bts imagines

❝regret❞ MYG - angst

"He's just a friend yoongi! Can you please trust me for once?" you said, in the verge of tears.

"No! He was close to kissing you y/n! Didn't you see how he looks at you!?" yoongi shouted back, eyes flaring. "God you're so naive!"

"He only hugged me yoongi God you're being so possessive right now!"

"Fine, I'm done having this argument."

yoongi's pov

I stormed out the house, angry over every single thing. I wasn't having a good day. I tightly gripped the steering wheel.

I stepped down my car upon arriving at the bar. I knew this was a bad idea. But I needed something to get me away from my problems.

"Usual, sir?" I nodded at the barista, sighing deeply as I fiddled with my fingers. "Here ya go." he said, passing me my drink.

Suddenly, a hand crept up my upper arm as a whisper sent shivers down my spine. "And why is a handsome man like you alone?"

I turned, eyes landing on a girl with black wavy hair. She wore a tight red dress with matching red heels. "Hm, already checking me out?"

I stayed silent, not saying a word. She smirked, hand suddenly gripping my chin as she crashed her lips on mine.

Intoxicated by the alcohol and my emotions, I kissed back. (☹️)

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Waking up in an unfamiliar bed, I groaned, feeling my head throb. Looking around, I frowned to see a figure clinging onto me.

Pushing away the comforter, I saw an unfamiliar face. I widened my eyes, remembering what happened last night.

I cursed, violently shaking the unconscious woman beside me. "Wake up!" she fluttered her eyes open and yawned.

"Oh hi—"

"Go out. This never happened and I don't want to see you ever again." I said, dressing up and quickly pushing her out the hotel room after she also got dressed.

"Fuck why am I such a dumbass." I flinched, hearing my phone buzz. I answered, not looking at the caller ID

"Sir where are you? You've got a meeting with Mr. Han in 15 minutes, remember!?" realizing it was my secretary, I sighed.

"Fuck i forgot." I hung up, deciding on not heading home, too afraid to face her.

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your pov

It was already a day after he stormed out and I was getting worried. I laid in my bed, crying as I thought that he'd already left me. I never thought it would end like this.

Clutching his tshirt, I sobbed and soon enough, I fell asleep.

back to yoongi's pov

I opened the door and was greeted with the deafening silence of our house. With the guilt in my chest, I didn't know if I felt warm inside this house anymore

It was already 11pm so she was probably already asleep. I headed upstairs, steps careful as I didn't want to make any noise.

I slowly opened the door and entered. Shutting the door behind me, I looked at her figure on the bed. After changing my clothes, I slipped besides her, noticing a few dried tears on her face and the tshirt she was holding.

I felt tears brimming my eyes as I kissed her forehead, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her in. She slightly wiggled, eyes fluttering open and staring straight into mine.

"You're home." she slightly smiled. "I was so worried." and then she was crying again. "I thought you were going to leave me."

"I could never." I said, kissing her forehead as a tear escaped my eye. "I love you."

"I love you too." she softly said. "Why are you crying yoongi?" she asked, cupping my cheeks as she wiped the tears that never stopped streaming from my eyes.

I held her hands, pecking her on the lips and weakly smiling at her. "It's nothing." I said, pulling her in and kissing the top of her head.

"I love you." I whispered, choking on my sob.

"I love you so much and I'm sorry."

author✨
am feeling like yoonie these past few days so yes.