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regret

so yknow how i always write in third person pov
but so far each chapter has been like focused on yoongi
well, in this chapter
KIM SEOKJIN IS THE MAIN HOE Y'ALL uwu

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Seokjin wakes up the next day feeling like shit.

His head hurts, his throat burns, his stomach churns—basically, he's experiencing all the common symptoms of a hangover, and he swears to himself that he's never going to drink alcohol ever again...

Especially considering how it makes him act like a baby at first, which is bad, then he becomes overly confident and bold after that, which is much worse.

Then again, how could he have known? Last night was the first time Seokjin had ever drunk anything alcoholic. His parents and teachers had always told him to stay away from those mind-clouding beverages, and being the obedient, good boy that he is, he never failed to follow their advice.

Until last night.

Now, he feels horrible for doing that. However, the truth is that he'd mostly been forced into it. He'd refused alcohol from those girls a hundred times, but they just kept thrusting the cup at him, saying things that one usually relates to peer pressure, except they aren't his peers. Hell, by now, he's already forgotten their names. Did they mention their names? He doesn't really know anymore. He even forgot how many drinks he'd had before he showed up.

But what he couldn't forget no matter how hard he tried is everything that happened after that. And that everything just so happens to involve a certain mint-haired boy who literally sleeps in the room across from his.

Seokjin groans loudly at the thought, head still on his pillow. He currently feels too demotivated to move at all.

What had gotten into him? Why did he do those things he'd done after they got home last night? Of course, he has a hazy memory of the embarrassing things he did before that, but had it really been that disgusting? Acting cute wasn't completely revolting, right? Puking, though, is a different story. And then... ugh, he doesn't want to think about this anymore.

It certainly doesn't help his resolve that everytime he closes his eyes, which is a lot of times, the inappropriate scenes keep replaying in his head.

Fuck. Why did I do that to my damn roommate? I wanted us to be friends, but now there'll be no chance of that. All because of me and my stupid rash decisions.

What scares him the most is that he doesn't regret doing the things he did. At least, he doesn't regret it as much as he should. Because what he can't admit to anyone, including himself, is that he felt good while doing those ridiculous things.

The way he'd made Yoongi blush like crazy just by being half-naked. The smirk he'd worn on his face that he knew drove the boy insane. The words he'd teasingly and maybe seductively whispered into Yoongi's ear. How he had trapped him in his arms. How his tongue had barely touched the shell of the then shaking male's ear, twice. The beautiful way Yoongi had whimpered after that. And how, when he'd leaned away, they could've and would've kissed if either one of them had dared to move in the slightest, but instead, they just stood there, letting their quick breaths mingle in the tense air.

Alright, perhaps he still feels good about doing that.

Without even knowing it, he grins. Maybe those things aren't so ridiculous after all.

But... no. His grin fades. He can't think about that or mention those things to anyone. He has to make Yoongi forget about that somehow. And he knows how he's going to do it.

He's right. There's no way they can be friends anymore.

Because from now on, he's going to be the biggest asshole on the planet.

Kim Seokjin is going to be cold and distant again, yes, but this time, whenever he speaks to the younger boy, he's going to make sure it will hurt him, in one way or another. There's no other alternative. Yoongi has to forget about last night, and he has to hate him and not want anything to do with him.

He's going to risk it, because it will be better this way. He's not going to stop no matter how much he begs him to. He'll wish he never met him.

Min Yoongi will hate him, because Seokjin will be the reason why he's going to hurt so bad.

Encouraged by this new plan of his, Seokjin tries his best to ignore the fact that he knows, deep down in his heart, that the person who will hurt the most from this won't be Yoongi.

It'll be him.

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This might as well start now.

The ravenette steps out of his room, all dressed and ready to go out. He makes his way to the living room, where Yoongi sits calmly on the dark leather couch (which brings back a lot of unpleasant memories that the taller male determinedly blocks out), playing a game on his phone.

He seems to be very focused on the device, but at the sound of Seokjin's footsteps, he immediately pauses the game and sets his phone down on the couch before standing up and looking at his roommate (being friends with him is no longer a possibility, and Yoongi's realized that by now, too) right in the eye, but the older boy looks away and stands in a manner that makes him look bored and annoyed from head to toe.

Not appearing to notice this, the shorter one speaks up. "Seokjin-hyung, can we talk? About..." Yoongi pauses and takes a deep breath while his eyes are closed, and then he opens them again a moment later and murmurs, "Last night?"

"No. Just forget about that. I've got no time for this." Uncaring, Seokjin walks right past him with a most convincing poker face on and heads for the door.

"Wait, where are you going—"

As a reply, the front door loudly slams shut.

"What the fuck? What's his deal?" Yoongi scoffs and sits back down on the couch. He resumes playing the same game on his phone, trying to use it as a distraction from the blooming, irrevocable pain in his heart.

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i'm so mad at seokjin's character here
but i also made him do this,, oh well haha

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