Club D.T |MYG ✔️

15

"Whatever" Yoongi said and turned to walk to the room. I quickly grabbed my bag and followed him.

I couldn't believe he was giving me the cold shoulder, nor that we were going to share a freaking bedroom.

I was more pissed than flustered. I wanted to talk to him about it, I didn't want any awkwardness between us, and most importantly, I wanted to tell him how I felt.

That I feel the same way he does about me.

I entered the room he went in, stopping the door from slamming into my face at the last second.

"Hey!" I called out but he ignored me. "What the hell?"

He didn't bother turning to look at me as he struggled to set his luggage on the bed to start unpacking. He was obviously annoyed and in pain.

"Let me help you with that," I said after a little while and was about to do so, but he swatted my hand away.

"Don't" His tone was threatening, but I wasn't in the mood to take any of his bullshit at this hour.

"Can you stop being such a dick?" I almost yelled. "I want to help!"

He turned to glare at me, and my heart fell to my knees. I've never seen him look so scary before.

"What did you just call me?" He said, getting closer to me. I assumed he would have strangled me if I was anyone of the boys.

"N-nothing" I gulped. "Just let me help."

"I don't need your help." He said, his eyes still glaring into my soul.

"What did I do now?" I gathered a little courage to speak up. I didn't know why was he so mad at me. "Why are you so goddamned mad when I did absolutely nothing?"

"I don't have to explain anything to you," He had finally looked away from me. "Now, stop bothering me"

"Oh, was I bothering you?" I scoffed and turned away. "Great. I can't believe I actually liked someone so obnoxious."

I didn't know I had a habit of saying what was on my mind out loud, and I immediately regretted what I had just said.

I honest to god just told him I liked him in the middle of a fight. Why was I so stupid?

I was ready to walk out of the room and beg anyone else to trade bedrooms with me before I felt his hand grab my wrist.

"What?" I turned to look at him, not expecting him to be as close as he was.

"Did you just call me 'obnoxious'?" His tone was still threatening.

"So that's the part that bothered you?" I raised an eyebrow. I will give him as much attitude as he gives me until he stops. "Yeah, you're obnoxious. What about it?"

"You're the obnoxious one," His voice had gotten dangerously low, making my whole body tremble.

"How so?"

"You ignored me when I told you my feelings and avoided me all night to go clubbing. Do you seriously not know how much it bothered me seeing Jimin carry your unconscious, drunken body to your room at 3 am?"

"What?" this time I actually yelled. He was the one that ignored me. He was the one avoiding me. And now he's mad because I went to the club with Jimin? That's it. I was about to throw a fit. "Are you a fucking child? You're seriously mad because I went to a club? YOUR club? What are you, eight?"

I tried to free my wrist out of his grip but he was holding onto it too tightly, it was beginning to hurt.

"Yes, I'm a child." He took another step closer to me. "I'm a child who came to apologize to you but you had already left. I'm a child who waited outside your room till you returned, only to find you completely wasted. How on earth am I supposed to protect you like that?"