Broken and (Un) loved

Part 17 (Y/n pov):

I was worried. Yoongi had not been in class for two days. Furthermore, tomorrow was our presentation. I needed him to be here. But not just to present, I missed him. His last message to me was a thank you and he apologized. I do not know why but something felt wrong. He was avoiding my texts and calls. He avoided school. I could not take it anymore so I went to his house, to talk. I rang the bell but nobody answered. I went to the window yet I did not see anyone even his room light was empty. Where was he?

There was no car in the driveway not even his so he maybe he was not home? Where would he be though? I started driving around the town just hoping to see him. I inspected each pedestrian. Too short, too tall, wrong hair. Nobody matched him. Where was he?

My heart was beating rapidly I did not see him yet this was unusual for him. He had no competitions until two weeks so I knew he was not somewhere he needed to be. With a heavy heart, I kept driving all-around throughout the town all the way to the end. I was now aimlessly going towards the next town but I stopped.

As I crossed the bridge, there I saw a small figure in black just standing and about to fall. I rushed my car and screeched it to halt. "EXCUSE ME WAIT" I yelled. Nothing.

I ran and tapped my hand. The person did not even turn towards me. I turned them to face me. It was easy as they did not resist. I looked at their face. I almost froze.

It was Yoongi. I found him finally after searching, but he looked so pale and weak. He was almost lifeless. Where was MY Yoongles and how did he become like this. I waved my hand and he was not even blinking. It was such a sad sight to see. I shook him hard.

"What are you doing dumbass" I shouted not meaning to yell at him, but just frustrated and scared of almost losing him yet again. He was still not replying and it broke my heart to see him like this. Not broke, more like someone ripped it apart to smithereens and put in in a blender to finally let it perish and bleed to death. Ah, is this what love does to you?

"Let me go" he croaked. He finally spoke, but his words were so icy and his eyes were still so dead. I was scared that if I let go of him he would fall down. I ushered him into my car and as he refused I dragged him. He just did not want to let go of the railing on the bridge. I was determined to bring him with me even if it took hours. It was not hard as he was really weak. It still shocked me at what I was seeing and I was just glad I found him in time.

Gosh, had I been just a few minutes too late.....no..no I could NOT think about that. Thank god, I had reached in time. However, I thought he was getting better. Had he been lying to me this whole time? He was clearly not looking as if he was better. The thought of him lying or wearing masks for me made me sadder.

I hoped he could be honest- let down his boundaries. It was just me after all, just me. Whatever the hell I meant to him, but he meant so much to me.