as for now. (min yoongi)

four.

"go after him."

"what?"

"are you deaf? i meant what i said."

i smiled and pecked his forehead. suddenly i feel adrenaline rush through me. maybe namjoon was right. this was worth it.

"thank you for everything."

he smiles and pushes me to the door.

at this point, i wanted to run. to his arms? to his house? i don't know. but i know i'm about to find out.

ooo building, apartment no. 216.

i could recite it name by name. letter by letter.

i frantically hail for a cab and satisfyingly recite your address. wait for me, i'm betting everything.

your number shows up, and it's like in perfect timing as always.

[can i call you?]

[what for?]

[please.]

how strange. you're never desperate to contact me.

[okay.]

in an instant, the phone rings and vibrates. some part of me is anxious why you suddenly want to talk. but the other half is excited and curious.

could it be?

are you feeling the same?

"hey."

"what's this call for?"

"...nothing in general. what are you doing?"

ah, should i keep it as a surprise?

"just heading somewhere. you?"

"pretty busy... and i don't know why, but i suddenly wanted to hear your voice."

badum.

"hey yoongi... i have something to tell y-"

"i'm getting married today."

what?

he's... what?

"you're what?"

"...i'm sorry."

pathetic.

ruthless.

despicable.

worthless.

unbelievable.

fucking heartless.

"good."

"good?"

"yes, good. you're finally sealing the knot. that's great."

your tone says otherwise, you know.

how stupid. crying over an engaged man like him. don't let the tears fall. that's embarassing. don't look so weak.

don't.

"...thanks."

"is that all?"

"weren't you going to say something?"

"ah, i forgot. i'll tell you some other time."

what a piece of shit.

"i'll see you at the wedding then?"

don't say that. don't every say that again.

"yeah."

beep.

you're so heartless. you knew, didn't you?

knew what i was up to?

i just can't win you over, can i?

"sir, please pull over."