Finding you [MYG]✔️

23. Overanalysing

(Back to your P.O.V):

He's angry. I can tell from his permanent glare.
The crowd murmurs as he strides towards the stage, up the stairs and towards me.

Is he angry at me? Does he think I'm a song theif too?
Wait-

That means he's already heard our song.
But he doesn't remember me.
Even if he had....
He's dating Ara.

I suck in a breath.
The truth punches me in the gut. I should've seen it coming.
Did they steal my journal together? Does he still despise me for leaving him?

"Y/N..." he mumbles.

My eyes blur from the embaressment. The crowd is murmuring, their voices blending together to form sharp hissing sounds.

Hesitantly, I take a wobbly step backwards before turning around completely and sprinting off the stage.

"W-wait!" I hear Yoongi yell but I keep running. He doesn't run after me.

My eyes blur as I push through the back exit of the school. I feel buzzing in my pocket, with a shaky breath, I pull it out and read the caller I.D.

Incoming call: Princess Jin

Not wanting to answer, I stuff my phone back into my pocket and walk through the dark streets. My breath comes out cloudy against the cold air, but I'm numb to it.

I guess it's my fault. My fault for being stupid enough to think Yoongi would even care, stupid enough for befriending Ara, stupid enough to even come back to this stupid city.

Stupid enough to fall for Min Yoongi.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.

With a heavy heart, I walk back home.

The lights are off. It's empty. Everything is always empty.

My lip quivers as I walk up to my room in the dark. I shut the door of my room and walk to my bedside table where a picture of my mother stands.

I brush my fingers against it wood frame and pick it up. A single warm tear slides down my cheek as I hug the picture right.
"Eomma." I whisper in a broken voice.

"Cry Y/N. Don't be afraid to cry. You should cry when your sad. Let it out, I'm here for you."

Scrunching my face, I try to shake him from my memory.

"Through thick and thin, we're always going to have each others back okay? Forever and always!"

"Get out of my head!" I yell.
Blinking the tears back roughly.
Gulping, I pull the picture frame away from me and put it back where it belongs.

"Eomma... I think I'm broken. And he's not here to patch me up anymore."

I let out a strangled sob as I crawl under my bed sheets.
Finally, I shut my eyes, and hope the day ends quickly.

Jin is helping me pack up a box of my clothes.
As I'm stuffing my things into the box, I notice Jin constantly flicking his gaze toward me.

"Why are you looking at me?" I grumble, sticking my tongue out at him.

"We're leaving today and Yoongi hasn't come around yet..." he mumbles, worrying for my sake.

I frown and stop folding my clothes.
"J-Jin... I don't think he's coming."
My brother gasps as he hears me sniffle.
"He said he hates me Jin."