Fake Love {A Min Yoongi Fanfic}

Chapter 74: Run

"What...what d'you mean?" I stalker, sitting up, gazing into his eyes as he bites the flesh of the inside of his cheek. Shaking his head, he turns and sits correctly on the seat while running his hand through his hair.
"You gotta go to Yoongi, Dea," he says, turning his head to face me. "He loves you and you clearly love him and I know you know it," he says, my heart dropping at the realization: I did actually love him back.
My mind went blank as I open my mouth to say something only for nothing to come out. "I-I...what do I do now..." I whisper to myself, gazing down at blue rose and my necklace. My head shoots back up at Tae. "I'm so sorry, Tae, but I have to go," I say, opening the door and crawling out.
He stays in the backseat, a small smile plastered to his defined face. "I'm happy for you, Dea. Now run or you may miss him," he says, still smiling. I nod and smile back before slamming the door and hurrying towards my car not too far from his.
From there, I quickly swing the door open and start my engine before racing off towards the airport. Occasionally running a few lights, I finally made it. Parking it in the pickup lane, I stumble out of my car and click my heels across the pavement and into the crowded airport.
I whip my head left and right, not sure which way to go. Finding the flight schedule, I find the ones to New York taking place upstairs. I race past multiple people, shouting "sorry" and "excuse me" here and there.
Kicking off my shoes, I grab them and climb up the escalator where I mange to slide past people left and right. I full on sprint towards the gates, my heart pounding with both anxiety and exhaustion.
     Whipping my head around for the gate number, I suddenly pass a group of boys calling my name. "Dea! Where are you going?!" Jungkook calls out, my running not stopping as my eyes suddenly begin to fill with tears at the thought of him actually being gone.
     "Dea! Come back!" Hoseok chimes in, but I didn't stop. People left and right watched as I stopped and spun helplessly in a circle, trying to locate the gate.
     "No no...please don't be gone," I whisper, wiping my tears away and taking off towards the letters in which his flight was located. Suddenly, F6 catches my eye and I run faster. My breath was beginning to run away from me and my body ached.
     Stopping at the window, I see his plane beginning to speed down the run way. His gate had closed and he had been on the plane for minutes now. I press my palms to the glass, my blurry vision following the plane until it lifted from the ground and took off.
     "No! Yoongi, I'm so sorry," I cry, banging my fist once against the window before sliding down onto my knees where I let my tears pool in my cupped palms. "I love you. Please come back," I whimper, wiping my eyes and gazing into the cloudy sky that was beginning to cloud even more with potential rain. 
     I hand is felt on my bare shoulder and I look up to find Jungkook gazing down at me with a look of sorrow. "I'm sorry, Dea. He's gone," he says, taking my hands and pulling me up onto my feet where he hugs me tightly.
     "I love him, Jungkook. I really love him," I cry into his button up that he was wearing at the dance. I felt bad for the white shirt that was sure to be smudged by mascara. He didn't seem to care though, for he held my head there longer.
     "I know you do, Dea. We all do," he sighs, trying not to cry as well. I pull away to wipe my puffy eyes and snotty nose. 'How embarrassing.' "D'you want me to drive you home?" He asks, my head nodding in return.
     I grab my shoes and walk solemnly in my navy dress through the airport with Jungkook at my side. I got looks and stares, probably from my really formal look and smeared makeup. In that moment, I wanted him and only him. I wanted Yoongi to hold me in his arms and tell me how warm I am or how much I meant to him.
     'I want him...so bad...'

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     The moment Jk pulled up to my house, I thanked him and immediately opened the door, not wanting to have further contact with anyone. "You want me to stay with you tonight? Your house looks pretty empty," he says just before I slam the door.
     "No. Thank you, Jungkook. Tell the boys I said hi," I sigh, closing the door and dragging my aching heeled feet up my driveway and to my front door. As he pulls away, I allow my held in tears to fall once again at the thought of my lost true love.
     Breathing a shaky sigh, I approach my front door and grasp the knob. As I do, though, I look up at the window to find a piece of paper taped to it. It was a picture of Tae and I in his car not even an hour ago kissing one another passionately.
     My face turns cold and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Before I could even take the picture down, I feel a set of hands wrap around my waist and cover my mouth. Everything went black as I tried to scream.

     I was out cold...