SORRY BAE | YOONGI

Bruies

6:34 pm- BTS' BASE

I played the day on without anyone knowing my recent dream.

Jungkook was the only one who saw me scared and startled but didn't push me on to know more, what I'm thankful for.

The memories felt like there would forever be there.

Yet.. the part with Yoongi-

"Yoongi licked his lips, biting his bottom lip. I felt a weird feeling, he was rocking his hips right in-"

Falling to the floor with a thud, I looked up at the person. "Y-Yoongi-" I stammered.

He just rolled his eyes. "The fuck are you doing falling everywhere, are you falling for me?" He laughed with a sly smirk.

"He broke away from it, his hair wet. Yet it wasn't water... It was blood"-

Yoongi looked down at my startled position, my fraying face and grew nervous.

"What's up with you?" He said, contempt if he should bend down and help or walk away.

"Nothing," I said getting up with a blank expression. Dusting myself off he just looked at me with an eyebrow up. "I was thinking..".

Blushing at my old, wild thoughts he must have seen and used that.

"Oh, really?" Yoongi said in a deep voice. I was once again startled by that, backing up, my shoulders hitting the cement wall behind me.

Walking forward twords me with a face I've never seen-

Wait I have seen that face before.. In my dream-

Slamming his left hand on the wall, right next to my head, my lips parted. He stared down at them, the same look in his eyes I saw in my dream.

It felt like the dream with a twist.

Yet that "dream" didn't end well.

It was a nightmare.

His face came closer to my own. "What are you doing-".

My heart skipped a beat like it was on que, yet before those glossy lips connected with mine, he laughed out.

Shit I should have seen this coming.. Course my instincts came back and I kicked up my leg, a sharp razor knife spring from the heel of my shoe.

Rotating my body, I locked him between my arms and hand my leg with the sharp razor on my shoe, dangerously pointed two inches away from his face.

"Yoongi, you better stop this shit," I commanded. The real me.

No.. not the real me..

The real me is a fucking mess..

This is just one of my masks I wear in situations like this.

That bastard is ruining me...

Messing with my feelings..

I pushed closer, my leg raising higher grazing his cheek slowly, yet I didn't want any crazy wound.

His eyes didn't shift, they stood still, no look or fear nor anything at me. Just cold, dark eyes.

Shit, I maby shouldn't have- A powerful hand shot up from his left side, pulling down my leg and taking the razor out of his face.

Kicking the back of my knee with force, my body lurched forward unsteady.

My hands made contact with his chest and he scowled down at me.