Finish What You've Started! ✓

- Part V -

The crowd had been so jubilant, singing the songs that were indefinitely out of tune as I wove my way through the mass cursing at my petite frame. For in a crowd that moved like a multi-headed beast that shared only one brain I was no more than the size of a walnut desperate to break free.

I had to push and shove just to get near my destination. I couldn't see which way I was headed or where I was headed. I felt like I was trapped in an endless sea of people. Sweat was trickling down everyone's face. A disgusting odor hung in the air. I felt like I would never be able to get out of this place. Until my gaze finally landed on a narrow corridor where a pale skinned boy in a faded t-shirt stood just out of reach. 

When I finally made my way up to Yoongi with every movement there's a wheeze like air escaping from my deflating lungs. The exertion brings on more breathlessness, like the air around me is barren of oxygen.

"Yoongi, where were you running off in such a hurry?" I gasped desperately to steady my breath. When he doesn't move a muscle nor say a word I wonder if he heard me the first time around. In his stillness I am left perplexed. Perhaps it is the moonlight seeping through the tall windows that’s making his skin so pale, or the lack of wind letting every hair hang without movement, I'm not sure. "Yoongi" I repeat gently resting my hand on his shoulder "hey, I’m talking to you! I asked you where you were running off in such a hurry?"

I watch his shoulders fall the same way it did a few moments ago. His breath seemed to stutter in his lungs before he let it go, feeling the tension drain from his ridged bones. His palms dug deep into his skintight jeans. "Home" is his simple answer no louder than a whisper.

"But? you just got here Yoong's."  Was he ill, I worried? "are you alright?" I tugged on his jacket as he turned to finally face me.  "Are you ill Yoongi? is everything alright?" by instinct my hand lifted up to caress his cheek and ascended towards his forehead as the quietness grew deeper. “Yoongi, say something.”

He paused and sighed. “Yes… I’m alright.” Then cast his gaze onto the ground and his eyes darkened. He glanced back up at me. His voice sounded more pain than anything. "I got here two hours ago and you've ignored me for more than half of it.” I watched as his gaze shifted towards the far end of the room. “Besides I have a flight to catch tomorrow, so I better get going." His face was one of awkwardness, a look I knew all too well.

The warmth from my body abandoned me and my lips parted in disbelief, there was no way I could ever ignore this boy. For as long as I can remember we were always inseparable. "Yoongi I..." I fixed my gaze "I didn't ignore you." The song that was playing got louder, a distant, hazy chatter could be heard. I could barely hear my own words, as the laughter rang in my ears and wouldn’t seem to stop., Words left me. I stared into those deep brown eyes, and my heart fell silent.

He brushed imaginary dirt from his shirt and pants and let his face fall with gravity again. "It's alright, I get it. You are your own person now and I shouldn't expect you to stay glued to me even on a night like this, right?" confusion ebbed in as I followed his gaze towards the large couch, I had abandoned just moments ago where Hoshi now sat surrounded by a cluster of starry-eyed young ladies.

My brain stutters for a moment as I place one hand on Yoongi's, "But, you just got back? You never told me you were going out of town again?"

"Busan; my flight is to Busan. Which is why I came along tonight, to SEE YOU, to spend some time WITH YOU." He almost smiled a sad smile. "But I guess you wanted your own space." At his reply I realized I had misinterpreted his actions, his words.

"My space? Wa-what are you talking about?" I questioned as if he'd been speaking a language, I couldn't understand...

"Nothing. Forget it, Hmm?" he traced a shaky finger along my cheek. "I'll see you in about two weeks, give or take. Until then you take care, alright?" A heavy silence settled over us as unsettled eyes glanced unceremoniously around and tried to avoid catching other glances that passed by. Wordless he pulls me into a stiff hug "I'll have Kihyun or Jin Hyung give you a ride back home ok." I felt painfully out of place before he turned to walk away leaving me rooted to my spot as a tornado of emotions spun within.

"HEY!" I growled, my voice rising above the silence as a sliver of frustration scratched at the surface. "You can't just leave me like that. I don’t want anyone to take me home." I watched him still at my sudden outburst. 

"alright then, grab your jacket and I'll take you home."

"No!" I wanted to cry as rage filled my belly. I felt my ears getting hot. I glared at him then spat out "What the hell is wrong with you?"

There was no logic to the argument. Yet I stood my ground wanting him to look my way. "What do you mean No?" he mimicked to my surprise adding fuel to my growing frustration.

I had to say something! I searched my mind for something reasonable to say, but to my surprise my heart answered for me, "No, I don't wanna go home." I didn't know why I had suddenly embodied the mentality of a toddler but in my desperation to be heard anything passed as fair game.

"Okay then, I... don’t really know what it is you want buddy but-" the argument was cold. Every word over pronounced, slicing rather than tumbling through the dry air.

"Buddy? when did you ever call me by such a god-awful name?" choking on my suppressed anger there is no time to duck and take cover. "You know what, fine. Go. You go, get on your stupid plane and go away to wherever the hell it is you have to go. See if I care.” Every emotion I was too tired to cope with and couldn't express came out in that tantrum. “Look, I don’t get why you're mad or what I did, but if giving me the coldshoulder is what you plan on doing then just go. I don't need you or Kihyun or Jin to take me home. I have Uber!" I held up my phone in his direction and without so much as a second glance stormed away.

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