Save Me [complete] | min yoongi

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

I laid around for a few hours before deciding that I needed to take a walk to clear my head.

Grabbing my coat, I quickly left my apartment, eager to get out. I felt cooped up in the small space, and I didn't have much to distract me from my thoughts. Worry gnawed at me, eating me up.

Park Jimin.

Jeon Jungkook.

Those two names circled ceaselessly in my mind, making me feel even worse. I cursed both Jimin and Areum for putting me in this mood. If they hadn't showed up, I would still be in a great mood, I would have gone over to Yoongi's, and I would still be carefree.

Damn you, Park Jimin, I thought bitterly, as if it would somehow travel to him and stop him from telling Jungkook. By this point, I was sure that Jungkook knew where I was. It was only a matter of days before he showed up to ruin everything.

I sighed, watching my breath as it clouded the air. I found myself walking toward the Namsan Tower, and I was surprised I hadn't thought about going there before. I'd been living in Seoul for about a month now, and I'd barely seen any of the city. 

When I arrived, I decided not to go in. I admired the building from the outside, but I kept walking. The constant movement was helping to wear me out a little, and hopefully wear my mind enough that it would stop worrying.

Then, I spotted the love locks. They were everywhere, covering every surface of the fence. My heart clenched painfully at the sight as I was reminded of the past five and a half years of my life.

Jungkook, why are you so stupid? I wondered. If he hadn't ruined everything, we would still be together. We would still be happy - still be in love. 

For a moment, I felt a pang of regret. Was running away from what we had together really a good decision? I was still young and dumb, and so was he. What if we were meant to be together? What if Jungkook was "the one"?

And then, I thought of Yoongi.

Min Yoongi, the man who saved me. If I'd never met him, the creep that had been following me the night we met could have hurt me. I probably would have had to go back to the hotel with Jungkook and Minah and been forced to keep my emotions in.

Yoongi was now much more to me than I ever could have imagined. He had become my best friend, and now? Our relationship had certainly developed beyond just friends, but I still wasn't sure where we stood now.

We weren't together. I knew that, but with confessions we had shared with each other, and the way he made me feel . . . I just didn't know.

I was a completely different person than I was when I first came to Seoul. Part of me wished that I'd never come here and that I'd continued to live in blissful ignorance with Jungkook by my side, but most of me was glad. Here, I'd met Yoongi, experienced real life, and made some good friends.

My feet carried me back downtown, and I observed the people around me. They all had places to be. They all seemed to have themselves put together, and where was I? I was lost.

My parents would never approve of Yoongi if a relationship were to form.

Who cares?

I do.

I sighed again at my internal struggles. I liked Yoongi, but if we were to be together and I were to fall for him . . . my parents would never let me be with someone below our social status. They loved Jungkook, and that was enough for them - enough to fool them into thinking I was happy with him.