Whiskey I [m.yg]

6.

One time, I walked into Jimin's room and found you straddling him with your lips smashed against his.

He screamed something, but I could barely hear him over my overwhelming, angry thoughts.

Yes, I was that angry. I was so angry to the point where I couldn't process what my best friend was saying.

My subconscious was screaming at me to walk away, but my body refused to move an inch.

You looked up at me, a certain emotion flashing in your eyes, but it immediately disappeared. I couldn't tell what it was, but I didn't quite like it.

"What are you doing here?" You screamed, finally realizing what was going on.

You immediately buttoned up your shirt and furrowed your eyebrows at me.

You were angry.

Soon enough, the world went back to spinning again, not caring about that one broken individual in the corridor. Clocks were back to ticking and Jimin's voice was finally audible.

"I'm sorry." I muttered as I walked out of the room.

I wasn't sorry for walking in on the two of you.

I was sorry for falling in love with you.