Straight? {Jikook}

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Yoongi's Pov

No.....

No! No! No!

I felt my breath hitch, my whole body shaking as I heard the sentence.

"I don't can't continue our relationship Yoongi."

I saw he's face full of pity and sorrow.

Why?

I crumpled down to the cold floor of his dance studio.

How could he do this to me?

"Yoon-Yoongi?"

I can hear his broken voice but I know he wasn't broken because of me.

It was all for Taehyung.

Of course.

Why else would he dump me.

"I'm sorry! I just couldn't fall in love with you."

I could feel his embrace around me. But I hate it now.

"Don't."

I said right next his ear.

"Don't ever come near me, Hoseok."

I made sure my voice was stringed with hurt and despair.

"I-I'm so sorry."

I could hear that he was being so sincere to me as I bit my tongue.

"Get the HELL AWAY FROM ME!"

I rose my voice that it cracked when I bursted my anger out.

Can't he understand that I don't care about him anymore. What's the point if he doesn't love me any more.

I forcefully removed his arms and went away from his place.

I ran and ran out from that dance studio. I can handle it anymore! I had a feeling that he no longer wanted to be with me. I just had it. The way he hugged me, the way he stares at me without admiration or the way he doesn't want to spend time with me anymore.

I knew that he liked Taehyung.

I-i just didn't want to accept it. Afraid that I'll do all the bad harming I did to my self.

Jimin.

He's the one that saved me. Why could I fall for him instead of Hoseok.

The cold air was hitting my face as I ran down the empty streets. Tears like a waterfall streaming my cheeks as I screamed on my way to my house.

I could see the blurriness from my tears, and how I wish Jimin was here to comfort me.

Minutes passed and on I'm right in front of my bathroom mirror.

"You don't deserve this."

I pointed at my self in the mirror.

"Don't do it."

I said to myself but I want to feel it again.

"Don't."

I opened my cabinet and saw a pack of sharp blazes.

"Come on Yoongi."

My mouth was saying the opposite of what my body wanted to feel. I needed this.

My flesh being pierced by a small metal object, the color red appearing as I ran the blade swiftly against my pale white skin that is now being stained by red.

"Why."

I look at myself in the mirror, I didn't ever want to do this.

"More."