That Damned Boy✔️

Part 22~

A-ro P.O.V

I woke up to the sunlight shining directly on my face. I put my hand up over my eyes and yawned as I rolled out of bed. The house seemed really quiet and there was no smell of breakfast like there usually would be. I opened my bedroom door and walked downstairs to the main room. Empty. I frowned as I felt my heart sink slightly. I checked the kitchen and dining room. Empty. I checked all of their rooms, now running. Everywhere was empty. I slumped back to the main room and spotted the note.

Holding back tears, I shakily opened the note and read it, bursting into tears. They left. How could they leave? I laid down on my side, crying hysterically. I then spotted the P.S note. I grabbed it and read it over and over.

You never told me that. You never said I love you. I cried to myself. I couldn't breathe at all. My heart felt shattered. I didn't even move for a couple of days. I tried calling and texting them getting no replies, soon I couldn't even send messaged. I think they blocked my number.

The next year was hard. I fell into the route of smoking, self harm and trouble making. I was in hospital a lot for my weight or because I had almost killed myself. My brother was caring for me again now. After a year and a half, we moved to the U.S for anew start. I had been attending the high school for a few months when I was threated with exclusion. I was always getting into fights, skipping class or being caught smoking but I almost never attended.

I sat in the principles office, glaring at him as I played with my lip piercing. He had called a teacher and asked for 'the boys' to be sent down. Apparently they were the model students of the school and they would help me to pass this final year.

After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door. The principle got up with a frown and opened the door. "Did the others not come?" He asked as he stood behind me.

"No sir." A slightly raspy voice said. I frowned deeply. I recognise that voice. "We were practising a routine so they sent me" The voice added. The longer they spoke, the more my chest tightened.

"What happened? You look like you have been mugged" The principle asked.

"Nothing" The boy replied quickly. His voice was icy and gave me chills.

Yoongi. It couldn't be him. He left. My heart was almost beating out of my chest as I listened to them and held back tears. I rolled down my sleeves, hiding the scars from where I would put a cigarette out on my skin and my self harm scars. The principle invited him in and told him to sit by me. I glanced down at his hands and gasped slightly. Those hands.

"A-ro. This is Suga." The principle introduced him to me. I looked up to his face slowly. The dark pools of his eyes, his soft, perfectly shaped lips, the small smirk that was formed on them. I scanned him over, biting my lip.

Yoongi. It was him. It was definitely him. The only difference was his gorgeous blue hair and his name. I couldn't take it. I stood up and stormed out of the office, running down the corridor. Suddenly, someone grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against the lockers.