"Yoongi w-wait," I called out, but it was too late, he already walked out the door. I looked over at Jungkook and glared at him, "shut the fuck up."
"Dude chill," he replied, raising his hand in defense.
I sighed and walked away from Jungkook, obviously he's no help. There goes my opportunity to ever talking to my fucking crush. I roamed the small outdoor area where I finally found some peace to think to myself. In some cases... talk to myself.
"God fucking dammit Jungkook," I said softly as I kicked a small pebble.
Yoongi was a senior in my biology class. I barely moved here and I looked at him once.
I already like him.
He's something I want.
He's something I crave.
The things I just wanted to do to him. He's too perfect for me to even get near.
"Yeah, you've got no chance," I thought to myself. I then heard tiny sniffles, tiny littles sobs. I turned to a small corner and peaked.
Yoongi.
He was sitting against the wall, crying, and even worse. Cutting himself. Blood was spilling from both arms. "W-Why me?" He whispered. I furrowed my eyebrows, and moved back. I quietly made my way back inside. I felt troubled, and guilty. I want him to feel better but, how can one make someone feel better if they did them wrong.
I want him close more than ever, but... I can't.
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Fanfiction"You have no idea how much I crave you..." . . ⚠️WARNING⚠️ Explicit content! Trigger warnings: Self harm, language, graphic detail. Read at your own risk. A reminder that this is a smut acc and what you read is valid(apart from self harm). Enjoy lil...
