"What are you wearing?" Yoongi said, looking at you up and down with surprise present in his tone.
"My outfit!" You said, walking past him deliberately.
He sighs, closing his eyes tightly before running after you and grabbing your arm, turning you...
After that day, getting fried from your job, you couldn't really get out of bed. You wanted so badly to sleep forever.
Yoongi's scent still lingered on your bed sheets and you felt your heart breaking piece by piece not being able to be with him.
Winter break went by and all you did was stay inside and feel bad for yourself.
When school finally had to start again you dreaded the idea having to get out of your bed.
You dragged yourself up, getting dressed and simply getting out of your apartment, and driving to school.
As you drove silently through the town your mind kept going back to the night you had with Yoongi. It was your first time having sex, and Yoongi was so delicate and caring. Just thinking about it gave you butterflies in your stomach. He was so caring that entire night, not wanting to hurt you in any way and making sure that you were enjoying it too.
As you make your way to the parking lot of your university. You saw Yoongi's car parked in its same location like always. A little sense of anger come over you when you remembered that he was still in his fake relationship with Hana.
Hana's a psycho, threating Yoongi's life with reporting him to the police if he wasn't with her. Afterall he did steal the money from his label to pay for your school, but the money he stole is literally HIS money, so its not technically stealing, right?
As you got out of your car and head towards the university's front doors, you saw flayers all plastered on the glass door.
Йой! Нажаль, це зображення не відповідає нашим правилам. Щоб продовжити публікацію, будь ласка, видаліть його або завантажте інше.
Йой! Нажаль, це зображення не відповідає нашим правилам. Щоб продовжити публікацію, будь ласка, видаліть його або завантажте інше.
"Poetry Night!"
Your eyes enlarge when you realized that you didn't even write anything for the competition, and it was tonight.
"Get exited to win big? What?" You read the flyer that had all the grand prizes listed.
"5000 dollars? Who decided that was going to be the grand prize for the competition tonight!"
You simply stared at it with a million thoughts roaming through your head. You thought who would possibly be giving this much money out of this competition. Than like a light bulb it clicked in your head.
