•Bermuda Triangle• Yoonminkook

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Jungkook's POV

Seeing that Yoongi wouldn't pick up his phone I found comfort in sending him voicemails. I knew he would never actually listen to them, or at least the chances of him opening them were really low. The next night after I first called him my insomnia tortured me once again so I spent the night whispering to the phone so Jimin wouldn't wake up. Around 5:00am I finally started feeling sleepy so I went to the bed.

I woke up at 9:30am from Jimin kissing my lips gently. I opened my eyes and smiled between the kiss.

"Good morning Jungkook" he whispered.

"Morning" I muttered.

"Did you sleep well?" Jimin asked worriedly.

I nodded and he tousled my hair satisfied.

"I am going now, okay? There's coffee in the kitchen, take care of yourself!" He told me and I nodded once again.

I pulled him closer to me and kissed him passionately. "Have a good day at Uni!" I told him and he left.

I stretched my arms and looked out of the window for a good ten minutes, looking at the white puffy clouds. When I felt like I had enough I got up and headed to the kitchen. I poured coffee into a mug and sat on a chair bringing my phone closer to me. I had left it in the table before finally going to bed. I had some notifications from Yugyeom who was looking for me after the first period, but not the kind of notifications I wanted. I turned it off and put it aside. I remained seated staring at the wall. After a few minutes of doing nothing I got up swiftly and headed towards the bedroom. I grabbed my bag and took out my keys for the apartment, I hadn't been in there for four days.

I got out in the corridor and stood hesitant in front of the locked door for a moment. But then suddenly something on the doormat caught my eye. I bend over and after I took in my hand I froze in place. My chin was trembling and my legs were shaking.

They were his keys. I hurriedly unlocked the door and ran inside. Everything was in place, every single piece of furniture. I rushed to the cupboard and bursted open. His clothes, Yoongi's clothes were gone. I started feeling dizzy. I stumbled across the corridor and walked inside the bathroom. I splashed my face with some cold water and as I lifted my head up to look at my face I saw that one of the toothbrushes was gone.

All these days I had worn Jimin's clothes and used his hygiene products. The few times I had gone out I hadn't gone to Uni, instead I had strolled pointlessly around the streets. One of these times Yoongi had came over and picked up his stuff. But then I realized that if the keys had been there all these days I would have probably noticed them sooner. So that meant that he probably left them... the previous night or day.

I forced down a scream and ran out of the apartment. I walked inside Jimin's flat and collapsed on the couch. Him leaving the keys meant that he really didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore. I dragged myself till the kitchen and dialed his number.

Of course he didn't answer, but that time I wished he had picked it up. I didn't know what exactly I would say but I wanted to talk to him.

"Please leave a message!"

"Is that it?" I stuttered. "Is that how you want to end things? Not even a note, are you serious?" I sniffed and raised my eyes to prevent the tears from falling out. "Why? Why did you leave the keys? Who's immature now? You could've just handed them to me! Like: hey these are the keys the apartment is yours, I don't want to see your face anymore etc!" I paused. "Now I feel like I'm the most disgusting thing you've ever came across, that you don't even want to meet me face to face to tell me... that you're going to cut all ties with me!" That sentence hurt me like a stabbing knife.

The time I had to leave the message ended and I dialed again, but once again I was connected to the voicemail.

"Pick up the phone! Pick up the phone and at least tell me once again how much you hate me. I don't care. Just pick up the phone!" I paused again. "Please Yoongi, Please!" My voice cracked and I hung up letting my tears out.

My phone slipped through my fingers and fell in the floor. I curled up on the couch and continued crying until I passed out, or fell asleep, I'm not quite sure, because when I woke up I was all alone in the living room feeling dizzy, with an extremely strong headache.

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I wanted Yoongi to be savage and mean GOMEN.