Chasing Yoongi | M.YG x Reader FF

Chapter 55: A World O' Hurt...For BOTH Parties

I laid there thinking back over the past few months, at the whirlwind that was the romance that I had with Yoongi, and I couldn't help but smile. I can remember when he would run away like a scared little rabbit when we first met, and that moment when he was so close to losing control that night when we sat outside overlooking the city.

I smiled and then giggled at the shenanigans that happened our first night together - the fun time before the dinner party and what happened up in his bedroom. He has always been so gentle with me, yet so possessive.

Maybe there is some explanation....

I wasn't able to finish my thought as my phone buzzed again in my pocket. I took it out to see 7 text messages waiting from Yoongi, one from Anna, and 1 from the unknown number before - who ended up being the girl he made out with.

I decided to open Anna's first.

6:29 p.m. Anna: I'm so sorry, Y/N. ☹ I know I already told you this earlier but.... I had to say it again. Please forgive me.

What did she need me to forgive her for? I opened the message from Sunglasses Girl, which just came in a moment ago.

6:58 p.m. <Unknown Number>: Just wanted you to know your boyfriend is no longer your boyfriend. We decided to try and make a go of it. Sorry this all went down how it went down but - seems like he likes girls who have a little less.....meat....on their bones. Btw... I know you only fit in his stuff because he wears such baggie clothes but I'll make sure he dresses a bit better from now on. He decided to let me have these to get started...

I stared at the attached picture of three hoodies piled onto a bed I didn't recognize. I saw a mans foot that resembled Yoongi's in the corner of the picture, as if he was lying on the bed. The hoodies were definitely Yoongi's - nobody wore Fear of God gear around here. It wasn't as well known here and nobody could afford the prices unless you were basically rich anyway. We had a couple of kids at our school that were well off but they dressed preppy.

I sighed, feeling the blossom of hope that had sprung up inside me slowly begin to die as I stared at the picture. I went back to my messages and opened Yoongi's, seeing text after text begging me to answer the missed calls and to reply to his texts. Apology after apology....cursing, begging..... the last text sent just 20 minutes before she sent hers.

I ignored them all and closed my text app. I laid down on the couch on my back, staring down at my stomach. It wasn't flat by any means - I had a little poof there. Yoongi claimed he loved it, he always grabbed at it and kissed it when we were in bed together. I grabbed it myself with both hands, the roll of fat there bulging between my fingers as I squeezed, the tears falling down my face once more.

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"Y/N! Y/N!," a voice said, breaking through the dream I was having.

I stirred and then opened my eyes, seeing my mom staring down at me.

"Honey what happened? Why are you on the couch and why do you look like hell," my mom asked, setting her purse down on the couch.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. My phone was on the floor, probably having fallen off my chest as I slept.

"What time is it," I asked.

"Almost 1 a.m. honey. Now what is wrong," mom asked, sitting down on the edge of the couch.

"I don't really want to talk about it right now okay, let's talk tomorrow. I'm going to go to bed," I replied.

"Okay honey...it's the weekend so sleep in. Take care of yourself," my mom called after me as I took the stairs two at a time.