you stared blankly at your phone screen, the light causing the paintings of mascara on your cheeks to light up.
namjoon: can we meet? (5:15 pm)
it was no longer 5 pm. and your hits didnt have the tingling aftermath anymore. you wanted to see namjoon. you wanted to look into his deep brown eyes and remind yourself of the way things had been. you wanted to be able to feel his chapped lips against your soft pair, and be able to smell his detergent off his clothes. but what if yoongi found out? you "loved" yoongi for a while, and he had you wrapped around his finger, wether it be of love or fear. finally, after ages of staring at the same text, a small box popped up on your screen.
Phone Battery : 20%
Turn on Low Power Mode?
Yes | No
you clicked no. you exited out of namjoon's texts and opened a familar contact name. you typed out a message, you hopefully wouldn't regret.
y/n: i miss you. i need you. im sorry. (draft saved)
Send to (contact) Min Yoon Gi
Yes | No
oh that boy had your wrapped around his fingers, intertwining you into tiny little vines, that could break with a single hit. but you loved him.
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authors note:
ok so dont hate me but i think its gonna b cliché and shit. also i love min yoongi and i know he would never ever treat his gf like this. or bf. yoonmin rise