~Seyeon~

"Just a friend, huh?" Yoongi broke the silence as we walked through the night.

"Yoongi," I began, softly.

Yoongi stopped walking and turned to face me. "You like the guy."

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. "Liked."

"You didn't tell me."

"Because it's the past," I mumbled, dropping my gaze to my feet.

"Look at me."

I sighed, lifting my gaze to meet Yoongi's angry gaze.

"You heard?" I guessed.

"I left practice early just to hear this," Yoongi said, coldly. "He's right, you know."

"About?"

"The fact that I don't even know you."

I winced at the harshness of his tone. "You know that's not true, Yoongi. You know me better than anyone—"

Yoongi ran a hand down his face, laughing tiredly. "Do I, Seyeon?"

"You do!" I said, panicking. "You know me—"

"You're hiding things from me," he cut me off, glaring. "I don't mind, Seyeon because I don't think that's harming me in any way. But you know why it screws me up? Because it's your past that is screwing with you, Seyeon and because it's screwing with you, it's screwing me too. You're hurting and that hurts me too but what hurts even more is that you keep me in the dark. What's worst is that that damn loser knows about you in a way that I don't. He knows who you were and your past. I've had you for five years but he knows about you more than I'll ever know. So, I'm asking, Seyeon. Let's talk about what's messing with your head. Why do you look so damn sad? Why do you have that haunted look in your eyes? Why do you cry when you have these nightmares? Why can't you talk to me about them? Tell me!"

I winced at his shout. "I—"

"You don't trust me," he snarled. "And I'm telling you right now, I'm sick of this, Seyeon. I'm sick of pretending that I don't mind when you're like this because I do. I'm sick of pretending that I'm not curious about your past because I am. I'm sick of loving you, knowing that you will never give me all of you."

We said nothing, just looking at one another as the time passes.

Tears pricked my eyes as memories flashed before me.

As I looked at the anger and hurt on Yoongi's face, I couldn't even find the words to tell him what he wants to know.

"I'm sorry Yoongi," I said, my breath hitched as tears rolled down my face. I hated fighting with him. It makes me cry every damn time.

"It's not that I don't trust you. It's just because I'm not ready to talk to you about it yet," I swallowed the lump forming in my throat as I wiped the tears that had escaped.

Yoongi inhaled and then nodded, eyes cold. "We're done here, Seyeon."

I couldn't do anything but watch as Yoongi walked away from me. Just like everyone did. And like always, I couldn't find the strength to stop him. All I could do was watch and pray that he'll come back... but he didn't.