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skit: r u happy now?
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As the door closes, leaving behind the giggling men at the breakfast table, my eyes dart around the room of Min Yoongi (and 6 other boys).

The oversized black long-sleeved t-shirt Jungkook borrowed me makes it feel like I'm drowning in the thick fabric in the small room.

Yoongi trails in front of me crisscrossing between the stacks of clothes on the almost hidden floor. I take ahold of my frame with my arms, feeling like I'm about to be scolded — and I don't know why.

As he turns he nods in the direction of a messy bed, the bottom one in a bunk.

"You can sit if you want to."

I bite my bottom lip and swallow as I eye the crinkly cover and pillow, a bag of potato chips in the corner.

"Don't worry, it's Tae's bed. And I'm in the top bunk." Yoongi speaks again as he can tell I'm debating on to sit or not.
His voice is surprisingly soft, his morning rasp still not gone yet making my ears peak up.

A small smile spreads on my lips before placing myself in the small bed. I shift around, the tension in the room so thick you could cut it with a knife. I can't seem to make myself look at Yoongi, so my eyes roam around the room instead.

He slacks on his feet, placing himself right across from me, leaning on a desk. I eye him quickly, watching him lick his pouty lips which makes me swallow thickly.

"So Jia—," he trails off, crossing his arms, "how have you been?"

What?

I furrow my brows, confusion painted on my features as I roll my lips together, opening my mouth to speak.

"I mean since you didn't bother to say goodbye to me back then."

Yoongi speaks instead, his eyes narrowing as he watches how I react to his sudden harsh tone.

My mouth still open, I fiddle with my sweaty fingers before locking eyes with him.

"Yoongi, I'm sorry." I muffle out, my voice way lower than intended.

I bite my bottom lip once again, now closing my eyes in regret.

"What happened Jia? I thought we were friends ..." He says, a small hint of pain lingering in his voice.

I can't tell him.

"I just— I had some things to take care of. Family stuff." I swallow, my lies bouncing off of the walls in the now warm, suffocating room.

"Fair enough. But you couldn't send a single text letting me know where you were? And it's weird because suddenly you just disappeared. Your phone number was gone, the pictures I had of you were not in my phone. My background picture with you and that disgusting mint-chocolate ice cream suddenly wasn't there. I actually forgot about you. Like you never existed."

His words hits me right in my chest, the stinging jabbing at my pounding heart.
I feel tears brim in the corner of my eyes, making me wince them screw shut trying to blink them away.

"I don't deserve to be known by you anyways, Min Yoongi."
I open my eyes to find his soft eyes staring at my fragile body.

"Don't say that, Jia. I didn't mean it like that."

He purse out his lips, sighing out loud before looking at me once more. He admires the way my curly strands peak out from my head, my bare-face revealing the freckles he remember he found to be cute. My eyes that shines bright, especially in the late golden-hour sun.

I sniffle.
"I wanted to say goodbye, but I just couldn't."
Taking ahold of my face with my hands, the feeling of my now wet cheeks in my palms alongside the guilt from leaving Yoongi that way.

A sudden warmth wraps around my cold hands, the soft skin gently stroking my own. I jolt my head up and see the crinkled brown eyes, the glimmer in them still visible just like they always had. He's on his knees, worry plastered on his gorgeous features.

Yoongi places a strand of my hair behind my ear, his bigger hand lingering on the back of my neck.

"Jia, stop crying. I don't like seeing a pretty girl cry. Especially not you." His smooth voice fills up the room and replaces my low cries.

I dry my nose and look him in the eyes once more. My heart skips a beat at his caring words and before I know it my cheeks are suddenly warm.

"I really am sorry ... lipgloss."

I manage to hold in a giggle, watching his eyes narrowing as he clenches his jaw hearing the familiar nickname roll off of my tongue.
His nostrils moves, as he's trying to hold in a laugh as well — raising his brows he pokes his tongue to his chin.

"Oh how I wish I had forgotten you completely. . ."
Yoongi closes his eyes, tilting his head back before letting out a laugh, one of those where his adorable gummy-smile appeared making my heart soften at the same time.

"I'm glad you didn't." I say, squeezing his hands gently before smiling at him.

"So am I."

His eyes gliding across my entire face, the sudden urge for him to touch my skin that seems to be so smooth and delicate. His hand moving its way up slowly, his lips parted a tiny bit as he studies my features that almost seems angelic to him. He blinks a few times, his dark eyes making me enchanted and still.

That's when I see him staring at my lips swiftly, so fast but he did. He definitely did.

A loud knock and rustling on the door makes Yoongi jolt away from me, his cheeks painted with a pink color. I try to catch my breath that I somehow lost staring into Yoongi's eyes.

"Yah this is my room as well! Let me in!" Taehyung roars from the outside, the impatient male still knocking on the wooden door.

"And mine! — and everyone else's actually!" The young maknae chimes in making Yoongi close his eyes in irritation.

"These motherf—" He muffles before unlocking the door.

And that's when I see it.

The golden, shining aura suddenly mocking me as my eyes see the clock ticking it's way.

Still backwards.

My blood runs cold as I spot it, the familiar object right in front of me.

The golden watch is placed firmly on Yoongi's thin, fair wrist as he opens up the door to the room.

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omg! a new chapter finally!
i'm sorry to keep you waiting, but i'm still in south korea — i'm lying in bed right now, supposed to sleep but i simply just had to update for you guys. hope it's not dissapointing you! please let me know what you think 💓✨ thank you!