“I’m coming in.” Yoongi growled from the hall. I quickly climbed out of my bed, and rushed towards my door, but Yoongi was already walking into my room.
“Get out.” I said, slamming my hands against his chest, and trying to push him back out into the hall..
“Jimin.” Yoongi grunted. I kept trying to make him budge, but he grabbed my waist, and threw me onto my bed.
I tried scrambling to my feet, but he climbed on top of me, pinning my body down with his.
“Yoongi get off of me.” I struggled to loosen his grip, but he still wouldn’t budge.
“Quit moving Jimin.” I stopped moving and began to cry again. “Please don’t cry.” Yoongi said, his voice softer, which made me cry harder.
After Yoongi broke up with me, I locked myself in my room, too afraid to run into Yoongi, throughout the house, and have my heart broken again, and we haven’t talked since. It’s been 2 weeks.