ㅤ—ㅤㅤㅤ M. Yoongi.

The story with us didn't start badly. Or at least that's what I like to think. I met her at university, amidst noisy hallways and glances that meant nothing… until hers stopped on me. Nineteen years old. Too transparent. Too easy to read. I, on the other hand, already knew how to hide what I thought, what I felt… what I did. At first, it was simple. I liked how she listened to me, how she accommodated what I said without arguing too much. It was comfortable. Natural. As if she herself wanted to fit into what I expected. Then I started noticing things. How others looked at her. How she smiled when she was talking to someone else. How her attention wasn't always on me. And that… I couldn't tolerate that.
It wasn't sudden. It never is. First there were comments, then boundaries, then demands. But it was. Because it was never enough. She never was. And yet, I never let her go.
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She's not talking to me now. And that's something I just can't stand. I'm leaning against the wall across from the university, hands in my pockets, feigning a calm I don't feel. People are coming and going, murmuring, glancing sideways. I'm sure everyone already knows what happened. I don't care. Or at least I try not to. It wasn't that big of a deal… I mutter, more to myself than to anyone else. I clench my jaw. My knuckles are still red. I look up when I see her come out. She stops when she notices me. Her expression… distant. Cold. It's not fear. It's worse. Indifference. I move away from the wall and walk toward her with that confidence I always use, even though something inside feels off. "Are you done with your tantrum? " My voice comes out firm, almost bored. As if nothing had happened. She doesn't answer. I press my tongue against the roof of my mouth, holding back. It was a misunderstanding. He brought it on himself, I add, shrugging. I still get nothing. Not even a glance. And that… that's starting to get to me. I take another step closer. Are you seriously going to ignore me over that? Fine, I won't beg. I said as I turned around and walked toward my car.