I woke up to the quiet hum of Sunday morning, sunlight spilling through the curtains. The warmth felt alien against the cold knot of guilt in my chest. It had been there for days—a constant reminder of my lies and the consequences I now faced.
The past week had been unbearable. Yoongi wasn't ignoring me, but he wasn't himself. No scolding, no yelling, no lectures. Just…distance. An invisible wall I couldn't break through.
Every time I caught his eye, his expression was unreadable. Disappointment? Hurt? It was worse than anger.
Yoongi wasn't one to give his heart easily. But when he did, it was unshakable. For ten years, he'd been my constant. And I chipped away at that rock.
Guilt gnawed at me. Memories of the week flooded my mind. I cooked his favorite meals. Silence.I cleaned the apartment. He didn't even glance my way. I had even written him a letter, pouring out every regret and apology I could think of. The letter… I couldn't give it to him.
I hugged my pillow, tears pricking my eyes. I've never felt so small, so ashamed.I wasn't not just scared of the punishment. I was scared I'd ruined everything.
My phone buzzed. Not Yoongi. It was a message from the friend who'd pushed me to go to the club. Anger flared. I deleted their contact. Pathetic…but it's all I can do.
I sat up. Sunday morning.I have to face him.Actions have consequences.
The apartment was quiet. Not a heavy silence…a thoughtful one…tinged with dread.
I stood in the kitchen, watching Yoongi from the corner of my eye. His usual quiet presence…but heavier now, colder. I couldn't look directly at him. I hurt him.
I'd made an effort—breakfast, a clean apartment, even trying to make his tea. It's not enough.It's about showing him I'm sorry.
Yoongi walked in. His eyes scanned the breakfast. No smile. No acknowledgment. Just…calculation. I held my breath.
He moved around the kitchen as if nothing had changed. Not angry…not forgiving…tension in his jaw…hands tightening…He's waiting.
A flicker of something softer…pride? Understanding?…then gone. The ice wall.He's not ready to forgive me.
I wanted to apologize, but the words were stuck in my throat. I offered small gestures. I hope it's enough.
Yoongi was determined. He's waiting for more than an apology. Not just empty gesturesI He kept his emotions guarded. He's still angry.
The day dragged on. I tried to stay busy. Cleaning…organizing…anything to keep me from thinking.Guilt kept pulling me back.
Yoongi remained distant. His eyes…sharp…unblinking…the unspoken words…
I felt a pang of fear. Not overtly angry…not forgiving…the tension was suffocating.His presence…heavier, more oppressive.
"You know, you should've thought harder before you decided to lie to me," he said casually, not looking at me. Ice…chilling precision…
Not that I don't regret it…it's the constant reminder…unforgivable… I stayed silent, nodding.
Hours passed. Anxiety building…each task taking too long…every noise too loud…my mind racing…imagining the worst…
I deserve it.But the dread…His footsteps…he keeps his distance…He doesn't need to be physically far to make me feel the separation.
I'm being punished…the waiting is almost worse…
I was in the kitchen when I heard his footsteps. Deliberate…slow…I knew what was coming.
"Come to my room," he said, his voice steady, too calm.
I froze. The signal…the final straw…the waiting was over…the punishment…
I wanted to run, wanted to escape this suffocating fear that had lodged itself deep within me. But I knew I couldn't. I had no choice but to face it. My thoughts raced as I gathered every shred of courage I had left.
I took a deep breath and walked to the hallway. My heart pounding…each beat a reminder… I reached his door, hesitated, then pushed it open.
Yoongi stood by the window, his back to me. His posture was relaxed, but there was an intensity to the air that made it impossible to ignore. The soft light filtering through the blinds cast long shadows across the room, adding to the feeling of impending darkness.
He didn't turn. The seconds stretched out…I felt small. I stepped inside and closed the door. The click of the lock sounded too loud in the stillness.
"Sit," Yoongi said finally.
I obeyed, sinking onto the chair. Barely breathing…thick with fear and guilt…every instinct screaming to run…
He turned slowly, his eyes locking onto mine, and for the first time in what felt like days, there was a flicker of emotion in his gaze. It wasn't anger or frustration. It wasn't even a pity. It was something colder. Something much harder to decipher.
"It's time you face the consequences of your choices," he said.
I nodded, my throat tight. I knew what was coming.
The heavy silence hanging between us, the tension of the moment thickening until it felt as though I might suffocate from it. And then, as Yoongi took a step closer, the air between us thickened, and I realised, in that moment, that everything had changed.