15

    I waited for three days to hear something- anything from Yoongi, but I heard nothing. The rest of the guys at this point were almost as worried as I was. When Namjoon assumed that Yoongi would show up hours after I found out he was gone, he was wrong. I sat in my room feeling absolutely useless. I had no idea what to do or where to look for him. Jungkook would try to comfort me and tell me that he would come back eventually, but that honestly did not help. All I wanted was for Yoongi to come back so that I could tell him how sorry I am and how much he means to me.

    I felt sick of sitting around in my room doing absolutely nothing, so I decided to go for a drive to clear my mind. I opened the garage door and got into my car, then backed out of the driveway and headed down the street. I didn’t know where I was going, just that I wanted to be away from here. I drove past Cafe Calypso, where Yoongi and I had our first date, and by the beach where he’d asked me to be his girlfriend. I completely spaced out and steered the car mindlessly down the roads. I was just about to get onto the Harbour Bridge when my eyes locked onto a thin boy with red hair standing on the sidewalk, looking out onto the water. I immediately slammed on the brakes and ran out of my car.

    “Yoongi!” I shouted. The boy turned around and sure enough, it was him. He looked awful; even thinner than usual. The dark circles beneath his eyes stood out in contrast to his pale face.

    “Jieun.” Yoongi whispered. Even his voice sounded strained. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes just looking at him in this condition. I approached him and wrapped my arms around him. He didn’t hug me back.

    “Oh my God. We were all so worried about you. Where have you been, Yoongi!?” I said in a trembling voice. His bloodshot eyes avoided my gaze.

    “I’ve been walking around the city.”

    “For over three days? What about food? What about sleep?” Yoongi merely shook his head.

    “I haven’t slept or eaten. Just walked.” My heart dropped at his words. I really did some severe damage to him.

    “How did you walk around the city for three days straight…” I asked, mostly out of shock.

    “I dont know.” He shrugged. Yoongi turned his attention back to the water below the bridge. “I was debating on whether I should jump or not.” As soon as he said that, my breath got caught in my throat.

    “Don’t you dare say anything like that, Yoongi. Don’t you dare jump.” I demanded as tears streamed down my cheeks.

    “Why not? You shouldn't care, you don’t love me anymore. You love Jungkook.” He took a few steps closer to the bridge and got onto the ledge. I watched him intently as he did so, praying he would stay put.

    “Just because I’m in love with Jungkook doesn’t mean I don’t love you at all. I still care so much about you. You have no idea how much you mean to me, Yoongi. These past few days have been hell for me. All I wanted was to know where you are so that I could be sure that you’re okay and so that I could say how sorry I am. What I did was unforgivable and I know that I am the biggest for it. I know how angry you are at me right now, but please, just don’t jump. For me, and for our friends; don’t jump.” I begged. Yoongi remained on the ledge, staring down into the water below the bridge. I wiped away my tears with my sleeve and attempted to look brave. I stepp