#them talking abt how d were more willing to jump up into the play last night since we were down like. ok why are we not playing like that
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3416 · 1 year ago
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saw someone claim mitch's mindset was so selfish at the end of yesterdays game because he was just looking to 'add to his own personal highlights' with his goal while auston was actually the one that willed them back into it.... like okay lol
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unproduciblesmackdown · 5 years ago
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You're so right about the Will Roland fanart problems. It seems like back when Will Roland was only known for Jared people were way more proWill because he could be their funny meme boi who ate bathbombs but now that he's a lead with all these emotional songs it's like God forbid he's not their "twink bby". Idk it annoys me so much especially when people draw the rest of the Broadway cast and still use WillC or do an animatic with WillRs voice and WillCs character ugh like. Accept the Roland pls
lmao we are all just out here grabbing the mic like “attention all bastards: Look, just because will roland isn’t your ideal fancast for most adorable twink of the year - “
really like, i have never come across any signs of there having been any pattern in the deh fandom of ~taking issue~ with will’s Abilities to sing or play the part of a struggling teen or whatever like what crops up re: him being the lead in bmc.....it also is unsurprising yet disappointing that like, jared and alana are so easily completely ignored, but when they Are acknowledged it’s super flattened interpretations like, either they’re both hypocritical jerks (just based on evan’s gfy accusations basically lol) or if they’re actually viewed in a positive way it’s just like, alana is your friendly local Model Student and jared is memes and neither of them are in the way! :3
you litrally cannot ignore jeremy the Whole Entire Main Character tho and also like. can’t ignore the fact that caring about jeremy as a Romantique Lead is ahhh important to many ppl in the fanbase? so him being regarded as ~less cute~ is more of an Issue b/c the character must be taken seriously and is the sympathetic hero and has a lot more solo material / more of Any material / more focus than jared does in deh.........you Have To Look At Him and care about his actual feelings and not just misinterpret the character as “has no serious emotions b/c he doesn’t say serious things in a serious tone” the way ppl misinterpret jared. there’s the assumption that someone who is good / sympathetic should also be attractive / cute / Personally Appealing To Look At and that wasn’t as much a conflict when ppl didn’t think it was important to sympathize / care about / pay attention to jared too much, and the “conflict” of caring abt jeremy’s capacity for a romantic relationship but that’s less important if he’s not as Cute also not being as much an issue when most people don’t care about jared’s romantic feelings or think that they exist despite jared being in love with evan But Anyways
like it is wild the things people will just make up to “justify” their Dislike for will, which has only manifested as apparent Issues thanks to him playing jeremy rather than jared........there’s the classic “mm idk i don’t think he can sing that well” approach which like. some people are just trying to say they do not like the inherent descriptive qualities of his voice, which is more nasal obviously and don’t anyone come in here with the “Actually the Technical definition of Nasal re Vocals is” b/c we know what i mean, alright? nasal voices are not considered ~serious~ and there’s the kneejerk dumb-annoying-loser-nerd association. god knows that jeremy heere canNot have characteristics that could be automatically judged as irritating and unappealing. then there’s the notion that He doesn’t have the (vocal) range!! which like. do you honestly think they would cast someone who doesn’t have the correct range. you’re aware that will roland was being considered for the part of jeremy in the two river run up to the last round of callbacks. you know that the song that was literally written expressly to suit will roland’s individual voice and singing abilities makes use of his falsetto which people go “omg he can’t hit those high notes” except sometimes when they misattribute his falsetto to other singers they suddenly find it worth complimenting. and then you get people who like, want to subscribe to this softened version of it and get all backhanded like “oh i think will’s vocals are improving whew that’s good” in any random video and always Only single him out apparently like. did you think he gets worse with experience? you don’t wanna talk about any of these other professional singers improving or worsening or anything? only wanna give ur assessment of william’s huh
honestly i for real haven’t seen the 1.0 version b/c i’m here via will roland in the first place & i’ve never gotten the impression that there’s some Essential Content i’m missing out on by having only seen 2.0........but between a) people complaining that will r’s jeremy is Too Frustrated He Shouldn’t Be That Angry It Makes Him Less Sympathetic and b) saying just as a point of comparison betwixt the depictions that will r’s jeremy is more frustrated and c) i haven’t read That much bmc fic but people sure talk about jeremy being like five seconds away from bursting into tears at any given moment which like, okay yeah aren’t we all, but also i presume this stems from will c’s apparently Sadder portrayal of jeremy. i almost forgot where i was going with this one but i think it’s just that yeah people truly take issue with will r’s jeremy being more frustrated and it’s like you realize there’s no Right or Wrong portrayal / interpretation even if you prefer one for whatever reasons......theatre just is Like that.......you have a slightly different portrayal during ever performance even from the same actors, and you’ll often have different actors playing the role........yeah people usually are attached to the first performance they see / have that as their Standard and that’s fine, it’s just like, you don’t have to decide that’s an Objective view and that you have Objective issues with everyone else’s take. 1.0 is still there for you
uhhhh oh yeah and the whole Clout idea lmao......people really putting themselves out there shaking their heads at the supposed fact that will was cast for the off bway run to Boost Popularity b/c he was part of the deh obc......besides the whole thing that it’s hardly likely that would’ve been considered necessary anyhow, there’s the little thing that a) again, will roland had already been very seriously considered for the part even before will connolly was decided on for the original run and b) like.....these people had been collaborating for eons and you really think will roland only popped into their minds thanks to being in deh....and c) joe iconis has repeatedly said they specifically did Not want to cast people based on who was Known enough and whose names would be good for marketing and d) maybe anyone has noticed that the marketing never involved any mention of anyone in the cast? no? cool. and yet people like so truly think they’re Wise to ~real reason~ that they’d go and cast will roland as the lead. like people are making shit up and really just thinking it’s true b/c they Want it to be true b/c they Want to be validated in having actual contempt for will’s casting despite the “issue” being that he doesn’t seem as Likeable (worthy of sympathy...cough...) thanks to his deemed-unattractive looks and sweetly-adenoidal voice and more-frustrated portrayal all seeming less cute or whatever
and i mean i haven’t seen it crop up of late but the one particular Grasping At Straws ~justification~ for will being unworthy of the part thanks to perceived acting/singing incompetence which is soooo wild is when people are like “ough i Hate when he just holds his arms out when he sings” like fmslkdj if anything that’s just an individual quirk and the fact that it was something you noticed means you just latched on to it as potential fodder for “the fact i registered this information abt someone whose existence i Resent means it distracted me which means i hate it and it’s bad”...like another thing he does with his hands while singing is when he makes the loose claws and kind of half crosses his arms in front of his chest! where are the complaints about that?? nowhere, b/c people have not really processed it as a particular thing, so they can’t deem it a Particular Thing To Criticize. people sometimes Notice that his jared talks with his hands a lot, which will says is an acting choice that came from an unconscious tendency, but people really only bring it up to juxtapose will’s jared’s dramatic tendencies and nervous habits with sky’s jared’s more outwardly still and smoothed-over behavior. aka they don’t Complain about it or deem it a weakness / bad thing. and yet people caring about bmc are really jumping on that chance to be like oh ugh there he goes again, having a characteristic i associate with him as an individual, disgusting, can’t believe will connolly was murdered for this..
it’s a bit clearer too with bmc moreso than deh that people aren’t super willing to accept how will roland Looks b/c like, thanks to will connolly’s jeremy having the long hair thing you can Tell The Difference In Which Actor Is Represented when ppl draw the character even if the rest of the features are kind of “generic” (and how even the costuming isn’t a dead giveaway since ppl will draw connolly jeremy in 2.0/3.0′s outfits) and it even serves to specify the actor in writing format too if they mention the hair lol........and honestly?? this fact is one of the most damning things lol in that people the reason so many ppl continue to produce connolly-based jeremys is Not because for whatever reason they can’t / it’s too difficult to draw a will roland lookin jeremy......like a lot of the time The trait which serves to distinguish between the two is the hair thing. people are adopting jeremy’s new costuming and stuff but choosing to make sure we know that jeremy does not Look like will roland and the clearest indicator of this is the longer hair thing......which also means that for many people the main effort they’d need to exert to make it clear they’re drawing wrol jeremy would just be to....shorten the hair. And Yet!!!! it is apparently beyond people to do this
like uh nice on making a lgw animatic but really.........really we’re gonna take the song that is specifically from the 2.0 / 3.0 runs, so it’s obvious we’re Accepting that non-1.0 content, okay......and we’re Accepting will roland’s vocals, which, a person’s voice is a physical trait of theirs too, same as The Existence Of Their Body........and yet jeremy Cannot Look Like How Will Roland Looks, that’s too far, can’t do that. we can take material from the specific versions the actor was cast in, that material being a song written specifically for this individual actor’s voice, in the form of this actor’s actual vocals......but can’t have the depicted image of jeremy be based on this actor’s appearance..............of all the......
really all that it is is that more people find will connolly more attractive than will roland and this makes them feel like will roland Is Worse and then the people who just run with that either just embrace that and are crashing around on public forums saying Lol i hate him cuz he’s ugly lmao....and then you have people who don’t wanna do that but don’t wanna actually examine why they ~take issue~ with will being cast and so they’ve gotta leap on any Other things about him that feel more acceptable / Objective like oh the portrayal is “Wrong” (that’s not how this works) or he can’t sing well enough (yeah he can) or high enough (yeah he can) or he was stunt cast (no he wasn’t) or they wanna label every characteristic / trait they can think up that Isn’t his physical appearance as Annoying And Bad like. maybe stop and ask why you find it SO pressing that this other actor has the part and it Must be objectively inferior if not ruinous for reasons you gotta invent about him being incompetent cuz it’s better to make stuff up about how a professional actor isn’t good enough for a part than to say you don’t think he’s cute enough and are bothered by that
it didn’t matter as much to people when they viewed his character as either Just A Joke or Just A Jerk or flat-out disposable material. being attractive is for serious sympathetic beloved characters, natch
unfortunately jeremy can’t be written off as The Unimportant Meme Friend With No Real Feelings so now there’s a whole problem if an actor is not as cute
like b/c of the way he looks ppl can accept that a character played by will roland can be funny or can be rude or can really not be too important to take seriously / consider complex or sympathetic or likeable beyond being a walking Running Joke, but when it comes to a sympathetic main character whose emotional state is so important it’s practically assigned a character and who’s a romantic lead? now people have a problem with him looking the way will roland does
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bts-story · 8 years ago
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OMG. Sorry for taking not my idea for requesting, but could you do "would you write something abt jimin where he comes back on your doorstep after breaking up with you in the past?" but for Suga?? Your writing is fantastic and the idea is brilliant! I would be so grateful if you dont mind and writing another angst!
A, B, C, D, E, F U. – Suga 
Characters: Reader X YoongiRated: H for Have I ever proof-read before?
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Musicblasts through his ears, mixed with laughter a bit too loud, admitting thedrops of alcohol the crowd has been drinking. There are some faces herecognizes, some that he hasn’t seen in such a long time that it brings a warmhug around his heart, some others that he’s seen all too recently, but brings asmile to his face nonetheless. His mom is on his right, bragging about sometrip she did with her husband the year before, expressing how much she wasmissing the beautiful landscape of the Bahamas.
Yoongibrings the glass of champagne to his lips, tasting the sweet bubbles of the beveragetickling his insides. He wasn’t paying much attention, only joining theconversation to approve of his mother’s sayings. He can see Taehyung, in anervous conversation with his aunt, trying to escape the deadly hands that keptplaying with his cheeks, and when their eyes met, Yoongi could swear he saw a cryfor help in the younger’s eyes.
ButYoongi did nothing, just a smile playing on his lips as he let his eyes wanderaround the room once more. His father is in a deep conversation with one oftheir neighbors, and Yoongi was grateful to the Heavens that he wasn’t stuckwith them. A loud laughter catches his attention, and he almost breaks his neckturning his head in the opposite direction, eager to find a new distraction.There sat a woman that he did not know, legs tightly squeeze together. Her headwas thrown back as a wave of giggles hit her, trying to hide her mouth with herhand, in vain. In front of her was Yoongi’s cousin, a handsome lad with hair abit too perfect (and Yoongi knows alot about things too perfect, he’s a goddamn idol after all).
It’swonderful, he thinks. It’s been so, so long he’s been here that he can’t quiteremember when was the last time. Around Christmas, maybe? Or was it last year?Thanksgiving, probably. All in all, there are some faces that he’s happy to see,ones that he missed dearly even though he wouldn’t admit it for anything in theworld. Some others, he’ll admit anyway, that he isn’t quite fond of seeing, buthe’s willing to ignore that fact, just for the sake of this party.
Daeguis beautiful under the winter’s snow, drenched in a cold white coat that wouldfreeze you to the bone. The fireplace, in the contrary, is warm and heats theliving room in the perfect temperature.
Nomatter how much he’s searched the place with his eyes, however, Yoongi cannotfind the person he’s looking for. He waited all evening, jumping on the doorevery time it rang, but was defeated with a sinking heart each and every timeit wasn’t the one he was hoping for. It’s only past nine, so he hopes thatthere is still a chance she mightcome. 
Butshe doesn’t. She does not come at ten, not when the clock strikes eleven either.
“Whathas you sulking like that?” There’s an arm wrapping around his shoulders, andthe warmth of his big brother’s body crashing against his side. The eldercrashes his almost empty drink against Yoongi’s full one, the tingling of theglass ringing in their ears. “Come on, smile, baby brother, the party isn’t that bad.” He winks at him, and Yoongi knowsexactly the meaning behind it – their mother’s parties tend to always be a fullamount of boring, but Yoongi guesses,yes, this one isn’t half as bad as the others. “What’s on your mind?”
Yoongiwould swear that his brother might have forced a bit too much on the alcohol, hethinks that he maybe should keep an eye on him, just in case the older decidesto do something regretful (none of the two brothers would talk about theirgrandmother’s eightieth birthday).
Hedoes not know what really is on his mind. The environment is just too weird tohim. When this house used to be home, it used to be his refuge after a long dayat school, those faces were familiar to him, but now – now, it almost feelsforeign. His home had become his studio, back in Seoul, his family has becomehis team members and colleagues. There’s something quite odd about it, and itall honesty, it frustrates Yoongi to the bone.
“Shewas working, you know.” That got Yoongi’s attention, for a moment, he wasn’tsure he still thought about her. But he got to thank his brother for alwaysguessing what was on his mind. Maybe he knew him too much, or either he was that readable. Yoongi thought aboutdenying, thought about asking who the hell was his brother talking about, butif growing up with him ever taught him something, was that his brother kneweverything about him. Especially when it was about his love life. “She musthave ended her shift now,” His brother trailed off, glancing at his watch witha pout on his lips before continuing once again, “You know what, I actuallythink that she should be home by now.”
“I’mnot going to her house, hyung.” Even before his older brother had the time toask why, Yoongi was detaching himself from his embrace, looking at the otherwith raised brows and a firm gaze that even had his brother to shut his mouth. “Thereis probably a reason why she’s not here tonight, and I’ll bet anything that it’sbecause she does not want to see me.”
Itwasn’t a secret to anyone how things ended between them two, and just eventhinking about it made Yoongi’s heart to clench on itself, pumping his bloodfaster in his veins. “Pussy.” His brother scoffed, sipping smugly at his glassof whatever alcohol he was in, Yoongi did not care because this word only madehim straighten his back, pinch his lips as he was ready to fight his brother,here and then.
“I’mnot – I’m not a pussy, what the fuck?” But his older brothers say nothing else,he just keeps on drinking his glass with raised brows that had Yoongi’s heartto pump even faster than before, though this time, it isn’t because of nostalgia.“Stop looking at me like that.” Yoongi’s foot taps nervously on the floor, andhe really is this close to throw his glass of champagne into his brother’s facebecause, the shithead just doesn’t stop, and the smug look on his face issomething that Yoongi wouldn’t have miss even in a thousand years. “I’m not afucking pussy, don’t be an ass.”
“Okay.”His older brother shrugs his shoulders, though Yoongi has spend enough yearsgrowing up with him to know that, this look he has on his face tells anythingbut ‘okay’, and Yoongi hates it. 
Hehates it, because maybe there’s a part where his brother isn’t wrong, thatthere is a part of him that is afraid of going to her house, and no matter howdeadly his eyes are towards his sibling, it doesn’t change the fact that he’sright. Maybe he is a pussy. “I hate you.”
Theelder says nothing, but the way his eyebrows raise speaks a thousand words thatYoongi definitely don’t want to hear. And his brother has this smile – no, it’sworse than that, it’s a grin, a smirk – that Yoongi desperately wants to eraseoff his face, and he’s about to do it, about to roll off a curse from the tipof his tongue but then, he crosses the stare of his mother not far away and hestops himself right before it’s too late. He hates the power she has over himjust as much as he hates the idiot he has for brother. 
So,it goes like this for the entire night, his mind occupied with the onlypresence of a woman, a woman that he surely hates his guts – despise him forwho he is, for what he’s done and how he done it. He hates himself too, he’stoo biter and he has too much feelings that he doesn’t like, he can’t help it,it’s stronger than him. It’s the result of weeks, no months of denying thetruth to himself, of ignoring the hatred feeling he had in the bottom of hisguts every time he looked in the mirror, ignoring the ache in his heart everytime his thumb ghosted over the name of her contact in his phone, trying tofind the reason of this whole situation.
Andmaybe, maybe that’s the reason why his feet dragged him here, exactly one hourand a half after the party ended, in front of a house that he almost grew upin, that he used to consider home asmuch as his parent’s house. It has a white porch, and he notices that the oldwood of the first step to the front door is crackled, just like he noted the onlylight comes from the first floor, last window to the right.
Hestays here for a little while, just fixing at the old house with a feeling ofnostalgia in the tip of his fingers. There’s a battle happening in the field ofhis mind, two parties opposed to each other, one that claims that anything inthe whole wide world is a better idea than knocking on the door, and the otherclaiming, shouting that it’s the best decision he could make in his entirelife.
Yoongidoes not know who to listen, it’s like those shows happening in the television,where there is an angel whispering in his ear, another devil speaking theirwords to influence him the best he can. Yoongi is torn, and he wants to shoutat them to just shut the hell up, so he can think. So he can determine on hisown what to do, and what to say in case he decides to give in to his own fantasy. 
Andhe doesn’t even realize before it’s already too late, the only thing breakinghis thoughts is the sound of his knuckles rasping over the wooden door. His eyeswiden, big and round when he understands what he just did – and he takes himone second only to know that he wants to get the hell out of here, to run downthe street or hide behind the nearest car like he used to do as a child when hedid the same pranks to his neighbors. But no, his two feet are stuck, scotchedon the porch as if they’re trying to mock him, to force him to face hisactions. 
Ittakes no more than a minute before the door opens harshly, and the air isknocked out of his lungs when the person behind appears. He feels dizzy for amoment, lips parted open and then, he sweating, his hands are clammy, he feelshot and it’s saying something because the icy snow is still trying to eat hisflesh. 
Shestands there, eyebrows frowned and a curse ready to fall off her lips atwhoever dares to come to her house at this hour of the night but – but it diesat the moment her eyes falls on Yoongi. And then, she doesn’t know what to say,and Yoongi would kill to know what are her feelings because, he doesn’t knowwhat his own are, and maybe it’ll help to know what’s in front of him. If he’sabout to face the vicious rage of a giant ready to kill on sight, or if he’llbe met with warm hands, a warm breath and the warm eyes of an old friend.
Butthere’s none of either. There’s just a blank face, dead of any expressioncoming his way and it twist at his inside like a tornado in the middle of thesea. “Hi.” That’s all he can manage to say, all that he feels safe enough tospeak because he knows that whatever else he says, it might come of wrong.
Heexpects the door to shut right to his face, he waits for the loud thud of thewood slamming on the frame. Though there isn’t even a hint of a smile, she justcrosses her arms over her chest, leaning against the doorframe, waiting forwhatever might come her way.
Yoongiclears his throat, bouncing on the heels of his feet awkwardly, his handsfinding a way in the pockets of his jacket. “Hi.” he says again, just a littlelouder this time, in case she hasn’t heard the first time, what he doesn’t knowthough was that she heard him loud and clear before. “I… I didn’t saw you atthe party,” he’s nervous, clearly, and once more, there’s something that hehates. He despises the way she’s making him feel, she’s not even doing anythingother than looking at him and he’s already a stuttering mess.
“Yeah.”It’s a simple word, Yoongi isn’t even sure she said it but – but he hears itnonetheless, and it’s wonderful, the way it reaches his ears so naturally. And hemissed it. So much.
Hedoesn’t know what to say after that, he didn’t have the time to think thisthrough, and now, she looks at him with a way that makes his word to stuck inhis throat. And no matter what bribes of words comes through his mind, it’s notenough, it doesn’t fit the situation, he’s at a loss of words, and it makes hismouth dry, it makes a knot to form in his throat that’ll definitely block anyword trying to come out.
“Whyare you here, Yoongi?” He can’t answer, it’s a question way too difficult tofind a response to. He doesn’t even know how he got here, how his body wasstronger than his mind, and the way she looks at him is enough to make him wantto never leave again.
“Idon’t know,” It’s the truth, he can’t even lie to her face, not right now, it’simpossible when she has this hurt look on her face. The one he’s sure she hadwhen he broke up with her, all those months ago – and he’s an idiot, because hedoesn’t even know what she looked like, he was a coward, a pure, idiotic cowardthat couldn’t even face her when he broke her heart. “I’m sorry, I don’t knowwhat I’m doing here.”
Andhe turns to leave. His feet finally finding the willing power to take off theground, and he’s almost down the three steps to the pavement when he stopshimself again, turning around as she watched him leave. But this time, he can’t.He just cannot leave again, not when it’s been so long since he’s seen her. Andhe’s done being a coward, he’s done leaving her.
“No,I…” He climbs the stairs again, and she straightens her back, her arms fallingto her sides at the sudden confidence Yoongi shows, it’s foreign, weirdcompared to the nervous being he was not a minute ago. “You weren’t there, atthe party, I mean. There was everyone, family, neighbors, people that I don’teven know, old classmates, friends and I miss you–”
“Friends?”She interrupted him, scoffing at the word, her shoulders jumping as she let asnort escape her. “Because you think we’re friends?” There is a weird soundcoming from the back of her throat, something that hinted him of a storm, onethat he faced many times when they were still a couple, when she was still hisand he was still hers. “We’re not friends, we’re not – You broke up with me, Yoongi,you don’t get to come here and say that you miss me.”
“It’snot –” 
“No,you know what, I’m done keeping quiet, it’s my turn to talk.” And he was right,the fire is clear in her eyes, the storm is here, not hidden behind themountains anymore, it’s grey and dark and there’s no light clearing his way. It’scold, icy, freezing. “You broke up with me, Yoongi, and I get it. I get thatyou were to live your dream, to become a superstar around the whole continent,hell the whole world. But what am I, uh?” He’s quiet, lips steal shut like achild getting grounded for punching another kid in the schoolyard. “Wasn’t I theone who told you to keep on believing in your dreams? Wasn’t I the one thatheld your hands when the whole world was against your choices, even yourparents? Wasn’t I the one to stand by your sides when you were feeling down?”
Shespeaks so quickly yet Yoongi catches every single word escaping her mouth, hedoes not miss one syllable, not one letter and every single one of them cuts awound deeper into his heart each single time. “I –”
“Itold you to go to Seoul, I told you to go to the audition, I helped you goingthrough your doubts. And how did you repay me?” Though she let the silence fallafter her question to catch her breath, she did not expect any answer, and Yoongiknew better than to find one. “You left me.” Even hearing those words, it hurthim. And it’s really freaking selfish because he doesn’t get to be hurt by thethings he’s done, he doesn’t get to be the victim here, and she surely won’tlet him. “Over a fucking text.” He’s an idiot for showing up here, for hopingthat there could be a part of her ready to forgive him, ready to maybe –eventually, take him. He’s a fool, a stupid, clueless fool. “Do you have anyidea what it did to me? Do you know what I was to feel when you were out there,having the time of your life?”
“Idid think about you, every single fucking day.” He can’t keep quiet anymore. Hehas things to say, he can’t let her insult him like a helpless lamb, becauseeven though she’s right, there’s things she doesn’t know. And that’s only thenthat he can blame the alcohol running in his veins, because he has to find areason for his outburst, though he knows, deep down, that he should keep hismouth shut, and let her say all the things she has on her heart.
“No.No, you don’t get to say that.” She was raising her voice now, and Yoongi wondershow the neighbors didn’t got out of their home yet, how they didn’t wake anyoneyet. And she has her fingers pointed at him, accusing him of things she hasn’t saidyet. “You don’t get to pity yourself and make me become the villain here. Youhave no right, Yoongi, no fucking right to come to my house and say thosethings, say that you miss me. You have no right to come here after months, samemonths that I spend trying to forget you, to get over you. It was so fuckinghard, you know, convincing myself to not love you anymore. Convincing that youwere just a fucking piece of trash that forgot about his girl as soon as famewas involved. And I don’t care what made you think that. I don’t care what youwere thinking at the time, d’you know what? Because you broke my heart, youfucking send me a text to end things, and I hate you for that. I hate you fornot having the guts to tell me face to face that you didn’t love me anymore,that it was over between us.”
Andthere are tears streaming down her face, like the Niagara Falls, it wets hershirt, crashes on the floor beneath her. Yoongi is this close to lift histhumb, wiping her tears away but he can’t, he can’t cross this line because,she hates him, she hates him so fucking much. And he sees it now, he sees howmuch he hurt her, how much he’s still hurting her, after all those months, she’sstill crying for him, and if he knew better, if he ever cared about her, just alittle bit, he should leave. He should walk away, turn his back and nevercontact her again.
Shespits her hatred, everything that build into her mind over all this time, allthe things she dreamed to say to his face.
Yoongican’t blame her. He stays quiet instead, he listens, remembers how every wordshe says paints his inside with the feelings of hurt and shame. It may last allnight until she finishes her speech, until she finally lets out all the fireshe has inside of her, all the wind and lightening clouding her mind.
Helistens, until the end. Until she catches her breath, and the tears had triedonto her cheeks, no matter how hurtful it feels.
I let what comes afterwords to your imagination. 
- Nageoire 
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