Auralism - myg

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You watch as Namjoon walks out with his PR team. Jimin leaves the room as well, while talking to Irene as he attempts to swoop in now that he's aware that she's single. Seokjin and Hoseok follow behind, making jokes about Jimin hitting on her. Taehyung and Jungkook walk out together while singing a song together and goofing off.

Softly smiling, you shake your head before getting up from your chair, ready to leave the room as well.

Yoongi's still seated, looking up at you as he watches your movements.

Feeling his stare on your frame, you turn and look over at him. He tilts his head to the side, gesturing for you to come to him. Your smile slowly fades from your face and you make your way over to him.

Once you're standing directly in front of him, he stares up at you and takes your hand in his.

"I've never seen that face before..." he says while staring up at you. You purse your lips.

"What face?" you question.

"That smile..." he starts before furrowing his eyebrows slightly as he looks up at you. "That fake, sad smile." He finishes his thought, causing you to shrug a shoulder.

"What? Did you expect me to do a cartwheel or jump for joy while knowing that the reason Min-young even spread this information publicly is because I wanted to be exclusive with you and told you to stop seeing her?" you question, causing Yoongi's eyebrows to soften, no longer furrowing. The inner portion of his eyebrows raise instead, showing a sympathetic look as his eyes lock with yours.

"Yes but the situation will be handled soon." He suggests. This only causes you to shake your head and remove your hand from his to show your anger in your body language.

"Oh, you mean you taking the full blame for the situation and her getting off scotch free until the public decides you've been punished enough for your actions and realize they should also get mad at her for airing out your dirty laundry?" You frustratedly lift your hands up in the air before allowing your arms to drop pitifully at your sides as you speak. "Or until they get bored after seeing you won't respond to their hate after making your statements and start investigating how she even knew about your account? I don't exactly consider that 'settled.'"

He takes a deep breath while staring up at you before reaching a hand up to scratch his neck.

"To be fair, Y/N, that's a pretty good scenario. I could think of a million and one ways that it could be worse." He states before you look down at him. He shrugs a shoulder and you shake your head.

"This is all my fault." You mumble to yourself before he quickly stands up.

"Hey, no." he says, voice softening as he steps forward to you. He gently places his hand on the side of your face and stares down at you as you avoid eye contact. "Look at me." his voice comes out gentle and warm. You inhale a deep breath, holding it in before you turn to look at him.

He softly smiles before gently stroking his thumb along your cheekbone. He then moves his hand down your face and allows his thumb to graze over your jawline before brushing against your chin.

"You can say 'no' all you want, but we both know it's my fault at the end of the day." You respond before sighing softly and shaking your head. He presses his thumb onto your chin before shushing you.

"This was bound to happen to me at some point. If anyone's at fault here, it's me for not deleting the account once I started being successful at my record label." He explains before elaborating. "I just liked having the extra money but that's honestly very greedy of myself. There are plenty of people who don't have jobs who probably have voices that others would find attractive and pay money for on Twitter or X or whatever it's called now." He says, causing you to laugh.