Stellar Behavior | MYG x You

Part 6

Twenty-four hours had never been such a torture to Yoongi before.

Between spending the rest of the night chastising himself, alternating between rage furies and desperate lethargies, and spending his day at work on edge, willing the day to just be fucking done already, it was absolute hell regardless. He tried to convince himself it was not over, that you meant leaving for that night only. Because you had to be at the Aether, that was all. You could both still talk about it, more calmly this time. He'd let go of the stupid drink and talk to you frankly. If you needed time or help with anything, whatever you needed, he could make it happen.

Somehow, he survived the day without derailing everything he was working on. He had to keep a relatively level-headed attitude whenever the job required it, and now that he was in the car on his way to you, he was calm. He'd see you and apologize, and everything would be okay.

As usual, he stopped in front of your gate, but the gate didn't instantly open this time. Instead, the familiar voice of your butler sounded robotically through the speaker, "Miss isn't home. She left word that you were not expected."

Yoongi's heart had never shattered in that way before. He couldn't remember driving the way back home or how he ended up on his bed with a whiskey bottle, drinking in a vain attempt to drown the sting piercing his heart.

Morning greeted him with a colossal headache and a dreadful feeling of emptiness that left him helpless. He moved throughout the day like a ghost, barely opening his mouth or raising his head during meetings or briefs, but then he returned home.

He prepared your latest favorite snacks, did his best to clean the whole house so that you wouldn't smell the smoke, and committed to only smoking outside from now on. It could be foolish of him, but he had hoped you would show up. Maybe you needed time to calm down and handle other things, and now you would come to him like you had in the past.

He stayed awake the whole night in front of his TV, watching the time bleed by in technicolor. Until his phone alarm rang to alert him that it was time to go to work, he shut it off with the biggest feeling of defeat he had ever felt in his life.

Now, he didn't know what to do. He had your number; he knew the places you frequented, but he couldn't just barge into your life like that. You'd hate him for it; he knew it wasn't the solution. The more he'd chase you, the more he'd be like the people you never wanted to be with in the first place. That patience and respect from his side kept you by his side for six months. He trusted he needed to give you that now, too.

And if you never came back? He couldn't think about it; it didn't help. He decided to wait and let you decide.

But as the days went by, doubts crept up on him. Why did you start withdrawing from him? Why did you start fighting so much? How could you not care about something and suddenly go berserk at it? Why did you still come to him if you planned to leave instantly? His heart wanted to believe it was because you wanted to see him, even if for a few minutes, but his head was starting to doubt this. Maybe you were using him, and he had outrun his usefulness. Maybe there was something in his office that you were after, and now that you had it, you were tired of him. Maybe you were just tired of him. You had clung to him and cried your pleasure in his arms the last time you were together, but maybe that was a goodbye. He was so into you he could have overlooked any obvious signs that you were planning this. Or that you met someone else.

He wasn't proud of it, but given his limited options, he didn't feel guilty asking a few of his officers to keep an eye on you. One had already before, and the others could believe he was chasing leads on you again; he didn't really care. He wouldn't let anyone touch you. He just needed to know what was going on. Was it someone else? Was it too much work? Were you really so sick you preferred to stay away? Were you doing something he would disapprove of?