Just as promised, less than 24 hours later Yoongi was there to support her. To hold her hand as the doctor delivered them the news that the inevitable had happened. To wipe her tears as she cried, while he himself felt the lowest he's ever been.
Never did he ever think that fate would be so cruel to him, and make him lose his kid, without really ever having him in the first place.
He had told his members, and they all called Kat, worried sick. The news came as a shock to everyone in BTS and Crazy Saints.
Slowly but surely, Kat was starting to heal. Physically at least, that is. After the whole incident, she started to wonder if Yoongi would really follow through with his promise to never ignore her texts and calls, ever again. She thought back to the first times he went without saying literally anything to her for a day or more, and then apologized and said it wouldn't happen again. Only for a few months later, the same thing to repeat itself.
She loved Yoongi, but she had to admit it was getting old. Was she asking too much? Was a simple text like 'Good morning baby, I have a busy day ahead of me, so I won't be able to respond. But know that I love you a lot!', was it too much to ask for?
The more she thought about it, the more saddened she felt. She really loved Yoongi, but this wasn't how a relationship was supposed to go. On the worst moments, when she actually needed him, he was never available. She shouldn't have to rely on others for things her boyfriend was supposed to do for her.
To Yoongi everything was perfect the way it was, but to her, it was starting to feel like everything was falling apart.
[Kat 😍😇, 13:47] : Hey, can you swing by my place later?
Yoongi was currently in the U.S. on a work-related trip, but he had spent most of his time with Kat. After the miscarriage, he wanted to always be close to her. He still felt guilty about not being there while she lost their child. The fact that he could've been a father of a beautiful child with the woman he loves, and it all got dragged away from him by the cruel hands of fate, all that still weighed heavily on his chest. Only a month had gone by ever since, and his heart was still trying to heal. He couldn't even fathom how Kat must've felt.
So, he made his way to her house as usual, happy to visit his love. He noticed Kat had been a little more distant lately, but he attributed it to all she had gone through in past few weeks. Once he reached her doorway, he punched in her code, and made his way in.
"Hey, I'm here babe!" he went to her fridge to grab a bottle of water and continued to speak "I was thinking we could out for some lunch today, or we can order take out if you prefer, but I think we should go out and do something nice. "
As Kat reached the kitchen doorway, he could finally get a good look at her. Her eyes were red as if she had been crying, and he could tell something was bothering her.
"Hey, what happened? Are you alright, do you need me to go get you something or drive you to the hospital?"
"I'm fine Yoongi, I just- uh, I think we should talk."
He gulped not really liking where the conversation was going, but still followed her to the living room and sat down on the couch with her.
"What do you wanna talk about, why do you look like you've been crying?"
"I uh- I've been thinking, and I don't think I can keep on doing this"
"Doing what?"
"THIS!" she gestured between them with her finger. "This relationship, Yoongi"
"What?" his whole world fell apart, his heart started racing, and his blood suddenly ran cold.
"I love you, I really do, but this relationship is killing me on the inside, and I can't keep living like this." She shook her head and covered her face with her hands as she continued.

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GRAMMYs | (MYG)
FanfictionTwo musicians from completely different genres meet at the Grammy Awards. At first glance, they don't seem to have much in common, but against all odds, that first encounter would turn their life upside down.