We're Not Speaking The Same Language. - Min Yoongi-

"You are my business"

"It's nobody." I replied, declining the call, but he had already seen the contact and image. "Ani. Who was that?" He asked already knowing the answer. I didn't respond and went to play the movie.

He snatched the remote and next my phone. He completely caught me off guard. "Yoongi-ah! Give me my phone. What is wrong with you?" I was completely offended. He has no right! "Wae? Why do you care, if he's just a friend?" He raised his voice. "Because it's my personal life and it shouldn't even matter to you. So what, if he was more than a friend?" I spat back. "Because you're mine!" He shouted. I was taken back.

Yoongi doesn't want me. He never wanted me. Even when I met his parents he told them I wasn't his girlfriend, I was just "an accident". We barely even spoke after that. Yet here he was. "No I am not." I replied, not even looking at him. "What I do and who I decide to be in my life has nothing to do with you. You decided that yourself." I muttered, suddenly angry. The moment was so humiliating and hurtful. All my feelings began to come back. "Really? Are you bringing that up?" He sounded angry himself. "Ne! You basically said I was shit!" I raised my voice. He tossed the phone onto the other sofa. He's so lucky it didn't hit the floor.

"Get over it. You don't know my parents. If anything you should thank me. It could've been much worse." He replied. "Fûck you, Suga. You can be so selfish. Don't worry about my friends, and I." I said. "Selfish? Fine, but I have the right to worry. Especially if you're gonna have this 'friend' around my child 24/7." "He's not." I shrugged. "Every single time you put a picture out, he's in it and he's always with my baby. I don't want him around some guy you're just screwing around with." "Now you're stalking my social media?" I scoffed. He rolled his eyes. The both of us were looking away now.

"It's not even like that." I replied quietly. He didn't respond. For some reason his silence annoyed me. "Either way it's none of your damn business, Yoongi. Wh-" "You are my business! Damn, you haven't noticed by now?" He was shouting now and it shocked me. I was definitely intimidated by him right now.

He sighed, pulling his hand over his face and turning to look at me again. "..Mian. (Sorry)" He said in a softer tone. "It's okay." I looked down, playing with a fuzzy that was attached to my shorts. "He really is just a friend Yoongi. I wouldn't lie to you. I just didn't expect you to be jealous. You might even-" "I am not jealous." He lied. I didn't reply. "Maybe just a little envious, but could you blame me. It looked like much more." He admitted. I giggled. "Yoongi, I don't like anybody in that way right now. I've only been focused on Kaelan and.." I looked at him, he was staring at the ground. "And you." I finished. I could see the slight smile appear on his face. "You're my business too, y'know." I added.