Min Yoongi x BTS

Mess. (NOT A PART OF JUST BREATHE)

They rarely had arguments which affected the whole of the group and it never lasted more than two days, yes, they had mini arguments in which Namjoon forced them all to sit in the living room and talk about everything to make things a lot better. It always worked but this time, things had gotten out of hand and everywhere you walked, the air hung heavy.

It had been almost 3 days since the argument and everyone was still tense, their concert was in 5 days. 3 days of hiding.

They had 5 days to make everything better but right now, it seemed impossible.

He sat there in the park, watching the kids play around feeling, flinging their stick like arms while screaming the love for the swings and the slides.

Letting out a non humoured chuckle, he bent over slightly so his head was in-between his legs and he gripped in his hair, pulling, and then letting out a soft cry from the pain.

Drop by drop, his tears which streamed down his face, it wet the soil under his bare feet which also bled from the litter on the floor. It hurt, yet why does his heart feel the pain ten times more?

DAY OF THE ARGUMENT

Staring at the blank computer monitor, a bitter feeling settled in his mouth and chest, it was really unpleasant but it made Yoongi angry, furious. And they were the times where Yoongi truly did wonder why he was even bothering.

"Yoongi-ah, your members are being so thoughtful and lovely, what are you doing?" His father shouted along the phone call which he had flinched to, his tone was anything but supportive.

Min Yoongi wasn't really afraid of anything, he could handle the most horrendous strong winds and storms which shook the house, he could handle the mangers' screeching voices at the crack of dawn, hell, he could even hand Bang PDnims voice yelling, yet, his own fathers voice made him a child again, it made him afraid of the world which now seemed a thousand times more bigger and lonelier.

"What do you mean father." Yoongi gulped.

"W-what do I mean?! Oh goodness Yoongi, get your act together. I've seen your stages and they aren't perfect! Stand up straight when rapping-"

Yoongi gritted his teeth.

"Honestly-" The rapper interrupted his father, not longer wanting to hear the words which pierced his heart but he refused to let the memories from his childhood escape from their cage and into his mind again.

"Don't interrupt me boy! This is one of your faults, stop being so rude and unthoughtful! Be more like your members! Jin who is a visual and can handle everything in a mature way, Hoseok who is perfect in dancing and making people smile, Namjoon who is younger than you yet can handle the group in the most amazing way, Taehyung taking up on the role of acting while balancing the life of an idol, Jimin who can-"

Yoongi didn't want to hear more so he moved the phone away, he knew he wasn't as talented that the rest of his members, he knew.

"-ell. What about you Yoongi?" His father snarled when Yoongi finally put the phone to his ears again.

"I don't know."

"Well boy remember th-"

"I don't know father, you've been telling me my whole life that I'm not as good at everyone else that I've begun to believe it myself, everyday I stare in the mirror wondering when I'll finally get your approval. I dream of the day when you'll look into my eyes and say you're proud, but I'm just dreaming right? Dreams which will never come true! I know! I know it! You don't need to fucking constantly reminding me how useless I am, you've practically painted it on my forehead since I was born. How could I forget dear father? I KNOW!" Yoongi yelled into the phone, while tears threatened to spill.