There's no point of screaming if no one's there to hear you

Lie

JIMIN POV

I thought this was a good idea, to find out if I had been lied to. To unveil the truth.

That morning I woke up in Tony's bed again, the sheets tucked in round the sides, freshly made, but he was nowhere to be seen. So early in the morning, it just raised my suspicions even more. I had to get my plan into action; the situation was perfect as if it was a scene taken from a movie, Tony had left his phone on the bedside table. He did it sometimes, but I never dared to invade his privacy like that.
I just couldn't do it.
All day I waited for something to happen, for me to pick up the courage to do something. In the corner of my eye was a bottle of whisky, I knew that would help. I poured the liquid into a glass, every drop was a push.
I took the phone out of my pocket, I held it out in front of me. I pressed the button. His lockscreen was a picture of us. I swiped. A passcode. How could I of forgotten? It wouldn't be this easy, Tony wouldn't just let anyone go on his phone.
"What the fuck!" I cried, the whisky in my bloodstream pushed me on.
"His birthdate?" I thought.
Incorrect.
"My birthdate?"
Incorrect.
"What about the day we met?" It clicked in my mind.
I typed it in, it opened. It was like a door to another universe. This lockscreen was different. Not a picture of us for sure. A picture of Tony, with another guy. Immediate. How could he have something like that so casually. It was scary, like I didn't even know who he was anymore, maybe it seemed like an overreaction. I had to double check if I was actually right, if he was cheating.
I clicked onto his texts, my face dropped.
"Who the hell are Jason, Tom and Daniel" I screamed as I scrolled through the messages and messages that he should have sent to me.
Tears were running down my face.
I scrolled through his photos, not a single picture of us. Just other guys I had never seen before.
Pain.
All I wanted in that moment was someone to hold me, someone to feel me, someone to love me.
I just drank and drank. Eventually I decided to leave and go to Yoongi, all I knew was that I wanted him. I stumbled through the door and down the street, a drunken mess.
I knocked on his door. It opened slowly, and his thin frame slowly emerged from the darkness.
"Hey, what are you doing here so late!" He said surprised, but still he welcomed me through the door.
"Are you okay?" He questioned.
His hair was messy, his shirt was creased. He looked so beautiful when he was scruffy.
"I just need you" I muttered, tears starting to re-emerge.
"You okay though?" He asked, concerned.
"He LIED!" I screamed.
"I'm so sorry this happened" Yoongi said as he pulled me into a hug.
"I need you." I whispered, tears flowing uncontrollably.
Our bodies separated and Yoongi was wiping the tears from my face. His gentle finger stroking underneath my eyes.
It was as if we were telepathic, slowly our faces moved closer like magnets; drawn to each other by the force of the universe. The urge just kept on getting stronger. Every touch was like static and every kiss like an earthquake. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. We just carried on; going further and further, my belt was unbuckled and his shirt was torn off; nothing was going to stop us in that moment, a moment that lasted a lifetime.