Who Are You? [] PJM & MYG YoonMin []

☆Twelve: Real Torture☆

       Yoongi ran as after the only person who truly mattered, into the house, "Jiminie!"
      "Don't call me that," Jimin's voice brought Yoongi to a stop in the kitchen, the younger turned away as he washed some dishes. "We're not that familiar. Not any more."
      Yoongi ignored Jimin's tone, going to stand beside him and turn him away from the sink, "I'm so sorry. HyeMi forced herself along and I couldn't stop her. I'm sor-"
     "Geumanhae," Jimin's voice was almost pleading. "Just... Stop."
    "But-"
         Jimin held up his hand, his eyes meeting Yoongi's. Full of sadness as he spoke, "I'm tired of this back and forth with you. It's clear you've moved on. I just need to do the same."
     Yoongi shook his head, "I have no feelings for HyeMi, I swe-"
    Jimin's eyes welled with tears but he held them back, "I'm not talking about that bitch. I saw your kiss with Hobi-hyung, Moving on immediately. But why him? Why one of our Hyung's?"
     Yoongi froze at the comment, his mind going back to that night. Hating that Jimin had seen the kiss that even Hoseok knew meant nothing to Yoongi. He wasn't capable of seeing anyone other than Jimin, "That's not what you think. Hoseok-ah and I aren't anything, he knows how I feel about you."
     "Stop," Jimin replied, voice shaky. "Stop feeling anything about me. You're going to get married. We both need to move on."
     Before Yoongi could say another word, Jimin pushed past him. Jogging up the stairs and heading to his room. Shutting the door hard enough that Yoongi could hear it clearly in the kitchen. The sound resonating inside Yoongi as he imagined the door to Jimin's heart had been the one to slam closed. The idea of it all being "over" with Jimin was enough to leave Yoongi staggering. Like a fragile plate ready to fall off the counter and crash to pieces onto the floor.
    Before he could break, Taehyung caught him. Grabbing Yoongi's shoulder to steady him as Namjoon aslo entered the room with concern. His deep voice soft, "Hyung, are you okay?"
    Tears began to well in Yoongi's eyes,
"It hurts..."
       Taehyung frowned and Namjoon went to Yoongi's side, wrapping a long arm around him, as the elder spoke through a broke sob, "It really fucking hurts..."
       Namjoon led Yoongi to his and Jin's room, guiding him to sit on the bed. Taking the spot beside him. Despite Namjoon's comforting touch, the tears fell from Yoongi's eyes. Hard sobs forced from his chest, making his lungs sore. But Namjoon didn't speak. Simply rubbed Yoongi's back quietly. His presence soothing enough to calm Yoongi quickly. Like they had been friends for years.
    "Hobi told me everything," Namjoon's deep voice echoed around the quiet room. I can understand what you're going through. She is a massive bitch... But you need to go after her. I don't think you want your father or hers finding out the truth."
    Reality hit Yoongi like a ton of bricks as he quickly thanked Namjoon and ran out of the house. The Kang family car he had taken was still there, HyeMi was a horrible driver. Yoongi sped down the street and towards to main road. Knowing she's have gone there to hail a cab. His eyes searched the streets eagerly until he saw HyeMi. Her small frame leaning sitting on a bench near the neighborhood park. Long hair covering her face as Yoongi jogged up to her.
    "Yah... Was it necessary to push it that far?" Yoongi asked, standing over her and panting lightly.
       She kept her tearful doe eyes trained on the ground as she spoke, "I was just teasing, Jimin unnie."
      Yoongi sighed, "That right there, is why people think you're such a bitch. Why are you treating him like that? You don't even know him."
       Her eyes looked up to meet Yoongi's, mascara running just a little buy her beauty still remain undeniable as she spoke, "I knew about you two already. My father sent a man to follow you since you've been reluctant to the marriage."
     Fear welled in yoongi and he was about to speak when HyeMi stood up and held up her hand, "I dealt with him. He. Won't say a thing to my father."
     "Thank you," Yoongi replied in surprise.
     But his relief was shortlived when HyeMi turned on her devious grin, "Don't thank me just yet. He may not say anything, but I never swore my silence."
      Yoongi groaned, "Really? You're blackmailing me?"
      HyeMi's grin grew wider, "Whatever I say, you do. Or I take this new information to my father and you can say goodbye to your little family home and your moms restaurant back in Daegu."