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"Well, my life is over," Yoongi groaned to himself as he continued to stare up at his ceiling from his bed. With the clock ticking down, all he could do was to constantly roll over on his bed to change sides, now staring at the blank wall in front of his face. His thoughts are running wild, as he tries to come up with a plan for what to do. He knew he's done the right thing in not telling neither you and Jimin, but knowing that it's Stacy he's going against, anything could be possible.
"What the fuck is taking her so long?" Yoongi muttered to himself, impatiently pushing his hair back as he stared at the wooden front door. Hearing the sound of the door unlocking, he looked forward and sighed a breath of relief of the door finally opening. But instead of seeing a particular woman who he was expecting, he was instead met with a shirtless man. With a sharp piercing stare, the man stared at Yoongi as he continued to lean against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Who are you?"
"I'm here to see Stacy," Yoongi announced, attempting to step inside the house after having waited long enough standing outside. However, before he could step any further, he was stopped in his tracks by the man as he collided straight into his chest.
"I'm sorry but she's busy now." Yoongi clenched his fist in frustration knowing that he was not going to give up and give in anymore.
"Listen, I just need her for one fucking minute," Yoongi growled, eyeing the man down. Before the man could say anything, another figure had emerged from behind.
"Brian, could you go upstairs? I have some discussing to do with Yoongi here." Yoongi looked behind Brian to see Stacy standing there, holding onto Brian's arm while slightly tugging him away. The man looked between Stacy and Yoongi before giving them an eye roll and walking away to the other room.
"You're late," Stacy reminded him, closing the door and locking it before making her way over to the couch to where Yoongi was at. Yoongi sat there, watching her with intensity as he wasn't going to crumble to her pressure again.
"Did you do what I asked?" Stacy asked him, crossing a leg over the other. Yoongi brought his gaze to meet hers.
"I'm not going through with it." Stacy raised an eyebrow as if judging him as to why he would betray her.
"Are you forgetting the deal?" She threatened, staring back at him with intensity. Yoongi shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest.
"No. That's why I'm backing out now. Jimin and Y/N are so fucking in love and I don't want to be the one to ruin it." Yoongi growled, his anger starting to build up inside of him after months, almost years of her manipulative control.
"But what about these?" Stacy warned, pulling out the photos of him from the pocket of her robe before tossing it down on the table on display for his eyes.
"Do you just carry these up your ass for fun or something?" he scoffed as he stared at the photos of him scattered all around the table.
"I could care less about what you do with those photos and I don't even fucking care if I get kicked out. But one thing for sure is that-" He paused his sentence as he took a step closer to her, his glare never leaving hers.
"I am willing to sacrifice my happiness for my real friends. You're a fucking witch and you better stay away." Yoongi warned her for the last time, turning around to walk to the front door to exit. Watching him leave her home, Stacy could only roll her eyes before staring down at the spot Yoongi was previously sitting in.
"You're messing with the wrong person."
"So, black or red?" you asked, holding up two different styles of dresses. Jimin lifted his head from the bed, squinting his eyes while staring at the two dresses as he tried to imagine them on you. The black one was a long dress with beautiful lace designs while the red dress was a shorter length dress with a velvety material.
"Let's match in black. It's a nice colour since it's winter anyway" Jimin suggested, dropping his head back down on the bed as he rolled over and reached out to the side to grab Daisy.
"Black it is," you hummed, waltzing back into the closet to hang up the other dresses. Coming back into your room from the closet, you shuffled over before hopping right onto the bed. Feeling the bed dip beside him, Jimin rolled over with a smile before pulling you into his arms.
"Common, let's cuddle" he whispered lowly, moving a hand up to stroke your hair. You sighed in content, snuggling in closer to Jimin as you felt yourself becoming sleepy. He slightly turned his head so he could get a better angle to kiss the top of your head.
"You know I love you so much right?" Jimin asked, moving a hand up to gently stroke your cheek with his thumb.
"Of course. I love you too," you whispered back, smiling up at him before giving him a peck. Just as Jimin was about to lean in to give you another kiss, a sudden ring came from the other side of the room.
"Is that my phone?" he mumbled in confusion, rolling off of the bed to walk to his desk. He picked it up, noticing it was Yoongi on the caller ID.
"Who is it?" you called out to him from the bed, noticing his confused expression. He looked up, flashing his phone screen to you before answering it.
"Hey Yoongi what's up?" Jimin asked, walking back to the bed to lay down beside you.
"Ok, Jimin I have to tell you something important." Jimin could hear the seriousness in Yoongi's tone.
"Alright. Tell me what's wrong" Jimin asked with slight worry, sitting straight up as he was waiting for his reply.
"Ok well-" Yoongi's voice suddenly cuts off. Jimin continued to sit there in silence, waiting for Yoongi to finish his sentence. That was until he heard three beeps coming from his phone. With his brows knitted with confusion, he pulled his phone away from his ear, only to see the screen of his phone pitch black.
"It's dead?" he muttered to himself, pressing the home button a couple of times before an icon flashed up on the screen, indicating for it to be charged
"What did Yoongi want to talk to you about?" You looked up to see Jimin's face filled with slight concern.
"I don't know. My phone died before he could tell me." Jimin plugged in his phone to charge and tossed on the side before crawling back under the covers beside you.
"Let's go to sleep now" Jimin suggested, giving you a gentle smile before wrapping his arms around you as you snuggled closer into his chest.
