Not So Fine | Yoonmin

Chapter 7

Yoongi POV

"So, Agust, I have to ask the question that I'm sure is burning in everyone's mind. What spurred you on to release that sextape video of you and your now ex-boyfriend, Park Jimin?" The interviewer asks, intrigued. I sigh, letting my head hang a bit as I come to the conclusion that, no, I had not had enough soju before this fucking interview.

I can't manage to force myself to respond right away, the aching in my chest overwhelming as I press my eyes closed and breathe a deep breath through my nose.

"What happened to Park Jimin that day was a tragedy, and a nightmare. The pain he must've felt that night was probably excruciating, and I wanted nothing more than to be there for him. You see, I don't know who released that video. I don't even know how someone got video of us, because I never took any as per request of Jimin. Whoever leaked that video, whoever retrieved it violated both Jimin's privacy as well as mine. Not only did they violate our combined privacy, but they ruined our relationship, one that I've treasured from the moment we even became friends, let alone when we started dating. I understand and know that everyone believes it to be me that leaked the video of us, but I would never do such a thing to a person that I love." I respond.

It's a heavy question, a heavy answer. I can't manage to pick my head up even as I speak, holding back tears and attempting to keep my composure, trying to ignore the painful urge to back to the dressing room and chug half the bottle of soju I'd brought with me this very instant.

"Oh come now, come now. Who else would've been able to get video such as that during such an intimate moment as the one the two of you had shared in the video? Agust, all of the sources and evidence leads back to you. There's no reason to lie over such a thing. I mean, after all, who wouldn't want to show off the kind of body they got to have all to themselves? There's no sense in denying the truth. We just want to know what sparked your thought to do such a thing." She counters with a knowing tone.

My head snaps up at this as I glare at her, nostrils flaring as I ignore the tears that begin to form in my eyes.

"I love Park Jimin, you bitch. No, I don't fucking know who the hell would invade our privacy like that, but I wouldn't fucking do such a thing to Jimin. I've always been cautious with him because I know how insecure he gets. I know what I say won't matter because you'll all twist my words in the most despicable way possible, but there's no way to twist my words when I say that I love him unless you change them completely. That will never change. I will love that man until the day I die, even if there isn't a single soul left out there that believes a word I say anymore." I growl out, a bitter smirk on my lips by the end of it as I stand up and rip the little mic off me. Tossing the device to the chair I'd previously been sat in, I storm off the stage to spot an awaiting Namjoon in the wing.

"We've got a bigger problem than the interview you just cut short." He tells me as he turns and keeps up with my pace to storm away from the bitch on stage.

"It's not like it can't be worse than the night I lost Jimin." I mutter bitterly as we walk into my dressing room.

"No, but it can be added onto it and make you look worse. There's three different pictures of Jimin's nudes spreading around social media, old ones from before he dyed his hair after the breakup, and everyone's blaming it on you. All the sources are reporting that you're the one that leaked those too." Namjoon informs me as I grab the bottle of soju.

I freeze in the middle of the room at those words, my heart shattering even worse than what I would've thought possible by this point. I can barely think at this point, going more numb than the day I'd been diagnosed with cancer two months ago, more numb than when the realization struck me that I wouldn't even have the chance to express to Jimin the truth of what happened the night the video had been leaked.

I don't bother fighting the tears as I walk out of the dressing room, feeling Namjoon follow me out of the room and down the hall but still providing me with the space he knows I need.

It's not until I get outside the building where tons of reporters and Jimin fans are standing that Joon intervenes.

"Hyung, what the hell do you think you're doing right now? We need to get you back to the studio or home. You're not in any condition or position to be going out right now!" Namjoon questions as soon as we get outside the building. I can barely hear him over the roar of the fans and reporters shouting at me, but his words snap something inside of me that I can't describe.

"And why?! Why the fuck can't I go out?! Why the fuck can't I be fucking left alone anymore?! Why the hell do I have to take the goddamn blame every fucking time?!  WHY IS IT SO FUCKING GODDAMN ILLEGAL TO LOVE PARK JIMIN WHEN I DID THAT FOR THREE YEARS STRAIGHT?!" I break, screaming at the top of my lungs and effectively silencing the entire crowd.