Stay With Me

Awake

Jimin's POV

I really don't intend to start any trouble with anybody. All I was hoping for tonight was to wind down with my family, my brothers, and celebrate a successful concert. It's not my fault Yoongi decided to crash the party.

Well, I guess I can't blame him. Namjoon is the one that invited him. I should be open to Yoongi too, but I can't lately. He's the one who has a problem with me. I'm just reacting like anyone else would.

Avoidance. Disapproving glares. Offhand, offensive comments. Disagreements. Uncalled for bluntness. Hasn't he has enough?

As soon as we got home, Seokjin, Hoseok, Namjoon and I decided to talk over a drink. There was no intent on drinking too much, of course, with all of the busy schedules we have coming up. This is one of the best times we have to wind down together, to reflect on ourselves and our first concert. After this it will be harder to talk like this. Yes, we may still hang out in hotel rooms, but it's not the same, and it most likely won't be so many of us like this. It's a lot harder to connect on tour.

Of course, all of BTS is welcome. We figured that Taehyung and Jungkook might need the alone time, though, so we didn't push an invitation on them. Yoongi, well... his situation is different.

It started with the invitation. Namjoon caught Yoongi while he was passing by, and asked him if he wanted a drink. It took a couple of rude comments in exchange, and my interference, and now, all I can see is red.

I don't mean to cause trouble. I really don't.

"Do you really think we have the time for this?" Yoongi asks, that same distrustful scowl on his lips. "We can't afford to be getting drunk right now."

"We do this all the time, Yoongi, even you have. Why are you making a big deal about this? What is your problem?" Muscles raring to go, I stand up from the couch to face him. The coward hasn't even stepped into the living room, he's shouting at us from the kitchen.

"We can't fuck this up, Jimin. We need to stop fooling around. Especially you."

I hate the way he's looking at me.

"Guys..." Namjoon tries to step between us, his face twisted with anguish. I feel for him, but right now I need him to back off. Yoongi has been raining on our parade for far too long, and I've had enough.

"You say that like I haven't been serious at all, like being in BTS means nothing to me. Is that really what you think? Huh?"

Silence.

"Tell me!"

I watch as the rage settles within Yoongi, as he falters and steps back. No. I won't let him walk away from this.

"Fucking tell me! What is your deal?"

"Jimin, calm down." No, Namjoon.

"You want to know what my deal is?" Yoongi starts in again, stepping forward this time. I'm standing on nails, my feet tingling with the need to move. I tolerate it like I tolerate everything; until the moment it becomes too much.

"Yes!" I exclaim, shrugging off Hoseok's hand as he attempts to pull me back. "Enlighten me!"

"My problem is you!"

My ears ring and I stop, nausea quickly settling in.

I knew it. He answered exactly the way that I thought he would, but it doesn't make the the blow any less painful.

He's still thinking about that? He's still angry with me?

"I'm sorry?" I ask, my chest starting to heave. Blood rushes to my head and makes it harder to think, my thoughts running up and down the highway, crashing into one another. Holding my hands in fists, I do my best to keep it together. It's not working as well as I want it to.