Not So Fine | Yoonmin

Chapter 18

Jimin POV

By the time I reach the building that houses Yoongi's studio, I'm absolutely sobbing. He'd released a new album just over an hour ago now, and I'd been listening to it the entire drive here. It's so painfully obvious that every single song on there had been about me, about his feelings for me and so much more. I could hear the heartbreak in his voice though, and I've never been more surprised by just how raw he left each song. No, he hadn't left bits where he could've broken down crying in, but there's times in the songs where his voice cracks or grows rough and it's so blatantly obvious that he's crying or trying not to cry during those parts. He's never released a single song with as much emotion in it as any single one of these songs.

Forcing myself to take a few deep breaths in attempt to calm down, I turn the car off before deciding to scroll through Twitter in hopes of calming myself down before I go inside. However, I find when I enter the app that it doesn't make me feel any better.

Checking the news sources due to all of the concerning content on my timeline, my heart sinks further in my chest if possible. Just fifteen minutes after the release of his new album, there had been another sex video of us released. It's very clearly a different one from the one that was released seven, nearly eight months ago now, but everyone is saying that it had been Yoongi who released and leaked the video once more. Though, what concerns me even further is the posts from all of these different news sources just ten minutes after that, where they're posting all kinds of different nude photos of Yoongi and claiming that I'm the one who'd leaked them.

Groaning frustratedly to myself, I don't bother wasting anymore time as I climb out of my car and quickly head inside the building that I'm parked in front of. Running a hand through my hair worriedly, I make my way through the building as quickly as I can in attempt to find Yoongi's studio room once more. It worries me to no end that someone has now framed me in the release of so many personal photos of the elder, knowing just how self conscious and insecure he had always been about himself and now knowing his condition as well.

It's scary to think about honestly. As self conscious and insecure as I've always been about myself, I've always known that Yoongi was at least twice as bad as myself. Not only was he insecure about his body, but he's not the hard ass that everyone had always made him out to be. He's truly just a giant softy, and what's worse is that some of those photos had been released as well. Something as big as this could completely destroy him, and that's not adding onto that fact that he hasn't been doing well obviously since my last comeback.

When I finally reach his door, I don't bother knocking and simply shove the door open before storming inside. However, looking at the sight in front of me feels as though I've just gotten the wind knocked out of me. Instead of Yoongi sitting at his desk chair where the bottle of clear liquor is sat behind it, he's curled up on his couch just sobbing while Namjoon sits with him and holds him, most likely trying to calm him down. Though, at the sound of the door getting opened, both boys lift their heads to look over at me. My heart shatters at Yoongi's tear stained cheeks and shaky pouty lips, eyes a little red and swollen as well as his nose tinted pink from all of his crying most likely. Namjoon glares at me though, most likely pissed for the elders current condition.

"After everything and knowing the truth, I can't believe you'd go and do something like that, Jimin. I... I have no fucking words for you." Namjoon snaps bitterly before shaking his head. Yoongi's lips grow poutier at that if possible, and I can feel any possible chances I had of winning him back slipping away from beneath my fingertips.

"Don't yell at him, Joonie. I-I told you. It-it wasn't him." Yoongi breathes out in an extremely shaky voice, eyes still locked on my figure. I can't help the small smile that slips onto my trembling lips at his words, grateful that he at least has a little bit of faith in me. Namjoon just glares at me though, shaking his head before standing and exiting out of the room, knocking shoulders with me as he passes by. It leaves me alone with Yoongi, and while I'm grateful for it, I've never been more afraid to be left alone with him.