BTS Imagines

Yoongi ♥︎ When He Compares You to His Ex Pt. 1

You stood right outside the back entrance of Big Hit, waiting for your boyfriend to pick up his phone. Originally, you had planned on just dropping off the dinner you made for Yoongi at the front desk since he would most likely be busy working on lyrics for his group's upcoming album and you knew better than to disturb him. However, as you approached Big Hit's building, a group of sasaengs snuck up behind you, each carrying a carton of eggs, their choice of ammunition. In a matter of seconds, the three girls pelted you with the spoilt food, emptying their cartons before running away.

Initially you were in shock and it took a moment for what had happened to sink in. You were accustomed to all the online hate, but this was the first time since your relationship went public two months ago that you had been targeted in person. Now on the verge of tears and covered in raw egg, you were too embarrassed to enter the building through the front. Instead, you made your way to the back entrance where thankfully the security guard recognized you and allowed you past the gate.

The entire walk there you were trying to call your boyfriend, but he wouldn't pick up until finally, on the fifth ring of your fourth call, he answered. "Yeah?"

"Yoongi?" You whimpered.

He released an exasperated sigh, but you tried to not take it personally, well aware that he was under a lot of stress these days. "What is it, Y/N? I'm busy."

"I know and I'm sorry. It's just that some fans - "

He interrupted you with a frustrated groan. At first you thought he was upset about the fans, but as he continued, it became clear that you were the source of his irritation. "Seriously, Y/N? This is the second time this week and it's only Wednesday. You can't keep coming to me crying every time you read a d*** hate comment."

You weren't sure whether you were more hurt or angered by his response. Nevertheless, you tried to interject and explain what had actually happened. "But Yoongi - "

"No. I've heard enough." He cut you off. "I was finally finishing the verse I've been struggling with all week and your call interrupted that. I can't get anything done if you're constantly going to break down over the littlest things. It hurts, I know, but Hayoon received just as much hate as you do, yet I never once saw her shed a tear. She brushed it off, and you should too, because I don't see how this is going to work out unless you develop thicker skin. So, please, just get it together." And with that, he hung up.

Your vision became blurry with angry tears that disoriented you as you looked left and right, trying to decide where to go and what to do next, but all you could really think about was everything Yoongi just said. Sure, in the twelve months the two of you had been together, arguments popped up here and there, but this was the first time Yoongi had ever spoken to you this way. He hadn't yelled, but his tone was stern and condescending. No one had ever made you feel so pathetic, and you never would have guessed that your usually sweet boyfriend would be the first.

After a moment of processing everything he said, between shaming you for your oversensitive nature and comparing you to his ex-girlfriend, you turned from the door, prepared to walk away in all your messy emotional glory to take a cab home so that you could curl up in bed and cry in the privacy of your own apartment after a much needed shower. However, right as you took your first step, the back door opened. "Y/N?"

You turned around at the sound of your name to find Jimin slowly scanning you from top to bottom, concern furrowing his brow. "Oh my gosh, Y/N. What happened?"

You lowered your head, embarrassed. "I don't know. I was on my way here and some girls...they came out of nowhere." Your appearance spoke for itself and it hurt too much to elaborate any further seeing as your throat was tight with the repressed urge to sob.