BTS Imagines

Yoongi ♥︎ When He Compares You to His Ex Pt. 2

It took barely a minute for Min Yoongi to come storming down the hallway after Jimin got off the phone with him. "Why didn't you come get me as soon as you found her?" He asked, his accusatory tone intimidating despite the fact that he was somewhat winded after running all the way here from his studio.

Jimin raised his hands defensively. "I'm sorry, but she begged me not to. I came through in the end though, didn't I?"

The younger member gave his Hyung a nervous smile, but Yoongi just shook his head, unappeased. Without another word, he began to push open the door leading to the showers until Jimin's arm shot out to stop him. "Woah, she doesn't even know you're coming. Let's just wait out here until she's done."

Yoongi's eyes narrowed. "You should go home, Jimin. I can take it from here."

Jimin didn't want to be defiant, but it seemed wrong to just disappear without a trace after going behind your back and calling your boyfriend. Besides, he needed to be here to play mediator if need be. "I'm sorry, Hyung, but Y/N looked really upset earlier. It doesn't feel right to leave until I know everything's okay."

Deep down, Yoongi knew that he should be grateful that he had a good friend like Jimin looking out for you. However, the thought of another guy taking care of his girlfriend when he should have been the one helping you and comforting you filled him with anger and regret, which he unfairly took out on his fried since it was easier than hating himself right now.

"I can take care of my own d*** girlfriend, so f*** off." Yoongi snapped, his harsh words making Jimin flinch.

The young idol was flustered and admittedly a little hurt. This wasn't the confrontation he had anticipated. The fighting was supposed to be between you and Yoongi, not him and Yoongi. Quickly, he tried to deescalate whatever this was. "I wasn't implying that you couldn't. I'm merely – " Before Jimin could finish defending himself, the door to the showers opened, forcing him and Yoongi to step back.

It didn't even take a second for Yoongi's demeanor to turn soft. "Y/N." He said your name with a mix of concern and relief.

Without hesitation, he reached out and pulled you to his chest, but you remained stiff, too surprised by his unexpected presence to put up any resistance, yet still too angry to hug him back. There was admittedly a small, annoying part of you that wanted to give in and just melt into his embrace, but you couldn't. Not after everything he said today.

After a few seconds, Yoongi placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you away slightly so that he could get a good look at you. He scanned you from top to bottom, checking for any visible injuries before his eyes finally met your hard stare.

At some point during your warm shower, your crying had finally ceased, but with the source of your heartache now standing in front of you, your eyes brimmed with angry tears once again. Yoongi, however, was too focused on his own dismay regarding the sasaeng incident that he couldn't accurately discern the cause of your distress.

"That must have been so scary, baby. Did they hurt you anywhere?" He softly asked, lifting his thumb in an attempt to wipe a stray tear from your upper cheek.

Quickly, you turned your head and stepped back, dodging his touch. The flame of resentment burning in your chest intensified with every second that passed without him acknowledging the pain he caused you. "I don't care about the stupid sasaengs, Yoongi. It's you. You hurt me." You finally spoke, jaw clenched.

Yoongi's eyes widened. He was well aware of the hurtful things he had said earlier. How could he forget? The past forty-five minutes since he hung up the phone had been spent staring at his computer screen trying, but failing, to ignore the nagging guilt in the back of his mind. However, he was still shocked that you called him out on it, because as messed up as it was, he was used to his girlfriend being a bit of a pushover. Whenever he took his anger or stress out on you in the past, you always made excuses for him. You rarely even required a proper apology, although he never neglected to give you one since he always knew it was the least you deserved.

After his initial surprise wore off, Yoongi lowered his head in shame. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean any of those things I said. I was just stressed and – "

You crossed your arms, shoulders tense as you shook your head. "No, Yoongi." You cut off his useless excuses. "Those aren't the kinds of things people accidentally say when they're stressed."

"But baby, I really didn't mean it." He insisted, his voice containing a hint of desperation.

You released a shaky breath and looked away from him, worried that his sad eyes might cause your resolve to waiver. "I find that hard to believe, but either way, I don't think it really matters. Having a hard day is an excuse for being cranky, not callous. I called you crying, and you didn't even give me the opportunity to speak. You just told me to suck it up and admitted that all the times I thought I was confiding in my sweet boyfriend, I was really just burdening him."

"You know it's not like that, Y/N. You're never a burden. I – " Yoongi tried to interject, but you ignored him, determined to finish speaking your peace.

"And on top of everything else, well aware of all the things people say and how much it hurts me, you threw Hayoon in my face. Why would you do that, Yoongi? Why would you stoop so low?" You asked, voice cracking at the end.

"I wasn't thinking, baby. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." Yoongi moved forward and reached for your hand, but you took a step back, forcing yourself to look up and meet his teary gaze.

"I know you are." You nodded solemnly, certain that he was sincere. "But I think I need some space right now."

"What?" Yoongi's eyes widened in panic. "What does that mean?"

You shrugged. It wasn't your intention to torture him with the ambiguity of your answer. You just really didn't know, and you didn't want to give him false reassurance. Maybe you were being overdramatic, but for you, that one phone call left you with a lot to think about. It was essentially the tipping point of all your self-doubts about being cut out to handle everything that came with being a famous idol's girlfriend, especially if your boyfriend was going to turn on you like some of his possessive fans whenever he was "stressed."

"I don't know, Yoongi. I need some time to think."

"Can't we just talk this out now?" He pleaded, desperately reaching for your hand again.

You didn't pull away this time. He looked so scared and it would have felt unnecessarily cruel. However, this didn't mean you were giving in.

"Thank you again, Jimin." You said, turning to the boy who had been awkwardly standing against the wall nearby, helplessly watching this situation unfold.

"I'll wash these and get them back to you as soon as I can." You promised, gesturing to the sweatshirt and sweatpants you were wearing before taking a few steps forward to hand him his gym bag.

In that moment, you had intended to slide your hand out of Yoongi's, but his grip tightened, and he just moved closer to Jimin with you. "No rush." Jimin mumbled, giving you an uncomfortable, sad smile.

Finally, you turned back to your boyfriend and looked down at your intertwined hands. Hesitantly, you placed your other hand on top of his, now clasping it between both of yours. Your mind was spinning. Even though he hurt you today, seeing him in pain as well only made you feel worse. All you really wanted to do was comfort him, but you knew you shouldn't, at least not right now.

"I need to go." You sniffled, finally releasing his hand. "We'll talk later, I promise."

"I love you." Yoongi mumbled, his words almost coming out as a whimper.

"I love you too." You whispered, leaving him with a sliver of hope before walking away.