Staring at the plate of food in front of you, you began poking and prodding everything with your chopsticks before a low groan rang out from beside you. "Just eat it, Jagi." Yoongi shoved a bite of food into his own mouth before holding up a bite for you.
You narrowed your eyes at him and turned your head like a child. "I'm not hungry." You stated triumphantly, crossing your arms over your chest.
"I'll force feed you if I have to." Yoongi huffed, blowing the hair that fell delicately around his forehead to the side.
You glanced around at the amused faces in the room before smirking at the boy next to you. "Tell you what. You want me to eat? Fine. But~" You paused, stifling a giggle before adding, "Do aegyo."
Yoongi's face paled as he glared at you. "(y/n)-"
"You want me to eat, don't you?" You cut Yoongi off with wide eyes and a small pout and he groaned loudly. "Pleaaase, Oppa?"
Yoongi silently turned back to the rest of the boys watching who quickly looked away. "If I hear about this from any of you, I'll use you as target practice at the shooting rage, got it?" Turning back to your large grin, he narrowed his eyes and held a bite of food up for you again. "Jagiya!" Yoongi whined in a high voice, making your grin broaden even more. "Won't you please eat?" He pouted his bottom lip, causing you to giggle and take the bite of food from his outstretched chopsticks. "Brat." He scoffed tossing down the chopsticks.
You swallowed your food and laughed, throwing your arms around his neck. You placed soft pecks along his jawline and watched as he tried to fight off his gummy smile. "Knock it off, that's disgusting. We eat in here." Namjoon walked past the two of you and dropped a thick folder in front of Yoongi. "Everything checked out. There's the information you wanted."
Yoongi nodded as he thumbed through the folder before snatching it up and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "You, eat." He stood and headed to the door, turning back to look at Jin and adding, "Make sure she eats. Force feed her if you have to." Before leaving the room.
Jin padded over to where you sat and plopped down in the now-empty seat next to you before taking your plate and chopsticks. He began feeding you like a child, much to your dismay, but you obliged. The sooner you were done eating, the sooner you could see what Yoongi was up to. Luckily for you, Jin basically ate half of your food for you and you were gone in no time, wandering through the halls.
Cracking open your bedroom door, you peered inside. Nothing. You sighed and continued, opening random doors throughout the building. A large metal door stood before you and you could have sworn you heard shouting on the other side. You cracked open the door and were immediately hit with the scent of flowers and fresh air. The small garden before you was beautiful and it captured your full attention, until you noticed Yoongi, phone in hand, shouting at whoever was on the other end.
"You tell that bastard that if he ever comes near Bangtan crew again, I'll kill him myself." You just watched the anger that flooded his face as he shouted and you knew it must have been bad. "Four years. I thought she left me." Your eyes widened and you fully slipped outside, closing the door silently behind you. "… I don't give a shit what your boss wants! … Well too fucking bad! … She wouldn't have had to if- … You just tell that asshole that I'm coming for him. His fucking days are numbered." With a wild swing, Yoongi threw his phone and you watched it collide with the wall as he dropped onto the bench of a picnic table, his head in his hands.
"Nice to see you still manage your anger well." You knelt before him and pushed his hands away, replacing them with your own.
"You're supposed to be eating." You could still hear the edge in his voice, but for the first time in four years, you weren't scared.
"Already done. Ask Seokjin." You gave Yoongi a soft smile before moving yourself into his arms. "Don't do it, Yoongi. Please don't go after him."
"I have to." He sighed as he held you tightly, pressing his lips to the top of your head before resting his chin on it and closing his eyes against the cool breeze. "He made it personal."
"Namjoonie!" You slammed the door to the garden and skipped ahead of your boyfriend, trying to distract yourself from the impending doom. "Yoongi broke his phone again!" You shouted, hearing an immediate groan from the office ahead.
Standing in the doorway to Namjoon's office, you waited for Yoongi who chucked his phone into the trashcan next to the desk before nodding at Namjoon, who nodded back. You looked between the two and scoffed. "You knew about this?" Namjoon just shrugged and looked to his desk, jotting something down. You leaned over to read it, but he snatched the paper away quickly. "You need to work on your handwriting." You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest and following Yoongi out of the office.
Following him to the bedroom, you plopped down on the bed, falling backwards. You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked up at him from underneath your eyelashes, causing him to sigh and pout. "Don't give me that look. You know I can't handle it."
"Don't go, Yoongi. Don't do this."
"You know I have to." He sat next to you and rested his hand on your knee, giving you a small, sad smile. "I'll be fine."
"I thought so too, you know." Your eyes glistened with unspilled tears as you stared at him. "But I wasn't. I wasn't fine. I needed you. They're worse than they look."
Yoongi rubbed his forehead before gathering you into his arms. You rested your head against his chest and listened to his slow, steady heartbeat. You let your eyes droop closed with a sniff, curling farther into him. "I'll come back. I promise."
You weren't sure how long you had been asleep for. All you knew was that when you woke up, Yoongi was gone. A letter rested on the dresser across the room and you just stared at it with a sad smile. It wasn't until you heard voices in the hall that you actually decided to get out of bed. Ignoring the letter, you cracked the door open just enough to peek out.
"Let us go with you!"
"You need the backup, Man."
"Suga come on."
"We're your friends."
You sprinted through the door and past all of the protesting boys, wrapping your arms tightly around Yoongi and pressing against his back. He immediately dropped his head and stopped moving. You didn't say a word and for a while, neither did he. You both just stood there, surrounded by the other members, completely silent. Eventually, Yoongi gripped your arm and turned to face you, his face soft and sad.
"Don't go, Yoongi." You pleaded one last time, hoping and praying that this would be the one time he actually listened to you.
"I love you, Angel." Was all he said. He leaned down and pressed a long, loving kiss to your lips before nodding to Hoseok who stepped forward to hold you back, despite your cries of protest. Without another word, he spun on his heels and headed out the door.
You collapsed into Hoseok's arms, still screaming your protests to the empty yard, long after Yoongi drove away, long after the others had left the entryway, long after the sun had gone down. You didn't stop sobbing until your exhaustion took you to unconsciousness.
You smiled, keeping your eyes closed. The warmth of the body beneath you and the sound of the heartbeat that wasn't your own calmed your nerves from the night before. You inhaled deeply and stretched up, nuzzling into his jaw before blinking your eyes open. At the sight of the sleeping man before you, though, your face fell. Where your Yoongi should have been, in stead, slept a peaceful Hoseok. Turning your head, you noticed Namjoon on the other side of you, and a quick glance around the room told you that the bedroom you were waking up in was theirs, not the one you shared with Yoongi. That could only mean one thing. He hadn't come home last night. Your breath caught in your throat as the room started spinning. You felt like you were choking on nothing and everything all at the same time. Your head spun, nearly making you collapse from the dizziness. You struggled to crawl off the bed, waking both men in the process.
"(y/n)?" Hoseok's voice was deep with sleep as he called to you, but you kept crawling, not finding enough strength in your legs to walk. You finally reached the door and threw it open, pulling yourself up to a standing position on your shaking legs and sprinting down the hall to your own bedroom. Empty. Remembering the letter, you reached for it, admiring the long, rushed characters before quickly unfolding it.
(y/n)- I'm sorry. Four years ago you threw your life away for me. I'm prepared to do the same. Please wait for me. You came back and I will too. I have full faith that I can handle this. Don't come looking for me. I don't know how long this will take. Look after Jungkook while I'm gone. He can be a handful. Remember, Angel. I love you. Wait for me. I'll come home. -S
Your sobs choked you, your tears blinded you and stung your eyes. In the blink of an eye, you were alone again. You didn't notice the flood of people that poured into the hall behind you. You didn't notice the hands on your shoulders and back, you didn't notice Namjoon's strong arms around you or Hoseok's sniffles, or maybe you just didn't care.
You didn't care about anything. Nothing but Yoongi. You could lose everything in the world, but as long as he remained, you would make it through. But now you were lost. Scared. Alone. In a room full of people, you were alone. You were so scared of what the future held and a feeling in your gut told you that you wouldn't be seeing beacon of light again.
Your hand shook as you reached out to the bottom drawer of the dresser and slowly slid it open, pulling out the silken jerseys it contained. You hugged them both tightly to your chest and pulled away from everyone's grasp, curling into a ball on the floor.
Yoongi was gone. And you didn't know if he was coming back.
"He'll come back when it's over." Jungkook's soft voice whispered in your ear as he scooped you up and laid you gently on the plush bed. "No need to say goodbye."