For the first time in a while I open the blinds. I sit just below the window sill as the sun tries to fight through the clouds as the rain quickly drops. This is my favourite type of weather. In the middle of spring when we have one or two days when it's complete misery outside, I love it. That is why I have opened the blinds, to watch. As I do so my head is tilted slightly to the left resting on my hand as the other sternly moves across the paper as I quickly write, I've been like this for an hour now. I blurt out everything my mind owns, everything I've held hidden within, it's all coming out now I guess.

My final goodbye.

😊

How are you holding up?

I'm so so sorry Jimin. This is all my fault,

I've ruined everything.

It wasn't your fault, it's no ones fault.

We need to talk to about it though. Please meet

us at the BigHit building.

Oh and where a mask and large jumper just in case.

I quickly dry my eyes and try my best to pull my body out of bed. I've been trapped here for hours. I look in the mirror in the bathroom, my face is red and my eyes are puffy. I try my best to hide it all with a little bit of makeup and a mask barely hiding my identity.

I go to leave. My hand hovers over the door handle, I'm afraid, anxious, words can't describe it. With a large sigh I breathe out and walk through the door closing it behind me. As I walk along the path I feel as though someone is there. That paranoia I now have to deal with, there is nothing I can do about it, I'm the one to blame after all.

As I adjust my mask the wind blows causing my hair to fall across my face, I think it may rain soon. The humidity in the air and the lack of light gives it away.

I walk up the stairs quickly and thankfully there seems to be no one around, not outside at least, inside was a whole another story. As my foot enters the building I am quickly greeted to a number of employees rushing around, all seem very stressed and overwhelmed. I don't know it's because of the comeback or the number scandals recently, probably both.

"Y/n over here" I am greeted by Hoseok. Instantly I want to run away, run away forever and never come back. My stomach drops as he walks over to me slowly. He isn't his usual self, I can tell by his eyes, they're emotionless, deep. He isn't smiling which breaks my heart. Every time I've seen this boy he is a ray of sunshine, not today.

"Hello" I say trying not to make eye contact. He doesn't respond, all he does is wrap his arms around my body squeezing me tightly. I stand there detached.

After a few seconds he doesn't let go fully, he is still holding onto my arm and pulls me gently through the large grouping of people. I'm thankful as I feel as though I can't move anymore, the anxiety and stress is beginning to catch up with my body.

We enter a dark room, one in which I've never been in before. Inside is a large table, six of the boys sit around it including Hoseok who has let go from my arm leaving me alone. Yoongi isn't here and suddenly I feel less safe. Not only that there are five men in black suits who too sit around the table, the one in the middle looking the most intimidating. I still stand there unsure on what to say or do until the scary looking man breaks the silence.

"Please take a seat miss Y/n" I slowly nod my head and I sit down. My legs begin to shake as I do so and my breathing becomes thin. I grip tightly onto my wrist, it's tender and fragile from the night before.

"Listen I'm just going to get straight to the point miss Y/n. I'm sorry but we need you to break up with Yoongi and to not contact any of the members ever again. It's for the good of the group and allows them to continue on with their career without anymore unnecessary drama" At this point my breathing has stopped, everything has stopped.

"Hey, there's no need to be so harsh. She can still be with him and stay our friend, we just need to be more careful from now on!" Jimin exclaims standing up from his chair startling me a little.

"I'm sorry Jimin but it's the best for all of us" As those words left his mouth I loosen the grip on my wrist, blood begging to seep through my sleeves.

"Okay" I manage to say, my voice barely making it five inches away from my face.

"What do you mean 'okay'? This isn't right Y/n!" Jimin raises his voice once more.

"Jimin calm down"

"No I will not calm down Jin, this is bullshit!"

I stand up from the table, I can't be here anymore. I go to leave but before I can Tae grabs a hold of my arm. By this point my wrist has let lose and the cuff of my sleeve is completely red.

"Y/n...."

"It's okay Tae"

"No it's not, you're not okay" His voice is so consoling, so soft and god those eyes, so caring but the man was right, I had to go forever. He pulls me into a tight hug but my body reacts negatively. I push him away and I run out the room. I need to leave. The boy's continue to sit there, their faces pale and nothing more was said, there was nothing more they could say.

I go straight home. As soon as I entered the door I collapsed on the ground and that is where I would stay.

Both Jimin and Jungkook knock on Yoongi's door. Both sad and lifeless due to the outcome of the meeting.

"Yoongi Hyung, Jimin and I need to talk to you"

His room was dark, very dark. It looked as though it hadn't been cleaned for months. His bed wasn't made and the desk was covered in scrunched up paper. You couldn't see the carpet due all the dirty clothes and the smell, you couldn't describe it.

"Yoongi Hyung?" Jungkook said once more.

"Ughhhhh go away" Yoongi emerges from under the blanket. He's been in the same clothes for days now, his hair looks as though it hasn't been washed in months, the circles under his eyes were black in which stood out even more due to his pale skin and there was reminiscence of a stubble beginning to grow due to having no energy to shave. In conclusion he was a mess.

"Yoongi I'm sorry"

"Due to the tone of your voice Jimin I'm guessing it didn't go well"

"Yeah..."

"Okay I understand, go away now"

"Will you be okay?"

"No"

Both Jimin and Jungkook leave his room, they know he needs time, time to be okay although it didn't make the situation any easier.

A day or so goes by. At this point the news had slowly died down but it certainly was still there haunting over the boys. Yoongi still hides in his room growing sadder and more fragile each day.

Jimin, Jungkook, Tae, Jin and Hoseok are all scattered around the apartment doing their own thing. Still having trouble moving on, their emotions growing weaker each day.

Suddenly out of no where Namjoon burst through the door causing everyone in the room to jump.

"Where is Yoongi?!"

"Where do you think?" Tae responds in a low tone.

Namjoon runs past everyone and goes straight into Yoongi's room.

"Aish I told you all to go awa....." Namjoon cuts him off before he can finish his sentence.

"Yoongi we found them!"

"What do you mean you found them?"

"We found the person who had been stalking you and Y/n and had posted the article"

"Why does it matter, the damage is done"

"I did some talking and convincing and they changed their mind. Since we found the person they are going to do some damage control so you can still be with Y/n but from now on you have to be more careful"

"Really?!" Suddenly Yoongi's eyes brighten up and everything seems hopeful again.

"Who did it?"

"Come on, I'll show you"

The boys travel down the streets of Seoul with BigHit employees to a very familiar neighbourhood.

"Why are we at Y/n's work?"

"You'll see"

We enter Y/n's classroom. A substitute has been holding her classes lately due to what occurred a few days prior. They walk down the aisle looking and looking until finally Namjoon stops.

"Excuse me are you miss Ji ah?" At the sight of the girl Yoongi so quickly recognised he was enraged. Y/n was so kind to this bitch and she without a thought went and stabbed her in the back, caused her mental health to plummet, tried to ruin our career, the list goes on.

"Oh that's me. Wait I recognise you, you're always here to visit miss Y/n. You're her boyfriend right?"

This is when Yoongi loses it. "Don't act all fucking innocent and like you don't know us. Why did you do it?!"

Her facial expression quickly changes after Yoongi finished talking. She now looked sinister, evil, not human. "Fine whatever. Yes it was me, I posted the article and took those photos. I did it because I love you Suga, I love you so much. Why be with some skank like her when you could be dating me, a beautiful, wealthy and intelligent young lady. She had it coming thinking she was good enough for you. The day you walked into this room I knew who you were. It took all my might to not jump on top of you but I managed to hold back. But look here you are, you probably want to to be with me now right? Miss fucking Y/n is probably cutting her arm again or having a mental break down like she always does, I have no idea how you could even stand been near her, I know I struggled"

Yoongi was ready to throw this bitch into the ground. His hands quickly turned to fists and his blood boiled. "You fucking bitch, I'm gonna....." He was quickly cut off by Namjoon.

"You boys can handle it from here. Yoongi lets go" Namjoon pulled Yoongi out of the room and into the cool air which then turned to rain.

"Why did you pull me away? Did you hear how she spoke about Y/n?! She needs to fucking pay"

"I pulled you out of there before you did something I know you would regret. You're not a violent person Yoongi, don't be something you're not. She will get what she deserves don't you worry about that."

"Thank you..." Yoongi quietly said trying to let his body settle.

"God I can't believe it was Ji ah."

"It's always the one's you don't expect but lets try to forget about it for now. I think it's about time you go to see Y/n"

With one last stroke I finish writing five pages of nonsense but I guess it will do. I place the paper into an envelope writing 'Sorry' on the outside and I leave it on the kitchen counter.

I walk into the bathroom and I begin to fill up the bath tub with lukewarm water. I place my body into it, my clothes still attached to my body. By this point I was completely shaking but the part of my brain that controls emotion and thought processing was completely broken. This is such a strange sensation, my last few moments, its not how I thought it would feel like. I guess it's never how we think it will be like.

As I continue to sit there the water reaches up to my waist and continues to grow and raise. I grip the blade tightly in my right hand as it sits against my left.

I breathe in and out, too emotionally drained to cry.

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"I'm sorry Yoongi...."

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Ahhh here it is, hope you like it ♡