My eyes constantly moved from Yoongi to his ex. Wasn't she dead? I knew all this was a fucking dream.

Can someone gently explain this to me? Are we filming Conjuring 4 with a beautiful ghost for a change?

She stepped in. No ghost girl, stay there.

"Hey, can you pass through things?" I blurted out. Fuck! Everyone is laughtose intolerant here.

"What? Who are you?" She asked me.

"I-"

"Who are you?!" Yoongi interrupted me, asking her instead.

"Did you forget me, Yoon? I am Jee. Your Jee," she said, her eyes already glistening with tears.

Yoongi, I love you but I am out. You literally got a ghost behind you. You're possessed.

"H-How? Jee? I thought... I..." Woobin fumbled.

"I was saved," she said, "I went abroad for my treatment. Luckily, I was saved."

Guys, I assure you, she is lying. She is a freaking spirit.

Yoongi's face was whiter than snow, paler than what he usually is. His lips were dry and parted in bewilderment. His eyes were set on her frail figure as if making sure that she stood in front of him.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" Woobin yelled, tears streaming down his face.

"I cried for days when I didn't receive from you. I thought you died!" He wailed and that broke my heart. MiHi was holding his hand tightly, biting her lower lip to control her tears from falling.

"I just couldn't! After what I did... I didn't know how to face Yoon! If Taehyung hadn't approached me, I would have never got the guts to come back. I was so apologetic-" she was interrupted when Yoongi gripped her shoulders in both of his hands.

"Who do you fucking think you are? Who are you to play with our emotions in such a way?" He questioned through gritted teeth. Tears rolled down his cheeks but he didn't care to wipe them off.

"Yoon... Please... I am hurting..." She whimpered.

"And I didn't? First, you fucking hide your illness, then you fucking plan to act like you cheated on me leaving me all broken. Then suddenly I came to know that you exist no more making me hate myself and now suddenly you pop up again. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!" He growled.

Tears smeared her beautiful face, "Yoongi please calm down."

"Hyung, leave her," Namjoon said.

Hoseok had his hand cupping his mouth while Jimin stood behind him as if petrified of Yoongi's present form. The rest were too stunned to speak.

"ANSWER ME DAMMIT!" He yelled. Traces of saliva thwarted out of his mouth and tears never stopped raining over his face that was as pale as the moon that moves alone through lonely space.

"Yoon-" she broke down. I moved ahead, holding his hand, "Yoongi, leave her. She is hurting."

He turned to me, his eyes snapping into mine and that sent chills all over my body.

"KEEP YOUR SHITTY NOSE OUT OF MY FUCKING BUSINESS," He growled so loud that all the sounds except him stopped. Sounds? My world stopped at that moment.

I felt heat travelling all over my face. A crawling pain reached each of my ribs as if cursing my heart to beat that loud. My movements became still, I didn't know how to handle the situation. My hands turned clammy and my ears turned warmer with each tick of the clock that could be heard in the pin-drop silence.

"Yah Yoongi?!" Jin questioned his demeanour.

I gulped and turned around to leave when I felt a grip on my wrist. I turned back to watch his eyes, so much pain, so much guilt.

"I am sorry Jee, it wasn't intended. I am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," he clarified.

I forced a smile to tear my face, stabbing my emotional vulnerability in the instance.

"It's okay Yoongi. I need to leave, I have to return back in time," I responded calmly.

"I- I'll come along," MiHi proposed.

"No, stay with Woobin. He needs you. I'll just take a cab," I smiled at her. Getting my other hand over his holding my wrist, I got free of his grip.

"So, let me mind my own fucking business," I grunted and took my leave. It wasn't a time to compromise my self-respect, not even for him. Not this time. Not in front of her.

As I was walking through the now empty corridor, I felt my smile fading, the scenery around me blurred due to the tears that prickled my eyes. No, for fuck sake, don't cry over this! You weren't at fault. If he wants to act like Katsuki Bakugo then fuck it. I am not gonna bear it for no fucking reason.

"Jee," I heard him call. I quickly wiped off my tears and painted my face with a smile and turned back. Everyone followed him.

He ran up to me and panted once he reached me. "I am sorry Jee. Sorry. I am a fucking bastard. I was angry and I didn't see anything if it was you or anyone. I really never wanted to hurt you."

"It's okay, I already said it, duh."

"Just stop faking it," he said a bit loudly, "I know I hurt you. I apologise." His eyes were teary and just reflected his conscience, he was guilty enough.

"I am a fucking piece of trash-"

"As someone who really cares deeply about the environment, I am obligated to pick you up. So, when and how?" I smiled instigating his own. I could hear some giggles from behind but I didn't really care who it was.

"You smooth fucker," he chuckled, his eyes still watering.

I flicked my hair from over my shoulder, giving a genuine smile. He hugged me all of a sudden, "Thank you for coming here on my say. I am sorry I became a rude jerk."

I tiptoed to reach his ear, "No problem, just take me to art museums and make out with me. You'll be forgiven, my child."

"But they said, you can't touch the masterpieces," he whispered right into my ear sending a jolt of shivers all over my body.

We parted, both having a very stupid smile on our faces.

"Let me drop you back," he proposed.

"No. Stay here, clear the misunderstandings and tell me what happened. Okay?" I said and he nodded.

"But it isn't safe to go out at this hour," Jin added.

"I'll drop her," Taehyung said and everyone agreed.

"Bye," I bowed and turned to leave with Tae.

"Wait," Yoongi said, taking off his jacket and placing it over me, "It's chilly now. Take care and text me once you reach back."

I smiled and nodded, finally sitting in the car with Tae driving. Travel with me~

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