A/N: Yoongi in this gif has me screeching like a pterodactyl and my UWU machine legit broke. His smile cures all of my problems

Both Taehyung and I quickly turn our heads towards the direction the voice came from, noticing Yoongi standing just a few feet away. His expression is that of pure anger. I close my eyes and let out a deep sigh. Tae jumps up from his seat. "Y-Yoongi-Hyung." Yoongi doesn't move, instead staring down at Tae.

"You touched her?" He asks, pointing at me and raising his eyebrows. "Where?" His glare is as cold as ice. If looks could kill, Tae would probably be six feet under by now. 

Tae doesn't answer, instead looking down at his hands. "WHERE?!" He yells, causing me and Tae to jump. "It's not like you think. I didn't touch her like that." He responds.

"Just tell me where." He says calmly. "O-on her back." He stutters. "Where? Near her ass?" He asks with gritted teeth. Tae doesn't say anything but nods. 

Yoongi looks up at the sky and chuckles in disbelief. "Hyung, I'm so sorry. It was only once and I felt awful about it, It never happened again." He pleads.

"You're supposed to be my friend. My brother. We've known each other, LIVED and WORKED with each other for years. Your loyalty and friendship with me should have been strong enough to control yourself. She's my fucking fiance!" He yells.

"I'm so sorry, please! It- I- Ugh." He groans, gripping at his hair. "You think I haven't noticed the way you act around her? The way you look at her? The fucking bracelet you gave her? I let all that go because in my head, I thought you'd never act on it, out of respect for me." He says in a low tone. 

"And you never told me, Jangmi?" He turns his attention towards me. "To be honest, nothing happened between us, I didn't want to say anything in case it would cause you two to fight. I never realised Tae's feelings for me. This is the first I've heard of it. If I'd have known, I would have told you." I say, trying to calm him down. "I think this has all been blown way out of proportion. He never tried anything after that, this was months ago, Yoongi." I say.

He scoffs in response. "It was months ago and neither of you told me that he tried to make a move on you? That he fucking touched you?!"

"No, it's not being blown out of proportion. He has every right to be angry, I betrayed his trust. I'm so sorry Hyung." Tae pleads, walking towards him. Yoongi doesn't say another word, instead turning around and walking back into the house.

"Hyung!" "Yoongi!" Tae and I both yell in unison. I let out a deep sigh as we follow him into the house. As I make my way through, I see him grab his jacket and walk out the front door, slamming it behind him. 

I decided to shut down the party and send everyone home. Barbara offered to stay with me to keep me company, whilst Tae went out to find Yoongi. "It'll be alright. Just give him time to calm down. You know how his temper is." Barbara whispers as she comforts me on the couch, holding me in a hug. "Yeah, and I'm worried he's gone out to get drunk. He does this every time we have a fight." I say as my mind overworks, thinking of every possible worse case scenario that could happen to him right now. 

"You don't have to stay, it's okay. It's getting late, go home and get some rest. He'll come home eventually." I tell Barbara. She gives an apologetic smile and nods her head. 

"Text me as soon you have news, okay? I'll talk to you later." She says, giving me a hug and walking out the door. 

**

I'm suddenly awoken by sounds of clothes rustling and movement in the room. I reach over and turn on the lamp on the bedside table, turning to look over my shoulder. I see Yoongi struggling to get out of his jeans as he fumbles around the room, clearly drunk. He looks up at me, before looking back down to get his pants off. I shake my head in disappointment and turn the lamp back off, laying my head back down. 

I feel the bed dip beside me, followed by Yoongi's sighs and groans. I don't say anything, instead curl myself up and try to stay as still as possible, hoping he'll think I've gone back to sleep. 

"Jang-" He begins, before I cut him off. "Go to sleep." I say sternly. I'm not in the mood for a conversation right now, especially not when he's drunk. 

"What, you're not gonna let me talk?" He slurs. "No. Go to sleep." I respond bluntly.

"Oh, you're mad at me. Nothing new there then." He says with a sigh. I roll my eyes and grit my teeth, holding back from yelling and causing an argument right here and now. We've fought numerous times about him going out and getting drunk every time he's faced with a problem. And every time he say's he's sorry and it won't happen again. 

"I don't know why you're so mad. I should be the one who's mad." He says. Before I can retaliate, I quickly get out of bed, grabbing my phone. "Where are you going?" He asks, sitting up. I don't say anything, instead walking out of the room and making my way to one of our spare rooms. I walk in and climb into the bed, trying to calm myself down and go to sleep. 

The next morning I wake up, I feel a pair of arms around my waist. I look over my shoulder to see Yoongi sleeping peacefully beside me in the spare room. I let out a sigh and turn over in the bed so I'm facing him. "Yoongi." I say, poking him, attempting to wake him up. Only low, sleepy groans come from him. "Yoongi." I say more sternly, shaking his shoulder. I watch his eyes flutter open, squinting at the light through the curtains. "Ugh." He groans, holding his head and scrunching his face. 

"Hungover?" I ask in a sarcastic tone. He groans as a response, closing his eyes and licking his dry lips. "Why are you in here?" I ask him. He opens his eyes slightly, looking at me. 

"Because I didn't want to be alone." He says sleepily. 

"I'm sorry, Jangmi."

I let out a sigh and grab his head, pulling him to my chest in an embrace. He wraps his arms around my back tightly as he hugs me back. "You're an idiot." I say, caressing his hair. 

"I know." He mumbles. 

"And what did I say? Stop going out and getting drunk everytime you're upset. We've argued about this so many times." I say. 

"I know." He mumbles again. 

"Please don't leave me." I hear him whisper into my chest. "What?" I ask, looking down. 

"I'm sorry, I keep messing up. I was just so angry. I felt betrayed and lied to. I felt hurt..." He says. 

"Pabo, I'm not going to leave you. Just don't let this ruin your relationship with him. It really wasn't that big of a deal. He didn't try to have sex with me. He just touched my back. That's all. I promise." I say, kissing the top of his head. "But, please stop doing this every time you're angry or upset." I added. 

"I will. I won't do it again. I promise." He says, looking up at me. 

"Can I get a good morning kiss?" He asks sweetly, I smile and nod my head. He leans up further, as I lean in, I suddenly get the stench of stale alcohol from his breath. "Oh." I say, pulling back and covering my nose. "How about you go take a shower and brush your teeth first?" I say, stifling a laugh at his face as he pouts sadly. 

I hum as I clean up the kitchen from the leftover glasses and food containers. "Ugh, seriously?" I mutter to myself as I pick up a bag of empty chips from the floor. Suddenly I feel two arms snake around my waist from behind, followed by the smell of fresh shampoo. "You smell much better." I chuckle as I turn myself around in his arms, so I'm facing him. 

"How do you feel? Any better?" I ask. 

"Yeah. A lot actually.". 

"What happened last night by the way? Did you speak to him?" I ask. 

"Mm." He nods. 

"And? What happened?" 

He sighs. "We talked, he apologised. A lot. And explained it a little better. I'm still mad at him but we're okay. We've been through a lot, all of us have and I don't wanna fight with him. So it's fine." He says with a smile. I let out a sigh of relief. 

"Good, thank God." 

"Mm." He nods, leaning in closer, placing his lips on mine gently. He begins to deepen the kiss, rubbing himself up against me. I lightly push his chest and pull away. "Nope. I said a morning kiss. Not morning sex. I have work anyway." I say, removing his arms from my waist. 

"What? Oh come on, skip work." He says, looking at me with puppy dog eyes. 

"No." I chuckle. 

"So I have to take care of this myself?" He asks, motioning to the erection in his sweatpants. 

"I guess so. Or you can wait for me until I get home." I tease. I place a swift peck to his lips before walking towards the staircase, getting ready for work. 

"YAH! STAY HOME!"

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