Yoongi grabbed his steering wheel tightly. He couldn't believe here we has about to go knock on Jimin's door.

The anxiety started building up so he reached over to grab his key and turn his car back on. He couldn't confront Jimin. What was he even thinking? What would he even say?

But then, out of nowhere there Jimin was walking out of his house. He wore black jeans, a grey button up shirt and had sunglasses on.

Effortlessly gorgeous.

Yoongi felt his mouth water at the sight. Jimin ran his fingers though his hair like he so often did making a tsunami occur in Yoongi's tummy.

He took out his car key and just was he unlocked his car he spotted Yoongi parked a few blocks away.

Even though he was wearing shades Yoongi knew that he had seen him. And yes Jimin had been extremely courageous through the voicemail just not in person.

Yoongi immediately got of his car and sprinted towards him before he could get in. "Stop it. I will call the police." He told attempting to get in.

"Call them. I don't give a fuck. I'm Min Yoongi. My father will bail me out."

"What is wrong with you?" Jimin asked paranoid.

"What is wrong with you?" Yoongi asked back.

Jimin remained quiet for a few seconds next thing you know he was running back to his house to hide.

Yoongi caught up to him before he made it to the door. So Jimin ran back to the car and Yoongi followed.

"Stop fucking running! You know I don't run!" He screamed.

"Stop following me then!" Jimin told.

Yoongi managed to snatch his keys from him making Jimin squeal. "Give me my keys! Abuse! This is abuse! I'm screaming! Help! I'm a defenseless mochi being attacked my a psycho!"

"I'm not even touching you!" Yoongi screamed back.

"Yes you are! You mentally are I know you—!"

"Hey!" Jimin's neighbors screamed from across.

They both looked in her direction in unison. An angry forty-five year old stood by her window.
"Shut the fuck up or I'll call the police on both of you!" 

After she shut her window and walked away Jimin looked in Yoongi's direction. "See what you did? You scared Mrs. Yang."

"I scared her? None of this would've happened if you just talked to me. I didn't come all the way over here for nothing."

"Who says I want to talk to you? Didn't you get my voicemail?"

"Yeah, I did and I need some clarification-"

"How did you get my address? You are so a Joe! I should've known! Do you watch me outside my window and masturbate? You little pervert!" He said making the motion with his hands.

Yoongi wrinkled his nose and shook his head, "What the fuck, Jimin? Are you still drunk? Or are you simply trying to distract me from the problem here?"

"Maybe I am still drunk. Who knows? Give me back my keys." He said sternly.

"Why did you do it? Why did you send that message? I thought we were good. Fucks sakes, I thought we were making progress."

"I had already told you I didn't want none of this. I don't want a relationship and I don't want you to think that you own me."

Yoongi groaned and tried to calm himself. He just wish he could read Jimin's mind because he so often contradicted himself it was hard to comprehend him.

"Who says I'm trying to own you? I'm simply trying to understand you and you don't let me. Are you going to deny that what happened last night wasn't out of love?"

Jimin fixed his sunglasses nervously. He was glad that he still had them on otherwise Yoongi would see right through him.

"You're making a huge deal about it like we had sex or something."

"No, we didn't have sex, but we were emotionally intimate with each other. You cried in my arms and held me like I was your entire world. I felt that. I felt needed and loved just like you feel with me. Why're you pushing me away?" Yoongi asked in disbelief.

Jimin took a quiet breath and stared at the ground. He tried to shake off his feelings, but failed miserably.

His knees felt weak and he was nauseous. The feeling of vulnerability was one that he despised.

He told himself he would never be vulnerable for another person again. He wouldn't give them that power over him. Yet here he was falling on his knees for a pale misunderstood boy like, Yoongi.

"I'm just asking you for a chance. Give me a chance to prove to you my intentions. Let me try. Let us try."

Jimin stood frozen. He felt like the world was spinning and his nausea didn't make it better. He covered his mouth and quickly walked over to the nearest bush to throw up his empty insides.

"Jimin, what's wrong?" Yoongi asked heading to him. He reached over to touch his shoulder and Jimin harshly shook it off.

Yoongi stepped back nibbling on his bottom lip as he continued to vomit. Say something, Yoongi. Say something, he's slipping away.

There it was. The sucker punch gut feeling you got when you knew bad news were coming. Yoongi knew the end was approaching and the thought itself made his whole body ache.

Heartbreak wasn't just an emotional pain. It was physical too. Because while Jimin was vomiting and Yoongi was watching him from few feet away he felt his happiness slowly melt through the cracks of his hands.

And that shit was painful.

Jimin's stomach finally felt somewhat better so he stepped back wiping his mouth disgusted. Maybe it was the hungover. Or the fact that he was trying so hard to convince himself that he didn't need, Yoongi. Either way both feelings were awful.

"Let's start over," Yoongi whispered.

Jimin could hear the pain in his voice. He didn't have to face him to know the look on his face. He could vividly picture it in his mind.

Yoongi walked in front of him and slowly reached over to remove his sunglasses. Jimin's eyes were swollen and red from all the crying he had done the night before. The darkness under his eyes was more noticeable now. He would be lying if he said he has slept the last week or so.

"Let's start over again. I don't want anyone else in this world, but you. I'm not afraid or ashamed to say that I want you. I choose you over the whole fucking world. I just need you to pick me too."

Jimin just kept staring in his eyes looking for a sign of deception and simply couldn't find one. That's what triggered him the most because it brought his hopes up.

"Say something, anything," he whispered anxiously.

Jimin shook his head no. He had been here before many, many, times. Yes, he wanted to try who didn't? But, he was so emotionally destroyed that the insecurities and doubts got the best of him.

"I don't want to try. I liked what we had before there weren't feelings involved. I don't want this love. I don't want your love. I don't want my well being to depend on you and if I let you in it will. You will drive me mad just like you're driving me mad right now. I've been there and done that over and over. I can't do it anymore. My body can't do it anymore. I don't want to do it anymore."

"I-I know you have reasons to doubt me because of your past experiences, but if you just let me—" Yoongi tried to touch his hand and Jimin pulled away.

"Are you not listening to me? Just let me go, okay? I don't want you in my life anymore. Fuck off, Min Yoongi."

Yoongi apprehensively fidgeted with his fingers. Breathe, just breathed. He remembered Jungkook say. So he did.

"I-I'm not giving up on you. I won't let you down just like everyone else in your life did. I'm going to be here for you because you need me." He said with a shaky breath.

Jimin laughed as the knot on his throat got bigger. "Are you hearing yourself? You sound ridiculous. Stop trying to be my hero. I don't need you to save me." He snatched his  keys from Yoongi's hand before he bursted into tears.

Yoongi watched him walk to his car to unlock it yet again and all the emotion he has been holding in finally came out. He didn't care if the neighbor got pissed of called the police. He just wanted to stop Jimin from leaving.

"You're breaking my fucking heart!" He screamed with anger and disappointment. Not at Jimin exactly, but at himself for giving Jimin everything once again and receive nothing but hatred in return.  He didn't think his heart could ache this much.

"You're breaking your own fucking heart for wanting something that was never there."