I yawn as Yoongi drums his fingers against the dining room table in irritation.

"So this is some kind of crazy ex situation, that's what you're saying?" He mumbles quietly.

It's meant to be a question, I'm sure. But whether it's directed at me or himself I can't say.

"Not crazy, " I whisper brokenly.

For a moment my eyes glaze over as I become lost to the memories of what this man's done to me and the terror that he's induced. But for one infinitesimal moment I remember myself. The girl that I once was, long ago, comes back to me.

And for first time in a long time, I can't stop myself. Words spew from my mouth that I haven't told anyone, and it scares me.

  "He's an actual psychopath with more money than he could spend in seven fucking lifetimes. Crazy isn't a strong enough word to describe how twisted this man is."

Yoongi watches me, expression neutral as he allows me to unfold. Not a single word misses his ears, even in my anger and hurt fueled haze I can tell that. Not that it matters in any real capacity, because I just can't seem to stop myself.

"He was always obsessive. Even before we really started dating. Of course, I didn't find out just how badly until after he cooerced me into moving into his home." I shudder, lost in the memories I am dragging forth.

"The first time I knew was when he beat our dog to death for trying to sit between us during a movie night, " I divulge. "And it only went downhill from there. I was kept prisoner for a very, very long time. He didn't take kindly to my attempts to leave."

I take a deep breath, attempting to strengthen my waning courage.

"He killed the butler that helped me escape, " I add softly, guilt churning in my gut and leaving an unpleasant taste in my mouth. "And my only living relative, my aunt, knows everything. But she doesn't care. If Jacob gets his hands on me she'll do whatever it takes for him to get the wedding he so desperately wants. She's just dying to help him blow all of his money."

"Wait a minute, " Yoongi interupts assertively. "I still fail to understand why you haven't gone to anyone with this. There are people that can help you."

"Oh, " I retort. "And how can I be certain that he doesn't have a buddy in the force? That's how he found me in Germany."

Yoongi shakes his head in desbelief. "This is a lot of accusations, and no physical proof." He tells me.

It almost feels like he's calling me a liar. My first instinct has always been to take everything for the worst, and this man hasn't been the nicest of the brother by a very wide margin. But I've noticed, Yoongi is the kind of man who cares for those he loves quietly.

It isn't a rare sight to observe the man doing something or another for his brothers. All of these thoughtful things he does with no thought of repayment, nor recognition. Yoongi is a man capable of empathising, even if he doesn't seem like one.

"I do have proof, " I tell him with hardened eyes. I've never been more determined to have everything out and into the open. "I know where they dumped the body. I also had a video, taken the night of the incident, but home of this ever made it to court. I was never even offered a protection plan. He waved around his magic wallet, and all of it disappeared."

Yoongi sighs in frusteration. Clearly irritated by the entire situation.

"Do you even realize how far out of my jurisdiction this shit is?" He groans.

"I don't even know what to do in this situation, I'll be honest." he tells me candidly. "But I'll dig around and try to find out what I can do discretely. It's gonna take a while though, so I'd get comfortable if I were you."

It is at this point that I realize something spectacular. I think I already am. Comfortable I mean. He's an asshole, sure, but all this time he's probably truly wanted to help.

I smile. Really and truly smile. Which seems to startle the daylights out of the man before me. For a moment his impassive mask splits and I see the man within. It's a glorious thing.

He scratches the back of his head awkwardly. "Besides, you and Tae seem to be hitting it off."

For a moment only silence remains between us, neither of us sure of tongue. But Yoongi is the first to break the silence.

"Speaking of Tae, there's something you should really know." He begins warily.

I can tell by the look on his face that his next statement is going to be a stressful one.

So I brace myself, anxiety levels rising at the way he grimaces. "Tae's actually been-"

"Waiting for hours, when will you be done interrogating my girlfriend?" Tae interrupts.

He strides into the room, travelling quickly to the best beside mine and glaring at his brother the entire way. Wait. Girlfriend?

"Why is this news to me?" I question, eying Tae dangerously. "This was not anything you ever discussed with me."

"What," Tae asks innocently, "the interrogation?"

Now it's my turn to glare. I know that he's aware of exactly what I meant.  Of course, he continues to gaze at me innocently, eyes wide and shiny.  But then, out of nowhere, his expression flips. Before my eyes he shifts into an expression so sultry, that all logic ceases to function

"I told you Chloe. I want you."