I yawn as I stretch, muscles sore and eyes filmy with sleep. I am vaguely cognizant as I roll over, and the feeling of a heated, bare chest beneath my head fills me with peace. I smile as I wrap my arms and legs around him, seeking the comfort of his warmth. I snuggle my face into his neck for good measure, and as he wraps his arm around me I am the happiest I can ever remember being in my life. I feel like I'm soaring as I think about last night.

We'd nearly fallen asleep on the beach but luckily, or unluckily depending on how you look at it, in my clumsiness I'd spilled the contents of the basket we'd previously completely ignored. That woke Yoongi with speed the likes of which I have never seen. Of course, when we got home we'd immediately needed a shower. I flush a little, just a bit, as I remember the way he'd taken me against the shower's tiled wall. The bed hadn't been spared from our activities either, in fact, I'd say that we'd christened just about every surface in his bedroom. "His bedroom!"

I groan as I think about how disrespectful last night was to his parents. I screwed their famous son (in their house) and they don't even know that I am here. I am certain that I know what his parents would think of me if they knew. And yet, I don't regret it. Last night only strengthened my resolve to allow myself to love Yoongi. And, not only that, but to allow him to love me in return. There is no turning back for me now, but there probably never was to begin with.

"Let's go back to sleep, jagi," Yoongi says with a small yawn. He pulls me in even closer, until not even an inch separates our bodies. I giggle just a little when tufts of his bangs tickle my nose as he leans down to kiss me.

"I like your hair like this," I tell him, smiling softly.

"Really? I'm sure they're gonna change it soon. I'm surprised it stayed this color for so long." He kisses the tip of my nose this time and I nearly burst with happiness. "Is there a particular color you'd like to see?" He asks me.

I bury my face into his chest, giddy and embarrassed all at the same time, but I nod my head nonetheless. "I think you look amazing no matter what you do, but I do want to see your hair grey again," I mumble into his skin.

"Consider it done," he tells me. I may not be able to see his face, but I am sure that he is smiling. "I'm sure that if I ask for a specific color they'll oblige me."

Our moment of serenity is broken by the shrill ringing of Yoongi's cellphone. With respective groans we release each other, and as Yoongi rolls over to grab his cell I get a glimpse of his bare ass. I don't even bother fighting the urge to touch it.

"Stop! Or we're never getting out of this bed," he tells me salaciously. I shiver slightly in response.

"That does sound terribly tempting," I say, my words at a near whisper. I can't seem to control the volume of my own voice. Forgetting the phone entirely, he rolls back over quickly, and now he is facing me. I wrap my arms around him, and begin to trace small patterns into the exposed skin of his back.

The phone stops ringing, and Yoongi gives up on the idea of retrieving it, distracted as he is by my now bold, wandering hands. "You didn't get enough last night?" He asks huskily.

I am lost on cloud nine as he begins kissing my neck. "You asked for it," I groan.

"Is that so?" Yoongi questions. "And just what did I do to provoke this?"

I look up, heart fluttering at the sight of his soft face split into a smirk. "You love me," I tell him softly. Such a meaningful statement. One that leaves me utterly bare and vulnerable before him.

His eyes glisten with unshed tears of joy as he closes the distance between us. Within the blink of an eye he is over me, kissing me, and embracing me so tightly that there is no room for fear or doubt in my heart.

"I love you so much," he tells me with a voice quivering in emotion.

I gasp when I feel his hardness against my thigh. I am more than eager in my reciprocation. The white-hot flames of desire lick my skin with their seductive agony and kissing is no longer enough.

So, emboldened by the strangled moans escaping from Yoongi's parted lips, I reach down and take the length of him in my hand. It's difficult enough to pump out a good rhythm with his mouth and tongue at my neck, but my ability to function ceases in its entirety when I feel two of his fingers enter my already slick cavern. I moan, startled by the sudden but pleasurable intrusion. But I am determined. Though I am not sure why it's so important I desperately want to see him fall apart at my hands once more.

Unfortunately, everything is ground to a halt when Yoongi's phone goes off once more. It would seem that he intends to fully ignore it. I, on the other hand, lose what little edge I had as my concentration is broken by the name on the caller I.D.

"Yoongi! It's Jin! You should-ungh!" I am interrupted by the feeling of him sheathing himself inside of me. I am full to the hilt.

I can't stifle the moans that begin to pour from my mouth as he begins to move, and it is such a slow pace, bruising in it's passion and intensity. All the air seems to have vanished from within my lungs. It is all I can do not to cry out already, and we've only just begun. The phone's ever present ringing becomes little more than white noise as he takes me to another planet. And by the time that I surface once more, the sun has fully risen, kissing his room with it's golden rays.

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"What did Jin have to say?" I inquire of Yoongi as he sets about making breakfast for me, once again. Yoongi seems to pale slightly, but quickly shrugs it off.

"Nothing really," he says, but his words somehow ring ever so slightly hollow. I look at him sternly, why does he need to lie? "I mean it, Emmy, there's not a thing for you to worry about," he tells me smugly as he lifts me suddenly and without warning. I squeal in joy as he lifts me up, placing me on the counter effortlessly.

I lean down for a kiss and decide that I rather like this position that I have found myself in. Suddenly, I am shivering and gasping as his lips collide with mine. His arms wrap themselves around me tightly, and when the kiss is broken he begins to pepper my collarbone with kisses that leave the both of us a smiling happy mess. "I love you so much," I tell him breathlessly.

I squeal as I am hoisted from the counter, highly impressed by his ability to carry me like this. He navigates his way through the kitchen, and I feel a moment of terror. He's taking me to the living room! Not on his parent's furniture! I've already been disrespectful enough!

"Put me down Yoongi!" I shout as I try to wriggle away from more than just his grasp. "We are not having sex on your parent's couch!" Despite my best attempts to be stern, I can't stop the giggles that suddenly take over me at the pout that Yoongi gives me.

"Why not?" He asks with a huff, still refusing to put me down. "Don't you want me anymore?" He pouts once more at me and I giggle. I can see it, behind the playful demeanor he really does want me.

"Not on your parents furniture," I tell him.

I smile as he finally releases me, even if it is somewhat grumpily.

"It isn't like this is the last chance we'll ever have to screw, Yoongi," I say with a laugh.

"Can't I just stay here, alone with you, a little longer?" He whines. I smile softly and wrap my arms around him.

"I'm afraid not, Jin might actually have a heart attack if we delay any longer," I tell him before back away. The look that he gives me is sour in nature. "Don't look at me like that! You know he just doesn't want you to get in any more trouble."

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As Yoongi finishes breakfast, I check the house for any items we might otherwise leave behind. Of course I don't find anything. Yoongi and I had both been too lazy to unpack and so most of our items had remained in our luggage.

"I think we're all set to go!" I yell from the foyer.

"No need to yell you know, I'm right here, jagi," he responds, startling me as he wraps his arms around me, seemingly appearing from thin air.

I swat at him playfully. "You didn't have to give me a heart attack you know," I tell him as he continues to hug me from behind, swaying the both of us lightly as he does so.

I give into his kiss anyway, not truly upset with him to begin with. It is a short kiss, and yet it still manages to make me giddy and breathless at the same time. "We really need to get going or we're going to miss our train," I scold Yoongi half-heartedly.

"Okay, okay, I get it..." he trails off. "Are you sure I can't convince you to join me for one more round?"

This time, when I swat at him, I mean business.

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Of course, the train ride back to Seoul seems much shorter in comparison to the ride out. Isn't that the way it always works? And yet, as we climb into the van, driven by none other than a frantic Jin, who seemed to be convinced that Yoongi was set on kidnapping his precious little sister, I feel refreshed. For the first time in so long, I feel truly happy.

"And just what the heck took you so long to answer my call that first time, huh? Do you know how ready I was to board the first train to Daegu and box your ears?" Jin scolds Yoongi. "And what's this about your parents not being home? You were alone and unchaperoned with my baby sister all week and could have been up to anything! Did you touch her? Did you touch her, Yoongi? Answer me!"

"Hyung, you really shouldn't ask for answers that you don't want to hear," Jimin snickers from the backseat.

"What was that Jiminie-pabo? You want to eat takeout tonight?" Jin screeches. Jimin wisely zips his mouth shut, to which Jin replies with a: "Yeah, that's what I thought."

As Yoongi and I drag our luggage back into the condo, we are disrupted by his phone's shrill ringtone. "I'll join you in just a minute, jagi. it's Bang PD," he tells me, encouraging me to continue inside with a smile and a wave. I blow him a kiss before grabbing his luggage while he is preoccupied and making my way inside.

Strangely enough, Tae is nowhere to be seen, though all the other boys crowd Jin in the kitchen eager for dinner. I've enjoyed my time alone with Yoongi, it's been a rejuvenating experience, but I'm so happy to be home. I watch the boys mess with each other in fondness, joy and pride swelling within my heart.

"I love you guys!" I blurt.

I smile ear from ear as the boys all halt in their activities, silence reigning over the kitchen in an instant. Like a tremendous weight dropping from my shoulder they fall, all of my insecurities, all of my doubts. "I really, really do," I repeat.

Without warning I am suddenly drawn into a large and rambunctious group hug. Hobi can't seem to sit still, but continues to latch onto my side despite the way he continues to jump up and down. Yoongi, of course, is the ring leader, nearly hogging me entirely to himself as he wraps his arms around me from behind. It's just one surprise after another lately, so when Jungkook lifts me into what is quite possibly the biggest bear hug of my entire existence, I don't even blink an eye, hugging back as easily as he hugs me as I am spun around. But then my world stops, and there's Tae. He stands in the hallway, staring at us with angry eyes. Though I am taken aback by the way that he is behaving he is still Tae, my best friend. I wriggle from within Jungkook's grasp and rush him with my arms wide open, colliding with his chest audibly.

"Tae! I missed you!" I squeal excitedly, wrapping my arms around him tightly.

But instead of hugging me in return, instead of smiling at me, or sharing in the joy of my arrival, he stiffens. I stagger back, heartbroken, but trying not to make any assumptions. I'm definitely just overthinking things, right? Right?

"Did you miss me though? Did you really?" Tae asks as I drop my arms.

I look up at him, tears shining in my eyes because I am overwhelmed by the rancor in his voice. My heart is heavy, too heavy in fact, to watch the way that he walks away. So instead I stare dumbly at the place that he just stood, shocked, numb, and hurt all at once. Almost at once the entire mood is changed, though confusion now sits predominantly at the forefront of everyone's hearts and minds. Well, most of everyone. Yoongi seems to be more than a little pissed off, though he is too busy trying to snap me out of my funk to do anything stupid.

But now, now someone's phone is ringing and I feel a special kind of unsettled. It feels like a whole chunk of my world, an entire cornerstone, is crumbling away and I don't know how to hold on. I'm worried about Tae, but I'm also scared. I barely even notice as Yoongi slips away to answer the screaming demon that is his cell phone, but I do notice the blissful lack of it's wailing as he steps into another room.

Moments ago I was the happiest I'd ever been in my life and now, as I listen to Yoongi shouting at the person on the other side of the phone, all I can think about is all the ways that it is falling apart. But I'm over-reacting, right? I have to be. There's no way. It's just not possible.

"Hey guys, jagi, I'll be back in a few. Bang PD wants to talk to me for a moment, so I'm gonna head into the studio. Don't wait for me, okay?" Yoongi says as he leans in to kiss me on the cheek. He rubs my arms gently and asks me "Will you be okay?"

"She'll be fine Yoongi, I'll take care of her," Jin says in an effort to shoo Yoongi away and towards his task. "The sooner you leave, the sooner you can return."

Jin puts his hand on my back and, after shoving Yoongi out of the door and shutting said door, proceeds to lead me to the living room where he focuses on setting up a movie night of sorts to take my mind off of things. A lost cause, I am sure, but I can't find my voice to speak up so I resolve myself to try smiling for everyone else's benefit.

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Yoongi arrives at Bang PD's office out of breath and already irritated. However, the sooner he opens this door, the sooner he can get this over with and get back to Emmy, so he steels himself and marches through the door with determination.

Bang PD is sitting at his desk waiting for Yoongi. The fact that he fails to smile as Yoongi sits does not escape the rappers notice and he fights a grimace of his own. Whatever it is that the head of BigHit wants, isn't going to be pleasant.

"Yoongi, I called you today to bring some things to your attention," Bang SiHyuk intones seriously.

He shoves a manila packet towards Yoongi. As he unwraps the string tying it together, Yoongi is filled with dread. What could be so serious that he needed to be called in at this time of night? The fumbling of his fingers displays his nervousness clearly, and when he finally manages to undo the blasted envelope a plethora of photos tumble out. The first and most visible of which is a photo of Taehyung and Emelia seated together on a Ferris wheel, Tae incriminatingly close to kissing her.

"What is this?" Yoongi asks in disbelief as he takes in the remaining photos.

There are so many photos of Tae with Emelia, most of which have Tae hanging all over Emmy in ways that are bound to create scandals of career shattering magnitude. There are some of Emmy and Yoongi together as well. One in particular makes Yoongi's blood boil and his stomach churn. It is a photo of the two of them wrapped up in a passionate embrace, lips locked together and oblivious to the world around them. That someone was watching them in this moment makes Yoongi's skin crawl and he is filled with the need to strangle something.

"Neither you, nor Tae have been as discrete as I expected you to be. I'm sure that Ms. Emelia didn't give any thought to such a thing, but I would have expected you to at least." He tells Yoongi. "The reporter who took these photos is threatening to post them online along with an article titled "The American Whore that Ruined BTS", and the results of such an action could devastate BTS's career. I'm sure that I don't need to tell you what must be done."

Yoongi begins to shake in his seat, anger and grief warring within him in equal measure. "Oh, hell no," he says in response. Lifting his hardened eyes to meet those of the man across him he continues. "You're just gonna have to kick me out of BTS then. I won't be giving Emmy up, under any circumstances."

Bang PD takes in the determined and angry set of Yoongi's jaw and sighs. "Is this really what you want to do? Do you really want to throw your career away over one woman? What about the rest of the boys? What about the ARMY? What about the effect that it will have on Emelia? Do you not realize that such actions will only affirm this reporter's claims?"

He continues to watch the rapper, looking for any signs of his determination wavering. But there is none. "I'll give you three days to determine whether or not that's your final answer, but then this must be dealt with. And no matter which decision you make Emelia is going to need to vacate the premises and cease all contact with BTS."

Yoongi stands angrily, hands slamming against the desk in defiance. "You can take your three days and shove them up your ass, with all due respect. My decision is made."

Fuming as he storms out, pictures in hand, all Yoongi can think about is just how much worse Taehyung has made the situation. He's known from the get-go that Taehyung's had feelings for Emmy, but it was Yoongi that found her. Not Taehyung. And she is in love with him, not Taehyung. A raging inferno of emotions are blossoming within Yoongi's heart, and at the center anger and hurt. Why did Taehyung have to make it this way? Especially when everyone already knew how much Yoongi cared for her before anyone else even knew who she was?

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When Yoongi busts in through the front door, he has the look of a man possessed. He approaches me angrily, and a part of me shrinks, desperate to escape whatever has enraged him so. I recoil as he yanks me to him, confusion flooding through me as he proceeds to hold me tight while screaming at Jin.

"Where is he Jin-hyung? Where is Taehyung? I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna fucking kill him!"

"Yoongi, you need to calm down. I don't know what's going on, but we can fix it..." Jin tells him cautiously, almost soothingly. It's as if he's trying to talk down a wild beast, and I am more frightened than I have ever been in my life.

"You can't fix this, hyung! Not this time!" Yoongi continues to scream.

I struggle to release myself from his grasp. He has a tight hold of me, and a part of me isn't sure whether pulling away is a good idea but I am frightened. Of course, the price of my freedom isn't something that I am thinking about. The moment I step away is the moment I wish I hadn't. Yoongi snaps, and suddenly it seems like not even Jungkook can hold him back. The boys and I watch in terror as he storms to the hallway, and before we know it he is dragging Tae out of his bedroom and throwing him before us as if he were little more than a ragdoll. Tears begin to stream down my face. I don't understand what's going on, but I don't like it. I don't like seeing Tae bullied, and raging Yoongi is the stuff of nightmares.

"Tell them what you did Taehyung! You do know, right?" Yoongi screams as he rounds upon Tae once more. "You're not gonna say it? Or are you just that ignorant?"

Tae just stands there, motionless, and my heart breaks at the lack of emotion upon his face. In Yoongi's case, it only seems to serve to make him even more angry. I scream as Yoongi's fist connects with Tae's face, blood sprouting from Tae's nose upon impact.

"Because of you, I have to leave BTS! Because of you, if I don't I'll never get to see Emmy again! None of you will!" From his back pocket Yoongi pulls out a stack of photos and throws them all over the floor.

I collapse upon the floor in a graceless heap. So that's what this is all about. The tears continue to flow freely as I view the photos. They are all photos of me and Tae, and me and Yoongi, and even I can see why they are an issue. Even Tae pales as he realizes what is happening. As Yoongi grabs Tae's neck, intent on forcing him to kneel and look at the damage that he has done, Jin snaps out of his shock and issues the command to Jungkook to separate the two. It is a difficult feat, and one that even Jungkook has difficulty with this time, so strong is Yoongi's rage.

"She finally had a family, a place to belong, but you just couldn't stand the fact that she wasn't yours could you?!" he screams at Tae. "In your selfishness, you've ruined everything!"

Tae just sits there on the floor, close enough for me to touch if I stretch, in silence. He silently takes all of Yoongi's criticism, tears flowing freely down his own face. I am still reeling from the situation, everything feels like it's falling apart, shattering before my very eyes. What do I do now?

"Yoongi, I'm sure that if we approach this problem together we can still fix it. Bang PD can't let all of us go, and none of us want to see Emmy go. Maybe if we make a united front and come up with a plan that will make things better, help these photos disappear so to speak, Bang PD will relent." Jin says.

"You don't understand hyung! There's an article too! Wanna know what it's called?" Yoongi's voice is strained and scratchy from so much screaming. "'The American Whore who Ruined BTS'! Catchy, isn't it?"

Yoongi begins to laugh, and cry at the same time, hysterical in his grief. "So either I never get to see her again, or I never get to make music again, hyung. I won't abandon her, hyung, I can't."

"Even so," Jin counters "I'm sure that we can fix this. Just give me a chance before you make any rash decisions okay? I want everyone in the car, now, we're gonna go talk to Bang PD and see what we can do."

Everyone, with the exception of Yoongi and Tae, flee to the van without a second thought. I know that they simply wish to resolve this situation, but now I am left alone with the two of them and I am becoming increasingly more unstable.

"Yoongi, you can't leave BTS," I say, nearly gasping for air through my tears.

I crawl to him at this point, wrapping my arms around him, trying to anchor him to me for what I just know will be the last time. "And please don't be so mean to Tae, I'm sure that he didn't mean for any of this to happen." I tell him, sobbing into his shirt.

"And what would you know of what I meant to happen?" Tae snaps, finally adding his voice to the air around us. "You are so cruel, Emmy. All this time I've held feelings for you, and I tried so hard to be good. To be happy for you, and for Yoongi. It hurts, Emmy, you have no idea how much it hurts. So why am I the bad guy? Why don't my feelings matter at all?"

He reaches for me, even as Yoongi finally wraps his arms around me in return. Tae's hand stops, in midair, hurt and anger clear upon his face. All is silent as he stands and retreats to his room. The tell-tale sound of the door locking tells me that we won't be seeing Tae for a while. In fact, I'll never be seeing Tae again at all. The thought of such a fate just drives me even further into despair.

"It's okay, jagi, I won't leave you. I won't abandon you like that." Yoongi murmurs brokenly into my hair. I can tell that he is trying to be comforting, but the idea of the love of my life giving up his passion, his music... Nothing could be further from comforting.

"You have to." I tell him, choking the words out through the tears and the pain and praying to all that is holy that I can be strong enough to do this for Yoongi's sake, "You can't leave BTS. I won't let you. It's over, Yoongi," I tell him as I release him and rise to my feet.

"No, jagi, please don't. Don't say such things," he begs as he too stands. The pain in his voice cuts me more deeply than any knife ever could. "We'll be fine, as long as we have each other. Please, don't do this. I love you so much, I can't lose you!"

He attempts to wrap his arms around me once more, but I evade him. "Yoongi. I can't. I can't let you give up music for me. I can't ruin your career. It's because I love you so much that I can't let you do this, knowing what BTS means to you, knowing what your music means to you. Yoongi, you'd probably be unable to see the boys again if you leave like this. I know how much that would hurt you," Though I try I can't keep the tears at bay. They continue to fall regardless of the strong façade that I wish to put on.

"Nothing could hurt more than losing you," he says, voice raw with pain and panic. "Don't turn me away, not now, Emmy. Please!"

"Goodbye, Yoongi," I say, voice full of sorrow.

The way that his face looks in this moment will haunt me forever. Tears are streaming down his face, that beautiful face that is raw and ragged with such pain that the force of it almost keeps me tethered to his side. I don't want to leave, but how can I stay? I have to do what's best for Yoongi, because I know that he won't.