Jin ran after Yoongi as fast as he could, but the man was walking furiously down the hall.

Desung had let the man go, smirking victoriously at the situation Jin had found himself in.

There was nothing but dread coursing through his veins and he knew that he had messed up big time. There would be no going back from this, and Jin didn't know if he had the strength to tell Yoongi what was really going on.

He was weak.

He was weak and even now, even when he was risking losing everything he wanted, happiness, love, someone who cared for him...he was weak, and he couldn't say the words that would put everything to an end, end all of his suffering, all of his pain.

"H-hyung..." Jin pleaded, moving for him. He reached out for his shoulder, but it was roughly shoved off, Yoongi turning around slowly.

Jin stopped at the cold look washing over Yoongi's face. "What? Don't you have something to go and finish?" He asked. His voice was so utterly calm, and his eyes were distant and cold. Jin hated it, hated that look, because he knew that look, knew that tone of voice.

It was what he used when he talked about past Nanny's. How he talked to past Nanny's. Jin had never been victim to such a cold exterior, and he never thought he would...

But it was just another thing he deserved.

He did this to himself, and there was no going back. "Why did you follow me?" Yoongi demanded. "Have you come to rub it in my face?" And suddenly the cold look was gone. Replaced with nothing but pain. And Jin hated that look on the man's face.

Hated that he had been the one to cause it.

"I want you gone." Yoongi finally said. "I don't want you here anymore. I don't think I can look at you in the face."

"H-hyung--"

"No." Yoongi grit his teeth, staring at the younger. "Kim Seokjin, you are dead to me. I've put up with random whores who only want my money, I've put up with abusive assholes who hurt my son, I put up with men who deserve to be killed for the things they've done...but this? I can't do this. You hurt me, Seokjin. Was that your goal? Because congratulations, you succeeded."

Jin watched as Yoongi turned, about to walk away. But the man stopped, turning once more. "I don't know what your goal was. Money, power, a good fuck. I don't know, and I probably never will. But you want to know what? I was ready to give you everything I had. I loved you, Kim Seokjin, and I hope you regret it. I hope you regret everything you've ever done to trick me, to play me. Every sob story, every dinner, every single fucking thing we've done together. But you know what hurts me the most? Is that I...despite what I just saw, and despite the fact that you've been playing me this whole time, messing with my feelings, making me think that I could actually have found another chance at love...despite that, I still want you to be happy. I want you to be happy and have everything you want in this world."

Yoongi shook his head, sighing. "But I guess it won't be from me. Even if I wanted it to be." And then the pained man was gone, replaced by the stoic boss, the aloof man who trusted no one, who let no one in. "I expect you to have your things packed and out of my house within the next hour."

"B-but Y-Yejun..." Jin finally whispered. "My contract. I-I--" Yoongi growled, and Jin shut his mouth, looking down in fear and shame.

"My son? After everything you've done, everything you've shown me, you dare to still act like you care for my son?" Yoongi shook his head, chuckling darkly under his breath, sounding exasperated. "Fine. Fine, you can stay, work out your contract if it means so fucking much for you. I'm just a paycheck for you after all, aren't I? MIght as well give you what you want. Because it seems like even now I can't say no to you. What a weak man you've made me, Kim Seokjin."

Everything was slipping from his hands and he didn't know what to do.

But the only thing he could do now was protect Yejun. Protect him and stay, even if he was only caused more pain because of it. But he didn't care. Because Yejun was more important than him. More important than Yoongi. More important than his happiness.

"You can stay." Yoongi finally whispered. "But don't come near me. Do not speak to me, and don't look at me. I don't want to see your face, and I don't want to hear your voice. You live your life Seokjin. But you live it without me."

And with that the man walked away.

Jin was weak.

He was weak.

Weak.

Because even when he had lost everything...

He was silent.