"It's not what you think!" Jimin whisper shouted to the boy.

Taehyung just stared at him with a blank stare not saying a single word to him. He didn't even bother to look at him. "Taehyung, you can't tell him." He got no response.

"Please, I'm begging you," he was ready to drop down on his knees in front of him but it was to no avail. The blow haired teen just opened the bathroom door stepping inside. Jimin was fucked. One hundred percent fucked.

By the time Yoongi got home that afternoon, Jimin was practically shaking with anxiety.

"Babe!" He squeaked when the blonde walked into the room with their daughter.

Yoongi simply stared at him blankly setting the car seat on the coffee table in front of the brunette before turning around and making his way upstairs without a word. Jimin swallowed the lump in his throat before his eyes moved over to Naomi who had a pout on her lips.

"Hi gorgeous," he whispered picking her up rocking her. He wanted her to nap so he could go talk to Yoongi. "How was your day?" He mumbled. His baby grunts seeming unpleased. She was grumping from god knows what. "Well that's not good," he mumbled.

He spent the next hour swaying, feeding, and changing her until she went down for a nap allowing him to finally go upstairs to talk to her daddy.

His hands were sweaty as he knocked on the wooden door. He could hear the loud music from the other side making him wonder if he was being ignored or he just wasn't heard due to the high volume. He knocked again after a few seconds only to once not get an answer. He groans trying to open the door but it was locked. He knocked again this time way louder. "Yoongi, we need to talk," he yells.

He was ignored so he pounded on the door again. "Open the door! I'm not going away until you do." He continues to knock but it seemed to no avail. He didn't care and continued just as he said he would until an annoyed-looking blonde opened the door. The music was shut off and Yoongi stood before him with a scowl. His eyes rimmed with a bright red color. His noses a similar shade. It was clear as day that he had shed more than a few tears. Jimin knows it was his fault.

"Tae told me what he heard," Yoongi couldn't talk louder than a whisper leaning his head against the doorframe. If he did he was sure he would burst into tears. "You cheated on me?" He wanted to be this bad and tough guy. He wanted to stand in front of him and just curse Jimin out. But when Taehyung told him the conversation he overheard he couldn't help but feel more heartbroken than anger.

Jimin swallowed. "I-I," he sighed looking down at his fingers. "It's a misunderstanding."

"So you didn't cheat on me?" He raised a brow.

Jimin pursed his lips staying silent for a long stretch of silence "I didn't sleep with her."

"Then what happens?" He asked. Jimin avoided eye contact instead of staring into the room behind Yoongi. When he didn't say anything the blonde shoved at his shoulder gently. "What did you do?" His voice held hints of sadness and desperation.

Jimin closed his eyes. "Yoongi, you know I love you. It was a one-time thing. I was drunk and I don't know-"

"What did you do?!" He shouted getting annoyed by the lack of an answer.

Flinching Jimin's eyes watered. "We made out. Dry hummed but it didn't go any further. I made sure it didn't."

"Don't act like that's nothing. What if I did that with someone?" Jimin snapped his head up an unpleased look on his face.

Yoongi shook his head. "You begged me to give you a chance. You promised this wouldn't happen and for what? To break my heart? Was this a game to you?"

"No of course not. It was a mistake. A stupid drunken mistake. It won't ever happen again," he reassured.

"I don't care whether or not it happens again. You want to know why?" Yoongi stepped back grabbing his door handle getting ready to shut it after his next words. "Because we're over."

Jimin pulled his leg out to stop the door from closing. "No, please don't do this!"

"I didn't do anything. You did. You were all talk. You made it seem like I was dramatic for even hesitating to date you. It took you two weeks of being in school to cheat on me. Two weeks!" Yoongi backed away until he was seated on the edge of his bed. He covered his face with his hands rubbing it aggressively. "It's my fault. I was the one that encouraged you to go. I knew you lied about it being Johnny's party. I knew Wheein was the one who texted you but I decided to trust you. You begged me to give you a chance and for some stupid reason, I thought that meant you would be loyal now that I gave you that chance. God, I'm so stupid," his voice shook.

Jimin was crying. "I'm sorry. It was a mistake. Please, this won't happen again."

Yoongi closed his eyes. "We're done. This was bound to happen. We're in high school, Jimin. These types of relationships rarely last."

"I was drunk! I would have never done it sober! Don't-"

"So what will happen is I'll be sleeping in my room from now on. Once we graduate we'll move. I don't know if your financial aid will cover a dorm or whatever but if not we'll share an apartment but that's it. From now on we're just co-parents," he spoke over the pleads. His heart felt like it was shattered into millions of tiny pieces. The relationship was very short-lived. But the issue isn't about how long they were officially together. That aside they've spent the last year together. Sure they had issues but fuck did Yoongi fall for him.

"Yoongi, give me one more chance. I'm begging. I fucked up I know I did but I was drunk-" Jimin particulate threw himself on his knees.

"No," Yoongi whispered. "I can't be with you right now. Just- please get out."