"I'm so sorry, Jimin."

That wasn't at all what Jimin expected to hear from Yoongi just then. It wasn't at all what he wanted to hear from him just then, either.

Yoongi took a step towards Jimin and reached out to take his wrist, but Jimin flinched, jerking his hand away so that Yoongi couldn't grab it.

And Jimin's expression tore at a piece of Yoongi's heart.

"Jimin..."

He allowed the name to slip softly from his lips. The man in front of him was visibly shivering, eyes trembling, tears welling.

"Jimin, let's go."

"No," Jimin protested. Even his voice seemed to shiver. "Not until you tell me what you should be telling me."

"Did you want to break up with me, Jimin?"

The tears so nearly spilled over his eyes. "T-that's...-"

"-wrong again, huh? Oh, well. Let's go back to my dorm, okay?"

"B-"

"Jimin."

If Jimin tried to argue any more, Yoongi would surely raise his voice, and he honestly didn't believe he could handle Yoongi yelling at him. So this time, he allowed his hand to be taken, then pulled along gently all the way to the dormitories, then to the specific dorm room with the number 314 imprinted on the outside.

Following their entrance to the room, Yoongi shut the door behind them, then continued to lead Jimin, now over to his bed, where the two sat down.

Silence filled the room until about two minutes later, when the first of Jimin's tears slid down his cheek. It was soon followed by about five more, all of which Yoongi wiped away with the thumb of his right hand.

"I don't like seeing you cry."

"Well, I deserve to now," Jimin muttered bitterly, sniffling.

"Why's that?"

"What do you mean 'why's that'??"

His words came off as more aggressive than he intended. But he couldn't help it. He felt absolutely terrible right now, and it certainly didn't help that Yoongi was speaking to him so tenderly, instead of reprimanding him, or giving even the slightest hint that he was upset with Jimin. He didn't want to be comforted. He wanted Yoongi to make him feel worse, to make him regret lying to him, even more than he already did.

But Yoongi just gazed at him with sad eyes.

"If that's what you want," he began, "then fine. I'll walk out the door right now, block your number, and go cry to Joon - well after I slap him for not straight-up telling me Jaeseong was with you - about how I trusted you never to cheat on me but then you went ahead and kissed the man who hates me more than I hate being awake before 8 AM."

Jimin's heart stopped, eyes shooting open. "I-I didn't cheat on you, Yoongi-!!" He exclaimed in a panic. "And-and I swear, I didn't kiss him, he forced himself on me, I-!"

"I know."

Jimin stopped. He held his tongue between his teeth, watching anxiously as Yoongi drew in a deep breath, then slowly let it go.

"I know...that what I saw wasn't you cheating on me, Jimin. I know...you would never kiss anyone besides me, and besides it was easy to tell by the way he was gripping your wrist and pushing his hand against your shoulder that you didn't ask for it. And Jimin, I-..."

Yoongi didn't finish his sentence, but emotion seemed to strike Jimin regardless, an additional wave of tears falling as Yoongi pulled him in for a hug. Immediately his ears were greeted by the sound of his boyfriend's soft whimpering, a sound that could shatter his heart in a second.

"Oh, Jimin, I'm so sorry, Jimin-"

"No, stop," he sobbed, gripping the shirt on Yoongi's back. "Stop apologizing. Tell me you're mad at me. Tell me you feel betrayed because I lied to you."

It hurt. Hearing these things from Jimin hurt Yoongi in a way he couldn't describe. All he knew was that it was a pain deep in his stomach, and that the only way to get rid of it was to get Jimin to smile.

And the only way to do that was to clear up any misunderstandings before things got worse.

"Jimin..."

Yoongi moved his hand up to press against the back of Jimin's head.

"I am mad at you," he said, "but not for the way you think. I'm only mad because if you had told me, then this could have been avoided, and you could have avoided that...unpleasant encounter. Why were you with him in the first place?"

"He said he wanted to surprise you while he was in the area, and he wanted to talk to me about making plans," Jimin whispered in a shameful tone. "I'm sorry, Yoongi, he made a fool of me, I believed he had good intentions-"

"And he didn't," Yoongi interrupted. "But you did."

"That's no excuse for me to lie to you."

"Maybe not. Especially considering this was the same man who insulted me so openly at my aunt's New Year's party."

Jimin shrunk into himself. Yoongi hugged him tighter.

"But I know, Jimin, that you always have my best interest at heart. And that's why it's so hard for me to think anything but pleasant thoughts of you."

Those words. They slipped subtly through Jimin's ears and warmly made their way to his chest, and although they succeeded in subduing the sickening feeling there, they triggered the rest of his tears to escape the dam. He squeezed Yoongi and buried his face into the crook of his boyfriend's neck, sobbing.

"I hate that anyone would hate you. And I wish I could've said more to Jaeseong, I wish I could have changed his mind about you, I wanted him to see that I wasn't lying, that you really are a good guy, Yoongi, that you're not manipulating me, that you...that you are capable of loving someone..."

Yoongi could feel Jimin's tears on his neck, soaking the collar of his shirt. They felt heavy, but Yoongi was strong enough to hold them. To hold Jimin.

"What difference would that make?"

His ran his fingers through Jimin's hair.

"Jimin, I know it might not be what you want to hear, but there are people out there who could never, and will never be able to see me through your eyes. But in case I haven't said it before, that doesn't matter to me. So let me hear it."

Puzzled by that last sentence, Jimin tentatively pulled away from the embrace, but with his hands immediately dropping down to be held by Yoongi's. He tilted his head in question.

Yoongi smiled. He doesn't know how adorable he is. "Let me hear exactly what you see through your eyes."

A blush surfaced on Jimin's cheeks as he stared deeply at Yoongi, sniffling once more but not bothering to erase the wet stains still on his face. And though, again, Yoongi hated seeing him cry, he couldn't deny that Jimin looked a special type of beautiful with glistening tear droplets on his cheeks.

"I see...a cat."

Yoongi stifled a laugh.

"A cat?"

"Yeah."

"What kind of cat?"

"A...calico."

"And what are calico cats like?"

"Well..." Jimin made a thoughtful pause, dipping his head a bit so as to look at Yoongi from a slightly different position. "It's hard to say, 'cus they're all different, but my brother's cat is a calico. And he's...a little rough around the edges, especially when you're just getting to know him, he'll turn his head from people a lot, and avoid them sometimes, but...if you're patient with him, he'll warm up to you and be the sweetest cat you've ever met. He'll look for you instead of away from you, he'll cuddle with you instead of walking over you, and he'll wait for you by the door instead of running away when the door opens. And he'll show you love instead of making you feel like you'll always be the one looking for his attention."

Amidst his little speech, a smile had slipped its way onto Jimin's face, taking the bitter misery that had been there and replacing it with a warm fondness. It was a beautiful smile. And a beautiful comparison, too, Yoongi thought. And it had been made so effortlessly, with nothing involved but the earnest feelings of Jimin's heart.

"I'm your calico cat, then?"

"Mhm."

Smiling wider, Yoongi placed a gentle hand on Jimin's cheek. Then he leaned in to kiss him, but Jimin pulled his head back.

Yoongi pouted.

"Shame on you, Jimin. You should know how cranky cats get when you take their treats away from them."

"Ah, but I-"

"No buts. Kiss, or I'll destroy every piece of furniture in this room."

"...this is your dorm, Yoongi."

"Did I stutter??"

Holding back a laugh at this point was impossible, as the expression Yoongi pulled while uttering this was just about the sassiest look Jimin had ever seen on him, and it was downright hilarious. However his failed attempt at suppressing his laugh turned out in the favor of Yoongi, who stole a kiss from Jimin's lips when he wasn't expecting it.

The victim straightaway responded by giving Yoongi a gentle slap to the arm. "Bad kitty."

"Bad kitty??"

"Yes. Bad kitty."

"Fine. This bad kitty's gonna go take a piss on the couch. Then see how you like me."

"Yoongi, oh my gosh..."