The two most important people in my life have betrayed me. The world has no meaning, the sanity is gone. I am alone, empty. My mind is naked, violently stripped from every thought I had just mere minutes ago. Whatever I knew, or thought I knew, is no more and there is nothing that can explain to me what I am supposed to do.

The apartment door is the start of my downfall, as I'm struggling to put the key into the lock. I don't know if I'm ready for this; ready for what will happen. I probably never will be. I'm scared to hear the truth, as I am fully aware it will shatter me into pieces, and I honestly don't know if I'll even survive this battle.

I won't.

I enter our home, which was once my safe haven, and notice the light in our bedroom. The door is still open, just the way I left it. For what I know, Yoongi might still be there as well.

And indeed, the man my love belongs to still sits on the edge of our bed. I can't believe how fast my heart is pounding. I'm just not sure if it's because of the love I still have, or of the trust, I lost forever.

What should I say? The truth is, I don't want to say anything; I simply enter the room and let things be.

Yoongi's hollow gaze falls on me as I enter the room, "Babe, you're back?" The man says with a quiet voice.

I mind him no words; I don't even want to look at him. Walking right past the man I love, I open the wardrobe. Determined, I search for the only thing that will start my journey. I almost let out a short breath when my fingers grab the familiar fabric of my suitcase.

"Crys, what are you doing?" Yoongi asks as I start cramming all my stuff into it.

I don't have the strength to deal with this. I've come to a point where I had enough. Honestly, I don't even care about the truth anymore... maybe I'm just too frightened to hear it. Knowing the man I love betrayed me with the woman I trusted the most has left a gash so deep I don't think my soul will ever recover from it.

"Hey, will you please talk to me? What the hell are you doing?" He raises his voice, standing up from the bed, "Stop packing!"

The silent treatment is the only thing he gets from me. It's also what Yoongi hates the most. In the past two years I never had the heart to do this to him, and even those few times I did, I could never pull through completely. I couldn't find it in me to see the man I love struggling in any type of way.

Now, it's different. I want to see him hurt, let him feel even a little of the pain he caused me, although he will never truly know just how broken my soul actually is.

"Crys!" He finally screams, the anger visible in every fiber of his being. Although I asked for it, my blood boils because he has no right to be angry. I should be the one screaming, not him.

He stomps towards me and grabs me by the shoulder, forcing me to look at him. Our eyes immediately meet, and that's when I realize this could be the last time I'll ever see them this close; those dark hues I once loved to drown in and let myself get lost as they promised me an eternity of love and affection.

Now, those once-loving eyes are full of anger as he grabs my suitcase and starts tossing the insides across the floor.

"Yoongi stop!" I try to grab his hands, trying to stop him, but he simply pulls away and continues the chaos. The male is simply stronger than I'll ever be.

"What do you think you're doing?!" He rages on, his teeth gritted together as air flares out of his nose. "First, you leave saying you're not coming back tonight. Then suddenly you're back, and you're packing your stuff for whatever reason. To top it off, you're giving me the silent treatment which you know I hate, and I have zero idea why! So please, please tell me why you're packing your stuff as though you're about to leave! What the flying fuck is going on?! Tell me!"

Blood-red eyes pierce through my soul as Yoongi's stare pleads for answers. Funny how the tables have turned. There was a time when those blood-red color belonged to me, and I was the one pleading.

To think that I was so stupid all this time enrages me. It should be me; I should be the one asking questions, causing chaos, and throwing stuff. Me. So, he wants answers? Fine, I'll give him answers.

It's time to end this.

I stay quiet for a moment before I look into his eyes once again, and I finally let go, "Tell me, Yoongi, how did it feel fucking my best friend?" The outrage in my voice is audible, "Did you like it? Was she good? Was it worth it?!" I push him off me, disgusted by his touch, "Did it feel good when you shoved your dick into her while I was at home alone waiting for you to come back?!" The severeness of my actions are so heavy I stumble back until my back hits the wall, "Tell me!"

But, he doesn't. Yoongi stands there, shocked to the point where words are not an option. The guilt in his stare is visible even to a blind person. This is what I was scared of, why I didn't want to talk.

Knowing that my actions hurt him, hurt me in more ways than he could ever imagine. Nevertheless, it's a pain I need to go through in order to heal. If not for him, I have to do this for myself.

"Two years. Two fucking years I gave you everything I could; love, affection, sex, a fucking home you could return to, and you repay me by fucking around behind my back, you piece of shit liar!"

It pains me to see the once strong and confident young man fall on his knees. He doesn't say anything, nor does he defend himself, he stays there knowing that there is not much he can do.

"Crys, I-...," he stutters with a shaky voice, the color completely drained. It's a sight I never thought I would see, and it's a pitiful one to watch.

"Don't," I point a threatening finger, "I don't want to hear an apology from you! I don't want excuses, I need answers!" Adrenaline is rushing through my veins as I fight against him and myself.

Even after the shit he did, I love him, and I always will... but I can't give in; not now. Forgiving him now will mean I learned nothing, and it would change nothing.

"Just tell me why, Yoongi? Was I not good enough towards you? Was I not pretty enough, or sexy enough for your taste? Was my cleaning not good enough, or my cooking not good enough?"

I rake my hands through my hair, attempting to keep myself from falling apart because at this moment I become fully aware that whatever I do I never was, and never will be enough for Min Yoongi, "Why am I not enough for you?!"

He finally pulls the strength and raises his gaze, "Babe, I'm sorry. Words can't express how truly sorry I am, but I can't explain myself because everything I'd say, you won't understand. You don't deserve this."

"What I deserve is the truth!" His words enrage me, but my love for him gives him the benefit of the doubt, "Explain it to me then. Explain why you did what you did."

"I love you, Crystal, I really do. You're the first woman to ever make me feel anything as remotely as this... but I can't hide my true self," the broken man explains. "To me, love and sex are two entirely separate things, where one can easily go without the other. I like having sex with different people because it's exciting, fun and different: Love has nothing to do with it, and I don't care about the people I sleep with. Who I do care about is the one person I come home to every time, who my heart truly belongs to; the one I truly love. You, Crys."

He stops, anxiously waiting for my response. For a moment, I say nothing as his words wreak havoc and my mind tries to make sense of them. But no matter how I look at it, it doesn't make sense, "Are you kidding me?" Confusion is obvious in my voice. "So, you love me, but still want to have sex with other people?"

"Yes," Yoongi brushes through his silky dark hair. "It's hard to understand because you're different. To you, sex is important; it's how you show love, value, and affection towards your partner. You show your love by making love."

"Does that mean our sex didn't mean anything to you?"

"No! No no, it did. Of course, it did, and still does," Yoongi stands up as though he's afraid I might run away again. Carefully, he holds my elbows and gently caresses me with his thumb, "Sex with you is different because I love you. When I'm with you, I'm not having sex; I'm making love."

This man... I... At this point, I'm not able to say anything rational as this man that confuses the hell out of me, "This makes no sense, Yoongi." I free myself from his grip again, the anger boiling once more. "If you knew what it meant to me, why did you cheat?"

"Crys, I swear, I want this relationship. You're the one I want, and I tried to resist, but I couldn't," Tears stream down his cheeks as I listen to his pitiful explanation, "I love you, and I'm sorry for hurting you, but just couldn't... I can't change who I am."

That... is bullshit. I watch him in disbelief as my eyes take in every inch of his face. Every wrinkle and little thing on his perfect face, I loved it all and would've given everything for him.

Now, the only things I feel when I look at him are disgust and heartbreak. Although he is right here in front of me, I don't recognize him anymore.

I don't know what I ever saw in him, and to think I almost gave my everything... Looking at him and knowing who he truly is tears me apart, and with every beat, I feel my heart falling apart piece by piece.

"So, was Samantha telling the truth?"

"Yes," a quiet mumble is what I hear. "She never approved of what I was doing, even gave me an ultimatum to break up with you or to never cheat on you again. " He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment before looking at me. "It worked at first. I was scared shitless that she would tell you and that I'd lose you. I tried my best to be faithful, I really did, but I failed. I begged Sammy not to say anything, and she didn't. At least, until today."

"Did you two ever-"

"No, oh God no." He interrupts, "You'd be surprised, but Sammy is a lot like you. She values love and takes relationships very seriously. So, even if we did, we just wouldn't fit."

My heart drops again because this whole time I did her wrong. All this time she was trying to help me and finally open my eyes to what Yoongi was doing. Instead, I hated the wrong person for the wrong reasons.

I can't believe how blinded I was by my own love and jealousy, and I'll probably never forgive myself for treating her the way I did. I'm sorry, Samantha.

We stay silent for a while, both questioning our next moves. The truth is finally out and although this is what I needed, it is also something I never wished for.

I never wished to be madly in love, only to be destroyed by it. I never wished to be taken apart by the one man that promised to make me whole again. I never wished to drown in an abyss so deep, the light is nothing more than a memory.

"What now, Crys?" Yoongi finally asks, taking my hand into his, "I don't want to let you go," although hesitant, I don't pull away, "My feelings for you are true. I love you, and although I hate myself for being who I am, I still wish to be the man in your future."

The warmth of him is still overwhelming. I want to hug him, feel his body close as he embraces me once again. But that's not an option anymore. I'm in pain and the closer he gets, the deeper the sting is.

"I love you, too, Yoongi," I slowly whisper and take his eyes hostage, "But even if I gave us another chance, I will always know that I will never be enough for you."

"I'm sorry," his voice breaks, falling apart like my own.

"Me too." That's when the last piece of my heart finally breaks, and I finally give in.

My arms embrace him one last time. My tears fall on his black shirt, leaving even darker spots as we hold each other as tight as possible. It may be strange, but I need this. Our last moment.

I will miss him. I will miss this man who made me smile when I was at my darkest; who showed me, love, when all I knew was pain; who gave me a family when I had none.

His heart beats with my own, weeping for the story that has met its end. Although he caused me pain like no one else in my life, I will never regret meeting him.

We lock our eyes, tears streaming down our faces. Defeated, I rest my forehead on his and surrender to his lips. The kiss is not one of passion or lust, but one of two lovers going their separate ways, each in search of their own happy ending.

The warmth, his taste, his smell; I take everything in as my lips say their final goodbye. Lovely whimpers escape Yoongi's lips, words I don't want to hear, words that weaken my knees knowing what will happen once we are apart.

I love him. My body is screaming for him, it wants for Yoongi to take me and make love to me like we once did.... but I can't give in because I'm worthy of much more. I deserve so much more.

The man I love kisses me a few more times, small pecks prolonging our agony until we finally part. Our eyes are still connected, the sadness in them saying everything words couldn't.

We both know the message behind it, and that is what hurts the most. Our fingers are still softly entwined, scared to let go; scared to make the final step. But I eventually let him go, leaving behind Yoongi's pleading stare as it follows me into an unknown future.

A future I go into alone, for this is the end of Yoongi and Crystal.

an: don't forget to vote, please⭐
Sharing and comments are welcome♥️

Love you🐼🌸
I'll take a short break before uploading the last 5 chapters💋
Take care of yourselves❤