~ Noona's POV ~

Being pulled from the house happened in a blur. I could barely breathe and was so grateful for the tight grip Yoongi had on my hand. It felt like it was the only thing keeping my legs from giving out on me.

By the time we made it to his car, he went to open the door but stopped.

"Shit." He mumbled.

I lifted my eyes to look at him. "What?" I asked, my voice way softer than I expected.

"Jimin and Taehyung." He breathed running his hands thought his hair, taking grip.

"Taehyung drove us here." I replied.

He looked at me for a hard minute, both of us just standing there in a stunned silence. "Give me your phone." He said holding his hand out.

I pulled it from its tucked place in my bra and handed it to him. I noticed that there were several texts on my home screen, but I didn't see who they were from. I could only guess by the piercing anger that flashed across Yoongi's face.

He unlocked the phone and searched thought my messages before finding what he was looking for. "Tae would not leave Jimin here would he?" He asked, looking at me. I shook my head. Taehyung was not that kind of person, and I trusted him to not leave Jimin alone, especially after being intimate with him. After Yoongi sent a text, he handed me my phone back, but I didn't have the heart to open it up.

He pulled his own phone out, and his expression saddened instantly before he swallowed thickly. He sent his own text before turning back to me. "I just told them that they were on their own for the night, to have fun and to take care of each other. Let's get the fuck out of here."

He opened the door and guided me into the seat. When he shut my door, the reality of what we just walked in on hit me hard.

How did I not see this?

I could feel more tears run down my face, and when Yoongi got in the car he didn't start it right away. I turned to him, finding him staring at me, the look of heartbreak on his face mimicking the feeling I had in my chest. He didn't say anything, only took my left hand with his right, and held on tightly.

He started the car, driving off leaving all the cars behind us. I wasn't too focused on where we were going. Honestly, I was trying not to think at all.

But the scene of Minho thrusting into a moaning Jisoo, and their shocked expressions when we walked in replayed through my head over and over and over. I took in several deep breaths trying to calm myself. I happened to glance down at my lap, seeing our hands clasped together.

His fingers were curled around my hand just as tightly as mine were around his, and that made me feel sick.

Minho never held my hand that tightly.

I could feel my insides stirring and a waive of nausea overwhelmed me and I knew I was going to be sick.

"Yoongi..." I managed to get out. "Stop the car."

"Are you okay?"

"Please stop the car." I begged, squeezing his hand tighter.

He pulled over on the deserted road, and as soon as the car was in park I let go of his hand and bolted from the car.

"Noona!"

I took two steps before dropping to the ground heaving over. Emptying my stomach, I felt a gentle touch on my back and fingers pulling my hair from my face. Crying, vomiting, and my entire body shaking I felt angry at myself. I could only think of two things, as my body betrayed me.

One; I should have listed to Yoongi and Taehyung. They had both been subtle with their opinions, but it was clear they didn't think very highly of my boyfriend, and now I know they were right.

Two; Jisoo was a manipulative cunt, and I can't believe she did something like that to Yoongi. My best friend. He didn't deserve this. He was loyal and doted on her. He treated her as if she was a princess, being the most amazing man, anyone could ask for. How could she do this to him? I hated her. I hated her for this. I hated her for her betrayal.

After a few minutes, I could breath a little more regularly, though still heavy and I felt Yoongi run his fingers softly through my hair.

"Noona, rinse your mouth out." He said, lifting a water bottle to my lips.

I nodded and took it from him letting the water help clean my mouth. I did it twice before setting it on the ground staring at it.

"Can you stand?"

I nodded and with a little help from my best friend, I got to my feet. When I did, I looked into his worried eyes and I felt all the sadness and anger build up in me again. I broke down into sobs again, lunging forward and wrapping my arms around his neck. I was carful to keep my head down, so he didn't have to endure my breath, but I needed to get this off my chest.

"I'm so sorry, Yoongi." I said through the tears, sniffling. "I'm so sorry she did this to you. You deserve so much better than for someone to throw you away like that."

His arms that had wrapped around me, only tightened in hold and I could feel his heart beat rapidly. We stayed there in each other's arms on the side of a deserted road embracing. Holding each other together.

I always felt safe this way. I had known Yoongi for a long time and being in his arms was always my favorite place to be. He had a warmth about him, and he was very protective of me. Something I never had in my life before him. He made me feel as if even though the world was falling around me, that I was strong enough to stand tall as long a I had him with me.

Just like now.

"Come on Noona." He said not loosening his grip. "Let's get you home."

That's when another realization hit me.

Fuck.

"No." I said pulling away from him. He looked at me with a confused look, and it made my heart feel even heavier that it seemed as if he hadn't realized yet. "Let's go get your stuff, and then go to my house." I said slowly and carefully.

His confused look turned into a knowing expression, and then he looked out to the distance as if he was processing what I had just said.

Yoongi moved into Jisoo's one-bedroom apartment about a year ago. Most of his personal things were in his office at work but I know he kept all of his clothes there with a few other things. I watched as his eyebrows came together, and his eyes flickered over to mine.

I put my hands on his face making him look at me, so he heard every word.

"Let's go now. You are going to stay with me, and you are going to stay with me for as long as you need to. But we have to go get your stuff. All of it."

He swallowed hard again, nodding. I leaned up just a bit, as he was only an inch taller than me kissing him on the cheek.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked me before we moved.

"No." I said my voice cracking a little. "But we can't stand out here forever." I took in a shaky breath, holding onto his hand tightly.

He nodded and we slowly walked back to the car, and like a gentleman he opened the door for me and helped me in since we were a bit of an angle. Once he was also in the car, and the car was started, he reached over and held my hand again.

It wasn't nearly as tight, but when I looked down, his fingers were curled over my hand still, just as mine were. Despite all the explosive emotion we were both feeling, I felt a little bit of light knowing that he was with me on this.

When we got to the apartment, Jisoo was still not there. Lucky her because thought I'm not a violent person, but I would have yanked her fake blonde hair right out of her fucking head.

Yoongi b-lined for the bedroom and pulled out two large luggage bags from the closet. Placing them on the bed, he started pulling clothes off the hangers and shoving them in. I went through the dresser and passed over anything that wasn't his filling the second bag as quickly as I could. Grabbing all the personal items in the room, living room, and bathroom, the apartment was left with no shadow of him ever being there.

We were about to leave when he stopped at the door. "Wait." He said turning and moving towards the kitchen. He came back around the corner with a coffee mug in his hand. "This is my favorite coffee mug." He said, a slight smile on his lips.

"I got you that." I said, recognizing the round cup with the piano keys painted around it.

"Exactly." He replied, before guiding me out the front door. He pulled the door closed, locking it, before taking the key off of his key ring. He placed on the center of the welcome mat.

I was proud of him.

It takes a lot of will power and inner strength to completely walk away from something and someone who has been in your life for as long as they have been together.

But Yoongi was no nonsense. He didn't let anyone jerk him around or treat him as if he wasn't valuable. It was one of the many things that I adored about him. Once he was done with you, he was done with you.

It stung a little though. I know how happy Jisoo made him, and I also know how great their relationship was.

Or how great we thought their relationship was.

Making it back to my house in record time, I helped Yoongi set up all of his stuff in the spare bedroom across the hall from my own room. We didn't talk much at all as we hung up his clothes, folded them in the dresser, and set up all his bathroom stuff in the spare bathroom down the hall.

Once everything was settled, it was nearly 3 am and I felt suddenly exhausted. I was sitting on the couch, staring at the floor when Yoongi came into the room as well.

"Do we need to do some purging for you? Burn a few things?"

I laughed ironically at his statement. Leaning back into the couch as he sat next to me. "No." I replied, still staring at the ground. I started laughing because this was just so fucking ridiculous. I always laughed when I was in a state of shock, and Yoongi knew that so didn't feel obligated to explain myself. "Oh my god." I let out still laughing. "He never thought he ever needed to leave anything here." Though I was laughing, I could feel tears running down my face. "He always brought an over night bag. He never even left a toothbrush here."

I let out a deep breath, the sadness of what I just said settling in. "I'm sorry." I heard him say making me look at him. "I'm sorry he made you feel unworthy."

I nodded and fought back more tears looking back at the black TV screen in front of me. "You are welcome to stay here for however long you want." I said, unable to look at him. "Jimin is also welcome here any time, and you can help yourself to anything here. Like always. But I'm going to go to bed, I feel drained and I just need to go to sleep."

I stood and he stood with me, pulling me into a strong and warm hug. "I'm going to sleep too. Thank you."

I nodded and hugged him back.

Though I wasn't uncomfortable, the atmosphere suddenly felt tense. Yoongi and I had an amazing relationship, 90% of the time always smiling, laughing, or joking around. Being sad, sullen, and surrounded by heartbreak was an uncomfortable feeling. I hated it.

"Goodnight Yoongi." I said breaking the hug.

He bid me goodnight as we walked down the hallway together, each going into our bedrooms. I didn't shut my door all the way, and neither did he.

After brushing my teeth thoroughly, I stripped myself from my favorite purple dress, pulled on a clean pair of panties, and a long shirt before crawling into bed. I thought the weight of the night would have pulled me into a deep sleep, but I was very wrong.

I laid there, wide eyed looking at my ceiling, now able to think about all the things that should have been red flags.

The morning work outs when he never told me what 'military gym' he belonged to.

The 'guys weekends', never knowing where they were going to go or who was going to be there.

The several days at a time he wouldn't reach out to me.

The constant compliments he would give Jisoo anytime we were around her.

Being insistent that we do weekly double dates with them.

The lack of intimacy.

The fact that when we would have sex, it was usually quick and extremely impersonal.

This had been going on for months.

How long have they been going behind our backs?

How long have they been lying to us?

What was wrong with me?

What did she have that I didn't?

Why wasn't I good enough?

Each thought pulled me deeper, and deeper into a dark shroud that felt like I would never come out of. Finally, the darkness over took me, and I curled onto my side toward the blank wall and let my sadness surface.

I cried.

I cried hard.

The worst of it knowing that if he really loved me, then he would have never touched Jisoo. He would have never thought to look at her in any way other than a friend.

He never loved me.

I let my tears go, no longer able to hold them back. But it was when I felt a warm body crawl into bed with me, and a strong arm wrap around me holding me against a firm chest that I really let go.

I felt safe letting go because I had Yoongi.

I always had Yoongi.