[A/N - surprise, surprise, POV changes]

"I'm not ready to be just another of your mistakes. Don't wanna let the pieces fall out of place. I was only just a breath removed from going to waste, 'til I found salvation in the form of your grace."
-Lewis Capaldi, 'Grace'

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*Third Person POV*

Yoongi stepped into the storage room with Jimin, locking the door behind him. Jimin stepped back until his back hit the wall.

"W-What are you doing?" Jimin stammered.

Yoongi took a step towards the silver-haired boy. "You've been avoiding me."

"What do you mean?" Jimin played dumb, feeling nervous.

Yoongi sighed. "Jimin, you know better than to lie to me. I can read you like an open large-print book. You could've asked for my help with planning this party," he said, taking another step towards Jimin. "You always run away whenever I look at you. You don't talk to me. Tell me, Jimin... do I bother you that much?"

Jimin's eyes widened. "Yoongi..." he whispered.

Yoongi shook his head, his blonde hair brushing against his forehead. "I hate this," he admitted. "I hate that we can't even talk to each other anymore."

"What do you expect me to do?" Jimin blurted. "Watch you run around with Kyong, and then pretend I'm alright? News flash, Yoongi. I'm not alright," he snapped.

Yoongi paled at the abrupt outburst. Finally, Jimin was being honest with him about how he felt.

Jimin sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's just... too hard to be around you right now."

Yoongi stared down at their feet. His heart sunk as he felt Jimin slipping even further from him.

"Are you happy?" Jimin asked softly. "With him?"

Yoongi raised his gaze to meet Jimin's. He didn't answer, and just stared into Jimin's honey eyes. Jimin felt his face heat up as he gazed into Yoongi's dark eyes. He recalled the time when those eyes held nothing but love for him.

Jimin had a bit of alcohol in his system, and felt brave enough to continue. They don't call it 'liquid courage' for nothing.

"When you make love," Jimin slowly ran a hand up Yoongi's chest, making Yoongi inhale sharply, "do you ever think of me?"

Yoongi's face burned red. "We haven't— I mean, we're not—" he stuttered, too flustered to form a complete sentence.

Jimin's eyebrows lifted. They hadn't slept together yet.

Jimin let his hand continue on its journey, sliding up to Yoongi's face. His thumb caressed his soft cheek, and Yoongi briefly closed his eyes at the tender contact.

"Jimin," Yoongi said firmly, gripping his wrist. "Enough."

The rejection boiled inside of Jimin, and he snatched his arm away. Yoongi spun around to leave the isolated room.

"It's not fair," Jimin's voice broke as his eyes watered. "How come it was so easy for you to stop loving me?"

Yoongi froze. "What the fuck did you just say?" He slowly turned to face Jimin.

"These last seven months have been hell for me!" Jimin cried. "I was stupidly waiting for you to say you wanted me back, only to find out you replaced me with another guy! I sat around, loving you like an absolute fool, while you were out forgetting about me completely!"

Something snapped inside of Yoongi, and he stormed over to Jimin. Placing his hands on the wall on either side of Jimin, he stared the younger boy down with blazing eyes.

"You think these past months haven't been hell for me, too?" Yoongi hissed. "You don't have one fucking clue how I feel. I can't sleep, eat, breathe, without thinking about you! It's like a piece of my heart has been ripped away from me ever since we broke up, leaving me hollow."

"And who's decision was that?" Jimin spat. "Who's decision was it to break up?"

"I was hurt!" Yoongi practically roared. "You lied to me, and—"

"No!" Jimin cut him off. "I am done feeling guilty about that! I'm not going to keep carrying around the weight of being the reason we're not together! Yes, I lied. Yes, I was stupid. But I also apologized, and promised to make it up to you. Those months we spent together were not a lie. The only reason I didn't tell you the truth was because I was scared of losing you! But the joke was on me, because I ended up losing you anyway!" Jimin dryly laughed through the pain. "So, no. I'm not going to be guilted by that anymore. I'm not going to beat myself up because you chose to give up on us."

Yoongi bristled. "You think I wanted to give up on us? There wasn't any trust left! How could you expect me to stay with someone I couldn't trust?"

"What about you, huh?" Hot tears streamed down Jimin's face. "You lied too."

Yoongi blinked, taken aback. "What?"

"You said you understood that I was hurting. You said you would be by my side as I worked through my issues. You promised!" Jimin sobbed. "And then as soon as things got tough, you abandoned me. Casted me aside. You have no idea what that did to me; what you did to me."

Yoongi stared at the sobbing boy in front of him. His heart cracked as Jimin's words sunk in. 'Did I... really do that?' Yoongi thought in anguish. 'Did I do the exact thing that I had been letting keep me and Jimin apart?'

"You should go," Jimin said quietly through his tears. "Kyong will be looking for you."

Annoyance rose up in Yoongi's chest. "Yeah, and I'm sure your precious Dae is worried sick about you."

Jimin furrowed his brows. "Dae? What does he have to do with anything? He's just a friend."

"Oh please," Yoongi snorted. "I saw you two dancing. You looked absolutely thrilled to be pressed up against him."

"You have no right to talk!" Jimin started feeling angry again. "You brought your boyfriend with you. I only brought Dae because I knew you'd be here with Kyong!"

"It still irritates me to see you with someone else!"

"Yeah, right!" Jimin scoffed. "I'm so sorry you feel irritated, but you have no idea how much it hurts to see the man you love go off with someone new."

"As a matter of fact, I do!"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means I love you, dammit!" Yoongi shouted. "When are you going to get that through your thick head?"

Jimin and Yoongi stared at each other, breathing heavily from their screaming match. Adrenaline was rushing through them after releasing months of pent up anger and pain. Jimin's mind swirled in confusion at what Yoongi had just shouted at him. 'He... still loves me?' Jimin thought slowly.

Before Jimin could say anything else, Yoongi crashed their lips together.

Jimin immediately responded, hungrily nibbling at Yoongi's lips. Yoongi swept his tongue along Jimin's bottom lip, and Jimin gladly gave him full access to his mouth. Their tongues roamed widely, desperately tasting each other.

This kiss was unlike any other they shared before. It was filled with a mix of love, anger, desperation, and pain. It was wild and hot, and the two became completely lost in each other.

Jimin ran his hands through Yoongi's hair, tangling his fingers in the dark blonde locks. Reaching down, Yoongi wrapped his hands around Jimin's thighs, and Jimin jumped up, wrapping his legs around Yoongi's waist. Yoongi pressed Jimin against the wall as he squeezed his impressive thighs.

Yoongi's lips trailed to Jimin's neck, sucking at the soft skin. Jimin moaned, letting his head fall back seductively to give Yoongi more access. Running his hot tongue up Jimin's throat, Yoongi grinned as he heard Jimin's pretty whines. He was pleased that he could still make Jimin react like this to his touch.

It had been a long time since Jimin had sex — considering the last person he had been with was Yoongi — and he was already incredibly hard.

Using his legs for support, Jimin bounced his body up and down, grinding against Yoongi.

Yoongi groaned loudly, absolutely loving the erotic friction against his own hardened cock.

"Fuck, Yoongi," Jimin moaned. "I love you so fucking much." Yoongi's heart soared. He missed hearing this beautiful boy say how much he loved him. Yoongi's silky tongue traced Jimin's collarbone, tasting his buttery soft skin. As expected, the younger tasted as sweet as ever.

Releasing his legs from Yoongi's waist, Jimin got on his knees. He clawed and Yoongi's belt, desperately trying to undo his pants. It had been so long since they were last together, and Jimin was dying to please his love.

"Jimin!" Yoongi gasped, suddenly realizing the situation they were in.

They were in a closet at their friends' party.

While his boyfriend was waiting for him on the dance floor.

And Jimin was about to give him a blow job.

"Jimin, wait," Yoongi grasped Jimin's hands. Jimin looked up at the older boy in confusion.

"What is it, baby?" Jimin's voice was filled with concern.

Yoongi sucked in a breath at the pet name. "Jiminie, I— we can't."

The wheels turned in Jimin's head, and the light dimmed from his eyes. He nodded, tears burning in his eyes as he stood. Undoing the lock, Jimin flung the door open and rushed out.

"Jimin!" Yoongi tried calling out to him, but it was too late. Once again, Jimin had vanished, leaving Yoongi to deal with his thoughts alone.

He had wanted to tell Jimin that he did love him, but that they couldn't start anything yet. Not like that. Yoongi didn't want them to have any regrets about getting back together. He was still with Kyong, and until they were home and Yoongi could break up with him, he couldn't do anything with Jimin. Well... anything more than they had already done.

Walking back into the main room, Yoongi's gaze swept around, searching for Jimin. But he was nowhere in sight.

"There you are," Kyong approached him, smiling. "Sorry I was gone for so long. That kid Dae kept insisting that I keep dancing with him. Were you very lonely while I was gone?"

Yoongi stared blankly at him. He couldn't break up with Kyong yet. It was Yoongi who had brought him on this overseas trip. He couldn't just dump him when they still had four days left in their trip.

"I was fine," Yoongi finally answered, giving Kyong a small smile.

A teary-eyed Jimin watched from afar as Kyong pressed a tender kiss to Yoongi's forehead. With his shattered heart in his stomach, Jimin rounded the corner and left the club.

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*Jimin's POV*

After the incident at the club, I had been avoiding Min Yoongi completely. His rejection stung, and I was left feeling dejected and embarrassed. I couldn't bear to face him.

I splayed my heart open to him, releasing all the pain I had been trying so hard to hide from everyone. And he pushed me away.

Now that the dam has been broken, it was difficult for me to seal it back up. It wasn't as easy this time around to plaster a smile on my face and pretend that everything was okay. So, I'm avoiding him. Who knows what I would say or do if I saw him right now?

I had to apologize to Jin for disappearing during the party. I was tempted to lie and say I got sick or something, but when I was looking at Jin's comforting face, I found myself breaking down and telling him everything that happened. Jin held me, rubbing my back as I cried for hours. Opening up to Jin actually did make me feel a bit better.

Dae felt bad for getting me in that situation. He said he thought if he distracted Kyong, Yoongi and I could talk and I would get some closure. I reassured Dae that I wasn't mad at him. He had my best interests at heart, and I was grateful to him for caring.

Dae and Jin kept me successfully distracted from thinking about Yoongi. When I wasn't finalizing details with Jin, I was browsing the shops of Paris with Dae. It was times like these that I thanked my lucky stars for blessing me with such amazing friends.

It was now the night before the wedding. I was tossing and turning, unable to calm my mind enough to sleep. I threw my blankets off, feeling overheated. Jin was sound asleep in the other twin bed. Moving carefully, I tried to remain quiet as I got up so I wouldn't wake Jin. Wrapping my long, thin white robe around my pajamas, I slipped my sandals on and snuck out of the room.

I made my way to the outside pool, walking along the concrete edge. The pool lights gently illuminated the darkness, bringing a peaceful feeling to the warm night.

I'm so goddamn tired.

Not in the physical sense, because that would mean I could at least sleep.

I was exhausted, mentally and emotionally. I was tired of feeling depressed. I was tired of feeling like I wasn't enough. I was tired of feeling like a fuck up. I was just tired.

The sound of bottles clanging startled me, and I spun around.

"K-Kyong?" I stuttered.

He was sitting at a table on the farthest side of the pool area, in a dimly lit area that made it difficult to see him. I stepped closer to him and noticed the multiple empty bottles of beer at his table.

"Are you okay?" I asked hesitantly.

Kyong laughed coldly, the sound sending a chill up my spine.

"Really? You really want to know if I'm okay?" He sneered. "That's rich."

I squirmed, not knowing what to do. I had never seen this side of Kyong before. In the few times we had spoken, Kyong was overly charming and polite. Now... he was cold, and a little frightening.

"What? Is the great Park Jimin at a loss for words?" Kyong mocked. "I thought you just radiated confidence wherever you went." He stood from his chair and stared me down. His eyes were dark and threatening.

This isn't good. Anyone could tell Kyong was drunk, and I didn't know him well enough to know how to handle him in this state. I spun around and quickly made my way for the hotel door.

"Hey!" Kyong shouted, stumbling as he darted towards me. His large hand wrapped around the upper part of my arm, yanking me towards him. I let out a yelp. "I'm talking to you!"

"Let go!" I struggled against Kyong's hold, but he tightened his grip on my arm. "You're hurting me!"

Kyong used his free hand to grasp my other arm, shaking me roughly. "Do you think I'm stupid?!" He drunkenly shouted in my face, making me flinch. "Do you think I can't see what you're trying to do?"

"What are you talking about?!" I pushed against him, trying to get away. Every time I tried to escape, his grip tightened, and I could feel the bruises forming.

"I saw you. I saw you leaving the closet with Yoongi at the party. You think I didn't notice your rumbled clothing, and messed up hair?" Kyong spat, and my face went pale. "Don't you feel any shame about going after someone else's boyfriend? Of course you don't. Sluts like you don't feel shame about anything."

Jerking my knee up, I hit him directly in the groin. Kyong groaned loudly, shoving me to the ground. A shrill scream slipped out as my body harshly hit the concrete.

"I'm not going to give him up to you so easily," Kyong panted. "You had your chance, and you blew it. Yoongi's moved on to greener pastures. He's mine."

His possessiveness over Yoongi made my blood boil. Yoongi wasn't an object; he didn't belong to anyone. And this guy was acting like he owned him.

Wincing, I pulled my aching body off the ground as Kyong turned to leave. I knew I was going to regret this later, but I couldn't let him leave thinking he owned Yoongi.

"That's pretty bold, coming from someone who hasn't even fucked him yet."

Kyong whipped around, dark eyes blazing. Yup, I'm in trouble.

A cold smile spread on his face. "Oh, you don't need to worry about that," he smirked. "Because I will fuck him. And when I do, I'll fuck every memory of you out of his head. You'll be completely erased, as if you never existed."

"Yoongi has standards," I fired back. "He won't want to make love to someone like you."

"Make love?" Kyong laughed. "God, you're such a fucking pussy!"

I bristled at his comment. There he was, laughing in my face, not knowing how much making love meant to Yoongi. He much it had meant to us.

My fist shot out and connected with his jaw, effectively silencing his mocking laughter. Kyong fumbled backwards, looking at me in shock.

The pride I felt in that moment lasted about two seconds, because Kyong swung his beefy fist, punching me in the side of the head.

I heard someone distantly shout my name, but I didn't see who it was before I stumbled back, falling into the cold pool.

Flailing my arms, I tried to bring my head back up above the water. I was normally an okay swimmer, but Kyong's punch had rattled me, and my head was spinning. Chlorine burned my throat as I accidentally swallowed some of the water.

Hands were grasping at my arms, pulling me out of the pool. I coughed up water onto the pavement, desperately trying to breathe.

"Jimin!" Jungkook cried, eyes wide with fear.

Namjoon was knelt on the other side of me, patting my back as I coughed.

"I'm okay," I gasped. "I'm okay."

"You're bleeding!" Jungkook shrieked. I gingerly touched the throbbing section of my head, seeing the blood on my fingertips.

"I'm going to kill him," Namjoon growled. I grabbed his arm to keep him from going after Kyong.

"Hyung, don't!" I pleaded.

Joon stared at me incredulously. "Why not? He assaulted you, Jimin. If we hadn't been here, you could've drowned!"

"Please, hyung. Tomorrow is your wedding day. I don't want anyone else to find out about this, especially Jin. Not until after the wedding. I don't want to put a damper on tomorrow."

Namjoon's jaw twitched as he contemplated my request. "Fine. But if he so much as looks at you wrong tomorrow, I will beat him to a pulp."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, hyung." I looked between him and a frightened Jungkook. "How did you guys even know I was here?"

"I heard a scream from our room, and asked Joon to check it out with me," Jungkook explained. "We saw him hit you, and then he took off."

"What happened before we got here?" Namjoon questioned. "Why did you scream?"

I chewed on my bottom lip. "He was drunk, and yelling at me. He grabbed me and threw me on the pavement." I didn't want to go into detail about what Kyong had said to me. If Joon knew Kyong called me a slut, he wouldn't hesitate to break Kyong's arm tonight.

"Let's get you to our room and clean you up," Jungkook said, pulling me off the ground.

"What about Yoongi?" I asked. "Isn't he sharing a room with you guys?"

"He wasn't there when we left," Kook told me. "Jin is sleeping, so we shouldn't clean you there. If we hurry, we can clean you up and get you back to your room before Yoongi gets back."

The two lead me to their room, supporting me as I walked. My hip ached deeply from when I hit the concrete.

"I'm going to ask the front desk for a first-aid kit," Namjoon said. "Kook, could you go get some ice?"

They left the room to fetch their items, leaving me to examine my wounds in the bathroom mirror. Peeling my wet clothes off, I got to work on trying to stop the bleeding on the side of my head.

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So much drama, oh my lord. I wrote the first part of this at 02:00 and cried lol

This chapter was about to be 4000 words, but I decided to push some of it to the next chapter

Next is the wedding! I'm so excited for my babies 🥰

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