"Why did you dress up for this?"

I look over at Yoongi who stares down at my full-body jumpsuit, my heels, and my hair and makeup that perfectly sparkle with confidence. There isn't much on my eyes however, so I place lipstick, knowing I'll be sad and possibly cry horrendously.

"I thought of it as a breakup, not a date night." Yoongi mumbles, agitated as he tries to nap in the driver's seat once again. I wake him up with a light shove, having done that a few times this entire day driving around with him.

"It's not for Icarus, I'm not trying to impress any man," I mumble, knee bouncing slow, "I got dressed up hoping I'd feel more confident. Just basic psychology, my friend."

"Well get ready softer, I'm trying to nap." Yoongi grumbles, shifting to lay like a child in the constricting seat.

"Can you please stay up and talk to me?"

"Why?" he whines, "You're doing your makeup! So just do it quietly."

"The more you talk to me the less I'm in my own head, please?" I softly beg, feeling a gut full of jelly for what I was about to do today.

For the hundredth time, I was going to break Icarus's heart. Feeling like a repetitive monster ate at me, but I knew I had no choice but to continue. I had to finish this, once and for all...and for some reason, having Yoongi here and present as I did it, didn't seem so bad. His grumpy, blunt, and honest exterior motivates me to be self-less in this moment – if that makes any sense, I don't know.

"Fine."

"Thank you."

Yoongi nods, sleepily squinting his eyes open. "What shade of lipstick is that?"

I smile, looking at the car's mirror above me. "Well it's actual a darker version of a scarlet red. I was second-guessing myself from buying it, not knowing if I'd pull it off but I-" Glancing over at the man by the wheel of his car, I huff in an annoyed breath when seeing his head leaning onto the car's window, drifting back to sleep.

Moving in his bubble, I allow the car's horn to honk loudly as I fiercely tap at it. Yoongi slaps up, grabbing my wrist and throwing my hand away from him in fear.

"Fuck man," he moans out, heart probably beating fast at his chest as he looks to me bewildered.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" I ask innocently, my eyes angry.

"Yeah, you did," he tiredly mumbles, "Here I came so nice and sweet, offering to help you and you treat me like some peasant."

"Welcome to the world of being married to me," I flutter my eyelashes and take his belt off, "Now come, we should head up."

"Do I have to come?"

I stare over at him in disbelief, "You promi-"

"Yeah yeah," he mumbles, opening his door, "I'll come let's go."

As I close the door behind me and stand before my apartment complex again, Yoongi circles the car and with tired eyes, greets me. I purse my lips, scared and not wanting to suddenly move. But with the nudge of his head, the man with his white shirt, dark jeans and cozy cardigan moves up the stoned stairs; leaving me behind.

"Yoongi, wait," I breathlessly call out, hoping in my heels and trying not to suddenly trip as I follow him up.

Yoongi doesn't wait, nor does he open the door for me as I finally reach the entrance. Almost walking face-first, I glare over at his expression that smirks close by the elevator he gets to. I'm a low-blow, a rushing mess, but he's a gentleman when it comes to keeping the elevator doors open long enough for me to trip over in. As I do, Yoongi laughs at my neck, holds my waist from falling and twirls me slow to the opposite side of the small space.

I blush. "Don't touch me."

"Won't again," he murmurs, biting his lower lip so he won't smile too large.

As we get to my floor, I walk the hallways for what might be the last in my life. Pursing my painted lips, I feel Yoongi's eyes on me quite often while walking alongside him. We keep our hands off each other, along with large gaps of distance that separate our bodies.

As I near the last corner and get to my door, my body freezes. I stop in my tracks so fast, causing Yoongi to slam into my back, stumble back, and curse. Before he can yell at me, I tap the top of his chest with my knuckle and point childishly over to a figure that stands waiting by my apartment.

I don't have to see Yoongi's face to know that he looks mortified. I can sense this fear from the way his breath hitches as we stumble to hide by the corner again, taking a moment breather to talk to one another.

"I can't do this," my eyes sting, my heart falling to my stomach.

Yoongi looks at me slow. "Yes, you can..."

I shake my head, hands going to cover my lips lazily as I create a shield around me. "I really can't, I can't. This is insane."

"In some cases, the fear one feels towards something can indicate that what they're doing is for the right...You know you gotta do this, one way or another."

"He was so happy when I told him about a possible divorce...when I told him we could be together. I can't make him sad again, I can't see him cry again." I shake my head, blinking back tears that Yoongi already starts to roll his eyes at.

"Why'd you come here if you're going to judge me for my tears?" I whisper-whine, shoving Yoongi's shoulder back.

"Fine, I'll leave," Yoongi mumbled bored, hands in his pockets as he moved to shift away.

I panicked. Shyly moving my hand to his arm, I pinched his fuzzy sleeve, feeling the warmth at my fingers. Cutely moving into him for some sort of support, my eyes were at his chest, feeling his hesitant breath by my cheek.

"You tryna kiss me for good luck?" I feel his breath more around me. It smells...interesting.

I purse my lips, trying not to smile at his jokes before shoving his shoulder lightly now. Struggling to move away from him, self-conscious and afraid, I stare at him and then over at the hallway that screams to be walked through.

"Want me to be honest?"

I nod, having trouble looking straight to Yoongi's eyes.

"He'll possibly cry, you'll definitely cry. The reactions can either stem from sadness and understanding, or anger. Be ready for both if it comes to." Yoongi steps towards me. I step backwards, not understanding the ways he works with his words and actions so confidently.

"No matter what he says, no matter how selfish your mind thinks...fight for what you know is right; and that is ending it for him. You don't want to hurt him anymore, nor should you continue hurting yourself."

I shut my eyes, breathing slow and easy. I'm trying to relax myself, so I can't see how soft Yoongi's expressions grow when I'm not looking. All I can view is his tones of voice that whisper, "We're married, and I know that means nothing to either of us...but it clearly brings complications that can be dreadful. You need to be smart for yourself."

I nod, listening before blurting, "Basically I'm being selfish in different context."

Yoongi chuckles. His breath hits my face again. I stop breathing for a second as he does. "Yes, that's basically what you're doing, putting yourself before anyone else."

"I just don't want to see him constantly heartbroken because of me."

Yoongi doesn't say anything to that. I didn't realize how devastated my voice came out, or how terribly weak I sounded just now, so the sudden silence from the man puzzles me when  my eyes open to catch him staring in emotions I don't comprehend.

"You've got this."

I purse my lips. Yoongi watches as I do, in awe from the way I move my mouth for a breath next. Narrowing my eyes, I try not to smile as I joke with a mimic, "You wanna kiss me for good luck?"

Yoongi licks his bottom lips slow.
My smile falls, playfulness gone.

Leaning over, my instantly shocked expression moves to horror as the man hits his nose with mine; my heels tripping back so I stumble to lean against the wall, with his legs tangling mine. With an escalation so fast, I harshly breathe right into his face and aim to push him off me.

"Wha-"

Instead of going to my lips, Yoongi's smug-self arches to my ear. With a snort, he teases, "Gross," before slapping away from me with large steps back. Hands in his pockets, eyes lazy, he acts as if he hasn't pulled such a suggestive step.

Before I can even dare to comment, both Yoongi and our attentions are framed to a voice turning the corner we stand by. Heads snapping over, Yoongi's cocky exterior falters, my shocked expression sinks, and we're both gawking straight over at the man previously avoided.

"Wait..." Icarus looks between me, then he looks to Min Yoongi. With a nervous and pained laugh, his eyes search for answers when looking back to me, "W-What's going on?"