I turn, see a woman, adorable and sweet-looking as the sunset that has now vanished from the sky. Her eyes are a duller sea-like blue I see from Icarus, her lips are thin, and the way she runs past me to pounce on Min Yoongi makes me question who this loving woman seems to be.

"YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDIN' ME!" she screeches in the man's ear, hugging him tight.

His ice cream falls. I watch it fall, confused over how he could let it go so easy. But then I realize Yoongi does it so he can chuckle in shock at her neck, and wrap his arms tightly around her back.

"TERIN?" Yoongi yells himself. Never did I think to see him smile so huge before.

When I hear the girl's name, my eyes widen.
My ice cream almost slips out of my hands,
and I'm suddenly panicked with sweat.

TERIN? My heart drops to my stomach.

.

When we were 13,

His female friend, Terin, pushed me off the stool in music class. The piano I was playing went silent. Yoongi did nothing but laugh first.

.

I swallow hard.
I look over at the way Yoongi grabs her,
I swallow harder.

The woman chuckles. She's excited, alerted, and speaks as if she's seeing a unicorn with rainbows shooting out of it's ass. But there is no unicorn, it's just Yoongi. Min Yoongi: a face she probably hasn't seen since the end of highschool.

Terin moves her head out from the cracks of Yoongi's neck, chilled air leaving her perfect thin lips and hitting Yoongi's exhaustedly excited expression. "I haven't seen you-" she cuts herself off, so in shock. The gorgeous woman laughs, "Oh! It's been so long, what brings you back I-"

I don't dare move a muscle.

Yoongi laughs. His hands that were around her waist now sinking lower to her hips as he holds her - no shame, no mercy. I watch the way his fingers curl at her small figure. "What are you doing here?" he asks.

I don't dare move a muscle.

"I was strolling around! Grabbing some last minute presents for Christmas, I-" she giggles at his ear again, squeezing him uncomfortably so, "Never did I think I'd be coming to find you here! Mr. Hot Shot made it big and forgot about me, huh?" She teases, but there is a bitterness as she shoves away from Yoongi who playfully chuckles.

"It was nice seeing you again." Yoongi's charming smile is out, and I grow in awe of the amount of gum I see from his mouth. He looks innocent, friendly...all expressions I haven't witnessed since knowing the man.

"Wha-" she keeps stuttering, "What are you doing here? Please answer me before I explode."

"I was..." Yoongi glances over the beautiful woman's shoulder. He stares at me, and the smile that was so nicely placed on his lips falls a little. "I was out with her," his finger jabs unfriendly in my direction. Min Yoongi is back to acting bored, "Came to town and our parents forced us to see the shops open here..."

The man lies. He lies through his teeth but I didn't fix in on the lie. I watch Terin whip her hair so flawlessly, capturing my eyes. Turning, her sights  on me. Right now, this moment. Terin gawks my direction and the furrowing of her brows clearly indicate her not recognizing. Great, it's one thing to meet a girl that was mean to you in school...but to meet her and her not know of you, or remember you? That's a whole different story.

"Who is this?" her smile looks friendly?

Yoongi's voice muffles when he  speaks my name in irritation. My eyes narrow at how sweetly acceptable he was moments before, only to have such a character switch-over. I don't understand it, I don't understand him.

Terin blinks, like a robot rebutting as her flustered form points my direction. My name leaves her lips slowly, as if the processing of name-to-face takes a while in the perfectly groomed head of hers. I watch the way her lashes flare.

"Wha..." Terin is confused.

"Hi," I pathetically whisper out.

The woman's hair whips my chin as she slaps her attention to Yoongi. Bored, the man looks at Terin's eyes that are confused. "How are you two..."

"We're just out together because of our parents saying so," Yoongi sighs out, "Nothing more. It was a hassle to have me say yes, but what is one to do? Had no choice."

Terin snorts, slapping Yoongi's arm causing him to boyishly smile. I feel the urge to crawl away passively into the darkening night. Terin turns back to me and I don't dare look at Min Yoongi. All I see are her dull-blue eyes that make my knees start to shake. It's then when I realize, never does one easily get over their bullied past - not so easy, never too easy.

"How are you?" her voice is sweet. My knees stop shaking and my eyes narrow deep.

"What?" I pop out, bewildered.

Terin chuckles. Flustered over seeing me and Yoongi before her. Before she can ask again, the woman's arms are wrapped around me and I suffocate within the scents of her hair that previously I kept eating. Terin's whipping-game was no joke.

"How are you?" she whines, "This is such a surprise you two!" She laughs again, giggling by my ear and the expressions on my face are horrified. I'm frozen.

I don't dare move a muscle.
Nor do I hug the woman back.

"Okay." I stupidly say before wincing away from the woman's touch.

She eyes me weird. I don't look up from the ground.

Yoongi clears his throat. "You uh," he moves to step between Terin and I, making me skip backwards in a slight tumble. Staring at his back in anger, just his plain body language towards me screams rudeness. "-you come out here alone?"

My teeth grit. I can hear the gummy-smile in his voice again. Seeing the way Yoongi's head moves up and down, the subtle glances he takes over Terin's clothed-body is enough to make me want to slap my melting ice cream cone at the back of his head.

"No," Terin smiles, waving over at someone who rambles in the darkness. He is lost and is on his phone, eyes dancing around to find someone: that someone being Terin. "I'm here with my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Yoongi and I both ask. His tone is surprised, with a mix of something else. Well I'm more intrigued over how a controlling-brat in high school grew to get herself a boyfriend; I'm intrigued.

We both see him. Dashing, handsome, and carrying a large smile. There is clear love in his eyes and I can see it from the way he moves in a jog. He's at my side in no time. I see him kiss Terin, and all I can think of is Icarus. Icarus and his eyes for me, his smiles for me, and how he too would run up to kiss me in such manners.

"Who are these people you ditched me for?" he laughs.

"Min Yoongi, the friend I had in high school I told you about," she says, giggling still. She cuddles into her boyfriend and excitedly jumps in cute manners. "Oh! The famous one?" even the boyfriend is suddenly excited and I grumble in the back, as the idol in front of me grins, nods, and tries to fake modesty.

They chat.
They laugh.
They enjoy each other's time.
While I, well, I continue to not move a muscle.

The boyfriend's kind eyes notice me and he pokes his head past Yoongi, chuckling, he goes, "...and what about her?"

Terin's eyes are narrowed in my direction. I can't tell if she purposely forgot my existence in this moment or not.

Yoongi's eyes flicker to me, then bounce away quickly. He waves, shrugging, and embarrassing me once again. "No one, just some leech."

Terin laughs. Yoongi grins. The additional man awkwardly chuckles.

Now I see how she found someone for herself...he may as well be the greatest push-over.
I guess I shouldn't be complaining. I pout, sulking before waiting for them to disperse.

When I finally feel saved,
When I finally feel the escape to get home,
Terin giggles like always and chimes, "How long are you here? We should meet up!"

How about never? I think, scoffing to myself.

"Can't," Yoongi hollers, watching the two walk away into the darkening street, "Leaving tomorrow! But next time for sure!" He lies. I don't consider why, as I'm too busy with madness.

"Don't you dare be a stranger!" Terin yells.
"Nice meeting you!" her boyfriend yells.

They leave, and I'm finally breathing.

Yoongi sighs. Air leaves his mouth, and looks my way slowly.

"Look, I'm sorry for ac-" I cut him off, mid-way in his soft exchange, the melting liquid that stains my hands whips out freely. I throw my ice cream cone at him.

Min Yoongi looks at his attire, jumps away from the ice cream, and the softness that was at his face for a moment leaves as he wails, "What the fuck?!"

I say nothing, moving to lamely start my march on reaches of the sidewalk.

I can hear him cursing behind me, trying to catch up as the muffling of his yelling voice becomes blocked from the mask he chooses to wear once more.

"Did you throw ice cream on me?!"

-

"You did. You threw ice cream on me."
Softer,
He whines this softer,
Shaking his head while standing in the middle of my room.

My tongue pierces at the corner of my mouth. I don't say anything to him mumbling in irritation. The whole bus ride back, Yoongi's anger diminished to simple annoyance. With wants to talk to me or grab my attention, I didn't allow it, huffing in breaths myself and finding some faults in every excuse he threw my way.

Now, stumbling into my bedroom the more I ask him to leave, he doesn't. Min Yoongi stands, demanding clothing or some sort of offering, and I stand stubborn for a while. Only to soften when seeing the glares he proceeds so scary in my way. "Fine," is the first thing I mumble to him before going towards my closet.

The best I find is a shirt that remains...Icarus's shirt. It's at the back of my closet, it's baggy, and it's dull in a salmon colour. Carrying it in my hands without fully becoming saddened, I walk over to the man that breathes dragon-fire by my bed.

My eyes barely catch his.
I don't dare look at Min Yoongi.

"Whose are these?" he asks, expressionless as he cups the fabric into the palms of his hands.

I feel his fingers tap the side of mine while taking the shirt. With a light snap of my chin, I say no words apart from, "Change in the bathroom down the hallway." With that order, I mark my steps past him and towards the bathroom closest.

Locking the door behind me, without a peep, I wash the ice cream that stains me, with tissues I curl under the sink water. I'm in my room and expect Yoongi to follow my words. Hearing rustling behind the door, the presence of one is faint. I sigh, feeling as if I've held it in as I refrain from teary up.

There is no reason to cry,
Yet the past week I've found every reason to do so.
I feel weak constantly.
I feel overwhelmed constantly.
Constant constant constant.

Washing my hands as if they're dirtier than ever, my reddening palms tell me about the heat the water displays. Holding in the panting I receive through flinches, I ease my fingers away from the running liquid, throw the tissues collected into the garbage, and stare for the pupils of my eyes in the mirror.

I breathe.
I find time to breathe.
Sometimes to take away the constants that bother you, one must take time to breathe.
So I do.

But then I'm distracted again.

Even for breathing or the staring at myself isn't enough for my ticking mind.

I pull my phone out, fingers wet and barely allowing access to read the notifications I masked away from the entire day.

I stare.
I stare and wait with shaking lips.
His name pops up on my screen and water droplets dance on my screen.

My forehead crinkles. My lips part, and the hollowness at my chest deepens when I come to not understand the texts I now read.

Icarus: Can it be tonight?

I read the first message through the spam. My heart swells.

Icarus: Please answer me?

My teeth nibble on my lip. I can't cry, but I can't help but want to.

Icarus: Are you with him right now? Please answer me, please?

Icarus: Tonight? I'll come tonight.

Icarus: I have to see you. We're being stupid, you're being stupid. We can't just end like this.

Icarus: I'll be over tonight.

Icarus: I'm not leaving you.

Icarus: Ever.

Icarus: I don't care who comes to stop me, we're

No more, he texts no more after that.

Making sure the obvious of my tears don't show, my fingers dry off from the wipes I give to my jeans. Moving to breathe for one second more, I blink, then stare. I stare at myself and collect all hope of faking happiness before shuffling out of my bathroom.

I type back, Not tonight, we'll meet...but not tonight.

Once I send, my phone is in my palm and my hands are at my sides. I look up, just hurt and struggling only to have my eyes wide and my heart implode over different means.

Shirtless and not bothering, Yoongi stands in front of my bed struggling to get the ends of the tee I gave him to part.

Gasping, I turn, eyes shut. "Yoongi! I said to use the bathroom down the hall!"

My cheeks are hot.

Yoongi mumbles something, not fazed over me walking in on him at all. I wonder if he's even noticed, but when he goes, "You'll be seeing more of me soon enough," I lose it. Now the fear to turn and have him see me flustered is beyond either of us.

"That is never going to happen."

Yoongi chuckles. There is nothing nice about it. "That's what my parents used to say when I told them I wanted to be a rapper, but I proved them wrong easy...so what makes you think you're some exception?"

My mouth opens. I twitch uncomfortable. I close my mouth. My mind suddenly runs dirty.

"I have some self-respect for myself."

Yoongi scoffs, "Self-respect?" He then laughs again, not nice.

My flustered face is more than ever, lost past repairing. But how offended I get from his laughing stems to my vulnerability when I snicker and snap, "Don't you dare belittle me." My back is to him. I'm yelling at my bedroom wall.

"Acting tough, eh?" he shouts back, "Face me if you're going to yell at me. Stop being such a passive-aggressive chick that needs ice cream cones as an attacking measure."

My hands are in fists. I'm about to tear up the wallpaper on my walls. "I am not passive-aggressive!"

"Well then you're just a weak confrontationalist."

"Yoongi!"

"I'm rarely wrong honey." The bitter grin is heard in his tone.

"Don't honey me."

"Alright honey."

My jaw clamps. I turn, violently and ready to claw out his eyes. But my heated body notices he's still shirtless while raging over at me and I whine, turning back around. "Put on the shirt already!" I shake, eyes meeting the wall before me.

"It's just skin, muscle, and bones...I don't see what the big issue is."

"Skin and bones," I bitterly attack, "I don't see no muscle."

Silence.

I grin when hearing nothing but an awkward twitch behind me.

"I don't either on ya," Yoongi mumbles slow, "...just fat."

My eyes burst, almost hitting the wall in large pixels. Turning into some cartoon character, the anger I use is exaggerated yet real, and I turn. No longer caring for his shirt, the poucing is strong with my attack starting by a jump to my bed.

My phone buzzes at my hand.
Sudden anger falls.
Icarus catches everything about me, including my attention Yoongi currently invades.

Icarus: Too late :)

I panic.

No longer like a lion,
I'm a scared squirrel that trips to the ground.

I whip my head to my bedroom door.
I hear the front door open.
Down,
Down,
Down,
Down the hall the sounds echo.
A body enters my apartment, he still has my keys.

With a jolt, I push Yoongi, eyeing the closet behind him.

"Why are you pushing me?" Yoongi's voice is high so I cover his mouth with my palm in fear.

His eyes are wide when he looks at me. With muffled phrases, his lips try to move in yells at my palm but I push him into my closet. His shirt that tangles at his feet, I pick up, tossing it at his chest before successfully closing the small door to Yoongi's face.

I'm breathing hard.

"What are you-"

"Please shut up," I beg, embarrassed over locking a partially naked Yoongi in my closet, "I hear him. Please, please just be quiet in here and I'll go deal with him, I-"

"What are you talking about?" Yoongi is breathless himself, he's covering his body unable to find his shirt in the dark of the closet. "Open the door!" He shoves it, trying to get out.

"P-Please," I'm shouting in soft-yells back, "It's Icarus, I can't have him know you're here! That to, naked in my room!"

Strangely enough, Yoongi grows quiet.

Icarus is here.