A/N: WHO MADE THIS GIF KJSGBSKABGJK

[ YOONGI'S P.O.V. ]

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

My wit, my remarks, my smile and my charm...it all leaves me. I let you push me back into the dark closet. The doors have blinds that twirl to open in slight moves, allowing me to see you panic. Closing the door on me, trapping me with your clothing, your scents; aura.

Icarus is here. The man that loves you, the man you love. The boyfriend I unintentionally snatched you from, is here.

I don't know if I should breathe,
But it comes out,
It comes out quick and numb - I find myself hiding from a murderer that doesn't exist.

In moments I don't want to be heard or seen, I feel insecure. I feel naked and it takes a while for my eyes to glance away from the light in the room, and over to my naked torso that is empty. There's a chill of air and my nipples create announcements, alerts, and obvious atmospheres.

I awkwardly cup my pecs with my sweaty palms.
I'm breathing harshly, peeking.
I'm scared. Why am I scared?

My eyes are soft. The expressions on my face match a confused child as I stare to your face that breathes warmth. You can't see me, but I see you. I see the fear in you, the sadness in you, and the want to never be snarky or snappy rings within my mind.

Like a mirror,
Everything you present,
I follow.
You hold the closet-knob and tense...
I hold my nipples and tense.
Same same.

"Where is he?" I whisper this, very soft.

"In the house, I'll go deal with him...just," your lips purse and I stare at them, "Just stay here please?" You beg me.

Normally I would shrug, roll my eyes, or huff annoyance and prance right out. But for now, surprisingly, I don't. I stay still, I stay quiet.

You get my standings through my silence.

"Thank you." Your gaze moves to the ground. You slowly step away.

When you turn, I smell your hair and the soapy scent from your hands.

I relax a little, leaning into the wall of your closet and shuffling your clothing to let me breathe.

When my hands move over a dress first in your collection, my eyes linger to meet white. I notice it's the dress you wore on our first date. I catch memories of us fighting with words when the first night ended, only to have history repeat itself here. With banter, uninvited, the strings we both pulled made it obvious: I probably will never get along with you.

Sighing, I push the dress away from me. The hanger securely screeches on  the rod. I don't care, I'm alone in the room and waiting for the muffled voices outside to subside.

Staring around the floors of your closet, I try to find my shirt that once tangled at my feet. Grasping the fabric to be between me, I easily crouch and get it to my hands. It isn't my shirt, but the salmon one I had received.

I know who this shirt belongs to. Blinking with boredom, I finally get it on and notice just how bigger Icarus's frame is in comparison to mine. Wearing his shirt, I feel inferior while it drapes my body like a cape. Talk about being Robin instead of Batman, yah!

Wanting to go naked and wear a dress instead, I take my chances, swallow my pride. Cursing like a grandpa under low murmurs, I roll over a suitcase I find in one tight corner of the closet. Cutely clawing at the sides, I have it loudly sit on one side. Squinting my eyes to peek and see if anyone heard me, seeing nothing but an empty room makes me relax.

I sit.

I sit and rest my head lamely on the wall behind. Leaning and being supported, I prep myself unconsciously for what is to come. Not knowing how long I'll be stuck here, the last I want is to be tired and distressed later for a seat.

I hear more muffled voices.
I hear his deep voice,
I hear your wavering one.
I roll my eyes at the love you two explicitly share through words.

"Great, they're crying," I mumble, twitching and getting myself comfortable all over again. "How am I going to get out of this one?"

My leg shakes.
1 minute seems like 1 hour.

"What happened to getting this over with quick?" I whisper annoyed. I think to what could possibly be happening outside of the room and my leg starts to move quicker. I'm impatient.

10 minutes,
I barely know time at this point.
I'm losing it,
I'm angry,
And I feel the need to rip open heads.

"I love you~" you're whimpering and crying. I can hear your steps conflicting back when asking Icarus to leave.

The conversations between you two grow closer and closer to the bedroom. I feel as if I'm listening in on a soap-opera. I roll my eyes once more.

My leg stops twitching temporarily.

"I won't leave, never again...I can't," he's crying. His voice is getting louder rather than muffled. My head that previously leans in boredom now cocks upwards fast. Icarus's whimper continues, "We can get through this. W-We need to stop crying, we, we need to talk and work things out. I'll talk to your parents, let me talk to your parents, I'll-"

My eyes soften at the sound of the broken man.
I can tell he loves you. I can hear it in his desperate string of words.

"This isn't your fight Icarus. The more you get trapped in this, the more hurt you'll feel. You said it yourself," you're shaking and I can hear it. My lips part, listening in further, "You texted me and said 'one last night' and this is it. I agreed so we can finally say our 'goodbyes' without crying, without yelling...I want to be okay with you, I want-"

You're suddenly silenced.

My eyes widen, my body snaps forward, and I'm sitting straighter than a princess at a ball trying to catch prince-dick.

Did he kill her? Slap her? Wait, no I didn't hear any body contact, wha-
My mind goes mental.
I sweat.
I'm about to come out of the closet.
But then I freeze.

My back slams into the wall,
Horror cascades onto my face.

Your bedroom door whacks open.
My ass whacks to the suitcase.

The cold doorknob of your bedroom door slams your walls. I see the large trunks of Icarus's calves walk in, and I see him stumble with the weight he carries. Eyes widening further, I see that the weight is none other than your body glued to his. Moaning with want, your legs are draped over his waist, hands in his hair, and tears meeting his by mouths that never leave for air.

I can't speak.
I can't move.
My breath does a weird whine.

"Fine," the man who cried before says by your lips, "One last night."

I shake my head, eyes wide as I look around the closet. No no no no! No night, not this night! nO No!

You moan, moving your hips to grind my his short's beginnings. I watch fearfully, the way your back arches and your mind slip of my distressed form present. With a loosened jaw and gaped mouth, I see the way your head nods frantic. "Y-Yes, please please."

"Please-the-fuck-not." I whisper in offence. I don't want to see this!

His shirt trails off. I see the back muscles on the built-man clench and loosen.

Silenced I have become, unable to move.

He lets you down, and the way he holds you, I can't look away...

The kisses are light, they're heavy with hurt, but the way he gently takes his time with the his lips to your mouth, your neck, your chest - Icarus loves you.

I heard the feelings before, but now I see them. He loves her.

Your top lands by his feet.

I can't see you, his shoulders broad, his body big. Icarus blocks my perverted eyes from catching a glance of you, or your shedding of materials that hit the ground. The time flies along with the clothing your boyfriend watches you strip from. His hands at your waist while you maneuver your bra off.

I'm watching how each article of clothing falls.
I see everything in slow motion.
I'm breathing heavier than heavy.

When your panties are tossed, I watch them fall and land close to the closet. I'm staring at the fabric, mouth still open and fishing for bugs at this point.

"Take it off," Icarus hoarsely chimes.

My brows furrow. I wish to scream, but nothing but the weird whine comes out of my mouth again. I truly am glued to my spot, my position, and in awe of you forgetting of my existence so easy. "What else can she take off? Her skin?" I pound out, voice weak.

My hand goes to my chest, I gasp. I see another thing fly away from you and grow offended to see that you've stripped out of the gold chain that holds the wedding ring. Now you're naked, Icarus is kissing your bare breasts, and I'm a blushing mess in the closet not knowing where to stare.

I see the way you enjoy yourself. Your eyes are shut, your mouth is gaped open, and you close your lips from making loud sounds as he makes your nipples stick out sharper than mine do from the cold. From anger, my expressions change to denial, with a clenched jaw, I force myself in looking away from your face moaning but can't. I fail.

I fail, and the new guest between my thighs fails with me.

"What is this?" I growl to myself. Flustered, embarrassed, and feeling like a fool.

I snap.
I get up from the suitcase I twitched on.
I close my mouth that formly dared to drool.
I work my hands into fists.
I slap the closet door hard,
Making a noise,
Making it known that I'm still here.

Looking through the cracks of the closet, I see your eyes that were once sealed from pleasure now not. I watch, I watch from the loud sound I make your eyes widen, your chest bounces, and your embarrassment rules stronger than mine.

Icarus flinches from you for a moment, his eyes wide when looking over towards the sound that made him fear with suddeninty. "W-Wha," he's breathless, staring back at you sweetly. But you're busy staring at me, even though you can't see me. "Was that your closet? Everything okay?"

"Y-Yeah," you hug your chest, hiding behind Icarus who tries to hold you with comfort. "It's just there have been rats around here lately, I-I, I thought I got rid of them, I-"

"Rats? Shit," Icarus breathes, leaving you for a moment and stepping towards my raging form, "I'll check to get rid of them. I'm sure the sucker probably didn't get far if he's trapped in a closet." The strong man's chest heaves with a low rumbling chuckle.

I watch as you hug Icarus's back. My upper lip twitches. I want to explode. I want the man out before I escape, because the last I want is for him to see me snap over at the woman he cares deeply for. I don't need additional drama in my life that I'm already failing to cope with.

"N-No," you hold his face and kiss him. I look away, staring angry at the ground by my feet.

Icarus smiles at your lips, kissing you back and holding you so he could continue and pin you down to the bed both of you stand by. You push his chest slowly, shaking your head and sweetly catching his eyes that stare down at you confused. "What's wrong?" His fingers roll over your cheek, soothing you.

I'm a mess filled with fury. Like a teapot ready to fume out hot air, the temper rises within me the more I see the two of you kiss and talk sweetly down at each other. Icarus is confused over you starting to grab a blanket to cover yourself, he's confused over you refusing to go any further. I don't blame him for being confused. The turn of events is sudden but needs to happen.

I can't deal with watching two people have sex before me, while I'm stuffed in a closed closet! Maybe if I wasn't in the closet and outside with them, it would've been- My eyes widen at my own thoughts, NO! EW! MIN YOONGI! I yell at myself internally, staring at my softening boner as I do so.

"I-I-"

"We were just-"

"Not tonight?" your voice is so quiet and vulnerable, even I for a second soften.

Icarus whispers down at you,
The both of you are talking instead of crying,
But the glances you give in my direction are scared.
You're scared of me and I can tell from the way you impatiently carry this.

The man doesn't want to leave.
Then you cup his cheeks, kiss him, and whisper a few last things to him I can't hear.
These few things you whisper have Icarus agree, fully clothed, moving back from you.

"Goodnight," he says softly.

You sit to the foot of your bed.
Defeated,
Lost,
Hurting.

You hold the blanket to your naked chest tight.

I wait until he leaves,
We both hear him leave.
The room is silent.

You stand slowly, staring down at your naked form and bruising breasts from the kisses received. Your voice shakes, "M-Min Yoongi, I-" You stop, you stop and hug yourself tightly when I finally walk out.

The closet door that held me back earlier is no longer a problem.
Icarus is no longer a problem,
The only problem here is you and that is all I see through the red at my furriated eyes.

"Shut up." My voice comes out darker, harsher, and ruder than I intend.

You do shut up. Staring at me walk out fast, making it in front of you before your swollen eyes could even blink. The crying from before is dried, but staring into them now only makes me see a future with tears to spring again - a future I'm about to lay. I can't stop myself, I'm angry, I feel wrong for what I've seen, and the only one I find at fault is you.

"How could you forget I was in there?!" My voice is loud. You jump, but I don't stop. "What kind of show were you planning on displaying for me tonight? What kind of point?"

You shake your head, "No show, n-no point I got really overwhelmed seeing him and we tal-"

"That was talking?" I ask, bewildered and grin bitter.

I'm invading your personal space.

I can tell you're uncomfortable with me doing so, but I don't notice. My breath is practically hitting your face and your naked shoulders.

Your body has goosebumps.

"We were talking I-"

I don't let you speak. "Aah," I start, obnoxiously grinning, "You're the type of girl to speak through different sets of lips, huh? Well guess what, I don't have time for such miserable games. Learn to control yourself and think of others." The hypocrisy from me, I don't catch.

Your eyes are wide, offended, and shocked. No expressions stop me from stubbing your toes accidentally with mine. Your breath hitches and you feet shuffle backwards, legs hitting the bed. I don't stop my intimidation and see awkwardness in your eyes when you fall to the sheets.

You don't fight me. You sit on the bed, face by the belt of my jeans. No matter how offended, your voice is small when you say, "I forgot you were there, I didn't mean for you to see anything, nor did I mean to get close to Icarus the way I did, I-"

I won't let you speak, yet again. You're always cut off. I notice when around your father, your mother, or any other...but I don't notice I do the same.

"I could careless over what I saw," I spit, "What irks me is that the two of you are childlessly allowing yourselves to get caught up with one another again. If you want to sleep with him, do it when you aren't about to marry me. Have me out of your way, and out of your life. If you're such a strong woman like you bothered my ear about last night, you'd be able to get rid of me easy!"

"I could say the same for you...you haven't said no to your parents."

"I don't claim to be the strong one here," I retort, voice softer. The annoyance and hate is struck in my eyes when looking down at you. "You do. I know I won't be able to find my way out of this, but you still can. You have a boyfriend that is willing to talk, willing to get you out of this! But you throw it off?" Disbelief.

"He'll continue hurting if he stays with m-"

"That's bullshit," I let out disgusted, "If you were so worried about his poor feelings, eagerly opening your legs for him with me in a closet watching, wouldn't be an option."

"Shut up, you don't understand." There is finally a dark snap to your voice I look for.

I grin. "You only say that because you know I'm right. I'm always right."

"If you have everything so figured out," as expected, tears are at your eyes, "Enlighten me then!"

"You wouldn't want to hear what I have to say." My nostrils flare.

You push me, whining and hand clutching the fabric tight, I stumble back and watch you meet me eye-to-eye. "Say everything you want now! I want to know why you're constantly switching in moods and reactions around me! Why is it wrong for me to lose all thought and want to sleep with a man I love? Why is it hard to believe I didn't mean to forget you? Why is it so insane to think that a woman like me struggles in saying no to her parents?!"

My upper lips twitches. The anger that was starting to simmer and shut down slowly resurfaces.

"What is it that you've got so figured out? Huh?!"

Your cheeks are wet.
You cover your nakedness from me.
I stare.

I think to how I treated you the first I met you,
I think to the first date,
the second,
and now this night before us.

One thing rings in my mind, my thoughts...one thing bothering me since...

"Money," I say without hesitation, letting out the lasting frustration and assumptions, "You won't get out of this because you want my money."