It's been a long week, but it's finally Friday. It's been 3 weeks since I started working at Bighit Entertainment. But only 2 weeks since the death threats started. I was meant to stay away from work, but I was so insanely bored and worried. I had to do something.

I finally have my own recording studio. I decided to call it the Lilly pad at Yoongi's request.

So far, Namjoon and Jungkook have spent more time at the Lilly pad than any of the other members. Yoongi used to spend a lot of time here with me, but he's been avoiding me since our first argument on Monday night.

He doesn't respond to my texts or my calls. Namjoon says it's his pride getting in the way of his common sense.

"Don't worry too much about it," Namjoon remarked kindly yesterday, "He's just upset because when he got home, he sought our approval and we agreed with you,"

"Really?" I gasped, frowning down at my phone.

Stupid... how can his pride be so important to him at a time like this?

"Yeah, he even pushed Namjoon," Jungkook added, frowning down at the lyrics he was working on.

"What? Seriously?" I exclaimed, staring between the two guys working beside me.

"Yeah," Namjoon replied softly, "But don't be angry at him. He'll get over it,"

I let Namjoon's words sink in, but I wasn't consoled.

Now, as I enter my new car, I feel frustrated.

I am being stalked, sent death threats, and feeling extremely overwhelmed and, where is he? Sulking because he's in the wrong and can't admit it!

I pout, putting my keys in the ignition and start up my car.

Suddenly, dread settles in the pit of my stomach as the hairs on the back on my neck prickle. I spin around in my seat, looking into the back seats to make sure no one is there.

It's empty.

I look out my windows, searching for the cause of the panic fluttering in my lower abdomen. There's no one there. There's no one in sight.

I start to calm down. What could have caused me to feel like that? Is the stress getting to me?

Maybe I should tell them we're not together.

I frown, considering this thought.

I mean, Yoongi hasn't spoken to me in almost a week. I am dealing with all this stress alone, and it's because of him.

Should we call it quits?

"YAH!" I yell, smacking my face with both my hands, "Pull yourself together! He'll come around. Namjoon said so!"

I shake my head, trying to ignore the immense burden I'm feeling, and drive off.

I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought this a few times. I just need Yoongi to talk to me. We'll figure this out, but right now all he's doing is encouraging these pathetic thoughts.

The feeling of dread, the pickling on my neck, the sense that someone is watching me, I've been feeling like this since the article was released last week. Is someone really following me, or am I just being paranoid after the texts from the fans?

I push these thoughts aside as I pull my car into the apartment car park, making sure no one slips in as it closes behind me. I can't risk not being cautious. These 'fans' are psychotic.

. . . . . 

Yoongi:

Should I respond? Should I call her? Should I just let it go?

Yoongi lies in his bed, looking up at the ceiling. His thoughts are confusing, full of different feelings and advice.

Just tell her you're sorry! You've seen the comments, what you said made the fans angry, that's partly why she's in this situation!

Yoongi sighs angrily as he roughly runs his hand through his hair.

What if she doesn't want to do this anymore? What if every day you wait to speak to her, she gets more and more certain that you're not meant to be together?

Yoongi sits up in his bed and looks to the wall splitting the room.

"Jin?" Yoongi mutters, hoping Jin is on the other side.

"Mm?" Jin responds quietly.

"Should I call her?"

"Don't ask me about that," Jin mumbles calmly, "I don't want to give the wrong advice,"

"What would you do then?" Yoongi snaps.

Yoongi hears Seokjin's bed squeak before his head appears around the shelf splitting their room.

"Yoongi, I wouldn't even be here right now if it was me,"

"Huh?" Yoongi frowns.

"I wouldn't have snapped at her, I wouldn't have made those remarks to the fans, and if I did make those bad decisions," Jin sighs, "I wouldn't have left it this long to reconcile,"

Yoongi folds his arms and looks away from Seokjin, refusing to respond. He hears Seokjin head back to his bed. He sighs sadly.

"Your remarks have done more than affect your relationship with Lilly. We're getting hate comments on social media and Bang PD-nim keeps saying the stocks are dropping. You need to do a V-Live with Lilly and clear things up," Seokjin mumbles from his bed.

Maybe he's right?

Yoongi bites his lip.

"Ah! Fine!" Yoongi snaps, grabbing his keys and rushing out the room, pulling out his phone as he does.

. . . . . 

Lilly:

Once I'm in my apartment I feel a little better. Tuesday, I had 2 extra locks put on, so I feel a lot safer.

As soon as I begin pulling out ingredients for dinner, my phone beeps.

I peek at it, unsure whether I should be bothered by it.

It's Yoongi.

As fast as lightning, I swipe at the phone, opening the message.

YOONGI: Hey, are you home?

I quickly respond, too excited to worry about appearing too needy.

LILLY: Yes, I just got home.

YOONGI: Can I come over?

LILLY: No.

YOONGI: Why?

LILLY: You've ignored all my messages all week. You haven't answered your phone, and when you left you were angry. I don't want you here!

YOONGI: I'm sorry, Lilly...

LILLY: For?

YOONGI: For getting angry at you...

LILLY: What else?

YOONGI: For ignoring you...

LILLY: And?

YOONGI: There's nothing else.

LILLY: Do you still think you're right?

YOONGI: ...

LILLY: I knew it! Don't bother coming over.

YOONGI: I understand where you're coming from, and I regret that it's affected you this much, but I don't regret what I said during the live stream.

LILLY: Me getting death threats is more important than your pride, Yoongi!

YOONGI: I'm coming up.

LILLY: What? What do you mean?

LILLY: Are you here? Go! Go away!

I jump as a knocking on my door startles me.

Is he here? Is he really here?

I walk over to the door and peek through the peep hole to see who's here. Yoongi looks up at me, knowing I would look before opening the door.

I begin unlocking the door and open it halfway. Yoongi stands where he is, his aura framing the doorway. At this moment, if there was anything behind him, I would not have been able to notice. I see him, and only him.

Intoxicating.

"Lilly..." Yoongi murmurs. For some reason, I can tell this was not part of his plan. He probably planned on sauntering in and explaining his point of view but seeing me has left him frozen. I can tell because I feel the same.

"Yoongi..." I respond, gulping. He takes a step forward, pushing the door slightly, but I keep a firm hold of it. He looks at me, frowning a little.

"Can I come in?" He whispers. I take a deep breath in and let the door go.

I want to see him. I want to hug him tightly. I want him to tell me it's going to be okay and he'll protect me. But my pride is just as inflated as his.

I step aside and fold my arms, protecting myself from his embrace.

Yoongi opens it a little more and enters, closing the door softly behind him. He peers down at me nervously.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, fiddling with his sleeves.

"Could be better," I murmur, looking away from him. I walk over to the kitchen and continue preparing for dinner. He follows me, keeping his distance.

"Lilly..." He murmurs again. I close my eyes, willing myself to stay strong and firm. I will not be pushed around in a relationship. If it's going to work, we will hear each other out. He's hurt me with his actions and words, so he will know. I won't forgive him easily.

"I have to prepare for dinner, hurry and say what you want to say," I state firmly, moving around the kitchen so I don't have to look at his eyes.

I gasp as he grabs my arm and twirls me around so I'm facing him. I unwillingly look into his eyes. My resolution falters.

"I'm sorry, Lilly. You were right," My eyes widen as I watch him struggle to bury his pride, "I saw the comments, I saw why they were feeling so attacked. It's my fault, I was too blunt. I shouldn't have said those things. I should have listened to you. I do agree with what I said, but I understand it was too harsh and too early for such words," Yoongi grips my other arm so I don't pull away, "I'm sorry, Lilly, please understand,"

I watch him carefully for a moment. He bites his lips and his brow crinkles with emotion. He really means it.

My pride slips away, and I relax.

How can I hold a grudge against this man?

Suddenly, I feel my heart turn cold, recalling what he said to me that night.

"Do you love me? Do you still have him in your heart?"

I recall the fear, how he left when I was so scared. How he ignored my splutters and left me here.

I also recall how I slapped him.

What should I do?

I pull from his grip and take a step back. Yoongi allows his hands to fall to his side. He angrily runs his hand through his hair.

"What more can I say, Lilly?" Yoongi snaps, his teeth gritted, "You were right, I was wrong. What more can I do?"

"Do you remember why I slapped you that night?" I mumble, looking away from him and folding my arms again.

"Slapped me?" Yoongi frowns as he tries to remember the fight. His anger slides from his face as he remembers. He must have been caught up in the reason for the fight that he forgot what he said in his temper.

"Remember now? How you asked if I still like Jimin?" I hiss, fuming. Of course, he forgot. This was all about him in the first place.

"I didn't mean it, Lilly," Yoongi implores, "I said it in anger. It was just something that popped into my mind,"

"Why?" I snap. Yoongi stutters for a moment, "Why was it something you thought of?"

"I..." Yoongi sighs, "I guess I'm still worried you haven't really picked me. That you still think of him,"

I scoff, turning around to continue preparing dinner before the perishables become gross.

"Have you heard of the word 'trust', Yoongi?" I ask, not looking at him. He moves out of my way, but he doesn't respond.

"You're around crazy attractive singers with amazing bodies and flawless skin, you work with girls. Do you know why I never say anything?"

"Why?" he murmurs.

"Because I trust you," I turn to face him. He looks hurt, but I ignore it. I can't be swayed right now, "I trust you completely. But now... I don't know what to think," I turn away but Yoongi spins me around again.

"Yah!" I yell before he can say anything, "Can you stop doing that? This isn't a drama, you don't need to spin me around all the time!"

"I'm sorry," he mumbles. I freeze as his eyes begin to water, "You're right. I have a short temper, I'm asking so much of you. Then I go and accuse you of something that hurts you. Of course, you're not like that. You wouldn't have started dating me if he was in your heart. You've had some bad boyfriends. I should have known you would avoid anything that hurt you before. Just..." Yoongi's lip trembles, "Just don't leave me,"

"Yoongi... Yoongi," I mumble as a tear slides down his face. My heart melts immediately. How can I be firm whilst he's like this?

"I'm so sorry," He gasps as he pulls me into his embrace, clinging to me as if I suggested that we should break up.

"It's okay, just... don't suggest something like that again, okay?" I murmur, my face pressed into his chest. Yoongi nods, wiping his tears away. I pull away, looking up at his face. He smirks down at me.

"You just... make me so jealous," He grunts. Before I can reply he leans in, planting his lips on mine. I allow myself to relax, all the tension from this week leaving my body. Yoongi clings to me, pulling me closer even though we can't get any closer.

Suddenly, he pulls away, leaving me reeling and gasping.

"You're so irresistible," He smirks, pecking my cheek, "Let's get dinner done,"

"Huh? You're eating here?" I ask as he lets me go and turns to the bench full of food.

"Yeah, didn't you see my bag?" He points to a duffle bag that appears full, "I'll stay here until it dies down, okay?"

I grin, feeling safer than I have ever been.

"Okay," I step forward and begin helping him.

. . . . . 

Meanwhile...

He puts the binoculars down, wiping the tears that fall hot and wet down his cheeks. He tries to control the sobbing, but it wrecks his body violently. He falls down his knees, begging and screaming silently.

Stop... stop it... don't kiss her. Don't touch her.

She's mine.

She loves me, I know it.