Yoongi:

"Yoongi," Jimin begs as he follows Yoongi into the house. Yoongi takes a deep breath, ignoring him as he has done all the way home. Seokjin and Namjoon look up at them, small worry lines between their eyebrows.

Hoseok enters the room, looking down at Yoongi's bag.

"Why do you have all your stuff?" Hoseok asks, pointing at the bag, "What's up?"

"Yah! Yoongi!" Taehyung shouts. Yoongi ignores Hoseok, turning to Taehyung, who just left his own room.

"What now?" He murmurs darkly.

"Vanilla is in the hospital," Taehyung says loudly, glaring at Yoongi with wide, fearful eyes, "Why did you do that to him?"

"Is that why you're limping?" Jimin asks.

"Did you get into a fight?" Namjoon asks, joining the other members.

"Is he okay?" Seokjin asks Taehyung.

"He has a broken arm and a swollen face," Taehyung confirms.

"A broken arm?" Jungkook asks, standing beside Jimin.

"Yeah, that's right," Taehyung glares at Yoongi, "Why did you do that? Bang PD-nim is livid!"

Yoongi remains still and silent, letting the members pester him until they get the picture. If he speaks, it'll be with his fists.

But one more word from Jimin and he'll be in a bed beside Vanilla.

"What did you say to Lilly?" Jimin asks.

I'll fucking kill you.

Yoongi turns to Jimin, his fist flying towards him. However, Namjoon and Hoseok grab Yoongi before he can land his punch.

"Don't you dare fucking say her name ever again!" Yoongi yells, pulling on the arms restraining him.

"Yoongi..." Jimin steps back. Jungkook and Taehyung step in front of Jimin, pushing Yoongi away.

Seokjin gives Namjoon a meaningful look as he helps drag Yoongi to their room.

Jungkook and Taehyung push him in, closing the door on him.

Yoongi pulls free from Hoseok and Namjoon, but Seokjin pushes him so he falls on his bed.

"YOONGI!" Namjoon's voice thunders, startling Yoongi out of his rage.

"What the hell happened, Yoongi?" Hoseok asks, leaning against the wall in front of Yoongi's bed.

Yoongi takes another deep breath, deciding to just explain what happened.

FLASHBACK:

"Oh, Yoongi," Vanilla smirked, "What's up?"

"Why did you lie?" Yoongi asked, leaning over him as he sat at the desk in his studio. He had a bloody lip from the previous beating.

"Lie?" Vanilla sighed, "I didn't lie,"

"Stop it," Yoongi snapped, "Jimin told me what's happening with you and Jiyoo, I know the truth,"

Vanilla sat silently for a moment, mulling over Yoongi's words and what to say in response.

"It wasn't all a lie," Vanilla responded finally, "She really was all over me,"

"What do you mean?" Yoongi snapped.

"Well, it's true, I like Jiyoo and I helped her enact her revenge, but Lilly really was all over me. It wasn't hard to make the photos,"

"Lie," Yoongi stepped forward, pulling Vanilla up into a standing position, "You're lying!"

"You've seen the photos, right? Do you know how hard it is to get a drunk girl to do something they don't want to do?"

Yoongi snapped once again, pulling Vanilla away from the chair by his collar and into the wall beside the door.

"Of course, you'd know all about making drunk girls do things they don't want to do, right?" Yoongi picked up the nearest item, which happened to be a wireless keyboard.

"Y-Yoongi!" Vanilla protested, but it was too late. Yoongi only had one thing in his mind; hatred.

Yoongi lifted the keyboard above his head, bringing it down on Vanilla's arm.

"You hit him with a keyboard?" Hoseok asks, astonished.

"You didn't believe him, did you?" Namjoon snaps, frowning, "After lying already, you actually believe she did something like that?"

All of a sudden, Jimin bursts into the room. Hoseok stands in the way, watching Yoongi warily.

"Yoongi," Jimin says, "You didn't let me explain,"

"I don't want to hear your voice ever again, Jimin," Yoongi says quietly, "Go,"

"I was there to explain the situation!" Jimin yells, "I wasn't there to steal her! I told her to wait..."

"FUCK OFF PARK JIMIN!" Yoongi bellows, jumping from the bed. Jungkook, who followed Jimin in with Taehyung, pushes Yoongi back down onto the bed.

"Let him talk," Taehyung growls, glaring down at him.

Yoongi and Taehyung stare each other down for a moment. He looks around at the others, who are either glaring at him or watching him warily. Yoongi concedes. He's obviously overpowered in this situation.

"Fine, say what you like," Yoongi snaps, laying down on the bed.

Jimin takes a deep breath and starts again.

"I wasn't there to steal her, I was telling her to wait for you,"

What?

Yoongi sits up, looking at Jimin's innocent wide eyes.

"What do you mean?" He mumbles.

"I told her life isn't easy and so relationships aren't either. I told her you're obviously destined for each other because a good relationship has problems,"

Yoongi sighs, looking down at his bruised hands. Why has he been such an idiot?

"Yoongi," Jimin murmurs, stepping around the members to sit beside Yoongi, "I'm afraid that's not all,"

Yoongi looks up at Jimin, his eyes wide.

"What else did I misunderstand?"

"No, it's not you, it's Vanilla," Jimin sighs, "I confronted Jiyoo... he said she was all over him, but she kept murmuring something,"

"What?" Yoongi's chest tightens.

"Your name,"

Yoongi looks down at his fingers, the realization breaking and dismantling his reality.

He was so worked up from Vanilla, and so angry to see her holding Jimin's hand that he lost himself. If he had calmed down and listened none of this would have happened.

Am I the monster with anger problems?

Yoongi cradles his head in his hands as tears fall without volition.

"Yoongi," Jimin murmurs, patting his back, "It's okay, just go talk to her,"

"I can't," Yoongi whispers.

"Why?" Taehyung snaps.

He looks up at his friends; his family. A tear falls down his cheek again as the humiliation kicks in.

"I..."

"No, you didn't..." Namjoon whispers in shock.

Some of the members look at Namjoon, but soon all eyes were on him again.

"I broke up with her," Yoongi whispers placing a hand over his mouth as a small sob comes out.

She'll never forgive me.

Never.

. . . . . 

Lilly:

I make my breakfast. Just eggs on toast.

Bland.

Everything is bland. Not even the thought of work sparks my interest.

Why am I here?

I consider this question. I came here because I was offered a job, right?

No.

I didn't come here following the dream in my heart, I came here following the man in my heart.

So, what's the point? Why should I bother anymore?

I consider my options. If I stay, I'll have a decent stable job, my own apartment, and my own studio, making music for a living. Isn't this my dream?

If I go back, I'll be at square one again – jobless. But I'll be away from all this drama.

Maybe it's better that Yoongi dumped me. I can focus on myself and not on my insecurities or another person's happiness. Without them, I won't have to worry about death threats or crazy fans after a while. I'll be happy, right?

No.

I close my eyes, remembering his arms around me, his lips on mine, his scent. His eyes. My heart aches, my lungs struggle to work, and my brain tingles and aches with thoughts that hurt.

I take a deep shuddering breath, pushing aside these thoughts. I cried all night. I don't need to think about this right now.

Men, these goddamn men. They come into my life, flip it upside down, and slam the door behind them. How am I meant to move on from this?

Do I even have friends here?

I sigh. Surely Jimin and Namjoon will still be my friends. I bet even the other members can be my friends.

But would Yoongi let that happen?

I jump as my vibrating phone startles me.

I look down and see Yoongi's name flash across my screen.

I open it.

YOONGI: Morning.

I scoff, glaring down at the screen. He's going to text me good morning? I thought I was to never contact him again?

I turn my phone off as I finish getting ready, leaving the house 30 minutes after Yoongi's message.

As I reach Bighit, I become nervous. We work together. How am I going to be able to work comfortably with him after yesterday?

I wipe my expression clear of any emotions and head inside.

I can do this. I can do this.

I can't do this.

I spot him almost immediately. He's standing at reception, tapping his foot impatiently, glancing at his watch every so often. He's wearing almost all black with a black hoodie, jeans, mask, and hat. My breath catches in my lungs as I admire him for a moment.

How did this man love me?

Don't think of that, Lilly.

He glances my way irritably and spots me. His face drains of colour as I walk to the end of the hallway.

"Lilly..." He murmurs, stepping forward. I ignore him, heading down the hallway that leads to the elevator. He follows me, a few steps behind.

Please don't ask to be friends.

This is all I can think of. There are many things I don't want him to do but this is the only thing that strikes me at this moment.

I can't talk to him right now. I've concluded that I'll be better off without all this drama in my life. If it's that easy for him to leave, is it even worth wanting to try again? Does he even want to try again?

I know it's selfish, but I have to think of myself now. These guys have been running amok through my mind for the past year and it's about damn time I thought of myself.

I press the elevator button, glancing towards the stairs.

Should I just run up the stairs?

The doors open, letting us in. I was hoping other people were in here, but it's just me and him.

He stands beside me, staring at me. I try to ignore it, but he's so close. His smell, his general scent, it's intoxicating. How can someone's aura affect me so much?

I close my eyes, forcing the tears back into their tear ducts.

On the count of three, you're going to turn to ice, okay?

1...

"Lilly..." Yoongi murmurs, stepping closer. I ignore him, breathing deeply.

2...

"Lilly, please talk to me," Yoongi whispers emotionally. He grabs my hand, gently gliding his fingers up and down my palm.

I can't do it.

Yoongi, I love you so bad.

A tear falls down my cheek as my lower lip begins shaking. My shoulders shiver as his general presence puts me on alert.

"Lilly I'm so sorry," Yoongi whispers, tugging on my arm as he glides my hand up to rest on his chest, right on his heart. I can feel his heart beating hard against his ribcage.

Don't look at him, don't look at him.

Cold... cold as ice. Remember what he said. Hold it in your heart. Nothing else.

3...

I tug my hand out of his, using it to wipe the tears that fell from my eyes. I realize the elevator door is open and rush out, leaving Yoongi standing motionless.

I turn to look at him and my resolution cracks. He's staring after me, his eyes wide and full of sadness. His hand is over his heart as if trying to hold it together.

No.

I look away, trembling from the strength it's taking to not cry.

He can't make me come back to him with tears.

Any relationship like that is toxic. And I promised myself I'd never get into a toxic relationship again.

I close the door to the Lilly pad quietly, sliding to the floor behind the door.

Ice... cold as ice.

I take a deep breath and stand.

I'm here to work, so I will work.

I work on a composition Slow Rabbit sent me for 2 hours before I am interrupted.

"Lilly?" I turn to see Jungkook in the doorway. He's smiling kindly, his adorable eyes full of innocence and something darker I can't quite place.

"Hello, Jungkook," I grin, tapping the chair beside me, "Welcome to the Lilly Pad. Why are you here?"

Jungkook closes the door and takes the seat I offered, looking around enthusiastically.

"I'm having trouble with my composition; can you help me?" He looks up at me, grinning cutely. I giggle.

"Of course, that's what I'm here for," I turn to the computer, saving and closing down what I am working on.

I hold my hand out for his USB and he hands it to me. I plug it in and pull it up. We listen to it.

It's not the worst composition, but it isn't exactly interesting either.

"What do you think?" Jungkook asks as it finishes, "Namjoon helped me with the lyrics and Donghyuk helped me make this. He said it just needs polishing,"

I nod, looking at the screen.

"I think it needs a little more than polishing. It's too..." I glance at him, a little nervous.

"Be honest, Lilly," He grins, leaning closer.

"Well, it's pretty boring and basic. It needs more than just a few instruments or sound effects. I think we need to change the bridge and maybe have a chorus that's different and more powerful than the others. Let's start there,"

Jungkook nods enthusiastically and so we begin working.

A few more hours later, Jungkook stands to go eat.

"Hey, we're not finished," I scold as he rubs the back of his head shyly.

"Sorry, Namjoon said to go to the practice room at this time so we can eat together,"

"Fine, but don't take too long, I have so many ideas and I might forget them,"

Jungkook nods, turning to leave. He pauses in the doorway, turning back to me.

"Ah, I forgot to ask," Jungkook bites his lip, looking down the hallway.

"What?" He sighs, looking back at me.

"Have you spoken to Yoongi yet?"

I stare at him for a moment, unsure how to reply.

"Why?" I ask, frowning slightly.

"Well," Jungkook looks down the hallway again, "I haven't seen him look this depressed in a long time,"

My heart sinks as I try to ignore the pain in my lower abdomen. Did I make him like this?

No, he made himself like this.

"I see," I murmur, "Well, I should be the depressed one since he left me,"

Jungkook shuffles uncomfortably. He mutters an apology, rushing off to join his members.

I ignore my heart as it aches, trying to escape from my chest, trying to reach Yoongi.

I wipe the tear that escaped and tense my jaw.

Cold. Cold as ice.