A/N - when y'all need me, I'll be hiding in another part of the world because I'm sure that y'all will wanna kill me after this chap

"Jinnie."

Grunting, Jin unconsciously swatted his arm in the air and pulled the duvets over his head, intent on falling back to sleep. He groaned in frustration when whoever was speaking him started softly shaking him awake so he turned around, peeking from under the sheets, vision still blurry due to his newly awakened state. Once his eyes finally adjusted, he saw Emily staring at him with glassy eyes and teeth digging into her bottom lip, expression instantly shifting into one of shock.

"Em?," Jin sat up, blonde hair disheveled, voice deeper than usual. He pulled the thick sheets off him and gently held Emily's arms, his heart aching at the sight of her looking so terrified. "What's wrong?"

"It's just," Emily paused, her brown eyes flicking towards the ground. She started playing with her hair, making Jin alert because this was the ultimate sign of both her fear and anxiety. "I was woken up by this dream and I was covered in sweat but... I don't remember it at all."

Jin sighed, absolutely understanding what Emily was feeling due to his own childhood experiences of waking at late hours due to unknown and mysterious nightmares, then he would end up running to his parents' bedroom in tears. Seeing his own girlfriend going through the same thing pained him, so, he engulfed her in a tight hug and rubbed her back in comfort, strands of her brown hair wrapping around his slender fingers. "Hey, it's okay. Whatever you dreamt of, it isn't real. It's trying to scare you and it isn't real. I'm here and you're safe, alright?"

Emily was silent for a moment before she returned the hug, her grip on Jin tighter than ever. Pulling back, she held both of his cheeks and planted a short yet sweet kiss on his lips. "Thank you."

"You're always welcome," Jin smiled up to his cheeks, eyes crinkling, and playfully ruffled Emily's hair, resulting from a complaint accompanied with laughter from the girl. His breath hitched in his throat when fingers suddenly attacked his waist and suddenly, he was laughing uncontrollably. "H-Hey, that tickles!"

Emily took this as an advantage, however, and tackled Jin on the bed, tickling him continuously as his windshield wiper sounding laugh bounced off the walls of the bedroom. As a form of revenge, Jin tapped Emily's back and she shivered when he brushed his fingertips just above her spine.

"Jin, don't you dare," Emily warned in a joking manner as a mischievous smile grew on Jin's face.

Jin attacked Emily, tackling her as he tickled her back, earning squeaking laughter from her. They shuffled around on the sheets, the room filled with joy, love and laughs. There was no doubt that the two enjoyed each other's presence, whether it be as friends or as lovers, they were completed by the other's companionship.

When Jin paused, they were both out of breath and were inhaling deeply. He then noticed their current position; Emily laying below him with both arms on his broad shoulders, Jin's hands pressed on the mattress, caging her in his own space. It made his mind's gears run as his cheeks flared and it seemed like Emily had the same thoughts because she too was blushing hard.

Jin didn't need to ask permission. Slowly, he leaned in, breath pacing in anticipation until their lips met. It felt perfect, the sweet taste of Emily's lips on his own as they moved in sync, how her hands slowly snaked up to his neck, tugging at it. He, in turn, brushed his hands down the sheets until he reached her small waist, gently holding it, slightly lifting her shirt and massaging the soft skin with his hands.

Emily gasped before she released a small groan due to the skin contact, which urged Jin to press on even more. Tilting his head, the kiss deepened as they started to inhale each other's breaths, his mind once again melting into a sludge that just told him one thing: He wanted more, he wanted to suck Emily in, to touch every patch of her skin, to feel her hair in his fingers and to have her call his name in a needy manner.

God, Jin has never felt this aroused before.

Emily whispered something but Jin was too out of it to understand, instead he made the kiss more breathless, more passionate. He only paused when he heard a loud rumble and pulled away in confusion, meeting his girlfriend's beautiful big brown eyes. Everything he was seeing at the moment was turning him on even more. God.

"I," Emily licked her lips, which were dry after all the kissing. Jin gulped as she turned away, cheeks tinted a light pink shade. "I was saying that... that I was hungry."

In that very moment, all of Jin's feelings of arousal were flushed down the drain and now he was staring at Emily blankly. Of course, this made the girl fear that she had completely turned off her own boyfriend, especially because of the stoic expression he had on his face.

After a few moments of dead silence, Jin failed to contain himself and laughed loudly, the wiping noise returning, eyes crinkled as he slapped the mattress repeatedly. If a funny bone did exist, he was certain that someone was tickling because he could not, for the life of him, stop laughing. It was Emily's turn to stare at him blankly now.

"I'm sorry," Jin wheezed out in between laughter and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forwards as he clutched his stomach. "I can't— That was so funny."

It took a while until Emily started chuckling, Jin's laughs being all too contagious for her. Crossing her legs, she sat up as well, arms resting on top of her knees. "It's nice to know that I'm amusing to you."

Taking deep breaths, Jin finally was able to calm down and smiled at Emily before standing next to the bed. He looked down at his beige shorts and plain black shirt, remembering how Taehyung had given all of them clothes, before glancing back at his girlfriend. "What are you in the mood for?"

Emily tilted her head questionably.

Jin smiled wider, finding Emily's expression cute. He ruffled his own hair, not needing any mirror to know that it had turned messy due to their... session. "I meant for breakfast. I'll whip you up any meal you want."

Emily's eyes widened, as if saying: you don't have to. Ultimately, she sighed and smiled at Jin, straightening her legs and pulling the blanket over them. After running a hand through her brown hair, she finally replied. "Anything will be fine, as long as you cooked it."

Jin released a small heh to hide the fact that Emily's words made his heart flutter. There was nothing he loved hearing more than his cooking being praised. "Gotcha. I'll be right back, alright?"

Emily nodded as Jin slowly walked backwards, opening the door and leading himself to the hallway. He was greeted by darkness, of course, the only light coming from the kitchen's door, which was strangely open. Looking around, he saw that everyone else's bedroom doors were closed but this still didn't tell him if someone had woken up before him or not.

Jin decided to get rid of those thoughts since he was definitely scaring himself. Walking across the hallway, he felt the ship swaying against the water, which was different from when they traveled through air, and remembered the times when he would ride the family yacht with his parents. He smiled at the bittersweet memory, his father's laughter and mother's playful scolding imprinted in his mind.

Despair suddenly filled Jin's heart at the thought of his parents, who were definitely mourning his death back home. He knew that when he decided to fake his death, it was the only way to join you and Yoongi without any conflicts but he also wished that he used another method, one that wouldn't cause harm towards his parents. Would it be the same if he told them instead? What if his father, who forbid him from swimming, already knew? Would they let him leave? Would they believe him? There were so many questions yet he wasn't sure if he would ever find the answers.

Deep in Jin's heart, he wished that he could contact his parents somehow and tell them that he was alive, that he was living and breathing in another world, that they hadn't lost their only son to the evil clutches of death.

But how?

Jin was snapped out of his depressing thoughts when the kitchen's bright light hit his face, causing him to blink rapidly. Pushing the door open, it made a squeak, one too loud for the water gem bearer's liking. On the other side was the familiar sight of Greta's kitchen, familiar because he made himself in charge of cooking meals in between travels. The kitchen resembled his own back on Earth — same silver colored fridge, polished cabinets and utensils, spared are the strange springlike scooper and alien food — so he felt a mixture of homesickness and comfort whenever he was inside. Still, when he cooked, all his worries would always wash away.

After Jin shut the door behind him and switched on the lights, he turned around, nearly screaming and jumping out of his skin when he saw a figure standing next to the sink, staring right at him. He didn't even think of identifying the person, instead he armed himself with a ball of water, eyes flashing ocean blue.

Jin flinched when a blazing hand grabbed his, halting from attacking the person. Once he scanned the other's face and recognized the grey hair, his expression softened.

"Calm down," Yoongi hissed, orange eyes fading back to their brown color as he released Jin's arm. There were no burn marks on his wrist so Jin assumed that the fire gem bearer made sure that he wouldn't hurt him. "It's just me."

Jin blinked rapidly, the blue color of his eyes fading away. He stared at Yoongi, whose triangular eyes were void of any emotion, lips straight, puffing his cheeks and reminding him of Wooper. Wondering why he was receiving such a look, he glanced behind the shorter boy and saw nothing out of ordinary in the kitchen, which confused him even more. "What are you doing up this early, Yoongi?"

"I can ask you the same," Yoongi raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, expression not changing. "You usually get up for breakfast an hour from now, don't you?"

Jin was about to ask Yoongi why he knew his morning schedule but decided not to. Instead, he walked passed the younger boy and headed towards the fridge to pick out ingredients. Swinging the door open, he took out a tray of blue eggs because apparently goats lay eggs in Vrede, along with strips of meat. Passing through the cabinets, he also grabbed a few seasonings. "Emily woke up because of a bad dream and now I'm making her breakfast."

"A bad dream, huh," Yoongi scoffed, just as Jin turned around to see him holding a butter knife. He was alarmed for a bit until he realized that it was being given to him and whispered a thanks. "Before we found Bliksem, Sky had a nightmare but she remembered it. It was related to her parents."

Jin nodded as he switched on the stove, pouring cooling oil on it before cracking an egg. It sizzled upon contact and stared at its dark blue color and black yolk. When the crew first saw this, naturally, they were disgusted but when they realized it tasted the same as Earth eggs, they were relieved. He glanced behind him, seeing Yoongi staring at him. "You haven't answered my question."

"What question?," Jin wasn't sure if Yoongi was playing dumb or not because he couldn't at all read his stoic expression.

Jin scanned Yoongi and took note of his baggy beige sweater and ripped blue jeans before back to the sizzling eggs and sprinkling salt on it. This situation he was currently in, him cooking and the other watching in silence, gave him a sense of de ja vu. He then remembered the first time Yoongi had given him a clue of his feelings for you. Huh, maybe history does tend to repeat itself. "Why are you up at this hour? I'm assuming that Sky is still asleep so—"

"I came to talk to you," Yoongi blurted out and covered his own mouth with his hands after realizing what he said. Jin faced him with a raised eyebrow, nearly burning the eggs. "I mean, since you always cook breakfast for everyone, I assumed that you would be here but since it was too early I decided to wait instead—"

"Yoongi, breath. You're burning up. Literally," Jin cut Yoongi off once  when he noticed that the ground under his feet was starting to burn, lightly shaking his shoulders. It took a few moments until the fire gem bearer calmed down. "Look, if you're bothered by something, you can always tell me. We're best friends, right? Go on."

It seemed like Yoongi had been lost the moment best friend was said because his eyes had suddenly glazed over and now he was looking ahead blankly. Jin tilted his head in confusion. He had always considered Yoongi, who he had known the longest out of the wonders, to be his close friend despite how their personalities (and elements) clashed so this kind of response baffled him.

Still, it seemed like Jin's words made Yoongi come to a decision because he leaned on the counter, sighing deeply with his arms crossed over his chest. Jin suddenly remembered the eggs and continued frying them, along with the meat. Setting that aside, a feeling of dread boiled in his gut, telling that whatever Yoongi was going to tell was either ground-breaking or life-changing.

And, unfortunately for Jin, he was right.

"It's about Taehyung."

-

Yoongi has never felt more nervous in his entire nineteen years of life, the anxiety so bad that it lasted from the morning throughout lunch. He was sure that he had secreted buckets of sweat by now, his lips dry so he continuously licked them. Rubbing his hands together, he stared at the closed door of his shared bedroom with you, trying to imagine what you were doing on the other side, since he had told you that he needed to go the bathroom after cuddling a bit. What were you thinking at this very moment? Did he seem awkward to you? Did he look suspicious?

There was no doubt that Yoongi wanted to tell you everything he knew, tell you of his doubt towards Taehyung and what he saw back in Bliksem, but a small part of him knew that it would end badly — but he didn't know why. He was fully aware of Taehyung's feelings for you but that wasn't it. Instead, it was the fear that telling you would make you upset, after all you trusted everyone, including Taehyung.

Yoongi didn't want you to know, heck, he didn't want anyone to know that despite being in a relationship with the girl he loved so dear, he was still terrified. He was afraid that one wrong move from his part would cause him to lose everything he had right now — you. At the same time, he didn't want to keep stuff from you either since the guilt would definitely eat him up inside. Trust, it was what kept it all together.

Somehow, Yoongi turned to Jin to put an end to his conflicting thoughts. Best friend. Maybe he thought the same. Before he prepared to enter the room, he replayed Jin's advice in his head.

"You should tell her," Jin finally said after Yoongi, who was taking deep breaths, finished explaining everything about Taehyung. Using a spatula, he flipped the egg off the pan and perfectly caught it with a plate.

"You really think so?," Yoongi asked a bit desperately, the anxiety of what could happen to you and him after this conversation bubbling up inside him.

"Yeah," Jin shrugged and leaned on the counter, running a hand through his blonde hair. "Sky is your girlfriend, isn't she? I'm sure that she trusts you with all her heart. Besides, I'm positive that it won't end badly like you think it will. You just have to tell her the truth."

Just tell her the truth and you'll be alright. With those thoughts in mind, Yoongi inhaled deeply before he nodded to himself and slowly opened the door. What greeted him was the sight of you on the bed, slim legs exposed by your blue spotted white shorts, black tee showing off your frame. You were just sitting there, scribbling on a spare notebook you found in one of the drawers.

Yoongi walked towards you quietly, observing your face, which was contorted into pure concentration. His heart skipped beats at your features, the word beautiful repeating into his mind as he continued to stare. Crawling on the bed, he dug under the sheets and wrapped his arms around you, placing his chin on your shoulder. "What'cha doing, babe?"

"Just scribbling," You muttered as a reply and continued to write on the notebook. Angling his head, he stared at your drawing of seven stick men and a stick woman, along with another incomplete figure. There were no colors but he assumed that you drew each wonder and he thought it was cute for the flame boy to have a little heart over his head. "Sometimes I wish there was internet in Vrede. You know, to get rid of my boredom. Although it would be useless because I lost my phone."

"You have me," Yoongi replied, his mouth running before his mind could finish processing his words, earning light laughter from you both. "I always kept you busy, didn't I?"

Still laughing, you placed the notebook and pen on the bed, turning around to face Yoongi with a smile. Leaning forward, she pecked him on the lips, the kiss lasting a lot longer than the two anticipated. Pulling away, you cupped your own cheek with your hand and stared at your boyfriend fondly, eyes sparkling like the stars of a night sky. God, how beautiful you were. "You're right. You always did, Yoongi."

Yoongi smiled, his teeth and gums exposed. However, the bright atmosphere and light mood was instantly drained when he remembered what he was supposed to do — tell you about Taehyung. Suddenly, he felt dread rise from the pit of his stomach, as if he was anticipating the worst thing that could of the upcoming situation. Still, he had to do this. There was no way around it. "Hey, babe... there's something I gotta tell you."

"Hm?," You hummed as a reply and snuggled into Yoongi's shoulder, smiling at the warmth he radiated. Again, the fire gem bearer felt surreal, for reasons he couldn't understand, and slowly stroked your head, twirling your silver hair around his fingers.

Resting his head on the crown of yours, Yoongi sighed loudly. He tried his best to stay calm, despite how his anger was slowly growing at the thought of him. "It's about Taehyung."

Contrary to what Yoongi said, you actually smiled, even laughing a bit at the mention of Taehyung, which made him raise an eyebrow at you. "Oh yeah, Tae. He's really... awkward but he's trying his best."

Yoongi hated possessive thoughts but he couldn't help but feel jealous at the tone of voice you used when Taehyung was mentioned, especially since it always came with a warm smile. Again, anger swirled in the pit of his stomach, his insides literally burning, but he did his best to conceal it. So, when he spoke, he unintentionally released a scowl. "Well, he's been doing a lot of things alright."

"What's that supposed to mean?," You replied while scooting away, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, smile suddenly gone. Your expression change was too drastic for Yoongi's taste.

Sighing, Yoongi rested his head on the head-frame of the bed, an arm resting on his knee. You were sitting next to him now, no longer snuggling close. The air was thickening with tension, his throat closing due to his anxiousness. "Babe... would you believe me if I told you that Taehyung has been hiding stuff from us? That he's been playing with our trust and lying to us?"

"What?," You whispered under your breath, obviously having difficulty processing Yoongi's words. Glancing up at him, you laughed, almost sarcastically. "Yoongi, you—"

"Babe, please hear me out," Yoongi held both of your arms, shocking you so much that you actually flinched. Seeing your reaction, he immediately massaged your arms to reassure you. You didn't say anything, though, and just stared at him with wide eyes as he continued to speak. "That night we spent in Taeyong and Momo's house... Remember when I woke up in the middle of the night because of a strange noise? It was Taehyung. He was sneaking out of the house."

Yoongi paused to scan your expression. You still had your eyes wide as you listened to each word he said but the fire gem bearer feared how he couldn't read you, how he had absolutely no clue what you were thinking at this very moment. Still, he remembered Jin's advice and pressed on. Just tell her the truth.

"I followed Taehyung and saw him meeting up with Shay," Just like Yoongi had expected, your eyes widened to its full capacity. He sighed again, his grip on your arms tightening, tension thickening. "Since I was hiding, I couldn't come closer to listen to their whole conversation but—"

"Yoongi, you're making zero sense right now," You released yet another sarcastic laugh and in that moment, Yoongi realized that you weren't taking him seriously at all. It irritated him, how he wasn't being listened to properly, and he found himself gritting his teeth. "Why would Tae be meeting Shay at late in the evening when in fact, she's dead?"

"Exactly!," Yoongi didn't mean to raise his voice but he was slowly getting frustrated, since he expected you to not doubt his words at all. "Sky, Taehyung lied. He spared Shay's life and since they met, they might have come into an agreement. What if he's planning to kill us all in our sleep?!"

"Wait, I don't understand," You shook your head, eyes dripping with disbelief. Yoongi wasn't sure if it was directed towards him or Taehyung and that fifty percent chance terrified him to the core. "Why would Tae spare Shay?"

"Because Shay is Taehyung's sister!," Again, your eyes widened, along with your jaw dropping in an instant. Yoongi himself couldn't believe what he had heard that night but it all started to make sense, like stars aligning into a constellation. Even though the darkness gem bearer was amazing at concealing his expressions, there was still something there whenever Shay was mentioned or around. And he thought he was too stupid to not have noticed. "Sky, listen, when they spoke to each other, I found out about a lot of things, including what Taehyung initially planned to do with us. His goal was to kill us all and take the gems to rule Vrede himself. He wanted to toss us away like objects. Please don't think of me as a snitch, alright? I'm just telling you this because it proves that he's a danger to us all. What if he's still onto that plan? What if he kills everyone in their sleep? Taehyung cannot be trusted, Sky, not anymore."

A silence. Yoongi stared at you as your expressions shifted into a mix of confusion, shock and anger. His stomach started to rumble in both anticipation and fear, wondering what was going on in your mind at that moment. He was still holding your arms tightly. What was he anticipating more, your reaction or a possible reason for you to dislike Taehyung? He hated how he sounded so evil. He just wanted to tell you the truth.

"I can't believe this," You scoffed loudly and Yoongi released a breath he didn't know he was holding in. Just as he was about to internally celebrate, you suddenly pulled away from his grasp and stood next to bed, staring at the fire gem bearer with burning eyes. "I can't believe that you'd say that."

Yoongi's mind went haywire as his greatest fear was slowly turning into a reality. He sat there and watched you walk around the room, both hands massaging your temples. "Sky—"

"Yoongi, all that Taehyung has ever done was to help us, even risking his own safety for it! Why are you—," You took a deep breath, tugging on your silver hair slightly, fingers curled, your hands balling fists. Yoongi has never seen you this angry before and it almost made him teary-eyed, the thought that he had instilled so much rage in you paining his heart. "I know that Tae being a Helian is a cause for concern but you saying all this... nonsense to make him sound like a bad guy is going way too far! Tell me one instance where he hurt any of us on purpose? None!"

"You don't believe me," Yoongi breathed out, his fingers clutching the bedsheets tightly. His anxiety and confusion was gone, instead replaced by fiery anger that had been slowly boiling inside him, now getting released bit by bit. He stood up with gritted teeth, orange eyes and flame-lit fingertips. Jin had believed him so easily, why won't you? "Why don't you believe me?"

"Listen to yourself, you just claimed that Taehyung might be planning mass murder on all of us!," You raised your hands in the air, Yoongi getting more and more frustrated by the second, the flames around his hands burning even more. "It sounds ridiculous. I'm sure that he would never hurt us, no matter the circumstances."

"Well, you're wrong!," Yoongi hissed, your eyes widening in shock because of his tone. The anger was slowly consuming him so he failed to notice the flicking purple color in his orange gem. He still made it a point not to touch you, however, because he didn't want to hurt you. "This whole time, I've been telling you the truth but you refuse to believe me!"

You stepped forward with gritted teeth until your face was merely inches away from Yoongi's. This time, there was no feeling of arousal or endearment from the two, instead their eyes were filled with pure anger. "The truth is that you, for some reason, dislike Taehyung and are trying to give him a bad image with stupid lies!"

"The truth is you don't trust me!," Yoongi finally exploded, the flames climbing up to his arms. He was angry that the hear of the flames reached his blood, his veins glowing orange through his pale skin and reaching his cheeks. He was taking deep breaths, chest rising and falling in a rhythm. For a moment, you were stunned by this but you quickly regained your composure. "But you trust Taehyung."

Again, a silence, one more painful and more suffocating than the first. You stepped backwards, eyes still wide, expression slowly turning back to your usual soft look. During this, Yoongi stared at you, his whole body doused in heat and anger and fury. Now matter how hard he tried to calm himself down, he just couldn't. It was like he was infected by a virus that made him feel nothing but rage.

"You're right," You finally said and Yoongi paused at how you suddenly looked like you were in your most extreme level of despair, his own anger fading away slightly at the sight. Shaking your head, your eyes were glassy now. "I don't trust you and you don't trust me. This will never work out."

Yoongi's heart shattered, his gut telling him what you meant but he refused to believe it. No, no, no, he was just overthinking. Surely, it wouldn't have lead to this. Deciding to play dumb, he asked the most stupid question anyone could ever think of in this current situation. "What won't work out?"

"Us," And with that single word, Yoongi's heart had officially broken into minuscule pieces he could no longer count, leaving a hole in his chest, cold and dark and lonely. You were close to tears now, a hand tugging on your silver hair. "Yoongi, if we're going to end up fighting like this all the time, then it will be better for the both of us to end this right now. Trust pulls a relationship together. Without it, what's the use?"

No. Yoongi refused, screaming mentally as he used every bit of power in him to not scream. He already lost so much in his life and he wasn't going to lose the only woman he has ever loved in his life too. Not being able to control himself, he grabbed both of your cheeks gently, still making sure that he wouldn't burn you, his flaming veins reaching his eyes. "D-Don't say that. We can work this out, we always could. We can still fix this, Sky, we can still—"

"No, Yoongi," You choked out, voice cracking, and pulled Yoongi's hands off your face. Flames were starting to rise from his body as he looked at you desperately. "We can't. It's— we're done."

Yoongi became rooted to the ground as your last words echoed in his mind. No, this wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening. He told the truth, what did he do wrong? He was helpless as you picked up your jacket and slipped it on, marching towards the door with loud steps. Snapping out of his trance, he told himself that he had to do something, that there was still a chance for him to salvage the situation. So, before you could open the door, the fire gem bearer grabbed your arm. "Sky, please... I love you."

It took a while until you turned around and when you did, Yoongi was greeted by the sight of your tear-stained face and trembling lips. Slowly, you slipped your arm away from his' and choked out a cry. "I'm sorry."

"No, wait, please—"

Yoongi was cut off by the door slamming to his face, leaving him alone in the room, only hearing your footsteps fade away from outside. He didn't what to do with all the feelings inside — should he laugh, cry or scream? Looking down and completely missing the fact that his gem was now completely purple, he went with the last option.

"Fuck," Yoongi whispered as he grabbed his head, eyes shaking from side to side, his vision turning dark. Stepping backwards, his feet left burnt footprints on the ground, every single vein in his body glowing bright orange, along with his eyes. He had just lost everything, everything he had. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

And with a final cry of despair, Yoongi exploded into flames, his whole body wrapped in hot blue fire which burned his clothes, red scales appearing on his face and hands. The whole room was burning, the wallpapers, the bed, the ground — but he didn't care. Right now, he felt nothing but anger and regret.

Yoongi heard the door of his room slam open, accompanied by multiple voices but he was so out of it that he didn't even bother to figure out who it was. Feeling hands on his shoulders, he realized that there was a finger in front of him, screaming to his face. With a clouded mind, he gritted his now pointed teeth and grabbed the person's neck.

"Don't fucking touch me," Yoongi spat, the muffled voices getting louder and more demanding. The person clawed on his hands as he continued to burn the other's neck and he realized that there was long hair brushing his fingers. He only snapped out of it when cold liquid was splashed on him.

Vision finally clearing, Yoongi released a soft gasp when he realized what he had done in the middle of his rage. Looking down and just catching the purple color fading from the fire gem, he saw the floor beneath his feet, colored a dark and burned shade of black, along with the walls, ceilings and other furniture. His clothes were tattered and torn, burn patches everywhere, hands still coated in fading blue flames.

However, what shocked Yoongi the most was Emily, who was on the ground, crying loudly with a burned neck. Jin was next to her, rubbing her thigh while healing her.

Yoongi realized that he had done this and decided to run out of the room, not having the heart to face them after what happened. However, he was stopped by Jin, who held his leg. Looking down, he met the water gem bearer's ocean blue eyes. "What happened?"

In between the confusion of why Jin didn't seem mad at all, Yoongi was able to reply: "I still lost her."

And he ran.

-

Jungkook's ears perked up like that of a deer's as he slowly picked up desperate thoughts coming from the hallway, short screams of I hate myself and I've lost her ringing in his ears. Tuning out Namjoon, who was babbling about something he wasn't interested in at the moment, he furrowed his eyebrows and concentrated on the voice, trying to figure out who it was. His wings folded behind his back, a sign of his focused state.

"—And that is exactly why I, Kim Namjoon, am the rightful heir to Jimin's position as the leader of the Single Men Club," Namjoon smirked proudly, his dimples popping, and crossed his legs as he leaned on the chair, which made a squeak. Glancing around his own room for a moment, he faced Jungkook, who was staring at the door intensely, and frowned at how he failed to garner a response from the angel. "Hey, Jungkook, were you even listening?"

Completely forgetting about their previous argument about Jimin and his position in the club, Jungkook shushed Namjoon with a finger to his mouth and gestured towards the door by cocking his head. "Someone is coming."

"Wha—," Namjoon zipped his lips when Jungkook shushed him again, mouth pressing into a thin line.

Where do I go? What do I do? How do I redeem myself from this pain and shame? Jungkook shook his head at how this person sounded so lost, which made him of the others and who would most probably go through this. Mind reading was a complex ability because the words came in a single monotonous voice and he can figure out it who it was by seeing the person or just analyzing the train of thought. Still, as the footsteps resounded, it was difficult for him to think of who this person was. Taehyung? He was captaining the ship. Jimin? God knows where he was. Hoseok? He was sure that the air gem bearer wouldn't produce sad thoughts.

Jungkook faced Namjoon, whose mind was filled with a mixture of confused thoughts and slight anticipation towards whoever was going towards the earth gem bearer's room, eyes widened and mouth slightly open. Even though the angel knew someone was coming, he still jumped when the door was slammed open.

Both Jungkook and Namjoon did not expect to see Yoongi, clothes burnt and torn, eyes void of any sort of emotion. They were silent as the fire gem bearer pulled out a chair from under a nearby desk and plopped on it noisily.

Jungkook, not really knowing what to say, faced Namjoon, who looked equally as shocked as he was. The purple haired boy cleared his throat, voice laced with doubt and hesitation. "Uh, Yoongi, what are you doing here?"

Yoongi flicked his dead eyes towards Namjoon, who flinched at the glare he received. Snarling, the grey haired boy faced the ground again, his replying coming in a low whisper that the two barely heard. "I'm late for the meeting."

Not at all understanding what Yoongi meant, Jungkook decided to look into his thoughts. As he slowly realized what had went on, why the fire gem bearer looked so lifeless, why his mind was clouded with the most depressing thoughts and why he had self-proclaimed himself as a member of the Single Men Club, his eyes widened. The worst part of it was that the unintentional cause of the break-up was none other than Taehyung.

"Wait, what?," Namjoon questioned, obviously not picking up on Yoongi's reasoning. Jungkook sighed at how the other boy had zero social cue analysis skills, despite his high IQ. "But you aren't si—"

Jungkook clasped his hand over Namjoon's mouth before he could finish speaking, mouthing a not anymore towards him, making sure that Yoongi wouldn't see. It took a few minutes until Namjoon finally, finally understood, his eyes widening even more if humanely possible.

Slowly, Namjoon pulled Jungkook's hand away from his face and stared at Yoongi, who was quietly looking down, as if waiting for something to happen. An awkward silence ensued because the two had absolutely no idea what to say, only staring at the fire gem bearer with a mixture of pity and sadness. The angel wanted to distract himself from the self-hating thoughts inside Yoongi's head so he went for Namjoon's, frowning because all he could hear was the questions of how it was like to be in a relationship. Again, he sighed loudly.

Jungkook jumped again when the door slammed open once more, the sound so sudden that both Namjoon and Yoongi hopped slightly in their seats. Standing in the doorway was none other than Jimin, orange hair messy and sticking out from every direction, cheeks puffed as he chewed on a yellow jelly-like fruit that resembled a banana. He was wearing a black and white striped tee and black ripped jeans.

Jimin, who failed to notice Yoongi's presence, smiled softly before closing the door. "Hey, guys."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, completely forgetting about their situation with Yoongi. Jungkook, however, did not get lost in his train of thought and decided to stay silent. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here for the meeting?," Jimin's statement sounded more like a question, an eyebrow raised as well. He was reaching for the chair originally positioned under the desk but Yoongi was already sitting on it. "Just because I have Kaeva doesn't mean I'm automatically out of the club. Besides, you guys are my friends, I can't just— Where's the freaking chair."

Frustrated, Jimin looked around for the chair and Jungkook the exact moment when the thunder gem bearer's eyes landed on Yoongi, who was still staring at the ground in silence.

Just like Jungkook had expected, there was a few moments of silence. Jimin glanced at Namjoon and the angel, then back at Yoongi, his eyes flashing with a mixture of shock and realization. Somehow, he had figured things out quicker than 148 IQ man did. "Yoongi, I—"

"Shut it," Yoongi hissed, slapping Jimin's hand away when the latter tried to hold his shoulder in comfort. "I don't need your pity. Just teach me the ropes and I'll go."

Jungkook sighed. This was going to be a long day.

-

"Seriously, Taehyung, you need to rest."

Taehyung rolled his eyes, turning away from the dark reflection of the sea and facing Hoseok with a snarl, his hands clutching the handles of the wooden steering wheel tightly. "I'm fine."

Hoseok sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, dark hair swaying to the side when he tilted his head. He then smiled, his mouth shaping into a heart, eyes crinkling into two crescents, and used both of his fingers to point at his own eyes. "Taehyung, look at your deep eye bags! You skipped dinner too. I'll take over, don't worry, you really really need rest."

Taehyung would admit that his body was sore but he didn't say it because it would obviously be projecting himself as someone weak, as someone who couldn't handle something as simple as driving Greta the whole day. And that was the last thing he wanted. He hated looking weak. So, he growled at Hoseok, fangs bared. "I said I'm fine. Besides, I bet you have zero knowledge of driving this ship. You'll end up killing us all."

"Ouch," Hoseok made an obviously fake expression of pain, placing a hand over his chest and shaking his head. He laughed at himself and expected Taehyung to do the same but frowned when he received a glare instead. "I have the intuition I can trust. That's enough to reassure me."

"Dat klinkt som," Taehyung whispered underneath his breath, failing to hide his words from Hoseok, whose eyebrow raised upon hearing it.

"I'm assuming that you just called me stupid or something," Hoseok sighed and stepped towards Taehyung, who was staring because the air gem bearer somehow guess the translation of his words right. The accurate intuition was pissing him off. "Look—"

"Don't even try touching me," Taehyung snapped, stepping backwards when Hoseok attempted to pat his shoulder.

Hoseok fell silent and stared at Taehyung for a good five seconds before grabbing the handle of the steering wheel instead. "What about a short break? Does that sound good to you?"

Knowing that their argument would never end if he said no, Taehyung gave in after releasing a loud groan of frustration. After all, he really did need some rest. "Fine. But only for an hour."

When Hoseok grinned cheekily and started whistling a tune, Taehyung had to get away because his glowing joy was too much for his taste. So, he marched down the stairs, seeing the illuminated end of the lobby. Yawning, he paused at the last step when he saw Emily standing in front of her and Jin's shared room, knocking on it for some strange reason. Being curious, he hid himself and watched quietly.

"Sky, hey, you can hear me, right?," Emily spoke softly, voice laced with sadness. Taehyung was a bit stunned by this, after all he had never seen her in such a down mood before. Taking in the fact that you were inside her room suddenly made him worry. What happened while he was outside? Were you hurt? He was so concerned about you that it actually made him disgusted. "Jin and I decided that we'd switch out with you and Yoongi for the meantime. Will that be alright? I can sleep in the extra room if you want."

There was a moment of silence, giving Taehyung time to think. Pressing his back to the wall, he collected his thoughts and did his best to piece everything together. First of all, something had obviously happened between you and Yoongi, something so bad that roommates had to be switched. But what?

Taehyung turned around the instant he heard the door opened and caught sight of your puffy tear-stained face on the other side, barely seen since you were only peeking. Feeling more furious than shocked, he balled his fists and gritted his teeth, your sadness irritating him. He just couldn't understand, why can't you just be happy?

"Come in," You said weakly, voice hoarse and cracking. Emily sighed before entering the room and softly shutting the door behind her.

Taehyung stepped out of the darkness and stared at the now closed door with a frown, internally debating whether he should knock or not. Comfort, it was the first lesson you thought, about how he should empathize with anyone who was down but he had no idea how. He was sure that he'd end up making things worse. You also mentioned that there were times when the people who needed comfort also needed space.

So, Taehyung walked away with a heavy heart and entered his room instead, getting the shock of his life when he saw big white feathered wings hovering next to his bed. Once he calmed down, his eyes started glowing purple in rage.

"What in Vrede's name are you doing in my room?," Taehyung surprised Jungkook so much that his wings straightened, some of the white feathers shedding off.

Turning around, Jungkook mumbled something himself as he collected the feathers fluttering in the air. Then, he put on a smile as he faced Taehyung, frowning because the bearer of the gem of darkness was obviously pissed. "Hey, Tae. I just wanted to talk—"

"You could have just waited for me outside!," Taehyung hissed, hands balled into fists. "Did you have to come in here without my permission?"

"Look, I'm sorry. It's just... I figured that you wouldn't be able to avoid me if I came in here," Jungkook sighed loudly and ran a hand through his blonde hair. He went silent for a few seconds, giving Taehyung time to stare at the angel's solemn expression. In turn, the younger boy glanced at him before releasing a sarcastic scoff and leaned on the wall, wings folding over his shoulders. "It sucks that I can't read your mind, you know that, Tae? I can't tell what you're thinking at all."

"What do you want?," Taehyung snapped, just wanting to get things over with so he could lay on his bed and finally get some well-deserved rest.

"It's about Yoongi and Sky," Jungkook's words made Taehyung's eyes wide slightly but he immediately masked his shock with a blank expression. "I think you'd want to know what happened."

So Jungkook told Taehyung everything that went on between you and Yoongi. As every second passed and as each words processed in his mind, he couldn't help but think, despite not knowing the actual cause of the argument, that it was all his fault.

And for the first time in his life, Taehyung felt guilty.

-

A/N - unedited : )

*hiding in bomb shelter* hi guys hahahaha just so y'all know yoonsky's breakup was planned from the very beginning of the story, with K's foreshadowing + yoongi and sky's doubt

anyways this was 8k words of major angst and plot development but, that doesn't change anything does it hahaha not even jinly fluff could make up for it hahahaha

note: I'm not sure if I'll be able to update the next chapter this week because I've got three upcoming exams :( I think i'll have to skip the next update, I hope you guys understand :(

see y'all in the next chap, if I ain't dead yet hahahaha