Yoongi Do you think I'll ever find anyone?

Yoongi I mean, everyone I'm with leaves me.

Yoongi What's wrong with me?

Yoongi Am I just hopeless or something? Unlovable?

Yoongi Is it me or them?

Yoongi I try my best, you know? To be a good boyfriend. What else can I do?

Yoongi You're probably busy. Sorry.

Yoongi Full disclosure: I've been drinking.

Yoongi You probably guessed that by now.

Yoongi You're so nice, Han.

Yoongi Why are you so nice to me?

Yoongi was in the middle of writing yet another text when his phone rang, startling him into dropping it. He didn't even look at who was calling before he picked it up and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Step away from the whiskey, Yoongles."

Yoongi paused. "Hana?"

"Look, I don't mind that you're texting me, but I just have a feeling you'll regret it once you're sober."

"Why would I regret texting you?"

"You're getting kinda deep. I'm just not sure if you'll feel comfortable having divulged such things to me."

"But I'm comfortable with you."

"Do you think you should just talk to Namjoon, though?"

"He's at work."

"Oh."

There was a pause, then a sigh. "Do you want me to come over, Yoongles?"

Yoongi blinked. "But why?"

"Okay, so that's a 'no'," Hana said with a chuckle.

"No, I don't mean to be rude. I just – "

"It's okay. You just seem like you might want some company. But it may not be a good idea after all. You'll probably just say more you'll wish you hadn't."

"I don't understand why you think I'll regret talking to you."

"You'll understand when you're sober."

Yoongi shook his head. "I don't think I'll regret it. You're nice."

Hana chuckled again. "You're nice, too, Yoongles."

"Han, do you think there's something wrong with me?"

"No," Hana answered immediately. "You're a really great guy, and I think there's something wrong with the girls that take advantage of that."

"You wouldn't do that, would you?"

Hana again paused. "I think that might be my cue to hang up. Why don't you lie down and try to get some rest."

"But – "

"It's okay, Yoongles. I know you don't mean a lot of what you're saying right now. I just want you to quit while you're ahead, okay? And maybe lay off the whiskey for the rest of the day?"

Yoongi sighed. "Okay."

"Good. Call me later if you want, but only after you've sobered up a little."

"Okay," Yoongi repeated.

"Bye, Yoongles."

"Bye, Han."

Once they'd hung up, Yoongi ambled to the kitchen, wanting food. His friends had left about an hour earlier after he continuously promised them he'd be okay. And he was, he'd reasoned drunkenly with himself. But he'd continued drinking after they'd left just the same.

Yoongi eventually dropped into a chair with the ramyeon it had taken way too long for him to make. He groaned as he tried and failed to lift some of the noddles with his chopsticks. He eventually gave up and went back into the kitchen to grab a fork.

As he sank back into the chair, he sighed. He had to stop doing this to himself. But he didn't know what else to do. He was consumed by racing, nagging, torturous thoughts all the time these days. And he didn't know how to handle them, let alone make them go away.

He also found himself thinking more and more about Hana, which honestly confused him. He supposed that's why he had decided to text her. He was grateful that she was patient with and understanding of him. But he felt like he shouldn't be thinking about her so much. It's not like he thought of his other friends that way.

Yoongi shook his head. He really needed a distraction. And after the way he'd been coping lately, he wanted something other than alcohol. After finishing his meal, he decided to continue sobering up by watching a movie. It didn't do much to calm his mind, but it was nice to think of something else for at least a little while.

-

The next morning wasn't the best for Yoongi, but he knew he couldn't call out again. He decided to stop for a coffee to help his slight hangover before making his way to work.

There were multiple cafes on his route to work, but he found himself in Hana's cafe, halfway hoping she'd be there. She wasn't, which Yoongi thought was strange due to their constant running into each other. But he ordered his usual nonetheless. And though it was good, he noted it wasn't quite as good as it was when Hana made it.

He had just settled into his office chair at his desk when his phone buzzed indicating a text message. He wasn't sure if he wanted to look at it, after reading his ranting he'd sent to Hana the day before. He was embarrassed, and he vaguely remembered her telling him something like he would be. Eventually he shook his head and picked up the phone. It's not like he could avoid everything forever.

Misun Next Friday, 8am. Dr. Lee Sanghee

He stared at the words and the address that followed them. So this was it. One week from today, he'd find out if he was going to be a father. He sighed as he stood to head to his boss's office to ask if he could have yet another day off of work. He'd decided to just explain that it was a family matter. After all, he may be adding more to his.

The week passed by agonizingly slowly, just as Yoongi had feared it would. He kept to himself during that time, and didn't see any of his friends, not even Namjoon. He barely even spoke to any of them. And that included Hana. He didn't speak to her at all, in fact.

She had texted him a few times, but he never replied. He wasn't entirely sure why, but he assumed it to be because the topic of Misun and the baby would come up, and he wanted to keep all of that to himself for the most part. His own twisted brain was telling him that he shouldn't talk to anyone about it until he knew officially whether or not the baby was his.

Friday finally came, and Yoongi found himself following a nurse nervously toward the patient room where he knew Misun was waiting. When the door was opened, Misun, who was laying on the patient table, burst into tears. Yoongi watched her confusedly.

"What's wrong?"

"You came," Misun said quietly.

"Well, yeah, of course I did."

Misun sniffled. "Ryung's not coming."

Yoongi blinked. "Why not?"

"H-He said he couldn't deal with the responsibility, even if the baby is his."

Yoongi scoffed. "So much for 'stepping up like a man'."

More tears escaped Misun's eyes. "You-You'll help me if it's yours, right?"

"Of course," Yoongi answered immediately. "I'm here, aren't I? And I'd be there for you during the pregnancy."

Misun hiccupped a small sob. "But you won't if it's not yours. Right?"

Yoongi sighed. "Let's just wait and see how this turns out."

He'd already made up his mind. He didn't plan to get back together with Misun either way. But in that moment, he didn't want to upset her anymore than she already was. It wasn't good for the baby, and it wasn't something he wanted to do, no matter how he felt about Misun.

When they doctor eventually entered the room, both Misun and Yoongi were shocked to see an exceptionally long needle in her hand. She explained that she would be inserting it into Misun's abdomen to extract some of the amniotic fluid from her uterus. Misun's eyes nearly popped out of her head. Yoongi quickly moved toward her head and turned his body to block the sight of the needle.

"Just look at me, okay?" he said. "Keep your eyes on me."

Misun looked into Yoongi's eyes, and though they were fearful, her gaze did soften a bit. Yoongi was grateful to be helping her since he didn't really want to see the procedure either.

When it was over, a nurse came in to take a blood sample from Yoongi. Afterward, all they could do was wait. After about five minutes of silence, Misun spoke quietly.

"Will you please just tell me if you're going to leave me if the baby's not yours."

Yoongi sighed. "Misun, I don't wish any ill will toward you. And I'll hope your pregnancy goes well either way. I wish you happiness because I don't hate you." Yoongi took a deep breath. "But I don't want to get back together with you either way. The trust was broken, and I won't be able to get over that for a long time, if at all."

Misun hung her head but Yoongi could see tears falling into her lap. "I understand," she whispered. Then, she looked up at him and Yoongi could tell she was being completely honest when she spoke her next words.

"For what it's worth, Yoonie, I'm so sorry."

Yoongi's gaze softened. "Thank you," he said quietly.

Misun nodded. "I hope that will help you be able to move on."

Suddenly, a distraction occurred in the form of the doctor, who entered the room holding a piece of paper. Yoongi sucked in a breath as he watched her expectantly.

"Mr. Min is not the father."

Yoongi let out the breath and turned to Misun, who had cried out despite trying not to. He grabbed her hand and stroked her hair.

"It will be okay, Misun. You'll be a wonderful mother no matter what."

But Misun just shook her head. She was sobbing so hard, she could barely catch her breath.

The doctor watched them sympathetically. "Is there anything else I can do for either of you today?" she asked gently.

Yoongi shook his head, and the doctor exited the room. "C'mon, Misun. Let's get you home."