******Yoongi's POV*******

As soon as the door closes behind her, Hoseok turns to glare at me. "Are you fucking stupid?"

"Huh?" I ask him in confusion.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Jungkook asks me.

"What?" I ask. I'm so confused. Surely they can both see what a bad match Cassi and I are together.

"I can't believe that you said that to her," Hobi says, shaking his head.

Oh. Ooookay...

"Isn't it the truth?" I ask them.

"Seriously, Hyung," Jungkook said. "For somebody so smart, you're really fucking stupid. I can't believe that you told her that."

"What? I asked. "Why wouldn't it be true?"

"Because you love her, you idiot!" both Jungkook and Hobi yelled at me at the same time.

"No I don-" I start, then I gasp and cover my mouth. "Oh my God."

"That's what we've been trying to tell you!" Jungkook says, his voice sounding a little desperate.

"I've been trying to tell you that for two years, Yoongi!" Hobi tells me.

"How did you not know this?" Jungkook asked me.

"I don't...I don't know," I said, sitting down on a chair. "I knew that I liked her, had feelings for her even. But love?" I shook my head. "I had no idea."

"What're you going to do about it?" Hobi asks me.

I rub my hands up and down my face. "I have no idea. How do I fix this?"

"I don't know, Hyung," Jungkook says, his eyes on me. "But you'd better be prepared for a big, romantic gesture."

"A...romantic gesture?"

"Yeah," Hobi adds. "Big. BIG. HUGE."

"Like what?" I ask them. "I don't know how to do this. You know that I'm not a romantic person."

"Umm...yes you are, dummy," Hobi says, rolling his eyes. "Look at your lyrics. Look at your actions towards us."

"That shit's not romantic," I tell him, rolling my eyes back at him. "That's just me taking care of my brothers. Getting you what you want or need."

"Exactly," Hobi says. He moves closer and I look up at him. "What's the one thing that she always talks about wanting?"

"I dont..." I start, but then it dawns on me, and I look up at Hobi, my eyes wide.

He nods at me. "You have to find a way to make it happen."

"How?"

Hobi shrugs at me. "I don't know, man. But you're Min Fucking Yoongi. Use that. Make it happen."

"Make what happen?" the Maknae pipes in, completely confused.

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I can not possibly get far enough away from Min Yoongi right now. I feign being sick and get one of the other stylists to cover for me. I debate leaving completely and going back to South Korea. Or America. But I decide that I refuse to let him win. He might be one of the stars of the show, but I had worked my ass off to get where I was, and I wasn't going to ruin it just for Min Yoongi.

No.

No way in hell.

But for now, I was going to let him win for a few hours. They had a show to do, and I was in a new city. I never get to go exploring whenever we went on tour, and today, I was going to change that.

After a few hours, I had a couple of bags with things to send my family, and I was exhausted. I shouldn't be. I was more than used to our tour schedule. But I guess that the fight with Yoongi took a lot out of me.

I headed back to the hotel. Nobody was back yet. The show should just be ending by now. So I had the whole room to myself for once. I sat down on my bed and pulled out my laptop, then I got to work researching something that had been on my mind since I left the venue.

My phone rang and I looked at it.

Hobi.

"Hello?"

"Cass?" he said.

"Of course it's me, dummy," I said with a laugh. "Who else would be answering my phone."

"Well you sound weird," he tells me.

"Sorry," I say. I shrug, even though he can't see it. "I was really into some research that I was doing on my laptop."

"What kind of research?" He asks me.

"How to remove a soulmate marking."

"Cass, you can't," he tells me. I can hear the frown in his voice.

"I can, Hobi," I reply. "It says that it's painful, but possible. It's not like anything could be more painful than the way that Yoongi talks to me, looks at me, or treats me."

"He loves you, Cass," Hobi says. "He might not know how to show it, but he does."

"Sure, Hobi," I say, rolling my eyes. "Sure. Whatever you say. He loves me. Mmhmm."

"You don't have to be a smartass," he tells me.

"I do when you're being completely fucking ridiculous!"

"How is me saying that Yoongi loves you, me being ridiculous?" he asks me.

"Because it couldn't be farther from the truth," I say.

"Cass...:

"You heard what he said to me, Hobi. He doesn't want me as his soulmate," I pause to take a deep breath so that I don't start crying. "So I'm going to make it so that I'm not. Maybe some other, more deserving person somewhere will have the mark appear on them, and he can find them. It's happened before when people have gotten their mark removed."

"So you're going to reject him as your soulmate?" he asks.

"He rejected me as his soulmate today, Hobi," I remind him. "You were there. You heard him. I..I love him, Hobi. I want him to be happy. This is the only way that I can give that to him."

"Cass..."

"Please stop saying my name like that," I beg him. "I'm not trying to make you feel sorry for me. I'm just telling you how it is. He rejected me as his soulmate today. So I am going to make that permanent, so that he can find somebody he loves who can give him what he needs to be happy in life."

"Okay, enough," Hobi says. "Tell me what the hell happened between you guys. Now."

"No."

"Damnit, Cass!" he almost yells through the phone. Well...not really yells. Hobi never yells. "Tell me."

"It's not my thing to tell, Hobi," I say. "It's Yoongi's. He has every right to keep it to himself, and I'm not going to go around and tell people about it."

"Is his dick deformed or something?"

"Oh my God, Hoseok!" I say loudly into the phone.

"What?" He asks, trying to sound all innocent now. "You won't tell me, so I have to come to my own conclusions."

"And that is what you came up with?" I ask.

"Yep. Dick deformity," he says. "That's my best guess. That's what I'm going with."

"I double-dog-dare you to ask Yoongi if that's what the issue is."

"No ma'am," he says a little too quickly.

I giggle at him. "You know what? I love you, Jung Hoseok. You're a good friend."

"Love you, too, Cass," he tells me. "I'm sorry about your soulmate's dick deformity."

I groan into the phone. "GOODBYE, Hoseok."

"Bye, Cass."

I set my phone down and go back to my research. Hobi made me feel better, but I still wanted to do this. After talking to Hobi, I realized what the real reason that I wanted to do this was. 

It's not for me.

It's for Yoongi. 

Because I'm stupid, and somehow, I fell in love with that idiot. 

I don't know how or when it happened, but it's true. 

I am in love with Min Yoongi. 

And I'm going to do the one that that will insure that I never get to be with him. 

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A/N: I don't know why, but I am so addicted to writing this story. Did you figure out what Yoongi is going to do for Cassi? I hope that you are all staying safe and healthy, lovelies. -------Kat