"Hey, Cass, can you fix this for me?" Jungkook held up his arm to show me a string that had come loose and was hanging from the fabric around his wrist.

"Yeah, hang on," I told him. I turn around to dig through my bag until I find a pair of scissors, then I snipped it off and turned his wrist to make sure that none of the sequins fell off. "It looks okay to me."

"Thanks, Cass," tells me with a smile.

I heard Yoongi sigh dramatically over in the corner, where he's sitting. I ignore him. Just like I've been doing for the past two weeks. I don't talk to him, I don't look at him. I hand him his clothes and that's it. 

Two weeks. It's been two weeks of this. He tries to call me, but I don't answer. He tries to text me, but I don't answer. He tries to talk to me in their dressing room, but I still don't answer.

There is nothing he can say that will make me agree to this. I live off of touching and being touched. I refuse to be with somebody who won't even let me see him with his shirt off. Who won't let me really touch him. 

Soulmate or not, I don't care. 

 I'd rather be alone.

I walk over to the rack of Yoongi's clothes for the show, and toss his first outfit at him.

He picks it up and looks at it, then tosses it back at me. "I'm not wearing it."

I pick it up and toss it back onto his lap, then turn around to check out the outfit that Hobi just put on. I walk around behind him to brush the wrinkles out of his shoulders, and notice that Yoongi still hasn't moved. The clothes are back on the floor and he's leaning back in the chair with his eyes closed.

I grit my teeth so loudly that it gets Hobi's attention.

"You need to talk to him," he whispers to me.

"No."

"Tell me what happened," he said as he faced me, still whispering. "You guys were so happy when I left you, and it lasted what? An hour? What went wrong?"

"Hoseok," I start, taking a deep breath. "You know that I love you, right?" He nods. "And that you're one of my best friends?" He nods again. "And that I would do anything for you?" He, of course, nods. "Then please don't be offended when I tell you to mind your own fucking business."

Hobi gasps a little as I turn away from him and head over to pick up the clothes that Yoongi threw on the floor, and try to hand them to him again.

"I don't know what you just said to him, but he's about to cry," Yoongi tells me. "Don't take it out on him just because you're pissed at me."

"I'm not pissed at you," I say.

"Ohhhh. She speaks," he says with an eye roll. "If you're not pissed at me, then what are you?"

"Indifferent."

He frowned and looked down at his hands. "No you're not. You can't be."

"Oh, please, Mighty Min Yoongi," I say, gesturing out in front of me with my hands. "Tell me about my own feelings, won't you?" I roll my eyes and turn away from him. 

"I realize that it's about 87% of your personality, but is the sarcasm really necessary?" he asks. He sounds annoyed, but I really don't care. So am I. 

"Yes," I tell him. "Sarcasm is all that I have in life. It's the only thing that I can count on. Well...that and Rizzo, but I can't be with him right now."

I turn to walk away, but Yoongi grabs my wrist, whispering softly. "He's not all that you have, Kitten."

A little thrill went through me at him calling me that for the first time in weeks. I turned to face him. "Have you changed your mind?"

He shakes his head no.

I frown and tug my wrist out of his grasp. "Then Rizzo is all that I have."

"Fine," he said, standing up in front of me. "But while you're being pissed for no reason, I'm not wearing that." He points at the clothes that he threw on the floor again.

"Why the hell not?" I ask him. "It doesn't show anything. It's perfect for Amish Yoongi."

"I looked up what Amish means, and that's rude," he told me. "I'm still not wearing it."

"Tell me why."

"Look, Backstreet Boy," he says, pointing a finger at me. "I said no. You're my stylist. Fix the damn problem."

"But you won't tell me what the problem is!" I yell at him. "How am I supposed to know what to fix?"

"Yoongi-Hyung, stop being a dick."

"Stay out of this Hoseok," Yoongi said to him.

I could see Jungkook look at Hobi from the corner of my eye. "Why do they hate each other so much? I thought that they were soulmates?"

"They are soulmates, Kook," Hobi tells them. "They're perfect for each other. They just can't see it."

"No," Yoongi said, looking at Hobi and Jungkook. 'We're not perfect for each other. If we were, then she would be a hell of a lot more understanding of things."

"No. If we were," I started, crossing my arms. "Then you would be a lot more open with me about stuff and realize that I'm your soulmate and not some random person. Things should not be the same for me."

"Well they are. Get the fuck over it."

Oh no he didn't. 

"No, you get the fuck over it!" I yell at him. "How fucking dare you! This is your issue, Yoongi. Not mine."

"You're wrong," he says, shooting daggers at me. "It's your issue with my issue that's the problem."

"Oh, of course!" I yell, throwing my hands up in the air. "It's all my fault. Nothing is ever Yoongi's fault. Min Yoongi is perfect in every way, and what he says goes. Nobody else's opinions matter."

"That's not what I said, Cassiopeia," he shouts at me. "I listened to your opinion, I just didn't agree with it."

"So then you're admitting that you got to make this big decision, and I had not say in it?"

"What? No!" He yells. "Stop twisting my fucking words around, woman!"

Jungkook titled his head towards Hobi to whisper to him. "Do you feel like we're watching our parents fight? Or is that just me?"

"It's definitely not just you, Kook."

"I'm not twisting your words around, Mr. Min!" Yep. I went there. "I'm just repeating back what you said."

"Stop it with that fucking shit, Cassiopeia," he growls at me. "You know that I hate that."

"It was your idea in the first fucking place!" I tell him. "I don't know why you get pissy over me doing what you said!"

"Maybe I'm fucking pissy because you wouldn't do the one thing that I really need for you to do."

"Are they talking about a blow job?" Jungkook quietly asks Hobi. 

"No, Maknae. I'm pretty sure that they're not." 

"No. I'm not going to live like that, Yoongi," I tell him, lowering my voice. "I refuse. I will do absolutely anything for you. But I won't do that."

"I knew it," he said, staring at me. "I knew that Fate made a huge cosmic mistake. I knew that we weren't actually meant to be soulmates. Something got so screwed up that they gave me the worst possible person on the planet to be my soulmate."

I gasped in shock a little, staring at him for a moment. I couldn't believe that he had just said that. I couldn't believe that he really thought that. Here I was, thinking that, maybe, possibly, we'd eventually get over this bump in the road and figure things out.

And all he was doing was thinking that I was never meant to be his soulmate.

It broke my heart, and I did the only thing that I could before Yoong, Hobi, and Jungkook could see me cry.  

I ran. 

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A/N: Yep. 

-------Kat

This might be my new favorite Yoongi gif. Not sure why. He just looks fucking gorgeous in it.