I giggle and let him pull me along behind him. As soon as we were inside the bedroom of his suite, he shut the door, then pushed me up against it. His lips were on mine in an instant, kissing me so hard that it took my breath away. His tongue slipped into my mouth and my senses were invaded by the taste, smell, and feel of him.

I moaned into his mouth as his hands slid under the shirt of his that I was wearing. His touch seared my skin in the best possible way as his hands moved along my stomach and around to my back, pulling me closer to him.

I broke our kiss to suck in a breath. "Jesus, Yoongi."

"Sorry, Kitten," he tells me. "I can't wait. I need you."

"You can have me, baby," I tell him as I run one of my hands up into his mint green hair. "I'm already yours."

He leans his forehead to mine and groans softly. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that." He pulls back and away from me, taking my hand again and leading me over to the bed. He sits down and pulls me on top of him until I'm straddling his lap. He lays back on the bed and looks up at me. "God. You're fucking beautiful."

I blush and run my hands over his torso, then under the hem of his shirt and up over his skin. He groans softly and closes his eyes. When I move my hands back down to the hem of his shirt and start to push it up his body, his eyes pop open and he grabs my hands, making me stop.

"What?" I ask him, confused.

"Don't."

"Don't what?" I ask him. I am so confused as to what in the hell is going on.

"Just...leave my shirt alone, okay?" He asks me.

"Yoongi, no," I tell him. "I want to see you." I try to pull my hands away from his, so that I can try again, but he won't let go.

"No, Cassi," he insists. "You know how I feel about this stuff."

"About other people seeing you, sure," I say, my voice starting to show how upset this is making me. "But not me. I'm your soulmate, Yoongi."

"I feel this way about anyone seeing me, Cassi," he tells me. He looks to the side instead of at me. "Even you."

"Yoongi, come on," I say. "That's silly. Why even me?"

"It's not silly," he says. His voice sounds like he's getting annoyed and he's still not looking at me, now he's looking at the ceiling. "You dress Jungkook every day. You see his body and his abs...I can't compete with that."

"Compete?" I ask him, moving off of his lap to sit on the edge of the bed. "Jesus, Yoongi. Jungkook is a baby. I mean...not really, but I don't see him that way. But I do want to see you."

"No."

"So...what?" I ask him. "We're just going to have sex with our clothes on for the rest of our lives? Are we Amish now?"

"You don't have to leave your clothes on," he says. "And I don't know what 'Amish' means."

"No," I tell him. "Hell no. I'm not going to spend the rest of my life like this. Not even for my soulmate. It's your choice, Yoongi. You can either get over this, or..."

"Or what, Cassi?" he asks me, sitting up and finally looking at me. "I'm your soulmate, and I'm sorry, but this is how it is."

"No," I say again, standing up. "You go right on ahead and continue being a prude for the rest of your life, Yoongi. For a stupid fucking reason. Because you think that I'll be disappointed because I've seen Jungkook with his shirt off? So has the rest of the world. He literally lifts his entire shirt up during Fake Love. And yet, somehow, women see that and continue to love their own husbands, boyfriends, and soulmates. This is fucking stupid. Jungkook might be hot, sure, but Jesus, Yoongi, he has absolutely nothing on you and how damn effortlessly sexy you are. How can you not see that?"

"Cassi..."

"NO, Yoongi!" I yell at him. I head for the door to the bedroom, pulling it open. "I'll continue to be your stylist and we will just pretend like this soulmate bullshit never happened."

I slam the bedroom door behind me and grab my purse on the way to the door to the hotel room. I check up and down the hallway, to make sure that nobody will see me coming out of his room, then I book it for the elevator and head down to the floor the staff is staying on.

When I walk into the room, Kelsey, the only other American on the stylist team looks at me.

"What in the hell are you wearing?" she asks, making a face at me.

"I uhh..." I look down. I had forgotten that I was still wearing Yoongi's clothes. "I spilt something on my clothes at the venue and somebody loaned me some clothes."

"Oh. Okay," she says, going back to filing her nails. "Just making sure you didn't wear that all day."

"You went to the venue with me earlier, Kels," I tell her. "You know I had regular clothes on."

She shrugs at me. "I forgot. Sorry. You know how my brain is."

She wasn't wrong. I swear she must have had some sort of brain injury as a child. You could tell her something, and 10 minutes later, she'd ask the same question. She was like 10 Second Tom of 50 First Dates.

I walked over to my bag and grabbed some pajamas, then I went to take a shower. I was in there for so long that the water turned cold. I just stood under the stream and cried. I couldn't believe that my life had come to this. I'm not sure that asking to be his stylist again was the best idea. I should have waited. I should have made sure that this was going to stick.

I'm so stupid.

I know how Yoongi and I are with each other. Why in the hell did I think that this would work out? Some people might not think that what he wanted was a big deal, but I thought that it was ridiculous. I'm his damn soulmate. It shouldn't be like how it is for everybody else. I should be more important than whatever stupid thing is keeping him from letting me see him.

To be honest, I really thought that I had already seen him mostly naked before, but I guess not. Actually, now that I thought about it, Yoongi was very careful to never have his shirt off in front of anybody.

I just don't understand why.

I finally got out from under the cold water and got dressed. When I walked back into the room, Kelsey was already in bed and the lights were off.

"Please turn off your phone, Cass," she mumbled from under the blanket that was covering her head. "It won't stop going off."

I walk over to my bed and pick up my phone from where I had tossed it before I got in the shower.

27 missed calls

32 unread messages

I checked, but I already knew. They were all from Yoongi.

Yoongi: Cassi, come back here.

Yoongi: You can't just run off every time we get in a fight.

Yoongi: I really hate when you do that. You just take off every time things get heated.

Yoongi: What happened to making up after we fight?

Yoongi: Cassi, come on. Answer your phone.

Yoongi: Please, Cassi.

I stopped reading there. This wasn't a fight. This was a damn deal breaker for me.

I turned off my phone and climbed into bed. I turned away from Kelsey and faced the balcony. The curtains were open and I could see the dark sky outside that was littered with millions of twinkling stars.

I watched them as I quietly cried myself to sleep. 

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A/N: I think that I've said this before, but I do realize that in a present timeline, Yoongi no longer has green hair. I don't care. Mint Yoongi will always be supreme to me. Don't come at me. And thank you for reading. 

-------Kat