I woke with a start and felt like I was suffocating. I groaned and rolled over, trying to pull away from Yoongi, but he wouldn't let me.

"Yoongi, get off," I said, pushing at his arm.

Yoongi made a hurt sound. "You don't have to be mean about it," he told me as he pulled his arm from around me and rolled over to his other side.

As soon as his arm was off of me, I jumped out of bed and ran for the balcony. I stood there, sucking in deep breaths of the cool air. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to catch my breath. My whole body felt like something was sitting on top of it. I was trembling, and I couldn't seem to calm down. I sank down to the hard cement of the balcony and leaned my head on the seat of one of the chairs, still trying to suck in deep breaths.

The balcony door slid open and Yoongi was instantly at my side. "Cassi? Baby, what's wrong?" He made to reach for me, then stopped himself, pulling his arms back to his sides like he was afraid I would break or something.

I tried to answer him, but it just came out in rough pants of breath that didn't feel like it was fully reaching my lungs.

"What can I do to help, Cassi?" Yoongi asked, his voice sounding helpless.

I shook my head. There was nothing he could do. I was having a panic attack. I was gulping in air so fast that I started hiccupping. Yoongi got up and went back inside the hotel suite. When he returned, he knelt down beside me and handed me a glass of water. I took a drink of it, then another.

Yoongi was there, in front of me, staring at me the entire time. I stared back at him, letting his face that I loved so much ground me, and slowly, I started to calm down, my breathing started to even out, and the spots I had been seeing disappeared.

Once I finally felt like I could talk, I reached out for Yoongi, my fingers wrapping around his arm. "Th-thank you, b-b-baby."

"Are you okay?" he asked me, both his tone and his face laced with concern.

"I'm okay," I told him. "Just a panic attack."

"Do you have those often?" He asked as he sat down and pulled me up against his side.

I shrugged at him. "Often enough."

"Did something trigger it?" He asked me. His voice was soft. "I don't want to pry, I just want to know so that I can help in the future."

As if I needed to love this man any more.

"It was a nightmare," I told him.

"About what?" He asked. He pulled me over into his lap so that we could face each other.

"I don't..." I started, then trailed off.

"You don't know?" he asked. "Or you don't want to tell me? Either is fine, Kitten. It's your choice."

I didn't want to tell him, but his caring and sweetness just about made it impossible.

"They made you choose between BTS and me, and you didn't choose me," I told him. He started to speak, but I held up my hand. I wasn't finished. "We were getting married, and instead of saying 'I do', you decided to reject me as your soulmate instead. Then we were having a fight, and you told me to leave and never come back. You said that I was the worst thing that ever happened to you. Then you were hooking up with a back-up dancer. Then you told me that there was no way that you could ever love somebody like me. Then you we-"

Yoongi leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, shutting me up. When he pulled back, he gently caressed my cheek with his knuckles. "You had a nightmare about a million different ways that I could leave you?"

I nodded.

"And that gave you a panic attack?"

I nodded again. "I can't handle the thought of losing you, Yoongi. It hurts my heart and soul so much."

"Then don't think about it, Kitten," He says, holding my face between his palms. "I'm not going anywhere, Cassi. I love you. I am in this for the long-haul. The longest-haul. This shit is for life, babygirl. You're never getting rid of me. And besides....all of the back-up dancers are guys."

I laughed at that last part. I couldn't help it. I leaned my forehead down on his shoulder as I did, and he slid his arms around me.

"I love you, Cassi," He told me, kissing my temple.

"I love you too, Yoongi," I said as I closed my eyes and melted into his body heat.

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AllKpop.com

We are back with a bit more information about the sexy interlude heard over the speakers at the BTS sound check last week.

Video has finally surfaced of a certain bunny taking off from the side of the stage right after it ended, so we know that it wasn't the beautiful Maknae of BTS on the mic.

What's more, there was a bright ray of sunshine standing next to him at the beginning of the video, so it wasn't the BTS dance leader, either! I'm a little disappointed at this information, because, if you remember, I thought that our walking wet dream with the heart-shaped smile seemed like the most obvious answer. Nobody is that happy and joyful all of the time without having a secret dom side hidden inside of them, right? Although, I suppose it could be said that just because it wasn't the lanky glass of sweet tea that is our Hope wasn't the one getting it on backstage, doesn't mean that there isn't a dom side hidden underneath his perky, sexy exterior.

Also, I came across a new bit of information not five minutes before I sat down to write this. Apparently, around the time of the umm...business going on for all the world to hear, our resident God of Destruction was seen helping clean up a mess he had made. So I hear tell, our dimpled leader took a misstep and fell into the side of the craft table, sending food flying everywhere. It was so bad that pizza had to be ordered, and a LOT of it, at that. I also hear tell that Mr. Kim paid for the replacement pizza himself. While not the point of this little 'article', don't you just find that so endearing? ANYWAY. I guess that means that we can count him out, too.

In case you're keeping count, that is now FOUR out of seven that we can discount as the perpetrator of the little rendezvous that I'm sure is the talk of more than one over-worked office water cooler.

So now we just have to ask ourselves...was it the King of Dad Jokes? The cat himself? Or the alien?

I don't know about you, but I think that saying it is our 'Lil Meow Meow is just a bit too obvious. Surely he wouldn't be stupid enough to throw out the most obvious clue there is, would he, Kitten?

Only time will tell, my friends. I'll keep you posted.

(No cats were physically or mentally harmed in the writing of this 'article' and it should be pointed out that absolutely NOBODY thinks that he is stupid. Not even a little bit.)

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"Ouch! Hey!" Tae said, stumbling over his feet as Yoongi pushed him into his hotel room. "I said that I was coming, Hyung! Take it easy!"

"You said that you were coming after you won at Mario Kart," Yoongi said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah? So?"

"You were playing, Jungkook, Tae," Yoongi told him, his tone saying that the answer should be obvious. "I don't have 17 years to wait around for you to finally beat him. And even then, it'll probably only be because he went to the bathroom and you started a race without him."

"Hey! That's not nice!" Tae told him with a pout.

"Just calling it how the entire world sees it, Tae-Tae," Yoongi told him, putting an arm around his shoulder and ruffling his hair.

Taehyung shrugged him off. "Get off of me, and don't call me that when you're being an ass to me."

"Sit," Yoongi told him, pointing to an empty spot on the couch next to Jimin.

Taehyung grumbled but did as his Hyung told him to.

I sat at a small dining table that had been pushed into the corner. I was out of everyone's direct eyesight, though they all obviously saw me when they walked in, but no one questioned it.

"Why are we here, Hyung?" Namjoon asked from his seat in the middle of the couch.

Yoongi took a deep breath. "You've all heard about the uhh...sex tape."

"Correction," Jungkook said, holding up a finger. "We all heard the sex tape. In real time."

"Be quiet, Maknae," Yoongi said, shooting a glare at him. "But yes. You all heard it. And I want to apologize, because...it was me."

"We all kind of figured that out already, Hyung," Jimin said in his soft, sweet voice.

"You did?" Yoongi asked, surprised.

"Well yeah," Jin said, jumping into the conversation. "We all knew that it wasn't us, and asked, and found out that it wasn't anyone else..."

"You never asked me," Yoongi told him.

"We kind of already knew it was you," Tae said. "You just...seem the type."

"The type?" Yoongi asked, his brow furrowed. "The type to make a sex tape?"

"Can we please call it something else?" Namjoon asked. "It wasn't a sex tape. It was only audio. And raggedy audio, at that."

"Whatever you want to call it," Tae starts again. "Yoongi definitely seems the type for spanking and making a girl call him 'daddy.' Don't you think?"

"I didn't make her say that," Yoongi tried to point out. "She did that all on her own."

I was biting my bottom lip hard to keep quiet, and I could feel how red my face was because of their current line of discussion.

"So you've never asked a girl to call you 'daddy' in bed?" Jin asks. When Yoongi shakes his head no, Jin sits back against the chair he's in, crossing his arms. "Interesting. I learn something new about you every day."

"And just why is that information that you would need?" Yoongi asked him with an eye roll.

"Next week, next month, next year, next decade...Whenever it is that we stop making music," Jin starts, his face looking like he's actually thought this through. "I'm going to try my hand at having my own restaurant. But something like 20% of new businesses fail in the first year, 45% in the first five years, and 65% in the first ten."

"This is fascinating, Hyung," Yoongi said with a huff. "But how does your life plan pertain to the current conversation?"

"Well, if and when my restaurant fails, and I am strapped for cash, because I put everything that I had into that place, I am going to need some cash flow. And I have many, many secrets stored up here," he pointed to his temple. "That I can sell to the highest bidder."

"You're. Fucking. Ridiculous," Yoongi tells him, pausing between each word.

"Maybe, but it's a plan," Jin says with a shrug.

Namjoon scrunches up his face and shakes his head. "What in the hell were we even talking about?"

"Yoongi's secret, second life run as a porn star?" Tae offers, though not helpful.

"Who was the girl?" Namjoon asks him, his voice sounding like the leader that he is.

Hobi and Jungkook both turn their heads to look at me, then quickly look anywhere but at me. It's not quick enough, though, because everybody notices.

"Cass?" Jimin asks, his face clearly surprised.

"No way," Jin says, shaking his head. "There's no way. She's too good for you."

"Excuse me?" Yoongi asks him.

"How is it Cass?" Namjoon asks. "You two are always fighting. Always."

"Oh!" Tae says, looking way too excited. "Was it hate sex? That's kind of hot!"

"Shut up, Taehyung!" Namjoon, Jin, and Hobi all yell at him at once.

"It wasn't hate sex," Yoongi told him. "She's my soulmate."

"WHAT?!" the four guys who didn't already have this information say at once, all of them standing up.

"She's your soulmate?" Jimin asks.

"How?" Tae says. "How is that even possible. You two don't match at all."

"Are you sure?" Jin asks. "Is there a chance that you made a mistake?"

"Why didn't you tell us?" Namjoon asks. "We could have helped you cover it up. But now they've figured out that it wasn't four of us. It's just a matter of time..."

"So what if they figure it out?" Yoongi asks, walking over to where I'm sitting and reaching for my hand. "They're going to find out sooner or later anyway."

"Yoongi," I say, trying to shush him.

"No, Kitten," he says to me. "It's true. They have to find out eventually. Maybe we should tell the world before they figure it out. Get out ahead of it."

"Should we have maybe talked about this first?" I ask him. "Alone."

"I hate to say it this way, Cassi, but they should have a say in it, too," he says, nodding towards the other members. "They're involved. They're going to get asked questions. This is going to change a lot."

I stare up at him. "I get what you're saying, and it makes sense, baby. But...I don't like the idea of somebody else having a say in our relationship."

"It's not our relationship that they have a say in, Kitten," he says, reaching up with his free hand to touch my cheek. "Just the way that we handle the fallout."

Jin holds his hand up in the air like he's in class and wants to ask a question. "I just have to ask again...are you sure? Could you have made a mistake about the whole soulmate thing?"

Yoongi looks down at me. "Are you comfortable with showing them?"

I know he means my soulmate marking, so I nod my head. He uses his hand to tug me up out of the chair and we walk to the front of the room, then Yoongi tugs down the left hip of his sweats and I do the same with my leggings, just enough so that they can see the star on my hip.

They all gasp. Even Hobi and Jungkook, because, even though they already knew this, they hadn't actually seen the proof, yet.

"Those are gorgeous," Jungkook says, tilting his head a little as he looks at our marks. "Like art."

"I've never seen soulmate marks withs so much color," Tae says.

"Can I ask a question?" Namjoon interrupts everybody's comments. He looked at me. "When stuff was...going on...you said something about asking for a new soulmate, and Yoongi said that you already tried that, and Fate gave you back to him. What did that mean?"

"I uhhh...I had my mark removed," I told him. I might as well just go with the truth, right?

"You had it removed?" Jimin asked, his handsome face scrunched up in confusion. "Then how...?"

Yoongi and I both shrugged at him, before Yoongi answered. "We don't know, exactly. We were talking, and I touched her hip, and it hurt her pretty bad. I thought that it was just the after effects of the removal, but when I tried to look at it to make sure that she was okay, her mark was back. Less than twelve hours after she had it removed."

"Woah..." Tae and Jimin said together.

"I guess that you guys were really made for each other," Namjoon said.

"How can we help?" Jin asked.

I didn't know how they could help, and neither did Yoongi. But it meant a lot to both of us that we had their full support. They would stand behind us, no matter what. 

"Okay, but why did you call him 'daddy'?" Tae asks, making everyone else in the room groan in frustration. 

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A/N: In case you didn't already know, Yoongi is not my bias. Or my wrecker. Those titles go to Hobi and JK. But I like to call Yoongi my secondary wrecker. He has been coming for me hard the past couple of months. He's just so effortlessly sexy, and I want to lick him like an ice cream cone. Get your mind out of the gutter. I don't mean that part of him. Okay... I mostly don't mean that part of him. Anyway! I really have no point here. So...I hope that you're all staying safe and healthy, my loves. -------Kat

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