"I can't fucking believe that you did that to me," Yoongi fumes as he slams into the room and rips off his leather jacket, throwing it in my direction.

"What?" I ask, confused. I pick the jacket up from where it landed at my feet and brush off the sleeves. "I didn't do anything. I've just been sitting here."

"Don't give me that shit, Cassi," he roars at me. "You knew this would happen."

"I know that what would happen, Yoongi?" I ask him. Sure, we fight a lot, but usually, I know what it's about.

"My shirt. You left it untucked, on purpose, so that it would keep riding up while we danced." I watch as he falls down onto the couch, covering his face with his hands.

"I didn't know that would happen," I insist. I point at the TV in the room. "What's more, I watched the whole performance, and I didn't even notice."

"Then you were watching somebody who wasn't me," he grumbled. "Because it happened. Several times. You KNOW that I don't like to show my skin like that, Cassi. You know it. How could you do this to me?"

I fold the jacket over my arm and look down at the ground. I am not going to cry again. I'm not. It's been months since his yelling made me cry. I took a deep breath and blinked a few times to try and calm down the liquid that's trying to leak out of the corners of my eyes.

"I don't think that this is working out," he says, his head still in his hands. "Maybe we can ask for you to be switched to a member who's not me."

"Wh-What?" I stutter. He couldn't be serious, could he? "You're firing me?"

"Oh calm the hell down," he tells me, rolling his eyes. "I'm not firing you. I can't fire you. I don't have that kind of power. Believe me, I asked. I'm just saying that maybe you could keep styling Hobi, and maybe Jungkookie or Tae instead of me."

I looked at him. Stared at him, actually. I couldn't believe this was happening. And for once, I didn't even do anything wrong. Sure, I had pushed him with clothing choices in the past, but this outfit was pretty basic. Black ripped jeans, a black button down with mint green splashes on it, to match his hair, and a black leather jacket. I don't understand, and I just...I can't take this yelling anymore.

My lip was trembling when I answered him. "No. It's fine. You might not have the power to get rid of me, but I do." I tossed the leather jacket back at him, hitting him right in the face. "I quit." I quickly spun on my heel and hurried out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

Once again, I met Hobi coming down the hallway.

"Cass?" he asked me.

I didn't stop, I just kept moving past him. "Go away, Hobi. I just quit. Let me go in peace."

"You...You WHAT?!" he yells the last word, and Hobi never yells. "What in the hell did he do to you?"

"Go ask him," I said, waving my arm towards the dressing room. "I'm leaving."

Hobi tried to stop me again, but I rushed away from him. In reality, I couldn't actually leave. We were in Japan, and I had no way to get home unless it was with the crew. But I could hide out in the same bathroom I hid in before. I went in and locked the door, then sat down on the lid of the toilet again. I pulled out my phone to see if my mystery soulmate had messaged me back, and he had.

Giyoon: I thought so, too. It looks like yours fits inside of mine.

HipStar: Yeah. I was thinking the same thing.

Giyoon: So...now what?

HipStar: I have absolutely no idea. I guess that we can keep chatting and get to know each other a little bit?

Giyoon: Sure. That works for me. I tend to be weird around new people, so getting to know you on here, first, seems like a good idea. What're you up to right now?

HipStar: Umm....I am hiding in a bathroom from one of the guys that I work with. You?

Giyoon: I just finished up with work. What's wrong with this guy? Is he hitting on you or something?

HipStar: No. Nothing like that. He's just an ass. Maybe the biggest ass I've ever met.

Giyoon: Oh. I'm sorry that you have to work with somebody like that. It can't be easy.

HipStar: I love my job. I really do. And the other guy that I work with is one of the sweetest people I've ever met. He makes it a lot easier to deal with the asshole one. But it just keeps getting worse. I'm not sure that I can take it much longer.

Giyoon: Do you work for a company where you can transfer to another department or something? Or could you find another job?

HipStar: I guess that I could transfer...but I have been with these two for so long, I couldn't imagine working with anybody else. And sometimes, he's okay. But like...today. He completely went off on me for something that wasn't even my fault. And he refused to listen when I tried to explain it to him. He's been like this with me from the beginning. I just don't understand what I did to make him hate me.

Giyoon: I'm sure that he doesn't hate you. Hell, maybe he likes you, and this is like second grade playground shit, where he's mean to the person he likes.

HipStar: You're actually not the first person to say that to me.

Giyoon: I know that we just virtually met and all, and we're still getting to know each other, but...should I be jealous that some guy is coming after my soulmate?

HipStar: Ha! No! I don't think that he likes me like that, but even if he did, I wouldn't be into it. I mean, he's hot, sure. Kind of unnecessarily so. But that's as far as it goes. His personality is absolute shit.

I stared at my message, waiting for the little gray checkmark to change to blue, showing me that he had read it. After a minute or two, I realized that he had dipped out of the conversation again. He said that he had just finished work, right? Maybe he was driving home or something.

I sat in the bathroom for a few more minutes, with no intention of leaving until I had to. I had just started scrolling through Instagram, when there was a loud banging on the bathroom door. I sighed and got up. Somebody obviously needed in here worse than I did, and I wasn't about to be the one to make them find another bathroom somewhere.

Just as I was reaching for the handle, I heard him.

"Cassi! Get your ass out here!" Yoongi yelled.

I sighed and leaned my forehead onto the cold metal of the door, just as he started banging on it again, making the door vibrate against my head. I pulled back, rubbing my forehead, but didn't make another move to open the door.

"Cassiopeia, I swear to God," Yoongi yelled. "If you don't open this door right now, I will bust it down myself!"

In reality, I knew that he couldn't do that. He wasn't Jungkook. But he sounded pretty determined, and the door was shaking in the frame as he pounded on it. So I opened the door and just stood there, looking at him.

Yoongi stared back at me, fist still raised like he was going to bang on the door again, then he stepped into the bathroom with me, making me move backwards, and slammed the door shut behind him.

"What the hell was that?" He asked. His hand was pointing to the side, towards his dressing room, to get his point across.

"What do you mean 'what was that'?" I asked him. "I quit."

"No you don't," he told me.

"Yes. I do."

"That's stupid, and you're not stupid, Cassi," he said, walking a step closer to me. "That would be career suicide."

"You know what, Yoongi?" I asked him, moving back a step, because he was getting into my personal bubble. "I don't fucking care. I can't take this anymore."

"Take what anymore?" He asked back. He took another step towards me, backing me into the wall next to the sink. "What in the hell are you talking about, woman?"

"THIS," I said, a little louder than I meant to. He was so close that when I threw my hands in the air in frustration, I almost hit him in the face. "I can't take you yelling at me anymore!"

"I don't yell at you!" he yelled at me.

"You yell at me all of the time!" I yelled back. "You're doing it right now!"

"So are you!"

I glared at him for a moment. "You know what? I don't fucking care. You yell at me all of the time, and I just take it. I sit there and act like a meek and mild little girl while you berate me, because I love my job. But I can't fucking take this anymore. I'm done."

"Meek and mild little girl?" Yoongi asked me with a laugh. "You have to be fucking kidding me. You fight me at every turn."

"YOU fight ME at every turn!" I yell back at him. "All I'm trying to do is my job, which, again, I love, but you make me completely fucking miserable! You have these little moments, where you are the sweetest guy. Like earlier, when you thanked me for asking permission before I touched you. But then you pull shit like this. I don't know if you have multiple personalities, or what, but I am done trying to figure you out."

I watch as Yoongi deflates. Just a little, but still...he does. "You always ask permission. You're the only person that always asks permission."

I take a few breaths to calm myself down before I answer him. "Because I know that you don't like to be touched, Yoongi. I'm not going to do that to you. I respect you...mostly. And the last thing that I want to do, is make you feel that uncomfortable. When I put you in that shirt, I didn't know that it was going to ride up a little. And honestly, I didn't even notice it on the screen. I'm sorry."

He sighed and nodded his head. "I actually don't hate it when you touch me. You're always really careful and gentle. It doesn't make me uncomfortable." The red splotches that his anger had created on his face were starting to fade back to beautiful, pale skin. He lets out a sigh. "Don't quit, okay? That's not what I want."

"Then you have a really weird way of showing it," I mumble.

"Oh would you be quiet and let me apologize?"

I moved my finger back-and-forth between us, then around the small bathroom. "This is your idea of an apology? Have you never done this before?"

Yoongi chuckled. "I don't do it often. But I am sorry that I yelled at you about the shirt."

I stared at him in shock. Was this really happening? Had I just imagined this moment, or had Min Yoongi just apologized to me? Has hell frozen over?

"Oh stop looking at me like that," he said, rolling his eyes at me. "I can admit when I'm wrong."

"Umm...can you, though? I've never heard you do it before."

"Because it's not very often that I'm wrong," he tells me with a smirk.

This time, I'm the one who rolls my eyes, then I lightly push his shoulder. "Oh you're ridiculous." I look at my hand, still on his shoulder, then pull it back. "Sorry, I didn't...I forgot."

Yoongi reaches for my wrist and wraps his long, slender fingers around it, then he tugs and pulls me into a hug.

What. The. Hell. 

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A/N: I promise that I am going to try to update Baby, I Got Your Number today, too. It's just so much fun to write fighting with Yoongi. I hope that you are all staying healthy and happy. Please remember to comment and vote! -----------Kat