Unrequited Love | MYG ✅

Chapter Fifty-Three

"Are you insane?" I yell as I make my way back to my feet. "You just pushed me out of an airplane without a parachute! THAT'S NOT TAKING CARE OF SOMEONE!"

I feel Hobi come up behind me, his arm snakes around my waist, and he pulls me in to secure me, my back flush against his chest. He's trying to steady me while I struggle to control my breathing. I start rubbing my chest again, feeling my anxiety shoot through the roof. My head shakes involuntarily back and forth as I try to focus my confused thoughts.

"Lily, listen to me." Yoongi starts to reason, his voice calm.

"I know what I'm doing. It's like you giving us a plan for L.A. with the comeback. I'm giving you a plan! I already emailed you the Spotify account information and password I created for you. Just go ahead and release a few more songs when you are ready, and you'll be on your way! I leveraged my account to market you, and now your career is completely in your hands, but this will help you get some opportunities! The streaming won't make you any real money, but hopefully, if all the guys mention you here and there, it will help get you started. Please, Lily, listen to reason!"

"Reason? Reason! A reasonable person doesn't do this!"

"Please, Lily, we need to be able to communicate..."

"You should have thought about communication before you took it upon yourself to ruin my life! You didn't even consult me! You took away my choice to stay behind the scenes! In all of the times you guys have talked about how nice it is that you can trust me, has it ever occurred to a damn one of you that it takes a lot for me to trust you too?"

I hear Hobi gasp in my ear and Jimin gingerly placing a hand on my shoulder to let me know he's there. Namjoon is glaring at Yoongi while he rubs the back of his neck; Yoongi clearly blind-sighted all of us. Poor Tae has tears sliding down his face from all the tension as he tries to comprehend all that is happening.

"Please, Lily. I did it for you, hell, I did it for us! Please don't be angry with me! You need to stop being lazy with your music!" He says, exasperated.

"Lazy? Lazy..." My voice trails off, and I feel my heart shatter into a million unrepairable pieces.

"I'm not angry with you, Yoongi," I say as my tone of voice switches to calm and calculated, and everyone stops dead in their tracks. The room stills, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The guys remain frozen in place after hearing my tone shift.

All eyes are now trained on me, but my eyes are on Yoongi's with laser focus. "I'm disappointed in you more than I have ever been with anyone in my life." I deadpan.

I hear him gasp, and his face reflects instant shock like I just shot him in the chest.

"Get out!" I continue coldly.

"Darling...." He whispers.

"I said get the fuck out!" My voice cracks, and the tears start pouring from my eyes.

"Lily, PLEASE!" Yoongi breathes out, his words dripping with desperation.

"You're... not... welcome.. here.. anymore!" I cry out as I tap my hand over my heart with each word I choke out, and I watch Yoongi's face fall as he realizes what I'm saying.

I tear myself from Hobi's arms and stalk into one of the bedrooms slamming the door behind me. Burying myself in the pillows, I cry my heart out. I'm absolutely broken. There is some hushed arguing in the living room, but my own crying muffles the details. I can't deal with them right now, and I don't even want to know what is happening out there.

A while later, I hear the slider open, then close again, then a car leaves up the driveway. Jimin appears next to me, quietly sitting down on the bed next to me.

"Come here, Beautiful,'' he says as he swings my legs over his lap and taps his shoulder, indicating to me to rest my head on him as he leans back into the pile of pillows.

"I can't make it better, but you can cry as much as you want, and I'll cry with you," he whispers, and I hold onto him for dear life. "I told you, I'd be here for you."

"You knew something would happen, didn't you? You knew he would break my heart?" I whisper hoarsely.

"Let's just say, I know he can be his own worst enemy sometimes," Jimin replies quietly as I fall apart in his arms.

"He..he..made love to me all morning, without telling me what he had done. I...I..told him I loved him for Christ's sakes..." I stutter. 

 I hear Jimin suck in a deep breath; it's even shocking to him the way the events of the day have unfolded. Feeling his arms tighten around me, I sink into his chest, letting all my emotions out.

Later, Hobi comes in with a box of tissues, and Jimin slides me over into Hobi's arms as they switch off duties. He smooths my hair out of my face and cradles me in his arms like I'm a helpless child.

"I want to go home to my apartment now," I call out to nobody in particular.

"Alright, Beautiful. I'm going out to talk to Namjoonah. We will get you home today."