(Azalea - Take Care of Yourself for Me; Fragile Passion)

Yoongi just hadn’t taken his gift. He had taken everyone else’s.

When they had come back to the hotel, they had been all too restless but tired and drained to check up on everyone else. Jimin had told him later that Bang PD and Sejin had known that he was going to leave everyone like that and they had let him go. None of the other staff or the remaining four BTS members had known that Yoongi had left until the next morning.

He throws the gift made from crystal against the wall. It shatters against it, too near to him. His fingers and hand bleed where the broken shards pierce through his skin but it is his heart which is bleeding. It is the pain in the chest that hurts.

When he had told Yoongi to leave him, to leave him alone for it was the only shot he may have had for redemption - with Minjae and not Yoongi and escaping his personal Yoongi sized hellhole - he had seen the anger in Yoongi’s eyes, the flush on his face and neck. Taehyung had also seen the red nose and tear stained tracks beneath those swollen eyes.

Taehyung removes his hand from the marble counter top and drags his hands through his hair. He wants to hurt someone he knows. He wants to hurt something. Just something.

Someone.

They are finally over. Everything’s over. He has nothing left anymore. Not even the illusion of it and Yoongi had finally left his life. He should be relieved. He isn’t. He hates it. He pulls at the end of his hair, takes a shaky breath.

He pushed Yoongi away this time. The short man was finally got the guts and had told Taehyung in not so many words that he liked him and Taehyung like the fool he has been, he did what was not advised. He pushed