(PLEASE READ: Remember that this is an alternate ending, and does NOT follow the previous chapter. While some things may seem to be the same at first, I have made many changes. Thank you, and enjoy~)

     I waited for three days to hear something- anything from Yoongi, but I heard nothing. The rest of the guys at this point were almost as worried as I was. When Namjoon assumed that Yoongi would show up hours after I found out he was gone, he was wrong. I sat in my room feeling absolutely useless. I had no idea what to do or where to look for him. Jungkook would try to comfort me and tell me that he would come back eventually, but that honestly did not help. I felt distant from him. He would ask me to see him to take my mind off of Yoongi but I often refused. All I wanted was for Yoongi to come back so that I could tell him how sorry I am and how much he means to me.

    I felt sick of sitting around in my room doing absolutely nothing, feeling completely useless. So, I decided to go for a drive to clear my mind. I opened the garage door and got into my car, then backed out of the driveway and headed down the street. I didn’t even know where I was going, just that I wanted to be away from here. I drove past Cafe Calypso, where Yoongi and I had our first date,  by the beach where he’d asked me to be his girlfriend, and by his empty house. Driving past there was especially difficult. I completely spaced out and steered the car mindlessly down the roads. I was just about to get onto the Harbour Bridge when my eyes locked onto a thin boy with reddish hair standing on the sidewalk, looking out onto the water. I immediately slammed on the brakes, heart pounding, and ran out of my car.

    “Yoongi!” I shouted. The boy turned around and sure enough, it was him. My breath caught in my throat. He looked awful; even thinner than usual. The dark circles beneath his eyes stood out in contrast to his pale face.

    “Jieun.” Yoongi whispered. Even his voice sounded strained. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes just looking at him in this condition. It physically pained me to see him this way. I approached him and wrapped my arms around him. He didn’t hug me back.

    “Oh my God. I- we were all so worried about you. Where have you been, Yoongi!?” I said in a trembling voice. His bloodshot eyes avoided my gaze.

    “I’ve been walking around the city.”

   “For over three days…? What about food? What about sleep?” Yoongi merely shook his head.

     “I haven’t slept or eaten. Just walked.” My heart dropped at his words. I really did some severe damage to him. I had so many regrets.

    “How did you possibly walk around the city for three days straight…” I asked, mostly out of shock.

      “I dont know. I just did.” He shrugged. Yoongi turned his attention back to the water below the bridge. “I was debating on whether I should jump or not.” As soon as he said that, I choked on the heavy, humid air.

    “Don’t you dare say anything like that, Yoongi. Don’t you dare jump.” I demanded as tears streamed down my cheeks.

    “Why not? You shouldn't care, you don’t love me anymore. You love Jungkook.” He took a few steps closer to the bridge and got onto the ledge. I watched him intently as he did so, praying he would stay put.

     “Just because I’m… in love… with Jungkook…” Was I? “doesn’t mean I don’t love you at all. I still care so much about you. You have no idea how much you mean to me, Yoongi. These past few days have been hell for me. All I wanted was to know where you are so that I could be sure that you’re okay and so that I could say how sorry I am. What I did was unforgivable and I know that I am the biggest for it. I regret every second of it. I know how angry you are at me right now, but please, just don’t jump. For me, and for our friends; don’t jump.” I begged. Yoongi remained on the ledge, staring down into the water below the bridge. I wiped away my tears with my sleeve and attempted to look brave. I stepped onto the ledge with him. “If you jump, I jump.” I proclaimed. Yoongi turned his head to face me, his eyes swimming with desolation.

    “No.” He said.

    “I will.” I warned, stepping closer to the edge next to Yoongi. His hand caught a firm grip on my arm. He stepped down, pulling me with him.

     “Fine. I won’t.” Yoongi whispered, barely audible. A feeling of relief rushed over me. Yoongi cared more about saving me than saving himself.

   “Oh thank god.” I gasped, throwing my arms around him and enveloping him into a tight hug. Words couldn’t begin to explain how relieved I was that he’d changed his mind. I couldn