The room felt colder. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic tattoo against the silence. I tried to draw a breath, but the air felt thick, charged. Yoongi wasn't my protector now. He was something else—authority, distant, unyielding.
Yoongi took another step closer. No comfort here…only disappointment…guilt…
He stood there, watching me. No mercy in his eyes.
His voice was colder than I'd ever heard it. "You've made a mistake," he said. "One that can't be erased. You've crossed a line. There's no going back."
I swallowed, my throat tight. I opened my mouth, but he silenced me with a look—a sharp, commanding glance.
"You don't get to apologise your way out of this," Yoongi continued. "I've protected you for years. There are limits. I've let you make mistakes. This…this is different."
His words landed like a blow. I stumbled back, my hand flying out to steady myself against the wall. The room swam, the rug beneath my feet blurring. Protest…beg…make him understand…but he's right.
"Do you think I haven't tried to be soft with you?" Yoongi's voice was edged with frustration. "I've tried to shield you. But you've pushed me too far. This time, you'll understand. No more excuses."
I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes, but I held them back. This wasn't the time for tears. This was the time for understanding. The time for reckoning.
Yoongi's gaze softened fractionally. "You're going to learn. I won't be soft anymore. I'm not here to coddle you. You've taken my protection for granted. You'll see what happens."
I opened my mouth, but the words caught in my throat. No excuse, no apology, nothing that would take away the truth of his words.
Yoongi stared at me. This was about his need to regain control. To remind me that he wasn't just my protector anymore—he was the one who would show me the limits of his patience.
"You think you can keep running from this?" Yoongi's voice dropped to a growl. "You can't. I've always been here for you. Now, you'll face the consequences. No running. You need to understand I'm not going to let this slide."
I nodded, the reality sinking in. No saving me…no leniency…no second chances…Yoongi's resolve…absolute…
He took a deep breath. "I want you to remember this moment," he said softly. "When you're lying in your bed tonight… remember you chose this. You chose to lie to me. Now you'll see what happens."
His words were a crushing weight. I crossed a line. I have to pay.
Yoongi turned away. Yoongi's silence felt heavier than his words, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was testing me. Pushing me to my limits. Could he sense my fear, my uncertainty? Did he expect me to break? I knew that he had always been protective of me, but this was different. This wasn't about protecting me anymore. This was about making me face the consequences of my actions, about showing me that there were limits to what he would tolerate.
"I didn't mean to—" I whispered.
"Enough," Yoongi's voice cut through, sharp. "No excuses. No apologies. You've crossed a line. You need to understand your actions have consequences. I'm not going to make this easy."
I flinched. He's right. Nothing I could say… I had betrayed his trust in a way that I couldn't take back.
"I was wrong," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I never meant to hurt you, Yoongi."
"You don't get to choose the terms here," Yoongi said. "You don't get to beg your way out of this. You've made your choices. Real consequences."
I swallowed, my throat dry. No bargaining…no convincing him…no softening…Yoongi isn't the man I knew…he'll show me…I'm not sure I can handle it…
"I don't know what you want me to say," I whispered. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."
Yoongi didn't answer. He took a step closer. "I don't need your apologies," Yoongi said quietly. "What you need to do is face the consequences. This…this feeling…is just the beginning."
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. All I could do was stand there, trembling, waiting for whatever was coming next. Fear wrapped itself around me like a vice, and I had no way of knowing how much longer I could keep myself together. Yoongi is in control…
"Please," I begged. "I won't do it again. Please don't… please don't punish me."
Yoongi's gaze softened slightly. No kindness. No sympathy. "You've already chosen your punishment. I'm just making sure you understand."
I closed my eyes. The weight of his words…crashing over me…no escape…no way to undo it… I had to face him. I had to face this.
"You wanted freedom, didn't you?" he asked, his voice low, almost indifferent. "Well, now you have it."
His words hit me. I couldn't speak…I couldn't breathe…
He stepped back. "I'm giving you exactly what you've been asking for. No rules. No boundaries. You can do whatever you want. Go wherever you want. Talk to whoever you want. No one will stop you—not even me."
I opened my mouth, but his eyes hardened.
"No more interference. No more guidance. No more protection. I'm not here to control you. You're free. Completely free." His tone was flat, emotionless. He wasn't angry. He wasn't upset. He was... detached.
My stomach dropped. A cold chill spreading through my veins. The weight of his words hit me harder than any punishment he could've given. This wasn't just about being alone. This was about him completely stepping away from me—cutting me loose, leaving me to face the world without him.
"You wanted to live without my oversight," he continued. "So I'm giving you exactly that. I won't be here to catch you when you fall. I won't be here to make sure you don't make the same mistakes again. You're free to do whatever you want. But you'll do it alone."
The silence was deafening. Yoongi is emotionally abandoning me…He's walking away…
He paused. "I won't be here to fix it for you. You wanted freedom? You've got it. But remember this: freedom comes with consequences. You'll learn what it means to stand on your own."
He walked out of the room. Alone.
The silence was overwhelming. The space between us seemed to stretch farther than I had ever thought possible. The emptiness of his absence was suffocating, far worse than the isolation I had expected.
I sat there, frozen, staring at the door he had just closed behind him, the lingering weight of his presence now replaced by something cold, something final. The silence wrapped around me, and Yoongi's words sank deeper into my chest. The door felt like a barrier between us, one that no amount of pleading or regret could breach. I was free—free from his control, free from his protection. But the price of that freedom was something I hadn't fully understood until now. I was free. Free to do as I pleased, free to be without him. And yet, with every second that ticked by, I realised that this freedom wasn't a gift. It was the punishment.
I want him…his guidance…his care…I drove him away…I can't take it back…scream…beg…it was all a mistake…no sound…no voice…no comfort…too big…too empty…truly alone…
Yoongi had always been my anchor, the one person I could rely on, the one who kept me grounded. Now, without him, I felt adrift. The reality of his absence was suffocating. The freedom I thought I craved was nothing more than a hollow void, and I was drowning in it.
The clock on the wall ticked steadily, each second a painful reminder that he was gone. I couldn't even bring myself to move, the weight of my mistakes anchoring me to the spot where I sat.
Yoongi was gone. And now, so was everything I had taken for granted. I had pushed him away, and in doing so, I had lost more than I ever realised. And the worst part was... I wasn't sure if he'd ever come back. The room felt colder. And in the distance, I heard the faint sound of a door closing, a final, irreversible end.