"That's what he wants." Yoongi closed his eyes and counted to... he was going to go for ten, but he decided to fuck it with the counting halfway in. "He's playing me."

Fuck this. He couldn't let this kind of stuff bother him. He already saw flashes of past relationships he had had, of violent outbursts, breaking down into tears, a whole lot of mess that he really wanted to have left behind him, but here he was and he didn't even know if he could trust himself right now.

"Can you take my gun?" He wasn't walking over there with his gun, not when he felt like this.