Yoongi didn't want to, but he put the earplugs in, he put the hood back on and then he headed back up the stairs, not looking back again. Instead he only stopped when he was at the top of the stairs, leaning back against the door and looking at the closet Tae had almost walked into today, staring off at nothing. He would have to do a lot worse before this was over. He would have to do a lot worse for the rest of his life, most likely, or at least until he managed to establish their family again.

There really was no other choice. He wasn't sure why Ten was bringing out a softness in him that he'd thought had died long ago.