YoU ArE OnLy MiNe || YOONMIN~FF ?

? Part ~ 19 ?

"Don't you think that's enough, Yoongi?"

Yoongi barely turned his head as Hoseok slid onto the stool beside him, concern written all over his face.

"What is 'enough,' Hobi?" Yoongi's voice was raspy, hoarse from alcohol and exhaustion. He set the glass down but made no move to push it away.

"Yoongi, this drinking needs to stop. It's not good for you," Hoseok urged, his voice laced with worry. "Please, understand, it's not healthy. Look at yourself."

Yoongi scoffed, a hollow laugh leaving his lips. His bloodshot eyes met Hoseok’s, dark with a dangerous glint.

"Fine," he said, voice eerily calm. "Bring him to me, and I'll stop drinking."

Hoseok clenched his fists at Yoongi’s words, frustration surging through him. "Yoongi, listen to yourself. Do you even hear what you're saying?"

Yoongi didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed his glass and downed the remaining whiskey in one swift gulp before slamming it onto the counter. The sound echoed through the quiet bar.

Hoseok exhaled sharply, trying to keep his temper in check. "Why don't we consider letting him go?" he asked, his tone softer now, as if trying to reason with a man too lost to see reality. "Even if you find him, he won't accept you. What you did—kidnapping him, forcing him—Yoongi, that’s not love."

A flicker of something crossed Yoongi's face. Guilt? Anger? Desperation? It disappeared as quickly as it came.

"I want him," Yoongi stated, his voice unwavering, cold. "And I'll make him fall in love with me."

Hoseok's heart sank. He had never seen Yoongi like this before—this obsessive, this unhinged. He had lost himself in Jimin, in his own twisted sense of possession.

"Yoongi…" Hoseok whispered, watching his friend drown in his own madness.

But Yoongi wasn't listening anymore. His mind was already elsewhere, lost in thoughts of Jimin.

And he wasn’t going to stop.

Not until Jimin was his.

Hoseok sighed, rubbing a hand over his face in frustration. He was at his limit.

"Yoongi, you can’t force someone to love you," he said, his voice laced with both exhaustion and concern. "You say you want Jimin, but what about what he wants? Have you even thought about that?"

Yoongi's grip on the empty glass tightened, his jaw clenching. "He doesn’t know what he wants," he bit out. "He’s confused. He ran away because he’s scared, but once he’s back with me, he’ll realize I’m the only one for him."

Hoseok stared at his friend in disbelief. "Listen to yourself! You sound delusional, Yoongi. You’re not in love—you’re obsessed. And it’s killing you."

Yoongi let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. "You don’t understand, Hobi." He poured himself another drink, swirling the amber liquid before taking a slow sip. "You’ve never felt this way before. You’ve never wanted something—someone—so badly that you'd do anything to have them."

"You’re right," Hoseok admitted, leaning forward, his gaze sharp. "I haven’t. But you have, and look at what it’s doing to you. You’re ruining yourself, pushing away your family, losing yourself in alcohol and anger. Is that really love, Yoongi? Or is it just your pride refusing to let go?"