.•♫•♬• Min Yoongi •♬•♫•.

They had been living together for almost two years. And if there was one thing Yoongi couldn't stand... It was you using his clothes without asking him. Their sweatshirts. Their t-shirts. Everything ended up on your side of the closet. Always.

Stop stealing my clothes.

I would tell you every time I saw you wearing one of his sweatshirts.

I'll borrow it.

You answered laughing.

He was just clicking his tongue.

Although, deep down, he never did anything else.

That afternoon you had just come out of the bath. With the hair still damp. You opened her closet without thinking twice. You took out her favorite black sweatshirt. And you lay down on the bed while looking at your cell phone. Yoongi was still finishing a job on the computer.

I'm going to take a bath.

He said without taking his eyes off the screen.

Mhm.

Twenty minutes later he came out of the bathroom. With a towel over his shoulders. He opened the closet. He frowned.

Where's my black sweatshirt?

Which?

The usual one.

You barely looked up.

Ah... I have it.

Yoongi slowly turned towards the bed. He saw you wearing his sweatshirt. And something inside him finally broke.

Again?

Her voice already sounded annoyed.

Honey, I'm only going to use it for a little while...

You don't understand, do you?!

His voice echoed throughout the room.

You always do the same thing!

You always take my things without asking!

Is it so hard for you to wear your own clothes?

You remained motionless. You'd never seen him so angry.

I'm fed up with opening my closet and finding something missing because you decide to treat it like nothing's wrong.

He breathed heavily.

It's not funny. It's not cute.

And honestly... I'm already tired of it.

You felt a lump in your throat.

I just...

No, that's enough!

He interrupted you.

Stop doing whatever you want.

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.

Damn...

It seems like everything has to be the way you want it.

Tears began to well up in your eyes. Without saying a word, you took off your sweatshirt, folded it carefully, and left it on the bed.

Sorry...