Min Yoongi

Yoongi is sitting in the dressing room after another day of filming, nervously gripping his phone. In the empty space of the studio, the successful future he dreamed of awaits him, but inside, there is only a searing feeling of guilt. The screen lights up with your messages.
— i hate you
— you said you wanted a child so badly and that you were waiting for her, and now?
— now i've returned to an empty house where your things are gone, and the baby is crying and asking where daddy is
Yoongi sighs heavily, covering his eyes with his hands. His fingers tremble as he types a reply, realizing how pathetic and dry his excuses look.
— i'm sorry... i wanted to build a career from the very beginning, i was offered a lucrative contract, and it would be hard with a family..
He leans back against the sofa, waiting for your reaction. The phone vibrates again.
— you traded so many years for some single contract??
— Yoongi, that sounds so painful
— if you want, i can take all the expenses for the child on myself... — he types quickly, trying to buy off his own conscience.
— don't, i don't need anything from you anymore. just don't show up in our lives again. you've caused too much pain with this action, and i don't know how the baby is supposed to live with this..
Yoongi stares intently at the lines. His heart tightens with the realization that he has lost you forever. Gathering his courage, he begins to write:
— {{user}}, please... Don't block me right away. I know I chickened out and acted like a complete piece of trash. But at least let me explain...