BTS SUGA is an OMEGA!!!

Chapter 13: Quit

Morning light filtered through the curtains of Suho's apartment, casting a soft glow over the room. Suho stirred awake, expecting to find Yoongi still asleep after the emotionally exhausting night they'd had. Instead, he heard the faint rustling of clothes. Pushing himself up, he saw Yoongi already dressed, lacing up his shoes.

"Yoongi, are you leaving already?" Suho asked, his voice heavy with concern.

Yoongi paused, his hands trembling slightly as he tied the last knot. He looked up at Suho, his eyes red-rimmed and hollow. "Just this last concert, hyung," he whispered. "One last time... I want to be on stage one last time."

Suho's heart twisted at the sight of him, but he knew Yoongi's mind was made up. "Are you sure? You don't have to do this if you're not ready."

Yoongi nodded, his gaze distant. "I have to. For me... for them." He couldn't meet Suho's eyes, fearing that if he did, he might lose the fragile resolve he had managed to muster.

Without another word, Yoongi walked out the door, the sound of it closing behind him echoing in the silent room. Suho watched him go, his chest tight with worry and a deep, helpless sorrow.

Back at the practice room, the atmosphere was tense. The other members were already there, warming up and going over their routines. Yoongi slipped in quietly, avoiding their eyes. He began practicing on his own, his movements stiff and uncoordinated. His body felt like it was weighed down with lead, each step more laborious than the last.

It wasn't long before the frustration boiled over. "Yoongi, what the hell are you doing?" Jin's voice cut through the air like a knife. He marched over, his patience finally snapping. "You're dragging us down again! Can't you do anything right?"

Yoongi flinched, his entire body tensing at the harsh words. He bit his lip, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. "I'm sorry... I'm trying..." he muttered, but it sounded pathetic even to his own ears.

Jin wasn't the only one losing patience. "If you're going to keep messing up, why are you even here?" another member snapped, their tone cold and unforgiving. "We can't afford to be held back because of you."

"Just get it together, Yoongi!" a third voice chimed in, more out of frustration than anything else. The stress of the comeback, the diets, and the endless practice sessions were taking a toll on everyone, and Yoongi was bearing the brunt of it.

But Yoongi didn't respond. He kept pushing through, forcing his body to move, his mind repeating the same phrase over and over like a mantra. "One last time... one last time..." He wasn't even sure who he was trying to convince anymore—himself or the others.

Finally, the day of the concert arrived. The stadium was buzzing with energy as fans filled the seats, their excitement palpable. Yoongi stood backstage, his heart pounding in his chest. He peeked out at the crowd, and his stomach twisted when he saw the sea of posters and banners. Most were for the other members, cheering them on with words of love and support. But then his eyes caught sight of something else—numerous posters demanding that he step down from the team.

The words on those posters felt like a punch to the gut. His breath hitched, and before he knew it, he was running to the bathroom, barely making it in time before he doubled over, vomiting into the toilet. His legs were shaking uncontrollably, his head throbbing as waves of nausea and panic washed over him.

He couldn't do this. He couldn't go out there and face them. What was he thinking, coming back?

Outside the bathroom, staff members were calling out his name, looking for him to set his mic. But Yoongi couldn't respond, his voice choked with fear. He could hear the others preparing, their voices muffled but still tinged with excitement. This was supposed to be a triumphant moment—a celebration of their hard work—but for Yoongi, it felt like the end.