As soon as the door closes she starts crying and moves towards Yoongi, expecting him to take her in his arms and hold her.

Yoongi steps away from her, "Don't fucking touch me."

He walks past her and stands at the end of the short hall leading into the living room. He happened to look left into the room Agust had come out of and sees boxes stacked and a cartoon figure blanket and sheets are laying on the floor as if they were on a bed.

Yoongi thinks to himself, 'She has him sleeping on the damn floor?'

He turns to her, "Whatever happened to Mr. Gonna be Rich Guy?"

 While waiting for her to answer he thinks, 'The timing would work out for Agust to be his not mine. Hell, any one at that point could be his father.'

She falls to the floor crying her hands covering her face. He stands there and rolls his eyes.

"Your tears don't affect me any more."

He takes hold of her arm and pulls her up from the floor, "Get up."

Once she is standing she starts to smile but he lets go and walks away.  Pouting she follows him into the living room. He sits on the couch and notices other packed boxes here and there. He stands back up as she tries to sit beside him.

"What is going on? Are you moving in or out?" He turns to her, "What game are you playing at?"

He can see her mind is working as she tries to decide what to say.

 'I wonder what lie she is trying to come up with now?'

"You didn't break my heart enough the first time, is that it? You're trying to do it again? It won't work. YOU have no hold on my heart."

Yoongi thinks of little Agust, 'My son would be the only one with a claim to my heart . . . and Jinah. Oh my god Jinah. If I had know the threats were coming from this bitch . . .'  He looks over at her anger in his eyes that she couldn't miss.

"Baby I . . ." She stands up reaching out to him.

Yoongi shouts, "Don't call me that. I am not your baby! You never gave a shit about my heart!"

His hands are clinched tight by his sides as he holds himself in check. Losing his cool, he knows, is something she use to have fun making him do. 'Not this time.'  His nails are digging into his palms.

"I did care about yo. . ." 

Yoongi suddenly steps closer to her face interrupting her. He has his cold hard demeanor back in place.

"Don't fucking lie to me. If you did, you never would have cheated and left me for money."

He turns away from her, "Damn it, Yuna, I loved YOU! I thought you would be there for me through my training and debut!" 'I thought of a life with you.'

Yoongi takes a deep breath. 'Don't let her push you like this. You are in control not her.'

He turns back to her, "You want me to give you the rights to my first song and what else, Money?"

She looks up with her fake tear wet face, "You owe me . . ."

"I owe you nothing."

"But Agust . . ."

 He interrupts her again. "If I am truly his father I will take care of him and he will live with me."

"No, you can't have him. I won't let you!"

"If you want money, I will have full custody of Agust. It's your only option."

"You at least owe me money for your first song. I helped you write it dammit!"

"I can't give you rights to that song, it was stolen from me! I won't give you rights to any of my songs now. You will not be making money off of me."

"But what of Agust?"

"If he is my son I will take care of him. You will get nothing and I will get custody, full custody or you get jail time."

She stands there her tears are real now, tears of anger. He has no sympathy for her as he walks by her to the door.

In his cold emotionless voice he tells her, "I know there is more going on here but you won't tell me, so, I will have one of my lawyers contact you later today about the DNA test."

He takes hold of the door handle about to leave when he turns back to her, "I trust there won't be any more threats." He looks into her eyes challenging her to answer. "Do I make myself clear to you?"

She can only tearfully nod. He rolls his eyes, 'Jin was right she is a major drama queen and coming from Jin, that's saying a lot.' 

 He starts to pull the door open and feels her hand on his shoulder. He voice has turned to ice.

"I said don't touch me."

She pulls her hand away, "Please Yoongi, don't go yet."

"I see no reason to stay, none at all. Not even a little one." 

He steps outside the apartment and pulls the door closed behind him. He looks across the hall to the door where he saw Agust go with Mrs. Choi. He sighs and heads for the elevator.

  'One day I will have a son and his smile will be just like mine.'