𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 | 𝐊- 𝐏𝐎𝐏

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗈

You clutched a cup of warm tea between your hands, the drink trying its best to calm you down, but so far it had been futile. Nothing could relax you now. Your top teeth worried your bottom lip and you could feel your palms sweating against the mug. You felt a nervous buzzing in your fingertips, which gently stroked the teacup, trying in vain to work the agitation out of your body.

It had hardly been an hour since you made it home from the interview with Tae and you still felt the tension locking up your muscles, feeling like a rubber band pulled too taut and ready to snap. Tae’s confession weighed heavily on you, even when he wasn’t there. Your heart hadn’t stopped pumping since you flew out of the building’s front doors and ran as fast as you could down the busy city streets. You didn’t dare stop at your station, instead, you rushed to the next one to throw Taehyung should he decide to chase you. Which, thank God, he didn’t.

It was embarrassing, but you found yourself crying on the train. Luckily, there were almost no other riders in the car, so you were able to lean hard into a seat in the corner, softly crying into your knees. A kind old woman gave you a handkerchief before she took a seat across from you, something that made your heart just a tiny bit lighter amidst the pain. Your walk home from the station took almost triple the time it usually did – your steps were short and shuffling, in no hurry to go home and face your family and their questions. How could you possibly tell them what you had done? They would be furious and heartbroken. You couldn’t do that to them.

Before you stepped into your house, you made sure to take a deep breath and steel your nerves. It didn’t matter anyway; The boys were too engrossed in the anime they were watching. All of them – minus Seokjin, who was still at work – were almost stacked on top of one another on the couch, lazing around a plate of cookies Eomma must have baked for them. When you closed the door, the only acknowledgment they gave you at first was Jeongguk looking over the couch to give you a friendly jerk of his chin.

“Whozzat?” Jimin slurred sleepily.

“Noona’s home,” said Jeongguk.

“Welcome home,” Hoseok’s hand appeared over the back of the couch to wave at you.

A small smile quirked at your lips but quickly vanished. You didn’t even want to bother saying hi, your only desire to collapse in your bed and maybe cry. Unfortunately, your bad moods were hard to hide from people who knew you so well.

“Something wrong?” Yoongi asked suddenly, sensing your distress without even having to look at you.

Your pitiful squeak of “No”, was very obviously a lie. All three of the other boys’ heads suddenly popped into view, eyes on you like a pack of raccoons that spotted a full trashcan. And like the deer in headlights you often found yourself in the role of, you darted to your bedroom. The door closed heavily behind you and you forcefully turned to lock, effectively avoiding the confrontation you knew was imminent.

In only a few seconds, they were outside your door. “Noona?”

“Go ‘way!” you whined like a petulant child and completed the role when you flopped heavily onto your bed.

“Please let us in,” Hoseok begged.

You didn’t answer.

“Y/N-ah?” a new voice called softly. Ah, you couldn’t ignore Eomma. You moaned out a noise of acknowledgment. “Will you let me in, Dear?”

You whined, knowing you couldn’t deny her, but still not wanting to let anyone in. “I did something stupid, Eomma.”

“Well l, that doesn’t surprise me, and neither does it answer my question.”