[Slow updates] Leave Me Lonely - J.K X Y/N 🔞

Cats Can Fight - 56.

A/N: warnings this chapter: description of feeling nausea, minor mention of a character's death, blood, fighting and drama. this was fun to write :)

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"I grew a flower that can't be bloomed, in a dream that can't come true."

 -Fake Love, BTS

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"Just a deposit is good enough for now. You can come back next week, pay the balance and pick up the ring once it is sized." The associate smiled, sliding the proof of purchase slip over the counter to Jungkook, "And you sir, are welcome to come back at any time and grab that ring you put on hold for that mister over there." She pointed with her eyes over to Seokjin lingering by the display cases of engagement rings, giving Namjoon a playful smile,

"I'll definitely be back." The leader looked over his shoulder at Seokjin who almost instantly felt the eyes of the rapper on him. Seokjin turned his attention away from the rings and looked at Namjoon with a smile, the two band-mates meeting gazes and exchanging knowing grins with each other while Jungkook sighed under his breath and bowed his head in gratefulness to the store associate, mumbling a shy 'thank you' to her while he turned on his heels to head to the direction of the shop's exit.

The younger had endured enough of his two Hyung's giving each other bedroom eyes the entire time they were there. Fuck, he wished Tae or Jimin had joined him instead. He was grateful nonetheless to be have his second mom and dad with him to help pick out the perfect ring for you but a part of him wished he didn't have to be stuck between their flirting. Gross. It was like watching your parent's kiss. No one wants to see that, "If you do have to come back, please don't bring me with you." Jungkook mumbled over to Namjoon and the elder began to laugh, a soft, deep chuckle resonating from his chest and filling the tiny store with warmth just from the sound of Namjoon's laugh alone,

"Relax, Kook. I already have a plan on when I'm proposing. Not anytime soon so don't worry." He whispered to the younger and gave Jungkook his signature, dreamy eye smile while he reached up to pat him on the shoulder, "I just need to come back here and pick it up when the time is right." The gentle giant of a leader smiled at Jungkook, his hand on the younger's shoulder giving him a light squeeze, "Ah... Jungkookie, I'm so proud of you though." He nodded, the dark fringe of Namjoon's hair peeking out from under his beanie and swaying with his head when he spoke, "I feel like I'm watching my son grow up." He took a breath, feeling himself instantly become emotional.

This wasn't easy for Namjoon. Wasn't easy to process as both the leader of BTS and Jungkook's dear friend. It was time to face reality... Jungkook was growing up. Soon he would finally have grown his own moustache like Taehyung. Soon he would have completed his university degree. Soon there would be little Jungkook's running around the dorms even!

Time fucking flies, man.

Namjoon still remembered the first time he saw Jungkook. 'Cute kid.' he thought to himself with a smile. Jungkook was adorable back then. With a pair of big, round eyes that held the entire universe behind them. Damn, he was so young back then. So small and so shy. So precious. It warmed Namjoon's heart to think of how far Jungkook had some and how strong he became. Both physically and mentally. He'd become such an amazing man and Namjoon was impressed beyond words with how well he had grown up.

He's got an amazing group of band mates to thank for that, of course.

Namjoon was in his feels today. Fuck.

"Thank you for choosing us to come with you today. I know we may have not been your first choice but just to be considered is an honor for Seokjin-hyung and I." Jungkook felt another squeeze by Namjoon's hand on his shoulder and the younger leaned into his hyung's touch, feeling the warmth and kindness the leader radiated from a simple touch.

Jungkook could feel his heartstrings tugging when he listened to Namjoon speak, his face feeling heated from under his mask and his eyes twinging lightly with tears already. He didn't even propose yet and he was ready to cry. Namjoon always knew how to make him tear up for no reason. With his soft, kind affirmations. And the gentle aura he exuded; it was hard not to feel every emotion at once when around the leader.

Boy, this was going to be a lot and he didn't even propose yet.

Namjoon had been studying Jungkook the entire time they were in the store. Watching his every move and reading the younger like an open book. He couldn't believe it at first when they got the call from the younger early today. He replayed the moment Seokjin's phone began to ring. The pretty smile on his lips and shriek of delight leaving the eldest's mouth as he looked at Namjoon whose own hands began shaking in elation when he heard the youngest member's voice on the other end of the call.

This was the moment he had been patiently waiting for since the beginning of when you both started dating. The moment he knew would be coming but didn't think it would be here until now.

The leader was excited to say the least. He was ecstatic. Bubbling with happiness at his beloved youngest group mate getting ready to take the next step in his life with you. He couldn't wait and the proposal didn't even happen yet. He didn't know if he could even stay quiet and that's why Seokjin had to make him pinky promise he wouldn't say shit to you.

He really had to fight hard the next time he saw you not to blurt any plans out before he spoiled the entire thing. Everyone knew he was known to spoil information that was meant to be kept hidden. Army's knew that especially. It was sweet and endearing in a way. How childlike Namjoon really could be at times. But he knew deep down if he actually said anything about Jungkook wanting to propose, he would never hear the end of it from all sides. He also knew he would never be able to live it down himself if he did something like that, 

"I swear I won't say anything." Namjoon recalled himself muttering quietly to Seokjin way before they entered the jewelry store. Pleading eyes looking down at his boyfriend who refused to let him come into the store with them, "Just pretend I'm not even here either." He hummed out to Seokjin, "Pretend I'm with Y/N and the other guys." He nodded with an adorable, dimpled grin along his cheeks. Practically bouncing on his feet as he spoke.

Ugh, look at him. How could Seokjin say no? How could anyone say no to that precious looking face. Now here they were. Wandering around the jewelry store after Jungkook picked out and placed a deposit on one of the most lavish rings in the store he could find for you,

"Your girlfriend really trusts you, huh?" Seokjin muttered to the younger as they looked through a case of wedding bands the eldest spontaneously decided to look at before they headed back to the dorms.

The hyung just wanted to make sure they covered all their bases. The wedding band was just as important as the engagement ring and he wanted to ensure Jungkook picked out the very best for you. No, he didn't want to also look at rings himself. Of course, not. Well... maybe not. 'Maybe that bonehead Namjoon would see a cute ring for me too' Seokjin thought to himself when he came up with the idea to come to this shop. So far though, the rapper had been wandering around on his own. Ignoring all the rings he knew Seokjin would like and peering down at displays of diamond encrusted Kaws necklaces instead. Oh well. Seokjin had no idea what was coming his way one day anyways. One day soon. Sooner than we all thought. But until then, the focus was on you,

"Too plain. Next." He hummed, jabbing at Jungkook's back to keep him walking forward, "Mm... that one's nice but the band isn't blingy enough. It has to match the engagement ring! It has to wow her equally as much as the engagement ring. You really don't know anything about your girlfriend at all, hm?" Seokjin's voice started to sound as if he was reciting terms and conditions. He was more passionate about this than anything.

Was he secretly projecting his desires so that Namjoon would catch his drift? Jungkook couldn't tell as the older pressed him with questions again, pausing by a display and tapping at his plump lower lip, "So, she didn't even ask you where you're heading when you sent her out with the guys?" The elder kept babbling as they browsed, not giving the younger a chance to answer his first ten questions and not catching Jungkook's inability to keep up with his questioning either.

To answer his question... Yes, you were someone that trusted Jungkook wholeheartedly. A person that would never suspect their boyfriend of being up to no good. A person that knew Jungkook loved you and only you (even if you were having an ugly cry earlier at the Hybe cafe thinking he didn't love you).

The dancer had mentioned to his hyung's before that you had never really snooped his phone or checked his belongings often. As you should. You had no reason to look through any of Jungkook's personal items unless you really needed to anyways. You trusted him and he never gave you any reason not to trust him either. It was great... being in a relationship where there weren't any trust issues. How often in this life time did people get that lucky? Jungkook could say he was the luckiest man in the world at that.

He was truly lucky. The luckiest he's ever been.

The younger peered down at the wedding bands in the case and hummed quietly to himself. Studying each ring and its unique, intricate designs. He could buy all of them for you if he could. Present them to you in a PowerPoint and have you try on each one until you picked the one you liked the most. But Jungkook had other plans. Something more sentimental. Something more meaningful.

"Um... I don't mind looking at the bands right now but...Let's just get through the proposal first. Then I'll worry about the wedding rings. I have something different in mind for her wedding band..." Jungkook mumbled quietly, his thoughts trailing to a very specific jewelry box in his mother's room back home in Busan.

A jewelry box containing the wedding bands that belonged to his grandparents. He didn't want to tell his Hyung's that was his plan for what he wanted the bands to be. He thought it was a bit too corny. A bit too meaningful. A bit too close to home for him to even begin to explain. It was all up in the air anyways. He hadn't got close to the proposal yet. And if Jungkook's calculations were correct, he was getting closer to the date he wanted to propose than he thought. He needed to start setting his plans into motion or he would chicken out and it'll never happen.

Just rip the band aid off. Is what Jimin told Jungkook to do a few months ago when the topic of marriage came up during a night they shared a drink together.

He could remember it as if it was yesterday...

~ Flash back ~

"You got me freezing my balls off out here, hyung. Shit."

"Shut up. Hang on. It'll heat up in a second. Here. Sit. Drink... nibble on some of these peanuts too." Jimin hummed, flipping on a switch that allowed for bulbs of string lights to light up the balcony the two group mates had stepped out onto.

It was a late night after practice. The two singers were sitting on the balcony of Jimin's dorm. It was a cold wintery night. Both Jungkook and Jimin staying warm under a quiet, heated gazebo with a bottle of wine and nothing but the sounds of the zooming city life under them mixed with the delicate wind chime noise of the duo's laughs while they bonded together. They shared stories and memories that night. Reflecting on their youth and the last almost decade together. Closing yet another chapter together as a group and opening the next season as a team with one new addition... you,

"She's absolutely crazy for you. You're both crazy for each other. Just do it. Fuck the consequences." Jungkook remembered his hyung telling him between sips of his drink, "Get married and have ten babies. I want to be an uncle so bad." Jimin mumbled again with a goofy smile, pretty fingers running through his delicate hair. Brushing the dark waves back and then allowing for them to fall back into place over his forehead.

The warm string lights hanging along Jimin's balcony and the chilled night air made the elder's cheeks flush to a rosy pink under the lights. Jungkook could remember Jimin's face clearly from that night. How handsome and laid back his hyung was. How at peace his hyung finally looked. He missed moments like these. Moments where he could just relax with his hyung one on one. 

His mind would stray to you every now and then though. He couldn't help it even if he tried. Whenever Jimin said your name, Jungkook would hear your laugh or see your smile. He could smell your fruity scent on his shirt from when you hugged him goodbye that morning and whenever he pressed his lips together, he could even taste the cherry flavored lip balm you had on your own when you kissed him before he left too.

God damn. He was so in love with you. So crazy about you that it was embarrassing if he really thought about it. But you never judged him for it. No one did. If anything, you had learned to embrace it. Learned to accept and allow by yourself to be loved by him. To allow yourself to see what real love was like. Jungkook could even say this wasn't... fake love.

His mind drifted to you once again. Your internship started earlier than what you were hoping and of course, you were put on day shifts. Starting early in the morning and working until late in the evening. The two of you only managing to say goodnight, good morning and goodbye somedays. It was difficult to adjust for the both of you. 

Jungkook thought he did a shitty job at hiding how much he hated the change in your schedules but you paid him no mind. You were exhausted most days. No one said pursuing your dreams would be easy. And no one needed to remind you how hard it was going to be either. You knew what you wanted and you were going to get it. That was that. That didn't mean it was going to be a walk in the park for Jungkook to understand, of course. But you both did your best with the limited time you had together. Texting each other goodnight or good morning. Reminding each other to grab your lunches in the fridge. You both were learning to make it work. It wasn't easy but you were doing it.

You were probably asleep right now. Passing out as soon as you got home somedays without even having dinner. You must have tried to wait for him. Tried to keep yourself awake by having a show on in the background while you cuddled with Bahm. Fuck, that sucked. Jungkook hated it being like that. Hated having to come home to you already falling asleep from staying up waiting on him. Hated having to leave you in the mornings. He hated it all.

"Just one day." He would mumble to you between gentle kisses, "Just one day... that's all I want." He hummed sadly but you would hush him quietly with a soft caress over his cheek. The tips of your fingers trailing over his lip piercing then playing around with the barbell of his eyebrow while you stared at him. Swallowing him up with a gaze full of pure adoration.

You were always so understanding. Never throwing a tantrum when he had to go out early or come home late. Never getting angry when your plans together would have to change or cancel because another last-minute schedule came up. You'd just simply smile and tell Jungkook that yes, his day would come. You'd remind him what he was doing all this for. '

This is who you are, Koo... Bangtan is seven. Bangtan is you and the guys. This is all you know... all you love. Quit pouting and go to work. Make me and your fans happy. I'll be here when you get back.' 

Your exact words echoed in Jungkook's head and he could have swore you were right beside him or perhaps he was just that drunk.

Either way... Jimin was right.

Fuck it. Fuck the consequences.

"You're drunk, hyung." Jungkook recalled telling the elder, corking the bottle of wine and pulling Jimin's glass away from him, "Annnnd you're done for the night." He laughed when the hyung began talking about babies and suddenly the older began to burst out laughing as well. The two dancer's chuckles filling the toasty balcony and the winter air from their breaths disappearing into the moonlight. That was a special night indeed. A night of relaxation and catching up with his best friend. A night Jungkook would never forget. Who would have thought it was a night that would stick in his head until now. A night where the words, "rip the bandaid off, Jungkook." would echo in his ears from that time until day.

~ End of flash back ~

Jungkook had to remind himself of those same words when he was walking into the shop today and once more again when he was at the counter with his hyungs putting the ring on hold. Feeling the dread starting to course through his veins at the realization of what he had just done,

"Who knows if she's even going to say yes." The dancer suddenly mumbled to himself, shaking his head quickly as he started to make his way to the exit of the shop.

Well? Would you say yes if Jeon Jeongguk asked you to marry him? Fate does happen to be in your hands, Y/N.

Jungkook always knew on his own that he was going to propose to you one day. He knew he wanted to get married one day too. But... he just didn't expect himself to be thinking about marriage this early. This had nothing to do with you meeting his parents and them bringing up marriage and children before anyone points that out. We all know that Jungkook had always marched to the beat of his own drum. However, marriage had increasingly become a topic on his mind. 

We all know marriage wasn't everything. Right? It's just a simple piece of paper you signed. Logically speaking, that's pretty much what it was anyways. But to Jungkook, it was more than that. It was a unity. A moment in life shared with you and your loved ones. Celebrating a day you agreed that you wanted to live out the rest of your days with this special person. Joined by vows and promises only able to be vowed and promised in this special way.

Some would call him crazy and say he had so much more to accomplish before marriage. He was young. He had his youth. He was strong. Accomplished. Successful. We could sit here and list it all. And yes, these people were right. Which twenty something year old in this day, age and economy wants to get married? (not your author ofc lol). But what if Jungkook wanted to accomplish all those things and more with you by his side? What if he wanted Army to know you? What if he wanted the rest of his friends and family to meet you? What if he wanted the world to love the person he loved? What if he wanted to show the world the person that made him sing, "bidi bidi bom bom" in the shower every morning?

What if he wanted his universe to see his universe?

It was only a matter of time before the truth would come to light anyways. Only a matter of time before he slipped up in an interview. Only a matter of time before Dispatch would catch the both of you. He wanted to come out before that came to pass. But you weren't ready yet. Rightfully so. He knew it would take a while before you were comfortable enough to reveal your relationship with him to the public. If you ever got comfortable, that is.

You weren't a person for the spotlight the way Jungkook was. You were scared of what may come by stepping into the limelight with each other. Not everyone was as accepting as some, of course. You were scared people would fight and riot. You were worried Jungkook's safety would be endangered. There was a lot to think about and your boyfriend never thought of those things until you mentioned them. There was a lot at stake but he was getting tired of hiding and sneaking around. Getting exhausted with having to pretend he didn't know what love and relationships were whenever they were asked.

Was it time? Probably not. But life was too short and Jungkook wanted to close this chapter of life and enter a new one with you. That was of course, if you accepted the proposal. The rest of the band didn't see why you wouldn't anyways. You were madly in love with Jungkook. Scratch that, you both were madly in love with each other. So in love that each of you didn't know what to do with yourselves at times.

BTS could see that as clear as day. Everyone who knew the two of you could see that you both saw no one else but each other. It's always been this way. From the very beginning everyone could feel a different energy between you and Jungkook whenever they were around the both of you. There was an intense energy shared amongst the two of you. Something so strong that they didn't think could ever be broken.

Everyone from BTS to Jungkook's own parents believed you and the younger were made for each other. It was bizarre to think you both just happened to cross paths in a club. Weird how quick the both of you became so close and almost inseparable. But what was the saying? 

Asi es la vida.  C'est la vie. This is life.

No one thought there was anyone else perfect for Jungkook the way you were. That was just the plain truth. Everyone knew it. And that is why while they exited the shop, Namjoon just had to pipe up and ask,

"Jungkook-ah, how are you going to do it?"

At the sound of the rapper's deep yet comforting voice, the younger turned his head, feeling a small smile creeping up onto his lips and pulling him out of his trance, "I have no idea." Jungkook murmured quietly, unable to hide the obvious lie in his voice.

He knew full well when and how he was going to do it. No, it wasn't going to be on stage in the public's eye. It was going to be in a place near and dear to both you and Jungkook. A place the two of you did not get to enjoy enough when you were back in your city. Your boyfriend could only hope that you wouldn't find the ring and figure out his plans before he got to execute them, 

"Lets head back to the dorms. I bet they're waiting for us." Jungkook hummed and flashed a smile to his leader, holding the door open for him as they followed Seokjin out of the store.

"You're actually going to need my help with the proposal so don't worry about waiting to ask me. I'll be waiting whenever you need me." Seokjin smiled, fishing his keys out the tiny, blue green Louis Vuitton purse he always carried around, "Namjoon will help too but please don't give him tasks that'll injure himself..." Seokjin's voice lowered so that the leader couldn't hear him speak, "...Cause' you know how he is..." The eldest member and Jungkook both began to laugh together which caused Namjoon to twist his head around at the sound of the two group mates giggling behind his back,

"What was that?" Namjoon question, looking over his shoulder at Seokjin with a raised brow.

Jin was quick to answer Namjoon, his own brow quirking in both question and in challenge at the leader, "What was what?"

"We didn't say anything." Jungkook chimed in with an innocent smile. Making Namjoon's eyes narrow slightly at the trouble making duo,

"Uh-huh."

Seokjin and Jungkook both began to laugh again when Namjoon turned away. The three band mates were already at the doors of the car when their phones collectively started to ping, ding and ring at the same time. Seokjin was the first to unlock his phone since it was always glued to his hand. Making a soft huff and a mumble under his breath about the guys blowing up the group chat yet again. 

He was about to ignore it and lock his phone again but with the several messages popping up on his screen, he noticed your name in almost every single one, "Huh?" Seokjin hummed out in question, pausing in his steps at the car with a hand at the driver's side door handle of his Lamborghini and the Samsung phone in his left hand, his eyes were wide and frantic as he scanned the message previews showing up on his screen. His look was completely different than the bright and adorable expression he held just a few seconds earlier. He was mortified. His head raising slowly and a puzzling cast on his face when he spoke,

"You guys..." Seokjin mumbled, a look on his face that Jungkook had never seen before. He looked back down to his phone screen and scrolled through it quickly once more, "What the fuck is going on at Yoongi's?" Seokjin muttered as he looked at the phone in his hand, eyes scanning the endless messages popping up one after the other on the screen, "Are you looking at your phones?! Y/N punched someone..." He mumbled casually then shook his head at once, "Y/N PUNCHED someone?!" His voice raised suddenly and his eyes bugged out, his expression frozen as he stared down at his phone in disbelief, "Are you guys reading the group chat? Hello? Y/N punched someone! Some shit happened at the dorms!" The pair of wide, startled eyes were now on Jungkook and Namjoon again who were on the other side of the car, the three of them exchanging confused and alarmed looks between each other,

"What?!" Jungkook's jaw nearly dropped to the ground. His heart doing what only felt like a twist within his chest and his stomach feeling as though he just did a drop off the biggest cliff in the world at the sound of your name coming out of Seokjin's mouth. 

The hand on the driver's side of the car dropped from the handle and his brows quirked then furrowed. He blinked several times and shook his head, eyes squinting as if he thought he heard the elder incorrectly, "What did you just say?" His hand started to pat over his pant leg, feeling for his phone in his pants before reaching into the pocket hastily and pulling the device out of it, his eyes were glued to the screen lighting up his face, the same confused expression on his face was almost permanent until he read the messages. Then his face changed to one of pure horror, feeling his stomach churn once again within his body, "What...." He mumbled, shaking his head and meeting Seokjin's eyes once again. There was silence after that moment, the three-group member's standing together in bewilderment.

"I forgot my phone at home." Namjoon decided to announce from beside Jungkook, breaking the silence and leaning down to the younger's height to take a peek at Jungkook's phone from over his shoulder when the younger finally unlocked his phone. The messages popped up on his Kakao talk. One by one. First starting off once or twice then pinging so much the phone itself couldn't keep up with the texts, 

"What the fuck is going on?" Jungkook snapped, while Namjoon sucked in a sharp breath, his once warm and welcoming dragon-like eyes widening slightly in shock then a dark brow cocking upwards while his lips pressed together in thought for a moment,

"I don't understand." He muttered and then Jungkook suddenly handed the phone off to him, mumbling under his breath that he couldn't handle this right now and walked off to the side, a hand rubbing over the side of his face. Jungkook tore the baseball cap that he was wearing off his head, anxious fingers running through his hair while he forced himself to steady his breaths, "This has to be a joke."

Namjoon looked over his shoulder, eyes following after his dongsaeng who left the car and started to pace at the side of the parking spot instead, "V...aehyung." He read the name Jungkook had Taehyung saved as in his phone and rolled his eyes briefly before continuing to the read out the messages,

[ Bangboys G.C ]

V-aehyung - 7:33PM

There seems to be an issue occuring...

You guys need to come back right now.

Baby-J - 7:33PM: 

JOHN JUNGKOKK

JEON JUBNGNOOK**

your girlfriend just beat yoogis gf ass

sosososososoosos

J-Hope-less - 7:34PM: 

EMERGENCY. 

Jungkook heaved a loud sigh from the side while listening to his Hyung reading over the messages. They all seemed so unserious. Taehyung's texts always sounded like he was in the Victorian era writing a letter with a fucking quill and ink. Jimin never seemed to be able to spell Jungkook's own name correctly and he was always keyboard smashing. It wasn't until Hoseok's popped up that Jungkook finally realized it was serious. You know when Hoseok texts the groupchat in all caps, that means shit is really going down. 

He quickly stalked back to the Lamborghini, grabbing the handle of the car door within his hand once more before he spoke, "We need to go back to the dorms right now. I'll drive, Jin hyung." He shot a look over to his hyung and the elder glanced to Namjoon who only shook his head quickly in disagreement with Seokjin. Giving the eldest a silent signal with the shake of his head to indicate that no, Jungkook should not be driving right now. 

It's not like he didn't trust the younger. Jungkook was an excellent driver. Better than himself. Oh wait... he didn't drive. That's right. But still, Namjoon didn't think right now would be a good idea to let Jungkook take the car before the youngest started pulling some Fast and Furious shit behind the wheel,

"You're not in the right headspace to do that, Jungkook. Seokjin will drive." The insanely deep rhythm of Namjoon's voice made Jungkook immediately drop the handle of the car, making the leader nod his head slightly in approval at Jungkook's obedience. "Let's go." His voice was firm and unchanging, a stoic expression on his face which meant Namjoon wasn't playing around anymore while he tossed Jungkook's phone back into his hands and made his way to Jin's car, "Come on."

Jungkook almost tried to argue back with Namjoon. Wanting to tell the elder that Seokjin drove his Lamborghini the way Namjoon rode his bike. Slow and steady like a senior citizen. But he wasn't in the mood to get his ass beat by his Hyung's today. His main priority was getting back to the dorms to you. The younger knew better than to question his hyung's commands too and so, he nodded and quickly switched spots with Seokjin, walking around to the passenger side of the car and flinging the door open gruffly after the eldest unlocked the car,

"Let's drive." Seokjin mumbled once they were all seated and strapped in their seats. His right hand reaching to the push start button on the car while the left hand gripped the steering wheel, fingers flexing lightly as the engine rumbled to life, "You guys know I'm the king of Mario kart, right?" Seokjin muttered, immediately putting the car in reverse and backing out of his parking space,

Jungkook quirked a brow at his Hyung, bunny teeth nibbling nervously over his lower lip before he rubbed his lips together. He eyed Seokjin shift the gear of the car after reversing, making the Lamborghini lurch forward towards the main road, "What's that got to do with anything?" He questioned the elder to which Seokjin only glanced over to Jungkook with a small, knowing smile on his face,

"Watch me whip-"

"No." Jungkook simply grumbled, shaking his head in disappointment, "Now isn't the time, hyung."

"This car can do things I didn't know it could." The eldest continued, reaching up to the rearview mirror of the car to adjust it, "It could even get your girlfriend pregnant..." He mumbled nonchalantly, flicking his fringe away from over his eyes as he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the rearview, "...Since you did use this car as your fuck fortress one day." He shot the younger a look from the corner of his eye and Jungkook sank further into his seat, arms crossing childishly over his chest while he sighed out a groan,

Jungkook huffed out loud, showing the clear annoyance in his voice, "Shut up, that's impossible."

If you thought Seokjin was unbothered by the fact there was a literal fight breaking out at the dorms and you potentially might be hurt, think again. Seokjin was mortified. Horrified and pissed off to say the least. But he couldn't show it... He just decided to say stupid shit instead.

Seokjin saw the way Jungkook looked when he heard what was happening. The younger looked distraught but was fighting to hide the way he truly felt. He knew Jungkook was on the verge of a literal panic attack and couldn't imagine the way he must have felt. He encouraged you to go out with his hyungs so that he could come out today and buy you an engagement ring. He normally never wanted to leave you out of his sight. And of course, the day he's confident to let you be alone with his hyung's... this shit happens.

The last thing Seokjin wanted was for Jungkook to start blaming himself for this and he knew the younger would have no problem doing that before thinking rationally. That was just the way Jungkook was. Quick to beat himself up over nothing. Quick to get anxious over things out of his control. Quick to become destructive when feeling frustration. 

Seokjin had to cut the tension he was feeling. He had to do something to lighten the situation. He had to think fast. And no, he didn't have a chance to think smart because he was worried too. Seokjin had to believe deep down inside you were fine and it wasn't as dramatic as the texts seemed. For Jungkook's sake he had to believe that. Seokjin naturally wanted to freak out with his dongsaeng but he had to put his brave face on and try to ease the younger into thinking nothing was truly wrong. It was harder to do that when they weren't hearing back from you or the rest of the members. And it was especially hard not to start overthinking when Jungkook was beside him doing the exact same thing. But the eldest member had to do his part. Put on a face and pretend everything going to be fine. 

He learned that from Namjoon. The leader and one of the strongest men in the group. Oh yes, and let's not forget, Seokjin's boyfriend and best friend. Namjoon taught Seokjin to be strong even in the face of defeat. Put on a face and keep it moving. Put on a face and push through. "Just relax, love... let's keep it moving." Namjoon would tell Seokjin and now was the perfect time to repeat that phrase to the younger who needed to hear it the most,

"I'm kidding... Just relax." Seokjin mumbled, seatbelt clicking into place and a huff of air exhaling out of his lips, making the fluffy bangs hanging over his eyes flick upwards lightly into the air then fall back down neatly over his forehead, "Let's keep it moving." He hummed out, peeking behind his shoulder at his adorkable looking boyfriend sitting in the middle of the car, a seatbelt pulled tight over his body while he adjusted his thick framed glasses over his face, "Right, Joonie?"

"You're the one who's making me freak out." Jungkook sighed, scratching at his cheek then tipping his head back to rest it against the headrest of the seat, "Does this car usually drive this slow?" He rolled his eyes and flickered his gaze to the ignition of the car, "Can we actually get going?" The younger asked in agitation, leaning over impatiently to check the odometer reading on the car to see just how fast the elder was driving.

Sport mode on. 130 on the dash, speeding down the freeway. 

Seokjin was driving faster than ever. 

"We are going." Seokjin shot back, fingers swatting at Jungkook's shoulder as the younger leaned to check how fast he was going, "Do you not see me driving? Do me a favor and see what's the fastest route to get there." He hummed to himself, ignoring Jungkook's irritated glare burning into the side of his face.

"—Please... take it easy... my stomach can't take this today." Namjoon interjected with a loud sigh from the backseat, "Just get us there safely. No games."

"What hyung said."

"Okay, damn..." Seokjin hummed, "Hang on tight, boys."

...

"I just don't know what the fuck is going on." Jungkook practically growled, his knee bouncing uncontrollably from the passenger side of Seokjin's car once they began driving. It had only been 40 minutes. And according to the Map app on Seokjin's car, they still had another 30 to go. It was agonizing. The feeling making Jungkook's stomach somersault with anxiety, "No one's fucking answering the chat." The phone in his hand slammed into the window of the car in frustration, a harsh sigh escaping Jungkook's mouth, "She's not even answering her phone either. I called her fifty times already. Fuck." He was shaking now, gripping the phone anxiously in his hand as if your call would come ringing in at any second.

Namjoon shifted in the backseat and leaned over as close to Jungkook that the restraint of his seatbelt would let him, one hand rested at the bicep of the younger's arm and with his eyes on the side of Seokjin's face while the eldest drove in silence, "You need to calm down, Jungkook. There must be some sort of miscommunication there." The leader shook his head and tried to comfort Jungkook, giving his arm a gentle squeeze, "I'm sure Y/N is fine." He nodded but Jungkook only shook his head in disagreement.

"The guys wouldn't say shit like that for no reason, Hyung." Jungkook let out another disgruntled sigh, his head dropping against the headrest of the seat, "Of course we're stuck on the other side of Seoul today of all days." He grumbled more to himself than anyone. This time, Namjoon's words of affirmation weren't working, "Who did she punch? Or who punched her?" He unlocked his phone again in agitation, trying to call you once more.

The eldest of the three was quiet the entire drive. Lower lip between his teeth and gnawing over the flesh while he thought. It was strange to hear that a fight broke out at the dorms. Who was it between? You didn't seem like the type to fight with anyone. Were you hurt? Was what happened that bad that you couldn't answer your calls?

Seokjin practically blew your phone up in the parking lot of the jewelry store before the group mates hopped into the car to make the drive back to the dorms but it was all to no avail. You'd never ignore his calls or texts especially when he would hit your phone up the most out of everyone in the group. Including Jungkook. And if your own boyfriend was blasting your phone with calls and messages to get no response, then something must be wrong. 

Seokjin refused to overthink it though. As mentioned earlier, he was fighting to keep it together. Not wanting to make Jungkook worry any further. He also didn't want to say anything more out of line. He would blurt random shit when nervous after all. This wasn't the time to joke around. Especially when Jungkook would snap at any second.

Jungkook and Namjoon were both collectively making text and calls to both you and the group chat. Passing the phone back and forth between each other. Fuck, Namjoon wanted to kick himself for forgetting err... misplacing his phone. He told everyone he forgot his phone at the dorms but in reality, he lost it again. Well, it wasn't like he would get a response anyways. The group chat was silent just like this drive. Emphasis on the silence. Damn, it was getting awkward and tense. A pin drop would be heard from how quiet the members were. Each of them going through the same thoughts and worries.

What the fuck was going on?

When Jungkook wasn't calling you or one of his other hyungs, Namjoon was taking the phone from the younger and doing the calling. But it was all useless effort. All they could do is sit and wait with anxiousness. Wait for someone to respond to them. Or wait to arrive to the dorms which was looking to be a lot more than 30 minutes away thanks to the busy evening traffic of Seoul.

"I can't fucking handle this." Jungkook suddenly snapped. Slamming his phone into the passenger side of the window once again with an even louder smack. His breathing was labored. Feeling his heart rate becoming increasing faster with every breath he took, "Someone needs to tell me what the fuck is going on." He shook his head, ripping the cap off his head and rubbing a hand through his shaggy hair, practically yanking his hair out.

There it was. The moment the two older hyung's were preparing themselves for. They knew it was only a matter of time from sitting in traffic... silent traffic that Jungkook would lose his shit. The baseball cap he had been wearing was torn off his head and thrown against the dashboard of the car with a thud, sliding off the dash and landing on the floor at his feet. Jungkook didn't seem to care or notice. Only hanging his head in frustration and balling his hand up into a fist, flexing his knuckles and pressing his lips together, gnawing over his lower lip before exhaling a distressed sigh, "I feel like I'm going fucking insane."

"What the fu--" The eldest finally broke the tense silence. His voice booming through the car in a deep echo, "HEY. Calm the fuck down. You don't even know what's going on yet." Seokjin yelled back at Jungkook, hands gripping the steering wheel as he concentrated on driving, "Hit my window one more time and watch, Jeon Jeongguk." His foot slammed onto the brake of the car to halt the vehicle when they got to a red light, making the three of them jerk forward with the car as it came to a harsh stop.

Seokjin could hear Namjoon yelp in the backseat and grab the safety handle above his head out of surprise but he ignored his boyfriend, rolling his eyes and twisting his head to look at Jungkook instead, fiery eyes on the side of the younger's face, 

"Look at all these fucking cars, Kook. Take a look. I'm sorry I can't Harry Potter this shit into the air and fly the car back to the dorms. You think you can get there faster? Get out and walk then."

He threatened the younger with a stern tone, his eyes glaring at the window Jungkook just smacked then traveled back over to the younger, quickly feeling his heart crack and break within his chest at the state Jungkook was already in. God, it hurt to see him like this but that was the truth. There was nothing they could do right now.

Jungkook stayed quiet even after Seokjin scolded him. Eyes glued to the phone screen opened to their group chat. When the elder glanced over to Jungkook, he could see about 20 recent messages sent by Jungkook to the chat alone. This must have been a killer for Jungkook. He didn't even care if you sent a simple yes or no back to him. All he wanted to know was that you were okay.

Seokjin felt his jaw clench and he sighed, eyes closing for a second and hearing Namjoon shift uncomfortably in the backseat. He opened his eyes and caught the rapper leaning forward to say something but the older stopped him with the shake of his head. He knew Namjoon wanted to step in and try to reason with Jungkook but it was Seokjin's turn to mediate this time, "Listen to me, Jungkookie..." Seokjin mumbled a bit quieter now, turning his attention back to the road as the traffic lights changed and the car began to move again, "...Y/N's a grown woman. A strong ass woman too. She can handle herself. You need to relax before you smash your fist through my car." He nodded and glanced back over to the dancer, "I'm serious, Jungkook. Take a fucking breath or we're all going into a ditch. There's nothing we can do. The guys are at the dorm. They can handle it until we get there." Seokjin nodded firmly, lips pressing together into a tight line after he spoke, "Give Namjoon your phone and close your eyes until we get back into the city. That's an order."

Jungkook only simply nodded his head sheepishly at the elder's words, muttering a quiet, "You're right." before looking out the window again, eyes focusing on the slow-moving Seoul traffic surrounding them. His hyung was right. There was nothing he could do. He glanced down at his knuckles and then over his hand now, eyes on the couple ring he always wore glittering along his left ring finger, his mind drifting to you.

Only love can hurt like this.

Only love can make you feel as if you were about to combust when you hear your loved one is in trouble. Only love could wish you were able to fly over traffic if you could just to be with your person. The guys have all learned what that felt like at least once in their lives already. Had already had enough relationships to know what love and lust was. But this was Jungkook's first life. And you were Jungkook's first love. He didn't know how painful and gut wrenchingly good love could be until he met you. He didn't know love would make him want to move mountains if given the chance. He didn't know love could make him want to smash his fist into a window because the thought of you being in danger made his head spin.

Was that healthy? Not in the slightest.

Did Jungkook care? Not in the slightest.

"Here." Jungkook grumbled and tossed the phone to the backseat into Namjoon's lap. He leaned forward and snatched his baseball cap up off the floor of the car, pulling it over his head and tipping his head back now, closing his eyes just like Seokjin ordered him to, "You can text her all you want but she won't answer." He muttered under his breath to Namjoon and crossed his arms over his chest, inhaling a deep breath to calm himself down.

The older didn't know whether Jungkook actually was listening to him or not. Did he only nod his head to have Seokjin shut up? Was he going to start self-destructing again? No one knew. No one knew what Jungkook was capable of when he was in a mood like this. Seokjin could only hope that the 6 members didn't have to restrain him from throwing his fists into a concrete wall like he did the last time he was angry. 

Seokjin let go of the steering wheel with one hand and rubbed over his chin, eyes glancing to the rear view and catching Namjoon's eyes from the backseat. They exchanged a silent look between each other before Seokjin shook his head and looked over to the passenger side of the car where Jungkook sat once more.

He could only hope there was a typo sent in the group chat when it was sent. It didn't make sense. Y/N was in trouble... Couldn't be. It should have said 'Y/N is happy and waiting for Jungkook to come back.' That's more like it.

Seokjin couldn't understand for the life of him what was going on and it bothered him. It was agonizing sitting here in this car with your disoriented boyfriend and his own boyfriend who was in the backseat probably biting his fingers off. 

'Knew it.' Seokjin thought when he took a glance at his rearview mirror again and caught sight of Namjoon who was sitting in the backseat behind Jungkook's seat now. He was awfully quiet and Seokjin could tell he was stressed beyond belief right now. Eyes studying the inside of their car with a wary gaze. Stress lines creased into his forehead and you guessed it, with his fingers at his mouth, teeth chewing and gnawing on his fingernails out of nervous habit,

"Joonie.. Stop that." Seokjin mumbled to Namjoon, fingertips drumming over the car's steering wheel to get his attention.

Namjoon seemed like he was lost in his own world until he heard Seokjin's voice. The leader halted his actions at once and shook his head, his hand dropping from his mouth to his lap while he let out an awkward breath of a chuckle followed by a quiet, "Oh. Right."

The youngest member let out a grunt of frustration after Namjoon, breaking the silence in the car with a huff, "I let her go out with the guys one time and this is what happens?" Jungkook muttered under his breath, lips pressing into together out of frustration, "They're supposed to protect her. How could they let her get hit?" He forced himself to take a deep breath, starting to hear his heartbeat thumping in his ears, the adrenaline beginning to course through his veins made him feel lightheaded and soon enough the car began to feel stuffy all over again, "I need air." 

And with those words, the eldest hyung pressed a button from his side of the car without hesitation, allowing for the window on the passenger end of the vehicle to wind down, "Thank you." Jungkook grumbled the second the window opened and he stuck his head out of it like a puppy, inhaling a deep breath and letting the cool, crisp evening air fill his lungs before he felt his phone buzz in his hand. He instantly pulled his head back into the car and glanced down at the Samsung, holding his breath when he unlocked the phone,

"It's her."

...

"Guys, this is my girlfriend, Sora."

The entire room went silent the moment Yoongi pulled Sora out from behind him. The air in the atmosphere feeling cramped and tight too soon and too fast. Feeling as though the presence of Yoongi and Sora had sucked the air out of everyone's lungs with shock. 

The couple stood there proudly with their hands intertwined together and a cheery smile on Yoongi's face. This man was almost unrecognizable. His adorable gummy smile was on full display. Eyes crinkled happily. Hair trimmed into an edgy wolf cut. Not styled but still sitting prettily against the nape of his neck. He had freshly dyed black hair that was pushed back and his fringe that was normally cascading over his face was now moved to reveal a crystal-clear forehead today. He was dressed stylishly too. Wearing a simple black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the shirt tucked neatly into a pair of loose-fitting pants of the same color. Silver bracelets on his wrists paired with snug fitting rings around his fingers and of course, his signature Rolex to match. 

Damn, he was hot.

Yoongi looked so gorgeous and fresh. You could tell he really put in the effort with how he looked today. Wanting to make a good impression on you and the guys with his girlfriend. Not that he didn't leave a lasting impression on everyone all the time, of course. He was effortlessly handsome and cool. Sporting casual clothes to match with this casual resting bitch face. Min Yoongi was the type of person that could wear a rainbow-colored fuzzy sweater and still look good. Today however, he looked exceptionally well groomed and very well put together. He had a youthful glow along his face and not a single dark circle or wrinkle in sight. His skin glistened when the sunrays from the dorm's windows hit his face, making him dazzle you with his appearance and almost having you ask him to drop his skincare routine.

Yoongi truly looked absolutely amazing for a man approaching his 30s. He really hadn't changed one bit from those pictures you saw in Hoseok's phone at the cafe earlier. He only seemed to be getting hotter with age and you weren't afraid to admit that. But there was something else there. A different sense of emotion peeking through the rapper's glittery looking eyes. Yoongi looked happier. Like a giggling child really. It made you want to smile with him. To be happy with and for him. But that leech behind him stole from his beauty. She stole from his happiness. Standing there with her... wait, where did her ratty tatty blonde hair go? Why did she have the same hair color as you now? Something didn't seem right.

This was going to be interesting... err... Scratch that... This was going to be a shit show.

Your eyes stared in shock at the two of them the moment Yoongi introduced her. Your eyes were fixated on their intertwined fingers with her freehand hugging onto his bicep and the side of her head resting along his shoulder. You could feel your vision haze before you at the sight and you shook your head in disbelief. Trying to clear the images in your head. Your gaze landing onto the top of Sora's head then trailed downwards to the dress she was wearing. A dress that was eerily similar to the one you wore just last night at the club when you first saw her. Tight and solid colored. Dipping at the chest and complimenting her skin tone perfectly. Her hair was styled the same way you had it last night too. Down and flowy. A strand tucked cutely behind her ear and revealing one side of a diamond earring that glittered every time her head turned. 

If you didn't know her, you would have thought she was pretty. But oh no. She was far from that. And Yoongi... oh, Yoongi. What did you get yourself into, baby? You wanted to spin around and ask him what the fuck was he thinking? How did he meet her? This was the person he mentioned he was seeing at Taehyung's birthday party, right? It had to be.

If you closed your eyes, you could see Yoongi's precious smile from that night at Tae's party behind your eyelids. It was as clear as day. The way he sank back into his chair. Arms folded over his chest and one leg crossed over the other. Eyes glazed and sleepy as if he was ready to take a nap in the exact chair he was sitting in. You could see how at ease and peaceful he was from behind your eyelids. How in love he was. He had the same look on his face now and fuck, your heart dropped to your stomach at the realization that Min Yoongi was dating a woman that only had intentions to get into your boyfriend's pants. 

You never would have thought the day Yoongi told you he was seeing someone would turn out this way. You never guessed the person that had Yoongi smiling so hard that evening was the devil in disguise. How did he not see that? The spell this woman had over the beloved rapper was alarming. Where did this witch come from?

Fuck... You were going to be sick all over again.

There was a nauseating feeling you had in your stomach since the cafe and it never left your mouth. Truly, if you didn't get it together in the next 5 seconds, you would be keeling over and retching over the entire living room, "Jungkook." You barely whispered the name of your boyfriend, hand lifting to reach behind you to the back of your jeans for your phone. You needed to call Jungkook immediately. Needed to tell him to come back to the dorms right away. But you were frozen solid and weak. Your hands feeling like lead and the rest of your body seizing up like concrete. You couldn't move your arm any further. Feeling stuck in the moment with your eyes glued to Yoongi and Sora's hands knitted tightly together. 

You forced yourself to count backwards from ten in your head as you attempted to steady your breathing. A method you used anytime you felt anxious. It helped for the most part. Gave you 10 seconds to become aware of danger. Gave you a moment to realize you're going to be okay. It wasn't working today. You felt like you were all over the place. Too emotional. Too many moods happening at once. There was just too much going on.

You inhaled sharply through your nose and caught a whiff of Sora's sickeningly sweet perfume, making you gag in your mouth at the smell.

What's happening to me? You felt as though you would drop onto the floor and die at any minute. It was bizarre and you couldn't put your finger on why you felt that way except for one reason... the person standing in front of you,

"Oh my god, hi! It's so good to see you boys again! How long has it been? 5 years?"

The annoyingly familiar high-pitched voice shocked you to the core. Bringing you out of your stupor and making you instantly feel like you just got kicked right in your stomach. You felt the heat starting to grow along your face and your mouth went dry, unable to form a coherent thought or sentence, "And Y/N! I've been so excited to properly meet you. Yesterday I was too busy to properly introduce myself." She let go of Yoongi's hand and lurched over to you, grabbing you by the shoulders and yanking your body into a forced hug, dragging your name out annoyingly when she spoke. Just the way she did last night.

She squeezed your frame. Basically giving you a firm, "Surprise bitch. I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me." type of hug. It wasn't soft and full of love like Jungkook's bear hugs or gentle and calming like Jimin's embraces. No. This exchange was a threat and it worried you. For the first time since landing in Korea, you felt your heart drop to the floor in a bad way. For the first time in all of the time you have been in his country, you felt in fear of your life.

You truly felt scared and you were starting to realize this wasn't going to end well.

The way your stomach dropped like a rollercoaster then began churning and flipping within your body at the sound of her saying your name caused the lunch you had at the café with Hoseok and Jimin earlier to start creeping back up your throat. Threatening to make you throw it all up. The somersaults your organs began to do within your body made your legs wobble. Saliva began to fill your mouth. Preparing to protect your teeth from the imminent upchuck waiting to happen. You could feel yourself about to throw up in your mouth and you quickly clasped a hand over your lips, forcing yourself to control the sudden nausea making your body quake from seeing Sora in the flesh once again.

She squeezed your body close to hers. Giving you a bone crushing hug and forcing you to inhale yet another strong whiff of her overpowering perfume. You wanted to barf on her. To throw a punch into the side of her head even but you were completely shocked at her shamelessness. You sucked air into your lungs to calm yourself down and then shook your head quickly, feeling your entire body flush with anger at once. 

Goodbye nausea. Hello rage. 

Your head snapped up and you tore yourself away from Sora's embrace once you got a hold of yourself, "Do not touch me." You spoke, jaw clenching and your eyes squinting for a brief moment while you eyed the woman before you,

"D...Did I do something wrong?" Sora's eyes were as wide as dinner plates. Her lips forming into an 'O' shape. She gave you a startled gaze. As if she was expecting you to hug her back. As if she was surprised at the fact you pulled away from her as quickly as you did, "I-I was just excited to see you again." Sora's tried to twitch a smile onto her face while she stumbled over her words, frantic eyes panning over to Yoongi with her arms halfway outstretched in front of herself. Left in the way you tore away from her.

Okay, this bitch was definitely a psycho. There was no doubt about it.

Another small bout of nausea made you gag slightly but you ignored it, pressing your lips together and then inhaling a sharp breath through your nose again before you spoke, "What do you mean you were too busy yesterday?!" You instantly retorted without a second thought, voice raising at once into a shout, "You weren't busy when you were touching on my fucking boyfriend last night and then cornering me in the washroom after?" Your body shook with each word you said, the anger rising within you and starting to make the blood buzz in your ears. But you didn't care.

All you could see right now was red. You were blind with fury and overcome with rage. So much rage that you wanted to throw a punch or two at her. Who was going to stop you? The guys wouldn't be able to keep you from beating the shit out of her right now, would they? They were way too sweet to stop you. You knew they would understand. Well... most of them would. 

You glanced over your shoulder and locked eyes with Hoseok who was halfway off his seat already, his brows furrowed and his arm extended towards you, "Y/N." He said your name but your name came out of his mouth in slow motion along with his movements. Everything moved slower now. As if time was halting around the bunch of you.

Perfect.

You took a bold step forward towards Sora and she stepped back cautiously, making you want to leap at her more from the way she almost jumped backwards away from you. Making you look like you were about to attack her. I mean, that's truly what you wanted to do. You wanted to grab Sora by the throat and rocket launch her into a wall if you could but you restrained yourself. Taking a fearless step closer to her and watching the color drain from her cheeks. 

The fake happy look on her face instantly changed to a scowl. Her hands coming up to defend herself. Holding out in front of you a distance away as if she was trying to create a shield between the two of you. Her eyes were cold but filled with fear. She could front all she wanted but you knew a deer in headlights when saw one and here she was... Deer. In. Headlights.

From the other side of your peripheral, you saw Yoongi's smile instantly drop. The precious gummy smile disappearing and his eyes on your face contorting to pure confusion while you glared holes into Sora's distraught expression. Your reaction and movements all happened so fast and caught everyone off guard, causing the rapper to shake his head in confusion, 

"What are you talking about, Y/N?" Yoongi questioned you with alarm. He quickly moved closer to Sora, one hand extending to his girlfriend and the other holding out in front of you to keep you away from her, "Hey... I don't know what you're saying right now so, let's just calm down for a second. Sora's just trying to say hi to you." Yoongi's once happy, cheery voice was now full of bewilderment. Dark eyes glancing around the room for help from the other members while you stood there grimacing at his girlfriend,

"You gonna tell him?" You quirked a brow at Sora who visibly gulped when you spoke, "Gonna tell your "boyfriend" what you were telling me last night in the club washroom?" You made air quotations with your fingers, ignoring the audible noise of shock Jimin made from behind the three of you in realization of what you were speaking about.

'Yes, Jimin, this is Sora. The girl we were talking about at the café. THE Sora. Took you long enough.' You thought to yourself when you heard the raven-haired singer gasp behind you, 

"I told your ass if I ever fucking saw you again, I'd mace you. Now here you are." You stared in disbelief at Sora while you continued, eyes on her face then dropping to the hem of the dress she had on while she shifted on her feet in discomfort, "Jungkook didn't let you down easy the first time? You had to resort to crawling into his band-mates' pants to get to him? Is that what you did or what you're planning to do?" 

Your voice didn't sound like your own when you spoke. You sounded like a villain. An evil villain. But... you liked it. You wanted more of it and you were going to keep going, "You know she's the girl Jungkook fucked five years ago, right?" You paused for a moment as you locked eyes with Yoongi, "You know she still wants him too, right?" You turned your attention back to Sora and scoffed, shaking your head in disappointment,

You eyed Sora closely. Watched her body language. She was floored and at a loss of words. Not expecting you to react the way you did and definitely not expecting you to talk back either. You kept a close eye on her. Watched the way her hands and manicured nails clasped in front of her body to protect herself. Her fingers twiddling for a moment before resting over her stomach. Trying to deviate any attention on her away from herself but it was to no avail. 

She shifted uncomfortably on her feet and braced her back into the wall behind her. Eyes flickering over to her boyfriend then cautiously back over to you, "I... I don't know what she's talking about, Yoongi-ah." She muttered, the expression on her face holding a frightened and dazed look.

The bitch was acting, wasn't she? Putting on a show for her boyfriend and everyone else to see. Trying to make it seem as if she was just as shocked as the rest of you. You weren't buying it though. Even if you were the only one that saw through her, you were not about to let her get away with acting clueless. You could feel your face instantly flush at her bold and shameless lie. The anger making you think your ears will soon start blowing steam out of them, "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Right before you were about to start yelling, a familiar voice interjected, "Y/N?" Taehyung's tone echoed through your ears. So deep and so powerful. Thick and dripping with honey but also smooth as silk. The tone of his voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Making your stomach do yet another flip within your body. This time for a better reason. The familiarity of Taehyung's voice gave you comfort even though you were beet red with anger right now. At least you didn't feel nauseated hearing Taehyung say your name. But you did ignore him though. Refusing to take your eyes off Sora even when you could feel his eyes glued to the side of your face from where he was sitting. 

"What." You answered him, finally turning your head to meet his gaze, his eyes instantly gobbling you up and swallowing you whole.

The once sly smirk along his lips at finally seeing who Yoongi's girlfriend was long gone. The pair of dark eyes overcast with wavy hair covering his brows were sharp as they dug into your skin. A questioning gaze spreading over his features paired with an arched brow perking up over his forehead. His gaze softened for a second when your eyes met before changing back to its stone cold expression he was holding prior. The worry in his tone of voice was true. Filled with concern and fear, 

"Y/N..." He said your name again then stood up from his seat in the living room and crossed over to your side at once, his head cocking to the side and a fluffy set of brunette locks bouncing over his eyes as his head turned towards you, "...What are you talking about?" He questioned you but it was almost as if you couldn't hear a word he said. The deep rumble of his voice made your spine shiver. The confusion and alarm were plain and bold in his voice.

He was worried.

Taehyung had never seen you like this before. You were usually bubbly and bright each time he saw you. Giving him butterflies in his stomach and also making his dick twitch in his pants at the same moment. 

This time you were angry. Cold as ice and showing a side of you no one knew you were capable of having. He was scared to say the least. Scared of what you may do. And scared as to why you were even angry in the first place, "What's happening?" He questioned you once more and you felt him move beside you. A large hand reaching out and slender fingers wrapping around your wrist, trying to tug you backwards when he spoke, "What's going on?" He mumbled again and your head tilted slightly at the sound of his voice. Acknowledging his presence but not removing your eyes from Sora's even for a second,

"She knows what the fuck I'm talking about." You almost spoke through your teeth. Reaching to Taehyung's arm with your freehand and removing your wrist from his grasp in haste, "Don't you?" You spoke angrily, turning your attention back to Sora and avoiding Taehyung who was already reaching out to hold you back again, "Leave me alone, Tae." You glanced over your shoulder and shot him a look which made him put his hands up in defense immediately, "You have no idea what's happening." You muttered to Taehyung who still had his hands up, solemn eyes on your face and a pair of bubblegum pink lips pressed into a line before he nodded once and stepped back to give you space.

'This isn't your battle to fight, Taehyung. I'm sorry.'  You wish you could say the thoughts in your head out loud to him but you couldn't.

You turned back around to Sora and took a confident step forward to her, "Was this your ploy all along?" You challenged her with a snap, getting closer to her until you were right in her face, "What? You had a lot to say yesterday when you were talking about me. Now you somehow managed to slither your way here just like the snake you are. How surprising." A scoff escaped your lips and your shook your head, giving her a once over starting with her feet up to her head.

Lord, she was fucking ugly. Okay, no she actually wasn't. But her personality made her hideous. Yoongi, why? Why?  What was this perfect husband of a man seeing in this girl? Was the pussy that good, Yoongi? Fuck. This man could get anyone in the world that he wanted but yet chose this. 

And for anyone that believed the heart wants what the heart wants... fuck you too. Not Yoongi. He didn't know what he was getting himself into. Sora was far too dangerous for what she let on to be and no one was prepared for what was coming.

"I knew you couldn't answer me." You made a 'tch' sound with your teeth at Sora's silence and looked off to the side for a moment, spotting Jimin making his way over to you. You immediately shifted away from Jimin, almost ducking out of the way from his grasp, "No, Jimin. You don't understand." You practically hissed at him, swatting his hand and backing away.

Taehyung moved out of the way when Jimin came up to the group of you, allowing for Jimin to take his place in hopes that the angel voiced singer would be able to reason with you, "Hey, you need to relax for a second, Y/N." Jimin whispered to you, grabbing you by the elbow as he immediately joined you at your side, "I'm worried you're about to get hurt. Let's just calm down and wait for Jungkook to come."

That's it.

You were tired of the member's trying to stop you from confronting Sora. It only made the budding anger rising inside of you begin to accelerate until you felt your face become heated faster as the seconds went by. "If anyone touches me again, I'm going to bitch slap them. I swear to fucking God, Jimin." You yanked your arm out of his hold hard, almost making Jimin stumble backwards from the way you forcefully freed your arm out of his hands, "I can handle myself. Jungkook doesn't even know what went down." Your eyes burned into Sora's when you spoke, feeling your throat clench with every breath you took, "Jungkook doesn't even have the slightest idea what happened." You confessed with a sigh, refusing to look away from Sora. 

You felt as if you were about to start choking. The pained and distraught look on your face never faltering even as you came face to face with her. You were blinded with anger at this point and couldn't control yourself any longer. She made you so angry. Just looking at her face made your skin crawl and blood boil. You shouldn't even care. Shouldn't give a fuck that she was here. But you couldn't ignore her and pretend nothing was wrong. You couldn't pretend that you not only had personal beef with Sora for flirting with Jungkook and threatening you. You had beef with her for what she was doing to Yoongi.

You could already see that she was going to break this man's heart. Break him into pieces that might never be fixed. 

Fuck it, you were going to jail today for sure.

Sora on the other hand was scared to death. She wasn't expecting you to snap the way you did. She was hoping you would have a panic attack and run out of the dorms. Hopefully getting hit by a truck on your way out if the stars aligned that way. She still hadn't realized you weren't the type of bitch she could bully into submission. 

You warned her at the club you would act with force the next time you saw her. She didn't know how much force though. She didn't know you wanted to choke her out the second you saw her. She didn't know you already went through how you'd kick her ass in your head. Silently plotting the way you'd pummel her to dust if you had the chance. 

Sora didn't think you would say a word to her but here you were. Proving to her that you were going to be a bit harder to get rid of than she thought. You terrified her. Gave off an aura that made Sora feel as though you wanted BTS all to yourself. That wasn't the case. You didn't want all of BTS to yourself... You just wanted Jungkook.

You were going to be a tough competition to get rid of but she had to remind herself how far she had gotten. Eliminating all of Jungkook's exes and permanently ruining their lives so that they stayed out of the picture for good. No one but Sora knew she was the reason for all of Jungkook's break ups and failed relationships. He always blamed himself for everything ending. Blamed himself for never getting to be happy. He never knew why his exes would end things abruptly then proceed to vanish from his life without another trace. He didn't know it was all Sora's doing.

Sora was the reason Jungkook believed he was unlovable for such a long time. Made him think he wasn't capable of having any sort of stability in his life. No one knew she was the reason. No one knew she kept tabs on him. Knew the places he frequented. Knew the friends he had. Knew the cars he drove. She knew everything there was to know about Jungkook but she pretended she had no idea who he was. 

No one knew she would set plans into motion to sabotage all of his relationships. And no one knew she was plotting ways to get rid of you too. Only Sora knew what she was capable of.

You were a threat to her. A huge threat because you saw right through her from the start. It wasn't though Jungkook's exes were stupid and oblivious either. They just never expected a ditzy waitress to have links and connections to make their lives miserable. You also weren't aware that she could make your life a living hell too. But the difference between you and Jungkook's exes was that you didn't seem to care about your reputation and that made Sora wary.

You didn't seem to care if you were putting your life on the line for Jungkook and as much as your existence bothered her, you also lowkey scared her. You didn't look like the type of person that couldn't defend yourself. You looked like someone that was ready to take a bitch out if you had to when your loved ones were hurt. Sora couldn't wait to break you. Couldn't wait to find out what makes you crumble. 

'In all due time...' She thought to herself.

In all due time...

As much as Sora wanted to shit herself the moment you snapped, she had to keep it together or at least pretend she was. Choosing to play dumb in attempt to make you look as if you were losing your marbles, "I'm sorry? Are you okay, Y/N?" She smiled at you nonetheless, completely unfazed by your reaction to her, "W-What did I do?" Her face held a puzzled expression, eyes round and frazzled. 'Just play it cool.' Sora thought to herself. 'Make her look insane. Tears... Tears would work. I need to cry.' She looked to her side at Yoongi. Hoping to see him getting ready to punch you through a wall but instead, he stood there like a statue as if he was frozen in time.

What was he thinking?

Yoongi had always lived so recluse. Not in complete isolation but more so in choosing carefully who he got close to. He kept it simple. His group mates and family, of course. And then came you. You didn't give him much of a choice when it came to warming up to you. You kind of just made him love you. You were fun to be around and didn't force him to be social. Enjoying your time around him even if that meant doing absolutely nothing. 

You had the type of aura that allowed him to feel at ease around you. Holly too. Man, that dog loved you. The two of you could sit in silence while the guys socialized or you both could yell at the tv screen together when a foul was called during a basketball game. Either way, you both held a mutual respect for each other. Words never really needed to be said. So, an outburst like this from you shocked him. It made him delve deep into his thoughts. Was he being played? Was Sora really still hung up on an encounter that took place more than five years ago with a person that had very clearly made it known it was just a one-time thing?

Yoongi glanced at Sora when she wasn't looking. Tried to read her like he did with everyone. He could feel his heart rip in his chest when he looked at her. The fear starting to bubble inside of him and the unfortunate familiar sense of dread starting to make his stomach churn. 

They weren't together long but a few months was enough time to get to know someone. Get to know their little quirks and habits. Learn about their favorite things. What they liked to eat. How they took their coffee. Watch their favorite movies... you know. Things like that. 

First it was just a random hookup. A night spent together after a frustrating day confined to his studio. A night meant to help him reset and hopefully allow his creativity to flow the next day. One night turned into a coffee date. Another night turned into Yoongi opening himself up to her. Allowing for Sora to get to know who he was. Not Gloss, Agust D or Suga but Yoongi. Min Yoongi. She learned everything there was to know about him. Hearing about the soft-spoken rapper's life in its real, raw and true form.

For some, this might have been a good thing. He was Min Yoongi for crying out loud. Everyone wanted a piece of him. Imagine being able to lay in a dimly lit room. A mahogany and teakwood scented candle burning on the nightstand next to you. Surrounded by soft sheets on a custom-made bed with the warmth from the skin of a quiet but charismatic multitalented idol on yours. Was she aware people in the millions would trade their left lung for a moment like that? Lucky was an understatement. Sora had no idea how easy she lucked out. But it wasn't enough.

Yoongi wasn't enough for her.

The rapper's lack of care over trivial things made it easy for Sora to take advantage of him. But she didn't know Yoongi was far more brilliant than to let himself get manipulated that way. She wasn't aware that he didn't need her. Sora had no clue that Yoongi chose her. 

He didn't need to date anyone. Didn't need to open himself up to her. He was content with being single. Content with life and just going with the flow until he walked into the bar that night. But that didn't mean Yoongi was afraid to up and leave if he wanted to. Yoongi made it clear to her that he didn't want any headaches or drama in a relationship. Made it known to her that he not only valued respect to his space but also his privacy and the same for his group mates too. He didn't get attached. Didn't get needy. He didn't feel the need to. 

He was a person that wasn't easy to love. But a person that would be the greatest lover to have if given a bit of patience to understand him. He was a unique lover. Needing time on his own most days but never failing to make Sora feel special when he wasn't around either. Whether it was having flowers delivered to her apartment after a hard day or lunch dropped by her workplace when he knew she wasn't taking her breaks. Yoongi was an amazing boyfriend. He didn't have much experience with love and relationships but he was killing it nevertheless. Let's not get started on how he was in the bedroom either. 

Let's just say... Sora got the best of Yoongi outside and also got the best of that Agust D inside the bedroom too, if you know what I mean.

In short, he was fucking perfect. Doing more than what most useless men did nowadays anyways. And he wasn't hard on the eyes to look at either which was always and forever a plus too. With his black hair significantly longer and shaggy over his eyes now. Giving him a mature but still edgy look. His body was stronger and he seemed to have bulked up considerably. In other words, Yoongi was so sexy. Looks were just a mere addition to who he was. 

Sora didn't seem to be aware of the fact that Min Yoongi was brilliant. Not only was he a lyrical genius but he was a master producer. Being in demand by artists all over the world. Being begged to do collaborations with singers in both Korea and western countries as well. He was a very meticulous and calculative man. Never doing too much and never doing too little. Giving the world just a taste and tease of what he was truly capable of. Keeping everyone on their toes and wanting more from him each and every time he dropped a new collab or song. 

...But Yoongi also had a dark past. 

A past Sora knew about. A past he talked to her about. He had been through a lot. Faced a lot of heartache and uncertainty to the point where he felt life was meaningless. It was different now. Yoongi learned to live every minute like it was his last. Learned to be proud of himself and his band's accomplishments. Learned to say "fuck you" to the haters and learned that his dream of having a big house, big cars and big rings was at his fingertips now.

But there was something Sora didn't know.

She didn't know that Yoongi chose to let things slide so that he wouldn't have to overthink. She wasn't aware that he was exceptional at reading people. He had the ability to pick up on little things about a person that no one else seemed to notice. He had always been that way but he also had to give props to the psychology course in school he was studying. The science of an individual's personality was astounding to the rapper. He was deeply invested in the study of the mind. 

Sora had no idea she was Yoongi's little experiment. She had no idea that he could sense the way her vibe would change anytime someone said Jungkook's name. The way her eyes lingered to the door behind them every now and then as if she was anxious to see his dongsaeng.

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he was overanalyzing things.

Was it all in his head? Was he spiraling again? Slipping back into the dark part of his mind that he fought so hard to get out of?

He was already broken before. Many times before. People didn't need to get all sentimental and emotional with him to know this. Just looking into Yoongi's eyes made everyone see that he's been through so much. Too much for any regular late 20-year-old man should. They knew this without getting deep with him because you all had the same look in your eyes at least once. We have all had the same look on our faces.

Same expressions. Same demeanor.

Pain. Hurt. Anguish.

You could relate. You were no different and no better before meeting Jungkook. You had been broken and put together so many times that you were still missing pieces. Just like Yoongi. But Jungkook found you. Treated you like expensive porcelain and pieced you back together. Slowly and carefully. Using his love and adoration for you as glue to bound the bits and parts of you that had been tearing apart at the seams.

Letting you use him like a drug.

Jungkook changed you. Brought the best out of you. Made you glow. Made you happy. His love made you feel as if you weren't living in reality. He made you feel as if you were floating. He healed you. Making you whole again and fixing you.

Sora wasn't going to do that with Yoongi. She had different plans in mind. She wanted something different. Someone different. And she was going to play and manipulate Yoongi as much as she could then leave him in ruins. She was going to rip his heart out of his chest and stomp the ground with it. At least that's what her plan was to do. 

Let's just hope Yoongi was smarter than that.

Let me reiterate. Yoongi was never anyone's damaged goods to fix. He was fine by himself. Things would have figured their own way out with time anyways. He would have met a person whenever he wanted to. Could have anyone he wanted. But Yoongi wanted Sora. And he let her in. He let her into his heart and now... This might be the last time he ever let himself be used.

This love might kill him.

He couldn't.

He couldn't go back to the way he used to be. Not again.

For his sake, Yoongi had to ignore his observations. He was tired anyways, right? Yeah... that's why he was thinking this way. Working until late in the night and only having a few hours of sleep. He blamed everything on lack of rest. He wanted this to work so badly and he could only hope he was just reading too much into things.

If he had to lie to himself to make it work. If he had to lie about being tired so that he seemed as if he was hallucinating Sora's behavior, Yoongi would. It's just what he thought he had to do.

You yanked your arm out of Jimin's hold and stalked back up to her again, "You think you're funny?" You were closer to her now and she backed away, allowing for Yoongi to get between the two of you, "Don't act stupid. Share with us your plans, Sora." You said her name as if it was a forbidden word, her name alone making you want to gag all over again, "Tell everyone what your plan is."

Yoongi came out of his daze at the right moment. Catching the last bit of what you were saying and making him turn his attention to you, "What are you talking about?" Yoongi's eyes were on your face. His face was stone cold. Not mean. Not nice either. He was expressionless and unreadable. Just the way Yoongi always was. The only difference you noticed in him was his stance. He had one hand stretched outwards and keeping you a few meters away from him to block Sora who had already slithered herself like a snake behind her boyfriend's back, "Why are you saying those things?"

So, he's protecting this bitch?

You ignored Yoongi completely, your eyes glued to Sora's own beady irises over Yoongi's head while you spoke, "Don't act like you're innocent and clueless, you fucking bitch." You spoke the words out harshly, peeking around Yoongi's body at her and trying to push the rapper out of the way, "Yeah, go ahead and hide behind your boyfriend. Let's see if he can protect you."

"Hey, hey... Don't threaten her, Y/N." Yoongi muttered to you as you pushed him. Instinctively, he gave you a light push back. He didn't mean to put his hands on you that way and you had to admit, it shocked you that he even touched you too. It wasn't hard enough to shove you away from them. But it was enough to keep you from climbing over him to get to Sora, "Just relax for a second. Tell me why you're so upset." He tried to reason with you but you weren't having any part of it. In fact, you weren't hearing any part of it. Too blinded and consumed by your own rage to pay attention to anything other than the fact that: 

1. You were angry as shit 

and 

2. Yoongi was strong as fuck now.

With just one touch, you could tell his body was firm and the muscles in his bicep felt rigid. He wasn't buff like their big boobed leader or the human form of The Hulk like Jungkook. Nor was he slender and delicate like Jimin either. He was sort of in the middle. You couldn't help but notice how strong he was now. 

It didn't fear you though. No matter how much you hated his girlfriend and might kill her today, Yoongi would never lose his shit on you... Even though you weren't being the most reasonable with him right now. His entire body was pumping with adrenaline. Feeling his heart beat thumping within his chest and all five senses on guard as if you were about to jump Sora at any second. 

The rapper gazed down at you with an unrecognizable expression. Was it worry? Concern? Anger? He was so pretty though. His eyes looking almost apologetic. As if he was trying to say sorry. He didn't want to be in the middle of his girlfriend and his best friend's soulmate. He hated conflict and this was the last thing Yoongi wanted to happen today,

"I'm not telling you shit, Yoongi. This is between me and her." You pushed him once more and he finally moved back a bit. Giving you some space but still standing protectively in front of Sora, "How did you manage to pull this off?" You questioned Sora from over Yoongi's shoulder again, pretending not to notice his icy and questioning stare digging into your face. Your own glare burned and melting into Sora's eyes like candle wax.

She was sucked in by your stare. Sharp eyes piercing and seeing right through her like no one else could, "You can fool everyone else." Your hand raised, a freshly manicured finger pointing around the room at the members behind you, "Fool all of them but not me." The same finger that was pointing around the room landed on Sora, pointing right at her face with the stiletto tip of your nail before you realized you had forgot about someone. A certain someone...

The boyfriend of the bitch in front of you,

"And Yoongi?" You spun around on your heels to Yoongi who hadn't moved an inch from in front of Sora. You stared at him with a look of pure disappointment on your face, "I expected more from you." You paused and inhaled sharply before speaking again, "You deserve more." You shook your head quickly and felt your voice quaking with every word you said, "She's just playing a game with you... With all of you." You looked over your shoulder at the guys behind you, nodding at their wide eyed and distraught expressions, "I know... You're all looking at me like I'm fucking insane. And I get it. I really do. I might just be losing my mind but I know what happened to me yesterday. I know what she was trying to do with Jungkook. I wouldn't lie about that." You could feel the tears threatening to fall, the lump in your throat making it agonizing to speak, "You guys have to believe me." A final whisper escaped your lips and you shook your head, fighting to stop yourself from crying.

No time to cry now. The little voice in your head screamed. Don't cry. The voice echoed again and you listened. You had to keep it together because the last thing you wanted to do was start bawling all over again just the way you did in the café earlier. At least back then at the café you were surrounded by the comfort of Jimin and Hoseok. You weren't ready to start breaking down in front of the rest of Jungkook's band mates. Something told you that Taehyung would burst out laugh at you for crying and Yoongi would just roll his eyes in defense of his girlfriend. And you sure as fuck weren't ready to show that side of you to that bitch Sora either. There was no way you were going to embarrass yourself like that.

Not right now at least.

A small click of a tongue could be heard from behind Yoongi and out Sora stepped from behind him. She had finally given up on being nice and acting ditzy with you. It wasn't working and she wasn't getting anywhere with it either. Soon enough Yoongi would catch on. And if not Yoongi, one of the other members for sure would smell her bullshit. 

She decided to keep up with her clueless façade but wanted to add some ~spice~ as well. With hopes that Yoongi and the other members wouldn't think she was stupid (lol too late bitch). 

"Hah..." She scoffed, boldly placing her hands on her hips and glancing over to her boyfriend when she spoke, "Yoongi oppa, you didn't tell me Jungkook's girlfriend was such a bitch. Or is she off her meds?" Sora suddenly piped up almost as if she broke character. Her eyes widened at her bold choice of words while the rest of your heads all turned at the sound of her voice.

Fuck, she didn't mean to call you a bitch out loud.

She swallowed thickly and felt her heartbeat accelerate in her chest when all eyes turn to her. Everyone's mouths were on the floor. Shock and fury painted on their faces.

Damn. That wasn't supposed to come out like that. 

Sora's plan was to keep everything short and sweet. Be as endearing and likeable as possible so that you looked like an unreasonable bitch. It wasn't her fault you were seeing through her. And it wasn't your fault Sora was a serial narcissist. She made it too easy for you too call her out on her bullshit. Now all eyes were on her. Waiting for what Sora would say next.

Too late to pretend now.

Sora had to defend herself somehow. Like hell she was going to stay quiet and let you stand there making her look bad. She desperately needed Yoongi to believe she was only in love with him. She needed the rest of BTS to believe that. Fuck whatever you had to say. Why would the guys believe you over Sora anyways? They were going to believe someone Jungkook was hiding from the world? They were going to listen to a person they hardly knew?

Sora had no idea how well the guys knew you. She had no idea how well Yoongi knew you. She didn't have the slightest clue how much time you've spent with them. She didn't know about the places you've been with the guys. The nights out clubbing. The Soop house. The bars. Your home. Their dorms. Concerts with Jimin. Friendship bracelets with Hoseok. Late night deep conversations about life with Namjoon. Making beats with Yoongi in the genius lab. Hours spent with Jin talking shit about everyone and eating good food. The peaceful moments spent sitting in silence with Taehyung when the both of you need a second away from the energy of the guys. And of course... Jungkook. The sole reason you were in this country in the first place.

She didn't know you had your own ways of bonding with the members. Some more conventional than most, yes. The point is... you were close to BTS. Closer than Sora could even imagine.

But she was right...

Would they believe you?

"Um-- I'm sorry?" Jimin huffed out under his breath without missing a beat. Not even giving anyone else a chance to respond. He had grown tired of standing there in silence and watching this shit unfold. He had to say something and tried to interject many times only to silence himself before opening his mouth in fear that he would make you snap again. This time, he couldn't stay quiet. Not when Sora just called you a bitch. Who did she think she was? His eyes widened slightly in disbelief over her words, thinking he didn't hear her correctly, "What did you just say?" He snapped his head towards Sora and she quickly shifted on her feet when Jimin cocked his head to the side, wispy bangs flipping with the tilt of his head, "Off her meds? And... Who are you calling a bitch?"

Jimin was the first to react. Rightfully so. He was protective of his loved ones. Some would say it was almost motherly but who cared? He always meant well. He was the first to tap Jungkook's shoulder and point him in the direction of you coming out onto the stage at the club the first night you and Jungkook met. He was the first person you called when you found out Jungkook was in BTS and didn't know what to do. He was the one who stayed up to make sure you had something to eat and a ride home the first time Jungkook brought you back with him to the house they were staying at in your city. He was the one who sent you your daily dose of Jungkook pictures during the 30 days you were in your city away from his dongsaeng.

He had always been there. Always had your back.

Jimin loved you. He cared about you. He loved you as a friend but also treated you like his girlfriend sometimes. It was a weird dynamic. But you both understood each other and that's all that mattered. Sure, he gave you the wrong vibe in the beginning because truthfully, he wanted you in a different way before. Being used to sharing other women with Jungkook and all. He didn't know how serious the younger was about you. So yeah, he may have flirted a bit with you. He may have even praised the heavens the night at the club when you were all drunk and Jungkook let him kiss you. But he meant well... Jimin meant well. He always did.

Sora was quiet for a moment, a pair of beady eyes reading the room before she wetted her lips then opened her mouth to speak again, "Can you blame me? She's done nothing but berate me since she walked in the door with you and Hoseok. Like the two of you were her guard dogs or something."

"Okay, that's enough." Hoseok chimed in this time with a snap of his voice, shaking his head quickly with dismay and heaving out a deep exhale before puffing his cheeks up with air. The room felt thick with tension from the simple words Hoseok uttered.

Ever seen an angry Hoba? Well, you're about to see one now.

The once cheery dancer whose eyes crinkled happily at the sight of each member was gone. The happy pill for a rapper who made friendship bracelets for his friends and who loved his members so much he collected tickets and other tchotchkes from outings he had with the guys from ages ago was no longer in the room. 

Everyone knew to run to their respective corners whenever Hoseok was angry... and the funny thing was, he hardly got upset. He was a joy to be around. Always easing the tension in the room with his smile. Cracking jokes and lightening the mood with just being present. He had this golden retriever type of energy that made everyone feel at ease whenever he was around. However, the few times in a blue moon that Jung Hoseok did get angry, it was serious.

He held an intense look in his eyes as he looked at Sora. Those deep, chocolate-colored irises read no nonsense. It was the same look he had when he would watch the guys practicing. Hoseok was always quick to notice a mistake the other members made whether it was off stage or on. He was meticulous that way and there was no difference right now. However, Sora was still Yoongi's girlfriend and as much as he disliked her, he still wanted to keep it somewhat respectful, 

"I'm sorry." He muttered, drawing in a quick breath through his nose then finally beginning to speak again, his voice lowered and softer than a few seconds ago when he exhaled, "We care about Y/N." He struggled to keep his voice leveled, habitually fiddling with his fingers while the disgruntled murmur left his lips, a pair of dark brows across his forehead creasing along with his disappointed frown, "She's Jungkook's girlfriend, we have to--"

"--Yeah, yeah, whatever I get it, J-Hope..." Sora rolled her eyes and cut Hoseok off informally before he could finish his sentence, "I didn't ask for any of you to get involved." She continued, looking around at the faces of the distraught members, "What? Did she fill you all in on her own lies before you got here? You all came together, right? Did she tell you some made up story to get sympathy?" Sora met Yoongi's eyes and shook her head, her voice suddenly cracking and trembling as she sucked in a breath, "No one wants to hear my side of the story and it's getting annoying." 

A sob threatened to break free from her mouth and the way she was acting made you and the members collectively wonder if she was faking it or not, "Yeah, you have to protect her. I guess you're her security team or whatever. I'm just some random slut from the club, right?" The pout in her voice was extremely irritating. She spat the words out as if it was a bad thing to be a slut. Making her sound as if she was whining more than crying. Was she upset that she didn't get the reaction she wanted or was she really hurt?

Hoseok mouth snapped shut from Sora's comeback, shifting uncomfortably on his feet instead as she hung her head and tried to cry. He had no answers to her questions, of course but he was stunned to say the least. 

The once ray of sunlight in a dark room was silenced.

Everyone knew not to mess with a serious Hoseok and Sora defied that rule today. Hoseok let her, of course. He was a man of respect and wasn't going to get involved in Yoongi's relationship more than he already was in that moment even if he wanted to start swinging in response to Sora interjecting him mid-sentence that way. 

Hoseok knew better than to get tied into the middle of Yoongi and Sora's entanglement. Yes, entanglement. There was no way someone as smart and gifted like Yoongi could be in love with Sora. There was no way this could be a relationship. Hoseok figured that all out from the first 5 minutes of meeting Sora. He was extremely good at reading people just like Yoongi. Being able to feel a person's aura and energy by just being in the room with them. That's why Hoseok kept his circle small. Choosing his friends and acquaintances careful enough to count them all on both hands. He preferred it to be that way. That's why Hoseok never had a problem with Jungkook dating you.

From the moment he met you, Hoseok knew you would be in their lives forever. You matched Jungkook's energy well. You fit his dongsaeng like a puzzle piece. Clicked with him like a button. He had no idea what love meant until he saw the way you looked at Jungkook. Everyone always spoke about the way Jungkook looked at you. It wasn't easy to ignore those deep, round eyes full of love and commitment. The adorable pair of doe eyes planning a future with you behind them. There was no lie that Jungkook literally had hearts in his eyes when he looked at you but what other's failed to notice the way you gazed at his band mate as well.

It was comparable to a breath of fresh air.

That was the simplest way to describe how you looked at Jungkook. And perhaps, that's exactly what he was to you. You looked at the younger with a fondness. A likeness so strong that anyone could believe that you two had known each other your whole lives and maybe even in your past. 

Hoseok could only assume his observation was correct. He didn't know much about you. Just the bits and pieces he would hear from Jimin, Seokjin and Jungkook himself. He knew you were a dancer. How could he forget? You captivated all seven of them that night in the club and that was no lie. With your beauty and class... You were a masterpiece to look at... A priceless art piece for Jungkook to indulge in. You had him hooked on you ever since that night. So sprung that Hoseok would joke with the younger constantly about the way he left the club that night. 

He could distinctly remember a time during dinner when Jungkook was back in Korea without you. The youngest member was moping at the table. Poking at his food with his brows furrowed and eyes glued to unread messages he had sent you. Jungkook tried to hide it around you but he couldn't hide from his hyung's that he was becoming poutier the longer he was away from you. So pouty that Hoseok began playfully telling the younger they should start to call you "illegirl" as a joke. 

It was just to tease the younger at first but Jungkook didn't seem to mind. Didn't deny it. Didn't protest it. He simply laughed and shook his head singing out, "But I want it anyway." while he would try to swat his hyung.

Hoseok took a liking to you even though he barely knew you because he could feel the romantic energy you and Jungkook shared. He knew you both would take care of each other. He knew the two of you were meant to be together just by the way you looked at each other. As if the world didn't spin anymore. As if nothing else mattered. 

Hoseok couldn't feel that between Yoongi and Sora.

He felt the attraction, yes. Hoseok could sense the energy between the couple but something was off... something was missing. The energy was one sided. He could see the love and adoration behind Yoongi's gaze whenever he looked at Sora. It was the same dreamy eyed look Jimin would give anyone that was drawn to look in his direction and the same dorky but cute kind Namjoon would give Jin.

Hoseok couldn't see that when he looked at his fellow rapper and his girlfriend. It worried him. Sora screamed red flags from what you shared with Jimin and him at the café and also from what he could see in front of him. Hoseok believed what you told him wholeheartedly and judging by the way Sora snapped at him for trying to protect you, she was just as lethal as you described,

"Relax, hyung. Let me handle it." Jimin placed a hand on Hoseok's shoulder when he joined him at his side, "Yah, Sora-ssi..--" He tried to get her attention with the formalities but clicked a tongue in response to Sora when she refused to meet his eyes, "Fine, don't look at me." Jimin mumbled, his voice soft and gentle when he spoke but still uncaring, "At least don't forget your honorifics if you're going to be disrespectful. We're just trying to figure out what happened." Jimin's eyes squinted at her and took a careful step forward towards Sora while Taehyung placed a hand onto his hyung's arm to keep him from getting closer to her.

Sora finally removed her glare from Hoseok and twisted her head to the side to meet Jimin's eyes. She scowled at him. Giving the angelic, dark haired dancer a type of look, no one had ever given him before. 

We've all heard stories about people falling in love with Jimin by simply looking at him. This was not one of those looks, no and unfortunately so, Jimin knew what staring into the eyes of someone with hatred in them felt like. He knew full well what it was like to look into the eyes of an anti. To look at a person who hated you for no reason. He's felt that all before. It was no different when looking at Sora. Her glares were as cold as ice. Shooting him down with her eyes and making the hairs on the back of his neck stand when she spoke, 

 "Why don't you stay out of it... Jimin-ssi? This doesn't concern any of you."

What a fucking--- You were about to jump this bitch.

Hah, if Yoongi wanted to be with someone like this, so be it but Jimin had already has his mind made up today. If Sora ever thought for once second she would ever get close to BTS in order to get to Jungkook like you explained at the café then she was dead wrong. Everything you cried about in the café was true. Everything you confided in Hoseok and Jimin was true. You had seen firsthand the things Sora was capable of and you only gave the two dancers a gist of what happened. You only gave the two groupmates a sliver of what Sora might truly be capable of. Jimin knew deep down that Sora was trouble.

But the true question was... is Yoongi going to be able to see that too?

"Yoongi, let's leave." Sora spat out but kept her eyes on Jimin with a raised brow, "I don't feel welcomed here." She mumbled; a cold expression plastered across her face as if she was taunting him to come closer.

Jimin would never lay a hand on her, of course. He wouldn't hurt a fly. He just wanted to ask her where this new found confidence and attitude came from but she continued to speak and the rest of Bangtan listened because truthfully, they were all confused and the unfolding situation only became more befuddling,

"No, I'm leaving." 

You sucked in a sharp breath and quickly fumbled to go grab your belongings, "I need to go before I do something I won't regret." You shot Sora a look and reached for your Birkin bag that you had set down when you came into the dorm, snatching it off a chair hastily and pulling it over your arm while you picked up your leather coat from over the backing of the chair as well, "Room's starting to smell like shit anyways. I think someone forgot to shower today and tried to cover it up with a cheap perfume." You muttered under your breath as you draped the coat over your arm then opened your purse to look for your keys, "Smells like... skank." You sniffed the air dramatically and looked at Sora, shrugging a bit to yourself and making it look as if you were having a conversation on your own.

Your comment made Jimin want to burst out laughing. No one actually smelled. In fact, Yoongi's dorm always had a pleasant citrusy scent to it. But the energy Sora gave off made the entire room heavy and dark. Like the calm before a storm. Her perfume was a bit overbearing though which made Jimin want to laugh harder because he thought he was the only person that noticed. Even when you were upset, Jimin found you cute. But now wasn't the time to be unserious as much as he wanted to give you a high five for that line. Jimin bit back a laugh, arms crossing over his chest and his thumb rubbing over his lower lip as his gaze travelled to the floor.

Hoseok on the other hand was glancing around the room worriedly, feeling himself sweating as he watched you fumble with your belongings. He didn't want you to leave just yet. The dancer was silently prayed your boyfriend would walk through the door and settle this once and for all. He was reciting every damn chant he knew to summon the rest of his group mates. Sensing the tension between you and Sora and counting down the seconds you were away from getting physical.

Taehyung was quiet in the background. Just as he always was. Silent and observant. Lips pressed tight together and his own hand in his pant pocket, fingers brushing over the lighter in his pocket. 

If you were planning to go, Taehyung wasn't going to let you go on your own. He needed to leave the room as well. At least to take a breather. It was suffocating being with everyone like this and he needed to escape before things got ugly. But he also didn't want to leave anything unsaid. And then again, he truly didn't want to be alone with you either. 

However, he didn't want you leaving the dorm in the fit of rage you were in. He knew you needed to smash things to get rid of the frustration. You weren't going to just let things go anymore. Especially when it came Sora. 

She angered you so much that Taehyung couldn't believe something as sweet and endearing as you could even get upset. And truly, the last thing he wanted was for you to end up on the evening news for being arrested for going on a rampage and beating up every mail box and light post in the city until you got your anger out.

Just as you were about to push past the members and head to the door where your shoes were, Sora decided to speak up, 

"No one wants you here anyways." She retorted and you almost dropped your purse in your hands. You turned around and looked at her, your mouth opening with a slew of curses and insults about to exit your lips before Yoongi cut his girlfriend off as he started to speak,

"Stop, Sora." 

Yoongi looked at her, his voice stern and unchanging, "Let's just all take a breath and talk it out." He had a large hand resting on Jimin's shoulder for support. Almost as if he was gathering his strength to face reality. He dropped to his hand from Jimin's shoulder to his side and a pair of dark, solemn eyes looked around the room at each of his member's faces before his gaze finally fell onto yours, his heart twinging in his chest at your very obviously hurt and distraught expression.

He had never seen you in a state like this and to be quite honest, he was starting to believe you more than his own girlfriend.

Where the fuck was Jungkook, the eldest hyung and their leader? They should have been back by now. If Jungkook didn't walk through the door in the next five minutes, Yoongi could predict a fight between you and Sora would break out. A real fight. And he knew he wouldn't be able to stop any of you judging from the way you and Sora were sizing up each other at the moment,

"You're right, hyung. No one needs to leave, okay?" Taehyung nodded his head at you when he spoke, "Let's just cool it for a second." He nodded once more in your direction, almost as if he was speaking to you directly.

The way Taehyung looked at you made the anger bubbling in you ease immediately. You were surprised that Taehyung who was usually the disinterested one of the group was getting involved. Did she try to hit on him before too? Did he see through her too? You didn't expect him to be the one mediating right now.

Jimin and Hoseok also nodded in agreement from where they stood next to Taehyung, their gazes on your face and holding a promising look to them. As if they were asking you to wait because they didn't want you to leave. Jimin stared at you with a pair of longing eyes. Wanting to leap to the door and barricade you from leaving. But he understood completely why you would want to go. He would be heading for the hills too if he was stuck in a mess like this. The guys didn't know the full story either. You didn't tell them exactly what happened. You chose to keep most of it to yourself and Jimin worried more about that. You wouldn't act this way for nothing. And if Sora thought she was going to get away with this, she had another thing coming.

"Stay." Hoseok mumbled, a stoic expression on his face but his eyes full of warmth when he looked at you. He avoided Sora completely. Ignoring her even when she shifted as though she was going to protest. "We can all leave together when Jungkook gets here." He reasoned, nodding once more with his jaw clenched and gaze dropping to the floor. 

He was defeated. Disappointed in the way things turned out today and not wanting anymore bullshit to happen before the other members got to the dorm. He couldn't hide the way he felt and his face was too unreadable. Damn it. You were hoping Hoseok and his golden retriever energy would calm the storm but the man was too stunned to react anymore. Poor Hobi. He didn't deserve that shit and you wanted to punch Sora in the mouth just for that. On one hand you felt terrible at the way Sora spoke to him. But on the other, you were glad he could see the pure evil she was,

"You're all letting her gang up on me and Yoongi--..." Sora started to speak and glanced to her boyfriend who's puzzled expression and furrowed brows only seemed to grow more confused when she spoke, "...He hasn't even defended me yet... No one has--"

Before she could even finish her sentence, Yoongi suddenly huffed out, losing his temper for just that one second "--Because I have no idea what the fuck is going on, Sora." He breathed out, shaking his head quickly, "I just... I just don't get it." A pale hand reached up to his hair, long and slender fingers brushing through the locks and shaking it out to fall over his face, "Maybe this was all a mistake. I should have waited." He muttered under his breath and Sora turned to face him, tears immediately flooding her eyes and her voice cracking when she spoke,

"I knew you would believe that stupid foreign bitch over me." She cried out, the pitch of her voice making your ears ring, "You stood there and let her harass me and didn't say anything Min Yoongi. Now you're saying this was a mistake." And just like that, her tears had surprisingly dried up, her voice losing it's emotion and turning to a flat monotone, "What was a mistake, Yoongi? Our relationship or—or was SHE a mistake? Coming into your lives and brainwashing you all into thinking she's some perfect little angel—She's a whore. An ugly, disgusting slut that only wants to use you all."

"Hey— Watch your fucking mouth." Taehyung's voice interjected through the noise and tension although his eyes weren't on Sora any longer. 

He didn't need to think twice before he spoke this time. Sora was moving into dangerous territory and by the judge of the member's around her collectively shifting on their feet from what she said, he could tell she wasn't going to like what they said next if she continued. 

A pair of pure black irises were glued to you while you stood there with your purse clutched in between your fingertips. Your jacket slowly sliding off from where it laid draped over your arm and your shoulders slumping forward. He watched the way your knuckles went pale along with the rosiness in your cheeks. The blood draining from your face and heading straight to your heart. You were about to pop. Your breathing was shallow and if he wasn't mistaken, your eyes were brimmed with tears.

She crossed the line this time.

There was a quietness that fell over the room after Sora spoke. Everyone was astonished at Sora's ridiculous outburst. You were especially shocked to say the least. With your hands holding tight to your purse in front of you and your knees threatening to buckle under you as her voice boomed in your head. You could feel how uneven your breaths were now as you slowly bent to the chair next to you and set your purse and jacket back down where they were previously, your eyes focused on the polish of your nails and your breaths coming to a halt as you smoothed your hands neatly over the front of your shirt.

You took a moment to collect yourself. To take a moment and think about whether you were dreaming or not. To think about whether you were going to go to prison over this woman today or not. 

After inhaling another deep breath and exhaling quietly, you felt ready to face her now. That was when you turned your head to look at Sora, your heartbeat beginning to race once more as the rage took over you again, "What did you just say about me?" You muttered the words out slowly, your voice calm and collected but your stare was frightening and lethal, "What did you fucking say?" You questioned Sora again, making her start to smile at you. Her grin was menacing and taunting as if she was begging you to get physical,

Sora didn't take a breath when she responded. A leering edge to her voice as if she was egging you on to continue, "You're nothing but a stripper. Jungkook pities you and that's why he's with you."

Jimin was already stepping forward to intervene, his hand extending to take Sora by the elbow as he spoke, "Okay, you need to leave. I'm sorry. Yoongi, you know this is out of hand now..." He was about to grab her and escort her out of the dorm himself but you caught him off guard, flying into an uncontrollable rage without thinking.

Your heart rate accelerated at the mere sound of Sora saying Jungkook's name and there was no stopping you now. You had no idea how you managed to muster the strength but you did anyways. Shoving Jimin out of your way with one push and making him stumble backwards. He lost his balance and his side slammed into Hoseok. Making the two of them nearly fall into a table in Yoongi's living room but Hoseok caught Jimin just in time while you used the moment of distraction to launch yourself at Sora, shoving her hard and making her trip backwards.

She crashed to the floor quickly. Hands flailing to grab onto to anything she could but it was to no avail. Her face contorted into surprise and she yelped loud, knocking the wind out of her body the second her back hit the hardwood with a loud thud,

"Nothing but a stripper, huh?" 

You started to laugh and Sora only glared at you in response. She tried to rise to her feet faster than you've ever seen her move but her body was moving slower than her brain. She wanted to waste no time. But her body was taking a moment to register the fact that she just fell onto her ass like the weak bitch she was.

 She staggered to her feet. Almost tripping over herself. Her hair already a mess and her shaking hands struggling to adjust her dress that rose up with her fall. Her face was as red as a tomato. Red from getting knocked to her ass that way. And red from falling so clumsily in front of BTS themselves. She was so angry that she could feel the energy shocking her to the core. And that's when you both began to fight, grabbing at whatever articles of clothing you both could reach.

She had a good grip on the front of your shirt. Using your body to help her stand. How pathetic. You thought to yourself. Almost laughing at how ridiculous she looked. You let her pull you. You let her yank you over to her, her nails digging into the material of your button up and pulling the shirt untucked from your jeans. 

You felt your button up rip when she grabbed you and you gripped her dress to gain some momentum, almost exposing her modesty again and flashing her skimpy underwear to everyone but your body blocked their view. Didn't block your own view though. Ick. Who still wears leopard print underwear? Have some class, Sora. Damn.

"Jungkook pities me, huh?" You spat out, the clambering of props on a side table clattering to the floor as you basically dragged Sora to you. Bumping your own back into another table as you forced her to stand up, "Get up you weak bitch." You ordered her with a hiss, "Get up so I can beat your ass properly." Your voice grew louder. Almost like a drill sergeant while you pulled her to her feet. She felt weak in the knees as she rose and struggled to keep her balance.

Your outburst was too quick that she couldn't give herself time to prepare herself. She was still winded from the way she fell and could feel a dull pain already forming against her tailbone from the way she hit the floor. But that didn't stop her from fighting back.

"Break up with Jungkook." 

Sora whispered to you amongst the chaos of the guys shouting at the two of you to stop fighting. You both ignored them. They couldn't jump in to separate you both anyways. The lot of them were too frightened and taken aback to touch any of you. They could only watch on in horror until one of them found the courage to pull you and Sora apart. 

You felt so bad. Knowing you must have scarred poor Hoseok for life from acting this way. You knew Jimin and Taehyung were lowkey cheering for you. And... Yoongi? You could only hope he saw past this and didn't take you to jail for assault. 

You couldn't spare the guys another thought though. Sora's command catching you off guard and your eyes widening in horror when she spoke again, 

"Break up with him and I'll let this go." 

She breathed out, flipping her messy hair behind her shoulders and pulling her dress down while she caught her breath. She was close enough to you for only for you to hear what she said but was still loud enough make you get angrier.

Is this bitch for real?

She balanced herself in seconds after getting up off the floor when you pulled her to her feet. Her words took you aback and that was when she used your moment of surprise to her liking. You forgot she was taller than you and that was her only advantage. And just like a typical basic bitch she was, Sora went for the hair first. Grabbing you by the top of your head and almost ripping the roots of your hair out of its ponytail that you had neatly tied it into this morning,

"Let go of me you crazy ass bitch." You yelled, fists balled up tightly and swinging punches at any part of her that you could reach while she yanked on your hair. You winced in pain and for a split second, Sora let go of your locks within her fingers. That was when you suddenly gathered the strength and grabbed Sora by the shoulders instead, pushing her into the wall next to you. 

Her body hit the wall hard. The back of her head smacking into the drywall so rudely that a framed picture of BTS hanging above her head fell and crashed onto the floor. Glass from the picture frame shattered and a piece of the flying glass sliced into the skin of your foot. You ignored the sounds of the picture falling and didn't even seem to notice the glass cut your skin either. You were too blind with rage to notice anything anymore. 

Unaware of your surroundings. 

Unaware that your best friends were begging you to let her go.

Your anger flared to a level you've never felt before and your vision blacked. You were about to start bashing the bitch's head into the wall behind her but before you had the chance, Sora had gained momentum and knocked you backwards, making you fall to the ground so that she could stand over you, "You're going to regret that." She sneered, "You're going to regret not doing what I said."

She was about to kick you but you sat up quickly and grabbed her by the ankle, pulling her to the floor with you and clambering your body onto hers, "Yeah? What am I gonna regret? This?" You laughed and your hand balled into a fist, pulling your arm back and squaring up to send your fist into Sora's face. 

You saw red with how angry you were and without thinking, you landed a punch straight to her face... hard. So hard you could feel your knuckle come into contact with her cheek. You felt the bruise on her skin immediately beginning to form. The black eye that would soon swell her entire eye and cheek up. You felt it all and it felt... good. Too good. So good that you wanted to punch her again. And that you did. Your fist punched her in the face again. This time giving her an uppercut so rude that you thought you would have broke her jaw.

She was at her own disadvantage now. Struggling to cover her face from the way your body was on top of hers. She reached out to try and fight back. Her hand swiping over your face and her nails scratching into the skin on your cheek, just barely missing your eye. Her nails dug into the skin on your neck after she scratched your face. Long and freshly filed nails. Buffed to sharp points that made it easy to scratch you. Whatever. Now you'll have the famous AGUST D Daechwita scar just like her boyfriend did. It'll heal. And it'll go away but she's going to need a hospital when you're done with her.

Good.

You wanted to give her something to remember you by since you were bound to go to jail today for sure. There was no way you would get out of this one. Even if your boyfriend and his friends happened to be BTS themselves. Fuck it. You didn't give a fuck anymore and as far as you knew, Sora had it coming. A nice black eye and a dislocated jaw would do just the trick. Show her that not only was Jungkook yours. But so was the rest of BTS. You didn't own them and they weren't yours to keep but Jungkook was the love of your life and his members were your people. Like hell you would let an undeserving bitch like Sora get between that.

The noises were getting louder as you grew tired and soon enough you could hear the members losing their shit around you now, 

"Y/N, what the fuck?!" Yelled Yoongi while Hoseok and Jimin finally jumped in to grab you and pull you off Sora, "Someone fucking stop her!" The distraught rapper tried to get in between on his own but you tore yourself away from the woman before the other's even got to you, standing up quickly and heaving for a breath as you fixed your shirt that was lopsided on your body.

Buttons were torn off your shirt and had it left open. You probably flashed the members a million times during the whole fight. Your bra was showing. Tits about to fall out. Shirt untucked from your jeans and sitting haphazardly over your form. Fuck, this is awkward.

Jimin's arms were instantly wrapped around you to hold you back as you got up. Your back pressing into his chest and his arms holding onto your tight. "Stop. stop. It's over." Jimin whispered when you fought against his hold for a moment. Still feeling the rush from adrenaline coursing through your veins while Yoongi dove to the ground to tend to Sora who laid there as if she was lifeless,

And just like that, your little cat fight was over in seconds.

"She had it coming." You breathed out, a hand at your cheek and touching the scratch on your face that was beginning to sting. Feeling the scratch awakened yet another wave of anger and you pushed against Jimin to break free once more, wanting to launch yourself at Sora again, "Are you mad that Jungkook didn't want you after he fucked you?!" You started to yell at her, your tongue clicking against the roof of your mouth and the volume of your voice giving everyone in the room goosebumps from how powerful you sounded, "I'm surprised Yoongi kept you around after too. He never crossed me as a man with no taste." You tilted your head to the side as you spoke the words, watching Sora's face fall.

She sat up slowly with Yoongi's help. Clutching a hand to her face and another at her side. Her expression changing to a menacing glare as she looked up at you in silence,

"Let me go—" You fought back against Jimin but his grip was stronger now or maybe you were just exhausted from the whole ordeal. "If I ever see you again, no one's going to be able hold me back." You threatened her while she sat there on the floor.

Yoongi was mostly focused on tending to Sora. Checking over her injuries while you tried to break free. His jaw was locked and he was silent. Eyes on Sora's cheek and watching the way her skin was already starting to purple. He didn't say a word when you threatened her. Didn't look at you. Didn't react. Didn't ask you or Sora if any of you were okay. He didn't want to react. He didn't want to agree with you. Didn't want to agree with you. 

But he heard it all. 

He heard what Sora said. Heard her tell you to break up with J.K and then she'll let the fight go. What did that mean? That's what he heard, right? At least that's what he thought he heard. It all happened so fast and Yoongi was distraught. He was hurt. Feeling his heart ripping apart faster than he expected it to. And even though he heard everything Sora said. Here he was. At her side and helping her off the ground.

Was he a fool for being this way? Or was Yoongi thinking something about different?

"Fuck.. Y/N. What the fuck were you thinking?!" 

A fuming Hoseok, stalked over to you and joined Jimin's side, grabbing you by the arm to look at you. The dancer, rapper and singer was insanely lean and slender but he was strong. The force of his fingers wrapping around your wrist and twisting you around to face him making your skin sting, "Are you out of your mind, Y/N? Do you want Jungkook to kill us all?!" He continued to yell at you, eyes on your face and staring at the bleeding scratch under your eye, "You know he's going to kill each of us, right? He made me promise to take care of you and look what you did." 

Hoseok was practically steaming at the ears, his face and neck with his eyes piercing into your skin as he looked you over, "Fuck, you're hurt. Do you need stitches? Maybe we should take her to the hospital." He was starting to freak out now and you shook your head quickly. Adverting your gaze from his frantic eyes looking you over.

You felt self conscious under Hoseok's eyes. The way his gaze was frozen on your face. Wide eyes searching you for any sign of pain. You felt like you achieved nothing for fighting in the first place. You lost your shit for what? You could have just left and been on your way home by now but Sora knew how to push your buttons in the worst ways possible. 

It was just a little scuffle but you were pretty hurt. Now you were getting shit on by Jung Hoseok from BTS for fighting. You felt like a child about to be put in timeout. But you weren't going to lie. You felt kind of badass too. In pain... but still badass. And fuck, you were starting to feel the repercussions. Sporting a scratch on your face, a few more on your neck and let's not forget the bleeding cut on your foot that no one noticed yet too. Your body already began to ache. Your chest hurt. Bones hurt. Everything was in pain. You felt like you just fought in a year long battle.

"Shit, you're bleeding." Jimin's eyes were stuck to your foot then he glanced to your face, "You need to go to the hospital, Y/N." He looked over his shoulder at Taehyung who was standing there silently the entire time you and Sora fought. Dodging out of the way when you both hit the floor and staying quiet when the guys were shouting at you both to break it up. 

He wasn't insane for not stepping in. He was just observing. Watching the way you both went head-to-head. He figured it needed to be done. To battle it out and then perhaps you both could handle whatever the fuck was happening like civilized adults if you wanted to. You looked hot as hell whooping ass though and Taehyung knew you only wanted to teach Sora a lesson. You did good in his opinion. Jungkook was going to lose his shit for sure. But... You did good. If anyone asked him what he thought. Taehyung would say Sora had it coming.

Yoongi had helped Sora off the floor and she was sitting in a chair now, "I'm sorry." He was on his knees and stooped at her side, a hand over her lap while he reached up to fix her hair, "I'm sure she didn't mean to do this." He mumbled as she stared at the guys only tending to you. Feeling her anger only seethe at the lack of attention on her, "What do you want me to do?" Yoongi whispered and Sora ignored him, her hand still at her cheek and her jaw clenched tight, inhaling sharp breaths while she thought of the ways she wanted to get rid of you,

"Kill her." She finally whispered and Yoongi pulled back at once, his hand moving from her lap and his fingertips dropping from her hair, a dazed expression on his face as he looked at his girlfriend in disbelief before slowly turning his gaze to you. "I'm going to kill her." She said it again and this time, his heart dropped to his stomach. 

Sora's words echoed in his head. Making her words mark their permanent resting place in his brain. Burning into his psyche and making him feel a fear he's never known before.

He was in love with the devil.

You glanced down at the top of your foot when Jimin pointed out that it was oozing with blood. Almost rolling your eyes into the back of your head when you realized your foot wasn't broken after all and was just bleeding instead. 'Goodbye sandal season.' Was your first thought. Then you noticed the reason why you were bleeding. Eyes landing on the broken picture of Bangtan on the floor. 

The frame and glass were shattered beyond repair. The picture scratched from flying glass. It was a beautiful picture. A group photo taken the night of BTS's first MAMA win. The regret settled in immediately after seeing the picture. It was something Yoongi was gifted from Hoseok on the group's anniversary the same year. A picture was one the fellow rapper had taken on his phone just for them alone. 

There was no more like it. It was one of a kind. Irreplaceable and it was ruined.

You felt like shit and your foot wasn't making anything easier for you. You could feel it throbbing and starting to become uncomfortable to stand. It needed to be cleaned before anything else too but you just wanted to go home. You wanted to run away and hide. Be under the comfort and safety of your blankets at home with Bahm and Jungkook at your sides. Oh, Jungkook... You wanted to be with your boyfriend so bad right now. You wanted to see him. To feel comforted by him. For him to tell you it's okay and everything's going to be fine. You knew he'd be upset with you. You knew he'd call you reckless for doing something like this. But he would understand why you did it. He would totally get it if you explained to him why you acted this way.

But on the other hand, Hoseok was right. Your boyfriend will go on a rampage when he finds out what happened too. Even if you started it. Jungkook would try to fight everyone else for not stopping you. 

It wasn't anyone's fault though. You wanted to beat Sora's ass since the moment you met her and you were lowkey glad you got the chance to today. It just sucked because it was over before you knew it. And it didn't feel as good to do it as you thought it did now that you realized you broke Yoongi's favorite and special gift. You could only pray he would forgive you for causing all this. If he could even look at you. He hadn't spared you a glance since the fight broke. He just sat at Sora's side. On his knees next to her like a servant.

He didn't seem to see anyone. Didn't hear anyone. Didn't care if you were okay or not. Didn't want to know. Didn't want to accept reality. He didn't seem to care about whoever was standing there. Only focusing on Sora and making sure she was okay until she whispered to him. 

You stared at them silently and finally noticed Yoongi react for the first time since the scuffle. Whatever Sora said made Yoongi's hands quickly move away from her. As if he touched a hot stove. His lips were ajar and his eyes were almost doubled in size. Whatever she said to him shocked him to the core. And as if he could feel your eyes on him. His gaze travelled back to yours. A look of caution on his face and his eyes zoning out to an untraceable and unreachable darkness. He looked as if he wanted to tell you to run. To tell you to get out of here. To hide. But he was silenced. His expression pained but blank and his eyes screaming for you to understand him.

You wanted to say you were sorry to Yoongi. Wanted to march over there and fall into his arms. Let him hold you tight because he looked like he needed a hug more than anyone right now. But instead, you sighed under your breath and finally managed to break free from Jimin's hold once he knew you were calmed down. Jimin sighed quietly when you pulled away. He would have loved to hold onto a bit longer but he was afraid you'd start swinging on him too,

"Let's go look at your foot, Y/N." Hoseok commanded you, his eyes on your bloodied foot before looking away quickly. He could feel himself become lightheaded at the sight of blood but he forced himself to face you. 

He didn't have the strongest stomach in BTS and just the mere sight of blood or anything weird made Hoseok feel queasy. But he dealt with it. Sucked it up and told himself this too shall pass. Hoseok felt a strong need to protect you. Not because he was scared shitless that Jungkook would beat his ass for letting you get hurt this way but because you were family to him. Hoseok was the Dom Toretto of the group. He believed that he didn't have friends.... he had family. And if you were hurt... So was he.

"I...I..--" You paused and met Hoseok's eyes. Allowing for his warm, deep brown eyes to suck you in for a moment. You were hypnotized under his stare but you were also stubborn. A stubborn person that believed they could do everything by themselves, "I-I'm fine. Just... I'm just going to use the washroom." You mumbled quickly and turned around. Ignoring Jimin and Taehyung telling you to let them help and ignoring Yoongi with his bitch girlfriend still in the corner of the room. 

You had no idea where you were headed and struggled to find the direction of the bathroom before heading down a hallway. You basically limped. Pretending you didn't hear Hoseok calling out to you as you disappeared. Shaking your head to yourself and accidentally hitting into a wall on your way there due to the fact that your vision has already began to blur with tears before you finally got inside the bathroom and shut the door, sucking in a sharp breath while you shoved your hand into your jean pocket and dug your phone out of it,

Me - 9:30PM:

J.K, I need you.

...

Hoseok moved his head from against the washroom door, shaking his head quickly in defeat, "I can't hear anything. You go in. You're more closer to her. You're both friends." Whispered Hoseok from outside the door, "I'm scared of her. She's so scary when she's angry." He confessed quietly to which Jimin snorted in response,

"She just beat some girl up for reasons I'm still unclear of. You go. I'm just going to start crying if I see her in pain." Jimin whispered back, his ear pressed to the door once again, "I'll wait for Jungkook because we're going to need to calm him down." He nodded at his hyung before putting his ear to the door once more, "I can't hear anything too. I think she stopped crying."

Taehyung unclasped his arms from being crossed over his chest, rolling his eyes as he watched his hyung's bicker back and forth between who would check on you, "I'll do it." He finally announced, flicking his hair away from his eyes and shaking the locks back to expose his eyes to his band mates, "I'll check on her."

Hoseok breathed a sigh of relief, fingers in his hair and a hand at his waist while he nodded, "Thank you."

"Don't be rude to her." Jimin mumbled, peeling himself from the door and giving Taehyung a look, "I'll be listening."

"Fuck off." He swatted Jimin and Hoseok away from the door and followed them with his eyes as they backed away. Making sure they were a distance away before he mumbled, "Y/N... open up." A hand raising to give the bathroom door a few knocks.

You heard the familiar deep voice from behind the door knocking his knuckles along the door with his signature tune he did, "Great." You grunted and sighed, fingers in your lopsided ponytail and tugging your hair out of it in annoyance. Your look was ruined thanks to Sora anyways. Your hair scrunchie almost ripped in half and some strands of your own hair coming out stuck to the hair tie when you pull it off your head, "Who is it." You muttered, shaking the now free locks and letting your hair sway, feeling the relief on your scalp from the way Miss Bitch had your hair in her hands earlier,

"You know who it is."

You had been sitting on the floor of the bathroom for the last 20 minutes. Managing to clean your foot on your own. Yoongi had no trace of a first aid kit in his washroom and so, you had to improvise on your own and bandage your foot up with some toilet paper wrapped around it like a shitty mummy. 

Your face and neck throbbed where Sora had scratched you. Blood that had surfaced over the scratch was now dried up and you were too exhausted to clean it. Your eye makeup was smeared. Stray tears that leaked down your face making a visible streak down your cheeks show from where the salty tears ruined your foundation. You looked like a mess but you couldn't give a fuck anymore. You just wanted to sit here until Jungkook came to take you home or the police came to throw you in jail. Either way you had no plans on moving until Taehyung came to the door.

"No." You grumbled, and brushed your fingers through your now opened hair. It had fallen out of its cute ponytail anyways and you were over looking pretty anymore. Losing the hold and volume it had only to be sitting like a flat mess on your head thanks to Sora yanking your hair so hard you thought she would scalp you.

"Just open the door, darling."

You heard Taehyung mutter from the other side of the door. His voice was muffled as if his forehead was pressed against it, "I'm not leaving until you do." He threatened and you sighed under your breath again before you leaned up to the door, unlocking it without saying a word and watching the door handle twist and open when he heard the familiar click of the lock,

Taehyung's head popped into the door and he surveyed you for a moment. Making sure you weren't about to throw something at his head to get him to leave. Once he sensed the coast was clear, he slid into the washroom with a small sigh leaving his lips, "You look terrible." He muttered to you and shut the door behind him, "I'm kidding... Hey..." He whispered to you when you didn't react to him as he took a seat on the floor next to you, long legs extending in front of him and his body half turned to yours so that he could look at you better, "You good?"

You wanted to come back with a sly remark but you had no more fight left in you to joke around. Instead, you stayed quiet. Watching the way this tree of a man fit himself into the Yoongi sized bathroom. You tried to keep it together. To put on a strong face and show him you weren't phased. But you simply couldn't do it anymore. You could feel yourself breaking open. Ready to flood the bathroom with your tears all over again. You were tired. So tired. Feeling the overwhelming emotions of regret and shame coming over you. "I'm good..." You managed to whisper and then your voice cracked.

You weren't sure what came over you but the emotions and pain rushed out of you like a bursting dam. You began to cry. Quickly covering your mouth with your hand and struggling to take a breath, "I'm sorry. I'm just... I--" You couldn't speak but you managed to apologize to him for breaking down this way and so suddenly too,

"It's okay... I know." Taehyung hushed you quietly, arms sliding around your frame and pulling you slowly into his arms. He let you cry into his shoulder. A large hand at the back of your head and a strong arm wrapped around tight you, pressing you into him and letting you have your moment.

You cried for a full minute against him. Feeling protected enough in his arms to release your emotions. Letting out all the bottled-up rage you had left over. You weren't crying because you were sad. You were crying because you were angry.

Was there anyone else out there that was like that?

You were so trustfrated that you couldn't speak anymore. Sobbing like a baby against Kim Taehyung who happened to smell like strawberries and the faintest scent of cigarettes. It was a calming smell for some reason. Reminding you of the way your friends at the club would smell like. It was a nostalgic feeling being in Taehyung's arms this way. He always felt like an old soul. And being held by him this way took you back to simpler times. Times where you weren't beating a woman's ass for saying your boyfriend's name,

"Just take a breath, darling. You got it." Taehyung whispered, when you finally began to stop crying.

He helped you to calm down. Coached you through a simple breathing exercise until you were inhaling normal breaths again. He was patient and gentle with you. Not like his usual self. Not the usual Taehyung who glared at you from across the room all the time. Or the Taehyung that undressed you with his eyes whenever he saw you. Or the Taehyung that looked like he broke backs for a living. He was very sweet. Careful. And... loving. Looking at you with a tenderness behind his eyes that you've never seen before. Speaking to you with such a sweetness, you would have thought he was a different person.

His arm that was draped around your shoulders moved and reached to your face when you pulled away from him, "Can I take a look at your cheek?" He muttered, a broad hand cupping under your chin before you could answer and turning your face to his, "Mm... your face.. It's not as bad as that shiner she's going to have tomorrow." He eyed over the reddish bruise forming at the top of your cheek, making sure it wasn't too bad of a scratch, "Some might think you should have hit harder. But that's not my place to say." 

A pair of pink lips twitched into a boxy smile, his thumb gently brushing across your chin before he let go of your face to trace a light caress over the reddening of your skin, "Let's hope Yoongi doesn't press charges." He half joked with you, letting his fingertip linger over your skin for a few seconds longer than he wanted, his eyes on the rosiness of your flushed cheeks and then on the pout along your lips before dropping to the toilet paper bandages around your feet, "You call yourself a doctor? I could have done a better job." He teased you before sighing, letting you go to rest your back against the wall. His eyes followed you when you moved away, analyzing your features closely to make sure you weren't badly hurt.

Taehyung kept a close eye on your face. Sure, your makeup was ruined. You must have had a good cry in this washroom from the way your mascara stained your cheeks. But it was heartwarming in a way. It made Taehyung want to get a restraining order put on Sora himself. 

It only took one word... one name for you to lose your shit. You loved Jungkook that much, huh? Willing to put your safety at risk to protect what was yours. He had to give you props for that. You fought for what you wanted and you weren't scared to claim your territory. Taehyung liked that about you and envied Jungkook for it. His dongsaeng had no clue how lucky he was. How blessed he was to have a woman whooping ass for straight up saying his name. 

Bighit needed to put you on their security team.

You heaved a breath and closed your eyes, mumbling quietly as you exhaled, "I'll go to jail. I don't care." You let Taehyung turn your face towards his. You closed your eyes when he touched the scratch on your cheek. Letting his fingers trace over your skin. Feeling the warmth of his fingertips on your stinging skin, "It doesn't hurt." You answered him even though he didn't ask. Earning yourself a small chuckle from his end, "It's nothing." You reassured him but he ignored you. 

His face was inches away from yours. So close that you could smell the gum he was chewing and so close that you could smell the obvious fruitiness of his vape fumes still in his hair. You didn't feel awkward being so close to him. I mean... You let him fuck you for God's sake. There was no room to be shy in your friendship anymore. But that didn't mean you didn't feel embarrassed.

He was practically studying every pore you had your face and let's not mention the ruined makeup look you spent so long trying to perfect this morning. Keeping your eyes closed but feeling his intense stare on you anyhow, you huffed quietly, "Stop staring at me, Taehyung..." A small grumble left your lips, eyes fluttering opening and shooting Taehyung a look, "It's not even that bad." You allowed him to examine you a bit more before you rolled your eyes at his remark about your foot, pulling away completely from him, "No one seems to believe that she's actually the devil. Even I feel like that night at the bar was a dream because she seemed so... believable. But I know what I saw, Tae. I know what I heard." Your frame began to shake again. Feeling the anxiety creeping back up to you. Starting at your toes then rushing up to your neck, "They could be such a cute couple but I just feel like she's going to do something crazy." You whispered and Taehyung hushed you quietly, an arm sliding around your shoulders again and pulling you to lean against him,

"I believe you." He muttered, freehand reaching up to brush your hair back behind your shoulders. Fingers freezing midair when he realized how close he was getting to you. He had to stop himself before he began to fall for you all over again. He had just convinced himself he didn't feel anything for you too. Fuck. Taehyung slowly pulled away from you once more, back pressing into the wall he sat against while the back of his head leaned against it, turning his head to look over at you, "Maybe I can talk to Yoongi."

"Yoongi's not stupid. He should have figured her out by now." You huffed quietly, a finger running over your neck, feeling over the raised scratch marks on your skin, "I'm sure he knows she's a fucking psychotic bitch." You shook your head as you felt over the etches along your skin, wincing slightly in pain from how deep her talons for nails dug into your skin. 

You would have to wear turtlenecks to work until the marks faded. And you definitely had to hide them when you were around Jungkook who would only lose his marbles every time he saw them. Your hand at your neck dropped to the floor, fingers curling into the tiled floor under you, "I just wish Jungkook was here." You whispered, lips pressing together into a line and your brows furrowing.

Where is he? 

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a/n 

i missed you bbs