#idols chapter

The meal came to a quiet end and you told the members they could take showers if they wished while you helped Daegi clean up. His eyes told you that he wanted to talk to you in private and you weren’t in the position to say no. His eyes told you that he was worried and that he had a lot to both ask and tell. And still, you weren’t in the position to not give him answers this time.

The tension began to rise as soon as the other members left the room and the two of you were alone. You began washing and drying in silence until Daegi spoke up two minutes later, “Jae-Hwa has been having nightmares since you and Minhyeon had your talk.” Your heart sank into your stomach. You knew the news would affect him, but you didn’t think it would do so this much. And the tone of Daegi’s voice made something deep in you snap. He almost seemed angry. You didn’t say anything because there were too many guilty thoughts going through your mind for you to sort out. None of which were you ready to voice. “I wasn’t going to tell you,” Daegi broke the silence after realising you weren’t going to, “but last night was the worst of it. He woke me up chanting "don’t go" over and over again until I shook him awake. Even when he woke up he was sobbing. What did you say to him?” His voice showed that he was genuinely worried. He didn’t care about any past drama, he put Jae-Hwa first for once because this time you hurt him.

You shook your head. You couldn’t tell him, not yet at least. Tears began to prick at your eyes and you had decided you were through with crying. “I can’t tell you, Gi.” Dropping your head, you wiped your eyes and started to quicken your pace at drying the dishes.

“Why not?” He yelled, throwing the cloth he was using into the sink and turning to you, “We’re friends, right? Why can’t you tell me?” You jumped back at his harsh tone and looked into his eyes to see them filling with tears. This is it. You thought. It took a lot to work Daegi up for him to explode and you had done it.

“I just… I can’t. Not yet.” You shook your head and looked anywhere apart from his now water filled eyes.

“Y/n,” He placed both hands on your shoulders and stared into your eyes as you still tried to avoid his, “what happened?” A tear fell from his left eye and before you could even think of responding you were saved by a buzzing in your pocket.

Quickly wiping your eyes and nose, you answered the call and ran away from Daegi as quick as possible as Yoongi’s voice filled your ears.

An hour passed before Yoongi arrived at your door. The boys had left half an hour ago, Daegi merely giving you a sad look as he walked out of the door not saying a word.

Pulling Yoongi into a hug as he walked through the door, you smiled and tried to forget what had happened this morning. You wanted to enjoy the day with your boyfriend without any other boys invading your thoughts.

“How was last night?” Yoongi knocked down your plans of not thinking about other boys with the first sentence he had said to you since he entered your place.

“Good! Like the old times!” You covered up the drama with a little white lie and sat next to Yoongi on the couch, “How is preparing for the comeback?” You successfully diverted the attention from you to him.

“Exhausting,” his shoulders sank and you could see from his eyes how hard he had been working, “but exciting. I miss being on the stage.” He admitted with a sincere smile.

Most of the preparations were complete now. All of the teaser photos had been released and the fans were ready to explode by the look of your twitter feed. All that had to be released was the music video, then promotions could really start. A mixture of feelings went through you at how close the comeback was, and how awful the timing was. On one hand, you were excited to see your boys back on the stage and doing what they did best, but on the other, your time with all of them was being stolen from what seemed like a long time. This one was a long album and you heard that they were promoting it for a long time due to the global success they had been receiving.

“What was the song you were working on yesterday?” You asked, confused as to why he was working on a song when the album had already been completed.

“Just something” He muttered.

After thinking for a while you decided to let it slide and instead you asked what the plan for today was and he admitted he hadn’t thought of anything to do. “How about we go out for dinner later? It might be the last time we can go out before comeback.” He offered, and you nodded with a smile.

For the rest of the morning, you sat around and laughed with each other as if nothing in the world was wrong. Both of you were susceptible to feeling like crap and had been through an awful lot, but somehow when the two of you were together you felt like everything was okay. Two negatives make a positive right?

“What are you going to wear out tonight, babe?” Yoongi asked with a hand resting on your thigh casually.

“No idea,” you answered having not thought that far ahead, “it depends on where we are going I guess.”

Yoongi seemed to think for a while, and you admired the look on his face as he did so, and even pinpointed the moment he had an idea. When he told you his plan, glee filled you to the brim. There was a new restaurant opening up not far away from where you lived that you had wanted to try since it was announced, but you had never had the chance to go. You smiled and nodded at his suggestion and he told you to start getting ready because of how long it took you to get ready.

Running to your bedroom, you pulled out your nicest dress and started to get changed. This dress, in particular, was one you had never worn before. It was floor length with material flowing from the bottom of your ribcage to the floor. The arms were completely lace and finished three-quarters of the way down your arms. You spent another on your makeup and hair, making sure everything was perfect and not overdoing it. It all had to be the way you wanted it to for this date.

Unlike most girls in the movies though, having a great reveal when they step out of the bedroom shimmering and radiating elegance and beauty, you were rushing around the house trying to find what you needed, meaning Yoongi didn’t only see the finished product, but probably every other stage in between. He watched with a love sick grin plastered on his face and thought about how much he wished to see you like this every single day. In fact, you were in such a rush that you didn’t notice him slip out of the door and return nearly 20 minutes later.

You had just about finished and now looked like how you had wished for him to see you when you stepped out of the bedroom door and whispered, “Where are those damn shoes?” to yourself. Yoongi chuckled lightly and stood up from his place on the couch with white roses and a pair of silver heels that were almost too much of a perfect match to the rest of your attire.

“How about these?” He asked with a stupid smile.

“How did… When?” You asked with your jaw on the floor.

“While you were doing your hair.” He laughed and walked over to you. With a wide grin on your face, you graciously took the flowers from his outstretched hands and started to lift your foot, expecting for him to put the shoes on you like a prince and princess, but instead, he took your waist, bent down, and threw you over his shoulder. “You can put them on in the car, we’re going to be late.”

Giggling, you let him carry you barefooted to the car and did as he said when you were placed into the passenger seat.

The drive to the restaurant was quiet and peaceful. Yoongi focused on driving while you daydreamed out of the window about the future. Although there were several thousand reasons it wouldn’t happen, you wanted to be this way with Yoongi until you died.

No time at all passed before you pulled up outside the restaurant, entered, and were seated in the middle of the whole place. Thanks to the prior arrangements and the high security, there were no cameras and no one that seemed to be interested in either you or Yoongi. A feeling of hope flushed through you after looking around, and you had the feeling this was going to be one of the best dates of your life.

“Can we get you some drinks?” A young looking woman approached your table with a little notebook and asked the two of you.

Yoongi turned to you and informed you that he wasn’t going to have a drink so he could drive the two of you, but that you were more than welcome to have whatever you wished. And so, after ordering one non-alcoholic drink and another red wine, the woman left the two of you alone.

Smalltalk started quickly and you informed Yoongi of most of what had happened while you were with the other group, but left out everything about Jae-Hwa and his nightmares. You told him who fell asleep first, who drank the most, who ate the most, who wouldn’t stop interrupting the movie with unwanted commentary, everything besides how Jae-Hwa did anything to go unnoticed but ended up sticking out the most. In the middle of telling your drunken Minhyeon story, your drinks came and you ordered your food. The waitress could not have come in better time for you were just getting up to the part where he started to pick a fight with Jae.

“How are the rest of the boys coping with the busy schedules?” You asked, taking a sip of your wine.

“They’re all exhausted. Jimin isn’t really eating enough, but we’re pushing him to every chance we get so he’s okay. We all just want it to be perfect you know?” He continued to talk about the other BTS members. Adding detail to how they all struggle with promotions and the build up in their own ways. About the dance line putting in all of the extra hours, vocal line refusing to talk for a whole day at times to preserve their voices, rap line staying up late at night doing certain exercises to warm up their mouths, and everyone staying away from anything that is potentially dangerous.

You listened with many mixed emotions running through you. You were glad they took so much pride in their work but also wished they didn’t overwork themselves as you knew they did. You often voiced this opinion, as did the fans, but they also told you that they would make no money if they didn’t go to the extremes that they did, so you had no choice but to accept what they were doing and just tell them to keep an eye on their health.

It was half way through your meal that Yoongi stopped speaking so freely and started to hesitate before every word. You tried not to notice at first until he stopped eating, clasped his hands together on top of the table and looked at you. “Babe,” he started, and you too knew that it was best you stopped eating for a moment too.

“What’s up?” You asked, forcing a casual tone into your voice.

“Actually, I have something to confess.” He lowered his eyes and you could tell he was trying to find a nice way to put what he was about to tell you. You also knew it wasn’t going to be an easy thing to hear which made your heart drop to your toes.

“Just say it, Yoongi.” You whispered, taking his hands into yours across the table and smiling uncertainly.

“Promotions are going to last 2-3 months.” He spoke sharply.

The whole restaurant went cold. The food turned to dirt. Your dress turned to rags. A giant wall of bars dropped between you and Yoongi. Everything turned to nothing.

“Oh.” Was the only syllable you could choke out before you started to pick at the dirt on your plate and refused to look at the man sat in front of you. If you did look, you knew the acidic tears burning your eyes would fall down to burn your cheeks too.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi asked, and instead of the melodic, comforting voice you usually heard from his mouth, you heard the sound of fire and sandpaper.

“Fine.” You answered, speeding up your eating, knowing you had to escape as fast as you could.

“It’s not that long, baby.” He started, shocked at how you reacted and wanting to patch up the hole in your heart as quickly as possible, “I’ll text you every day if I can, and we’ll see each other when I get back I promise. We’ll have ages together when I return. We can move in together, go public if we want to. Anything.” After your silence followed and he noticed the shaking of your body, he stopped talking. “What’s wrong?”

“None of that can happen, Yoongi.” You whispered.

“Why not? We both knew I would be away for a while. They only extended it by two months because of the international attention we’ve been getting. We don’t have to break up because of promotions. You and Jae-Hwa did fine so so can we!” He started to beg and you continued to look at the plate of food in front of you.

“I’m leaving in less than two months.” You stated.

“What?” He stopped talking and looked straight at you. His heart stopped beating for a moment while your words repeated in his head.

The truth had to come out eventually, you had just tried to delay it for as long as possible. Your time in Korea had almost come to an end meaning it was almost time for you to go back to your studies in England. It had been the best year of your life in Korea, so much so that you had almost forgotten that you were only here for a year as part of your Oxford course studies. This had become your life so all of your life in England had erased itself from your memory. In the beginning, you had made it known why you were here, but over time everyone you knew had forgotten that you were a foreigner here for a university programme. Telling Minhyeon and Jae-Hwa had a big enough effect. Jae-Hwa had begged you to stay through millions of falling tears and it later came to your attention that this very news had caused nightmares and bad thoughts to haunt him wherever he went. Minhyeon got very mad and started yelling at you. He even told you that you should never have befriended them if you knew you would just leave in the end. No matter how much you tried to explain their emotions just heightened and in the end, they decided that to make the most of your remaining time together they would keep everything on good terms.

Now was the moment of truth for how Yoongi would take it.

“My year's programme is nearly over Yoongi. I go back to university in England in two months.” You explained, trying to keep your voice neutral and the tears at bay.

“Okay.” He whispered and this time it was his turn to pick at his food.

Silence fell over the table. There was nothing to say. Nothing could change or fix the situation, so the only thing left to do was accept it.

“Let's just get the bill. It’s too stuffy in here.” He snapped. All you could do was nod and try to keep your heart beating. His reaction was already clear to you;

He had switched off his emotions.

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Three days had passed since you told Yoongi of your news. This also meant three days since you had heard from him. The hundreds of texts had been left unread and the only things you had heard about him were from Jungkook.

“Hyung’s locked himself away in his studio. He hasn’t spoken to any of us since he came back from your house last night. What happened? Did you break up?”

You didn’t explain to him what had happened between you and Yoongi and instead left the conversation by telling him to let you know when he came out.

You text Minhyeon the day you told Yoongi and he had agreed to have a drink with you the following day. He had told you to give Yoongi some space to let the information sink in. But you didn’t have the time for space. He would be starting promotions in four days now. This would be your last chance at anything.

That same day when you went back with Minhyeon, you decided to tell the rest of the boys of BiT. You stood at the front with all eyes on you and with Minhyeon’s hand on your shoulder, you just said the words with confidence. All members took the news exactly how you would expect they would. Chee and Yujin cried while Daegi nodded and hugged you.

That night you spent it at the BiT dorm.

But you’ve been alone since.

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Five days passed since you had told Yoongi, and yesterday Jin and Namjoon visited asking about what had happened between you and Yoongi. You were broken at this point, so you just told them. You told them that you were leaving. You told them that you didn’t want anything to turn out like this. You told them that you wanted to live a normal life. You lied that you wanted to be alone. You lied that you wished you had never met any of them. But they didn’t believe any of it for a second.

They went with you while you told everyone else in BTS. The other members cried and held you and you spent the night in their dorm.

You left this morning without seeing Yoongi.

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Today was the day before promotions started. BTS was now fully prepared and ready to go. You had decided to sit in the dark until their comeback officially started. You decided you were now going to be nothing more than a supportive fan to BTS. It had to happen eventually anyway.

When the clock hit 8 pm you heard a knock on your door. You emerged from your dark bedroom where you had spent most of your time and groggily made your way to the door. Unlocking it slowly and then pulling it open took more effort than you wanted to put into it. But as soon as the door opened you were greeted with a frantic Yoongi.

“I love you.” He yelled, huffing and rushing every syllable into one. He pulled you by your shoulders towards him and pressed his lips to yours. Forcing himself closer and closer and closer still, he kissed you hungrily, hyper aware of the ticking clock.

He started to walk forwards, forcing you backwards and kicked the door shut with his foot. His hands gripped your hips and yours held onto his arms to keep steady from every force acting on you at once.

“Do you have to leave?” He asked when he pulled back for air.

“Yes. The 29th. The dates set.” You breathed.

“Then let’s make the most of our last night.” He sighed and attacked your lips again.

He was gone when you woke up the next morning and only one piece of paper remained.

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The two months passed quicker than you thought. You kept yourself low the whole time. Exchanging a few texts a day with any of your friends. The first of the two months was spent keeping an eye on everyone and their promotions and the second was spent packing, contacting the university and preparing to leave. Preparing for today.

There were seven men in your house currently, none of them were any of the men you wished to have beside you on this day. They were carrying boxes from your house to the moving van outside and only talking to you when they absolutely had to.

Your phone stayed in your hand the whole day while you waited for any texts wishing you a goodbye. BiT were touring Japan now so they had said their goodbyes already while BTS had to do it over skype the night before. You missed them all too much. So much so you wanted to stay in Korea forever, but you knew you couldn’t. The whole year felt like a dream that was coming to an end. You never wanted to wake up, but like every dream, it has to be interrupted by reality.

Everything was soon packed into the van leaving you alone in what used to be your house but will soon belong to everyone else. People will be making new memories where all of yours were made, and you wished them the best. A drama free life unlike what yours was.

Wiping one more tear, you gripped your suitcase handle and walked out of the front door without looking back.

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Two hours after leaving your house, you pulled up at the airport. It was only when the taxi left and it was just you, your suitcase and an awaiting aeroplane to England that you realised this really was the end. Your life in Korea was over and it was now time to go back to being a normal university student, a life that you no longer wanted but had to live.

Gripping the handles tighter, you took a deep breath and started to walk. You checked in your bags quickly and started to walk towards security. Before you crossed the border where no non-passengers could cross, you looked back towards the entrance, half hoping for everyone to show up and drag you back, but upon seeing no familiar faces, you continued past security and successfully made it to the other side.

You sat waiting for your plane while looking at your phone and scrolling through all of the fansites for BTS and BiT. You had been watching all of their stages and shows and keeping up to date with everything they have been doing. They all looked happy and healthy. Since day one you have always said nothing compares to when they are up on stage, and you believe this until the last day.

While scrolling, you see a fan cam of Yoongi titled “mixtape?” and for some reason, you feel like it’s one you have to watch. You click play and see that it’s Yoongi standing alone on stage. He lifts the mic to his mouth and starts rapping a song you’ve never heard before and by the sounds of it neither had any of the fans. You listened to every lyric carefully and it seemed to hit something deep inside of you. It was only when the last line was spoken that you realised what it meant.

Your flight was called as soon as the video ended and so you made your way to the gate and quickly boarded the plane while fiddling with the piece of paper in your pocket.

“I’ll see you again - 170829”

Shaking your head, you replied saying that you could meet up later. Brushing the thoughts from your memory, you continued to prepare some pancakes for you and Yoongi to eat when he woke. While you were mixing everything together, you pondered over what he could need help with. He wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t serious right? Everything was going well lately, well, at least decent. All of the members of BiT were getting along as far as you knew.

As you were heating up the pan, you felt thin arms wrap around your stomach and a chin to rest on your shoulder, followed by a peck and a late greeting, “Morning.” His sleep laced voice made you shiver as his breath brushed over your cheek.

“Morning.” You replied with a giggle, leaning your head into his slightly. His hair tickled your cheek as he nuzzled his face into your neck, peppering kisses over the exposed skin and you couldn’t help but flinch and laugh. “Sit.” You ordered, pointing to your breakfast bar. With a smile, he did as you said and watched you prepare the breakfast.

When the stack of pancakes was ready, you placed them in the middle of you and Yoongi before digging in. Over breakfast, neither of you spoke much, but you exchanged little glances to each other and smiled. You still couldn’t believe that the boy sitting next to you was now your boyfriend.

His now grey hair was messed up from last night and sleep, his eyes were still half closed and he was only wearing the pants from yesterday, but even so, he looked gorgeous, angelic, and perfect in every way. By the time you realised you were staring, it was already too late.

“Like what you see?” He smirked, flicking his eyes to you and then back to the empty plates on the bar in front of you.

Laughing, you looked away from him and stood up to wash the dirty plates. After collecting them in your arms, you walked over to the sink and dropped them in, hiding your amusement. But just as you thought you were safe, you felt hands snake under your oversized hoodie and kisses being peppered all over your neck and shoulders.

You flinched at his cold fingers brushing against your stomach, but you couldn’t move anywhere to escape due to his arms around you and the kitchen counter right in front of you that you were now being pressed against. You tried to ignore him and continue to wash the dishes, but the creeping, cold hands were slowly creeping up your body, distracting you.

As you lent into his touch, you suddenly felt it being ripped away and he stood next to you as if nothing happened. “So, what’s the plan for today?” He asked casually, crossing his arms over his bare chest while you shook your head and turned your attention back to the dishes.

“I’m meeting up with Daegi.” You shrugged, too focused on the soapy water to notice Yoongi’s change of expression.

“Why?” He asked, concealing the jealousy that sparked in him. He didn’t know why he was jealous, Daegi was one of your best friends, before anything had started between the two of you. But he would be spending the day with you and he wouldn’t.

“Don’t know, he said he needed help with something. Dry.” You shrugged, handing him a now clean but wet plate. Muttering something under his breath, he took the plate and started to dry it with a dry cloth. Once he had dried that plate, he put it away before you handed him another, and it continued this way until they were all done.

After you’d finished the dishes, Yoongi went to your bedroom to get dressed, and sat down on your sofa to scroll through your phone. To your surprise, there was nothing about you and Yoongi, which was a good sign. It must have meant no one spotted you.

As you were scrolling through twitter, a text flashed up at the top of your screen from Jungkook.

Give us our hyung back!

Giggling, you replied, telling him you were holding him hostage and they’d have to give you all of the money they had to get him back. Jungkook played along for a while until Yoongi came out of your bedroom and told you that he should get going.

You stood up from the sofa and walked him to the door, leaving your phone behind.

“Thank you for yesterday.” You said as you held the door open, you honestly didn’t want him to leave, you wished you could spend forever together.

“Pleasure.” He shrugged, turning to face you but looking at the ground instead of you. It was silent for a few moments, neither of you knowing what to say or do.

“Yoongi.” You looked up and stopped swinging on the door. He looked up at you and nodded, “Are you going to tell the guys?”

Yoongi’s expression didn’t change, he just shrugged and pushed his hands into his pockets, “Do you not want me to?”

“I do.” You instantly replied, hoping you didn’t sound too demanding, you added, “I mean, only if you want to.”

Chuckling, he shook his head and placed his lips on your forehead, “Then get ready to me harassed by the maknaes; and Hobi.” He laughed, and you pulled him into a hug. You both tried to stay there for as long as possible, and you knew that this would never change any time you hugged, but he had to leave and you had to get ready to meet Daegi.

When you pulled away, you waved him to his car and waited until he could no longer be seen. And when he was gone, you turned into your house, closed the door behind you and let out a deep sigh before showering and getting ready to go out.

You knew your day of normal, non-famous happiness was over when you strapped a mask to your chin and pulled your hood up to hide your face. Yesterday seemed too good to be true. How was it that you managed to have a normal date without worrying about being seen? How was it that you were happy and free of idol drama for even a day?

You shoved your hands in your pockets while you walked down the street, aiming towards the coffee shop where you would always meet any of BiT. Your phone was tightly gripped in your hand and you resisted the urge to lift up your head to look at the sky as you walked. It was so beautiful yesterday. You wondered if it was the same today.

You felt your phone buzz in your hand, so you pulled it out of your pocket and read the message that flashed across the screen.

Change of plan, are you okay to come over? -D

Sighing, you texted a reply saying you’d be there in 5 minutes. You were already half way there, so you might as well walk.

You reached the BiT dorm in no time and knocked on the door with budding nervousness in your stomach. It suddenly hit you that there was the possibility of Jae-Hwa opening the door, or him being home. He did live here after all. And you hadn’t seen him since you argued at your house, and you didn’t want to see him either. It would just be awkward.

As your knuckles came in contact with the door, you regretted coming. But it was too late to turn back.

Just seconds of anxious waiting later, the door opened and your anxiety toned down slightly at who was behind it. Daegi.

“Hey.” He greeted, stepping to the side and letting you walk into the dorm. It was only small, but it was all they needed.

You smiled as you passed him, and looked around the apartment for anyone else, keeping quiet to listen too. “He’s out. Jae-Hwa.” Daegi read your mind and set you at ease.

“What did you need?” You asked, hovering in the hallway, not sure of what to do. Daegi walked into the living room, beckoning for you to follow and sat down on the couch. You had known Daegi for long enough to know he was stressed, his back was slightly curved at the shoulders and his eyes were hooded, showing you he had barely any sleep.

When you got into the living room, you were met with Yujin, curled up on the sofa, taking up very little room. You often wondered how someone so innocent was a member of a boy group known for their bad boy concepts, when here he was now, his blonde curly hair flopping over his eyes as he slept. You had to resist your maternal instincts to brush his hair out of his face.

Minhyeon was sat on the couch next to Yujin, watching him sleep as in both admiration and worry. When he heard you walk in, he turned to you and flashed you a weak smile before going back to watching Yujin.

You knew something was up. Something was seriously up.

“Where’s Chee?” You asked, deep down knowing what had happened but not wanting to admit it.

“He left.” Daegi frowned, “Him and Jae-Hwa started fighting again, and he lost it.”

You nodded, not wanting to speak just in case your voice showed any signs of weakness. So instead, you stared at the wall and tried to keep emotion out of your face.

“Y/n, you know what yesterday was don’t you?” Daegi started, not looking up from his fingers as he spoke. You didn’t quite know what he meant until Minhyeon spoke up, answering the question for you.

“Of course she did. She was there, that’s what caused this.” He snapped. You turned to him, but he wasn’t looking at you either.

“What’s going on?” You asked, not being able to stand the tension in the air any more. Daegi sighed before turning to face you. His face was full of concern and hesitation even though he tried to hide it.

“Jae-Hwa went to the festival yesterday.” Daegi started and things began to click into place as he continued, “He saw you and Yoongi, and when he came home he was mad. He started punching everything in sight.” Your heart shattered. Even though you were now with Yoongi, and it was his fault for cheating on you, you couldn’t help but feel guilty that you were out having fun with someone you promised you didn’t like like that. Someone who in a way helped cause all of this.

To make matters worse, Daegi nodded his head towards Yujin and you knew. You knew without looking. But even so, Minhyeon reached across and pushed a section of his hair away from his face, revealing a purple bruise over the maknae’s eye.

A gasp escaped your lips and you approached him, he looked exhausted. The patch over his eye was swollen and you knew that he couldn’t open his eye if he tried. It seemed like that was the only place he touched Yujin, and you knew it wasn’t on purpose. Yujin was BiT’s child, they acted like his parents and never let a fly hurt him. They were the best hyungs anyone could ask for when it came to the maknae, but lately everything had been spiralling out of control.

“He knew what he’d done as soon as he did it.” Daegi continued, “He kept apologising and then Chee got to him.”

You didn’t need to hear anymore. The image was vivid in your head. Yujin in Minhyeon’s arms, trembling. Jae-Hwa crying too, apologising and fussing over Yujin who tried to keep his distance and Chung-Ho eventually beating the shit out of Jae-Hwa.

You reached out to touch Yujin’s eye absentmindedly, delicately pressing the pads of your fingers to the broken skin. Tears stung the back of your eyes when you knew you were the cause of Jae-Hwa’s outrage and now Yujin’s pain.

“Where are they now?” You asked, knowing that they probably both stormed off in their rage.

“We don’t know.” Minhyeon answered in a hushed voice. But the point of his hushed voice seemed pointless as you heard the front door to their apartment hit the wall, making you all jump and Yujin wake up.

As soon as the cause of the noise stumbled into the room, you shot upwards, standing up with your back as straight as you could get it. You hated what you were seeing with a burning passion. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was messed up and matted, his clothes weren’t even sat on his body properly, hanging off of his shoulder and over one hip rather than two. The weight loss was highlighted by how baggy his once tight fitting clothes were. A bottle of alcohol of some sort was gripped in his hand, and he showed no signs of recognition -or anything for that matter- when his eyes landed on you.

Jae-Hwa.

“What’s she doing here?” He spat, taking his eyes away from you and stumbling to the kitchen. He spoke about you like you were trash, and you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or him talking.

“I…” You wanted to speak, but knew you couldn’t in the state of shock you were in.

“I invited her.” Daegi spoke up, seeing how shaken up you were and taking charge himself.

“Well un-invite her.” He groaned, opening the fridge and looking inside.

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish as you tried to filter your non-existent words. All eyes apart from Jae-Hwa’s turned to you with a mix of confusion and shock. No one knew what to say exactly, but it couldn’t stay silent forever. So Minhyeon came up with a question, a one that the answer to would shatter you.

“Where were you last night?” He stuttered, looking between you and him.

“Some girls house.” Jae-Hwa shrugged, as if it was normal to sleep with random girls and admit it in front of your ex who you claimed still to love. This came as a massive blow to you, and even though you shouldn’t care, you did. As much as you shouldn’t, you still cared for him.

Everyone’s jaws dropped to the floor and your eyes bulged out of your head. “Do you have no pride?” You asked with a raised voice, finally finding words to say to him.

“It’s not like I haven’t slept with other people before last night. You saw the pictures right?” He slurred before slamming the fridge door shut and yelling about there not being enough alcohol.

“I’m leaving.” You announced, not even looking back while you walked, but when you got to the door, a hand gripped your wrist as you went to reach for the door handle. You were spun around and met by Jae-Hwa’s tear-brimmed eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He let one tear fall, and your emotions shut off. You couldn’t fall for his tricks any more. You had too many times before.

“Tell that to Yujin. I’m going back to Yoongi.” You spat, yanking your wrist from his grasp and storming out of the door before he had a chance to protest. It was cheap, and it shouldn’t have been said, but you needed to shoot him down. He couldn’t still have this effect on you. Up until now, you were happy. But Jae-Hwa had to destroy it. Of course he did.

“Jin, get a glass of water. Kookie, get a blanket, Jimin, get some ice, I think she hit her head. Tae, get some tissues.” Namjoon ordered. No one protested, they just did as their leader said. Leaving Hoseok holding you, Namjoon kneeling in front of you and Yoongi hovering feebly behind Namjoon.

Tears kept rolling down your cheeks uncontrollably. You felt your body be lifted off of the ground and then positioned warily onto the sofa with a light thud and the absence of Hoseok’s arms soon followed, leaving you to curl up into a ball.

You felt so foolish. If only you had gone to that stupid party. Then none of this would have happened. It would have been you he went home with, not her. It would be you he’d be being photographed with, not her. You would be happy.

All of the members soon returned, a blanket was draped over your helpless body, water was placed on the table behind your head, and then, your head was lifted up, ice was placed gently onto the back of it, and some tissues were held to your face. You shakily took the tissues out of Namjoon’s hand and dabbed them against your nose trying to calm down. Silence filled the room. No one knew what to say to you or what to do apart from the leader.

“Does it hurt?” He whispered, “Your head?”

You shook it, and then sat up on the sofa, slouching in shame.

“Are you okay?” He asked, at eye level. More tears sprung up in your eyes as you shook your head.

Just as Namjoon opened his mouth to say something else, your phone started to vibrate next to the cold cup of water that had just been placed there. The name on the screen made your heart ache and nausea to settle in the pit of your stomach.

Jae-Hwa.

“Do you want to talk to him?” Jin asked, taking your phone and crouching next to Namjoon.

The nod of your head earned lots of disapproving looks.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Namjoon said, not hiding his displeasure.

“I have to.” Was all you said before you took your phone that had started to ring again. When you stood up, you started to make your way to the stairs that were located on the other side of the room.

“Take my room.” Yoongi muttered, you turned back to smile weakly at him before you swiped your finger over the screen to answer the call.

 Downstairs was silent apart from the screams, shouts and cries coming from Yoongi’s bedroom. The seven boys sat on the sofa awkwardly, listening to the heart wrenching noises and waiting for them to die down. As soon as they heard the door slam shut your sobbing and protests begin. Soon after that, it turned to loud talking, then to screaming.

“What do you think they’re arguing about?” Jimin asked no one in particular. He just couldn’t stand the silence anymore. He just wanted to drown out the screaming.

“Oh I don’t know Jimin. It’s not like he cheated on her or anything.” Yoongi snapped.

“It’s not Jimin’s fault.” Namjoon tried to ease the tension that was building, “I think we’re all tired by now.”

Nodding and rubbing his eyes, Yoongi agreed. None of them could sleep if they wanted to. They all just wanted it to stop, for your sake as well as theirs. Not only were the plain walls getting more boring by the second, but although they couldn’t hear what you were saying, they could hear your voice getting hoarser with every word you shrieked.

“Should one of us go up there to calm her down?” Hoseok asked.

“No, let’s just wait.” Namjoon took charge yet again like a true leader. At times like this, he always took charge. The room went back into silence meaning they could hear your sobs again.

It felt like hours before your shouts stopped and your screams turned into light sobs. The youngest three of the group had fallen asleep out of sheer exhaustion and when it had been quiet for a few minutes, the remaining four turned to look at each other.

“Should one of us go now?” Hoseok asked, and this time earned a nod.

“Yoongi should go.” Namjoon suggested, earning a stare from Yoongi. “Firstly, you’re the only one who doesn’t have a sleeping child on him,” He chuckled lightly and pointed to Jungkook on his shoulder, Jimin on Seokjin’s lap and Taehyung sprawled out over Hoseok, “Secondly, you like her don’t you?”

Yoongi’s usually pale skin flushed a deep shade of crimson as everyone’s suspicions were confirmed. He always acted weird around you but that was just the way you thought he was around most people, which was true, it was just worse around you. He never liked Jae-Hwa either. Neither of them liked each other. Now everyone knew why.

“Go.” Namjoon ordered, “She’s in your room anyway.”

Yoongi slowly got up and approached the stairs. “What do I say?” He asked cautiously. The three boys just raised their eyebrows and Yoongi left to go find you.

With a deep breath, he knocked on the door, “Y/N?” He called quietly. The sniff he heard from the other side he took as consent to enter. When he stepped through the door, he was greeted with the sight of you sat on the end of his bed, knees to chest, eyes red but not as red as your cheeks, a bleeding lip from chewing it too much, and white and red patchy hands. If your sniffing had stopped, you would have heard his heart break. “Y/N.” He breathed and took a seat next to you on his bed, closing the door behind him. Flopping weakly into his side, you leaned on him and sobbed. Both anger and grief welled up inside of his stomach and he felt an instant desire to kill the boy who did this to you. But instead, he just placed an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him. “What happened?” He whispered.

“W-w-we…” You started through sobs, “He-he-he slept with h-her.” You hiccupped, “H-he c-called to-to try t-to.” You tried to tell him but couldn’t find the words to explain.

“You don’t have to say.” Yoongi muttered, letting you cry into him.

“Wh-why would he?” You cried, burying your face into his shoulder.

“Because he doesn’t realise how lucky he was to have you.” Yoongi whispered to himself. Finding the comfort in his words, you tried to calm your sobs.

After a while of crying, Yoongi stood up in front of you and pulled you up to hug him standing. The new position was a lot more comfortable for the both of you. Knowing your legs couldn’t be trusted, he kept his arms wrapped as tightly around you as he could without breaking the precious china that was you. Balling his plain shirt into your fists, you buried your face deep into his chest. He acted as your own, personal barrier from anything. Slowly, he started to sway from side to side to calm you down. It worked greatly. Soon, your breathing had settled and now only silent tears were falling. The swaying turned into steps from side to side and you finally found the courage to look up, pulling back slightly to get a clear view. His eyes were hooded and his face was calm just staring into you.

You started to lean closer to him, desperate for more contact. He did the same. Your foreheads leaned against each other as you started deeply into each other’s eyes. The swaying stopped. Eyes. Mouth. Closer. Tilting your head slightly and closing your eyes, you cautiously closed the gap between your mouths.

His lips tasted sweet, like cherries, while yours tasted of tears and blood. His were smooth while yours were rough. But even so, they blended together like a smoothie. The kiss was slow and deep. Your tongues worked together and lips moved in sync. His hands stayed at your waist and yours in his t shirt. Both eyes were closed and you got completely lost in each other.

It was only when you tasted the familiarity saltiness of your tears that you realised you started crying again. Pulling away slightly, you looked down and sobbed silently. You dropped your hands and rested your head against his chin. Pressing his lips to the top of your head, he pulled you in for another hug, holding you there without saying a word.

He felt your stance start to wobble in his arms so he led you over to his bed and tucked you into it. Pulling the dark blue covers over you to keep you warm. Placing a light kiss to your forehead before leaving you alone to sleep in his bed after such an eventful night and closing the door silently.

Yoongi made his way back downstairs to see that now only two members were awake. Namjoon and Seokjin. The look on their faces showed that they wanted to know what happened, and the look on Yoongi’s showed that he wasn’t best pleased with himself.

“What happened?” Jin spoke up when Yoongi reached the bottom of the stairs. Under his hooded eyes, the green haired boy looked up at them.

“She kissed me.” Was all that it took for Seokjin’s mouth to fall open and Namjoon’s hand to fly to cover his.

“She what?” Seokjin gasped.

“How was it?” Namjoon asked, turning to face Yoongi who had just fell to the only spare space on the sofa.

“Wet…” He cast his mind back to the kiss that the two of you had shared moments ago, “She was crying, a lot… and her lips were rough and bleeding.”

Namjoon and Seokjin looked at each other and then back to Yoongi who was staring at his hands.

“What did she say?” Seokjin asked, referring to what happened with Jae-Hwa.

“He slept with that girl… other than that she didn’t really say anything.” Admitted Yoongi.

The room then fell into complete silence. No one knew what to say. Or what to do. Yoongi replayed what had happened in his head, analysing every move either of you took. Did he lead you on? Did he seem too demanding? What did this mean? Should he have pushed you away? Was he too firm? Were you even going to remember what happened tomorrow? Were you just using him as a rebound? Of course he was, you had just been cheated on by the boy you loved most in the world. But did you still want to kiss him? Did you actually like him? Or was he just in the right (or wrong) place at the time you needed someone most?  He came to the conclusion that he wasn’t going to mention it. He was going to try to forget unless you mentioned it. Nothing happened between you. You needed a friend right now, that was all.

Jungkook stirred on Namjoon’s shoulder and then woke up, rubbing his eyes.

“What did I miss?” He asked, sleep still apparent in his voice.

Yoongi shook his head to Namjoon and Jin, then turned to Jungkook.

“She’s asleep.” Jin flashed a sad smile at Jungkook who nodded.

“You guys should go to bed; I’ll take the sofa.” Yoongi stated, standing up and picking up the blanket. Namjoon, Seokjin and Jungkook nodded and woke up the others, practically carrying them to bed.

When everyone else had left, Yoongi was left alone with his thoughts. He really had no idea what would happen next. But he realised that dwelling on it wouldn’t help him figure anything out, especially not when he was this tired. So he just curled up on the sofa and allow sleep to surround him and the dreams of you to take over.

The next morning, you woke up and memories from the night before came flooding in. The show, the party, Jae-Hwa, arguing and lastly… Yoongi. You kissed him! You shot up in bed before realising, it wasn’t yours. Did you fall asleep in Yoongi’s room? Did you sleep WITH Yoongi?! Rubbing your eyes, you tried to remember anything after kissing him but there was nothing to remember. Praying that nothing happened, you pushed yourself out of bed and noticed something.

You were in your clothes from yesterday.

Relief flushed over you. Sighing, you stumbled over to the door. You pulled it open and behind it, was a half-naked Hoseok, covering the top half of his body, ready to scream. But you beat him to it. You slammed the door again, but instantly regretted it because of the headache it caused.

“Ow.” Rubbing your temples, you opened the door once again and stepped out of the room.

Hoseok looked at you with raised eyebrows as you rubbed your eyes. “What happened to your clothes?” You asked, half amused.

“Taehyung stole them.” He smirked and you heard a giggle from downstairs. You leaned over the railings that looked down on the living room and saw Yoongi asleep on the sofa. Hoseok sighed and turned to face you. “You look better.” He complimented; you assumed.

“Don’t feel any better.” You groaned before making your way downstairs.

The room was brighter than it was last night, but it made you cringe and want to shrink away into the darkness. Squinting your eyes, you made your way to the kitchen to grab a drink. As you passed Yoongi, you decided you wouldn’t mention anything to anyone about what happened between you two. Not even to him. The feeling of his lips against yours made you feel impossibly guilty, not only had you dragged him further into your problems, but you knew you had made things awkward between the two of you. Even asleep you could feel the tension radiating off him.

Namjoon was stood in the kitchen holding a glass of orange juice in his hand and leaning against the counter. “Sleep well?” He asked as you walked straight to the fridge. Shrugging your shoulders, you pulled out the milk and made yourself a bowl of cereal before sitting at the breakfast bar and eating.

“I’ll take that as a no.” He smiled weakly and placed his elbows on the counter in front of your bowl. “What happened last night?” He asked, caution absolute in his voice.

“We argued a lot. He slept with the girl from the party and as far as I know she was still there while we were on the phone.” Your voice was clear and steady, bored even. “He kept begging me to forgive him… saying he was drunk. He was still drunk.” You tutted, “We both screamed and cried and in the end I just hung up.”

Namjoon stayed silent for a few moments while you shovelled food into your mouth. “Oh right…” Was all he said before he pulled away from the counter and placed the empty glass in the sink. “What happened after you hung up?” He whispered, back to you.

You contemplated whether to tell him about what happened with Yoongi. Namjoon was probably your closest friend so telling him wouldn’t hurt right? Surely he wouldn’t tell anyone.

“I cried for a bit…” You started, “Then Yoongi came up and comforted me for a bit. I was still upset of course but… having him there helped.” Every word felt forced even though they were the truth. Well, half of the truth.

“What did he say?” Namjoon asked, still not looking at you. Not that you were looking at him, you were looking at your bowl.

“I can’t really remember.” You thought back. “We didn’t talk much. We… cuddled.” You mentally slapped yourself for your poor choice of words before continuing, “Then… kind of danced? Well more like a gentle sway. Then”- you paused for a moment and furrowed your eyebrows, forcing the words out of your mouth. You had to tell at least someone. Maybe they could help with your confusion, “We kissed.”

You looked up to see Namjoon had turned around and had a neutral expression on his face. But you could have sworn you saw a hint of relief. “How was it?” He asked, taking you off guard.

“Wet.” You chuckled, smiling slightly at the memory.

“What happened after?” He asked, smirking at your reaction and the fact you said exactly the same as Yoongi.

“I-I don’t know.” You admitted. With a nod of his head, he decided to change the subject.

“What’s the plan for today then?” He asked, walking over to you and looking into your eyes.

“I don’t know, I’ll probably just go home and sleep.” You shrugged.

“Okay,” You were surprised at the fact he didn’t argue, “Want a ride?” He offered and a smile crept on our face.

“Sure.” You nodded and cleaned up your bowl. “Thank you.”

After gathering your things and saying goodbye to the boys -who smiled weakly at you- you left with Namjoon who drove you home. The ride was fairly pleasant. Neither of you said much, you just listened to the radio and stared out of the window appreciating the music. Until the latest news came on.

“Headline: BiT’s Jae-Hwa was spotted last night, leaving the Seoul Annual Music Awards, with a girl. We are yet to hear how his girlfriend, Y/N, have reacted to these pictures. Although, some speculated the pair had slit before the show, others say”-

The radio was cut off abruptly by Namjoon. You spun around to face him, about to ask why he turned it over, when you noticed the tears that were rolling down your cheeks. Quickly, you wiped them away but it was too late. He had already noticed.

“S-Sorry.” You frantically wiped your eyes and apologised for crying in his car.

“Don’t apologise.” He placed a hand on your knee and you placed your hands on your lap. “It’s the assholes fault. Deserves worse than they’re saying. And doesn’t deserve you.” He pulled one of your hands into his and laced your fingers together. His warm hands comforted you and you stopped letting the tears fall down your face.

 When you pulled up to your house, your hands untangled and your face lit up in horror as you noticed an extra car in your driveway. The big black four wheeler couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else’s and when you looked at your front door you already saw him standing there.

“What is he doing here?!” You shouted.

“Are you going to be okay?” Namjoon halted the car and turned to you. You nodded and thanked him for the ride before jumping out of the car.

The adrenaline you felt in the car quickly disappeared as soon as your feet hit the ground and your ex-boyfriend turned to face you. Rivers down his cheeks, eyes raw and scarlet, lips chapped and cheeks pink. Your heart sank and you too felt yourself start to cry. He looked awful. As if he got no sleep. You didn’t look much better.

Your eyes locked and his tears started to flow quicker. “Y/N, please hear me out!” He pleaded, soberer than the night before. The sincerity in his words made you crumble. “Please.”

When the sweaty boys arrived to where you were waiting backstage, you greeted them with wide smiles and a lot of hugs. Different colours of hair flew in your face but you didn’t have time to care.

“You guys were amazing! You always are! But that! That was! Wow!” You stumbled over your words earning lots of laughs from the members.

“Thank you!” Jungkook grinned and hugged you again.

You kept talking to the boys about how much you loved their show, before a pair of arms snuck around your waist claiming you as his.

“You guys did great.” Jae-Hwa smiled and you, along with all of the members, could sense the bitterness in his voice.

“Thanks..” Bangtan trailed of. Not wanting to stay to fuel your boyfriend’s possessiveness, Namjoon quickly added,

“We have to go change. We’ll see you later Y/N.” and walked away towards their dressing room. That was long lived.

Spinning around to meet your bitter boyfriends face, you felt his arms leave your waist. “What was that for?” You scolded.

“I was just congratulating them.” Jae-Hwa said in a bored voice and avoided your glare. Why was always like this? You had it in your head that it was because he loved you and not that it was because he wanted you to himself. Controlling wasn’t the right word in your head.

“Chasing them away more like.” You groaned and started to walk away. A strong hand just latched onto your wrist and pulled you into a toned torso. His lips landed on yours automatically and your eyes flew shut out of instinct. While the kiss was short and sweet, it left you with butterflies in your stomach and an ache in your chest for more. When he pulled away after no more than a few seconds, he smirked at you, who just fell into his body from the loss of contact.

“Tease.” You groaned as you regained your balance. From that single word, you earned a light chuckle feeding the butterflies and a genuine smile making your head spin slightly. He really was beautiful in all of the right ways. The structure of his bones -that was all natural- the crinkle of his eyes when he smiled, the arch of his soft, pink lips when he grinned, his white teeth and his perfectly styled hair that framed his face and showed his tanned forehead when he brushed it back. And he was all yours.

“You coming back with me after the party?” He asked, still smiling.

“I’m going back with the guys.” You shrugged causing his smile to fall and jealousy to take over his beautiful features.

“Of course you are.” He snapped, causing the butterflies to die and your head to spin for a different reason.

“They’re my best friends Jae.” Your black shoes suddenly seemed so much more interesting.

“And I’m your boyfriend Y/N” His eyes were filled with lust while his mouth showed irritation.

“I haven’t spent time with just them in so long.” You counter attacked and instantly regretted it. The lust that was previously contained in his eyes was now banished and replaced with fury.

“Fine then, Y/N. Go hang out with Bangtan.” He growled and stormed off.

Deciding to let him cool off for a while, you sat back down and opened your phone to scroll twitter where loads of fans were already going wild about the previous performance by Bangtan. Just like people expected, you had a bts fan account where you followed loads of ARMY’s. Sometimes you just wanted to get lost in the tweets. It was also interesting to see what they had to say about you. A lot of them were very supportive of your friendship with Bangtan and your relationship with Jae-Hwa, but some weren’t. Not that it made much of a difference. You were happy.

A text suddenly flashed up on your screen:

Nams: You still coming back to ours after the show? x

You: Yeah, Jae isn’t happy about it though. x

Shutting your phone, you stood up and decided to go for a walk to find Jae. The last thing you wanted was him to be mad at you. Not to mention you were right in the middle of the next group getting ready to perform. Trying hard not to trip over wires, you weaved your way through idols, makeup artists, stylists and managers. How big was this place? This was one of the biggest awards ceremonies you had ever been to. There were people everywhere you went! Loud music filled your ears until you reached the corridors that lead to the dressing rooms. There, the music became the soft sound vibrating against the cream walls. Walking aimlessly in the empty corridor, you finally found what you were looking for.

BiT’s changing room.

Hesitantly, you pushed open the door to be greeted with all five members in the room. Two were getting their hair and makeup done. One of them was asleep on the sofa, while another was resting on his lap. Jae-Hwa was sat staring at his phone. His makeup had obviously just been done as now he had black shadow -with hints of black glitter- smeared over his eyes and reaching just below his temple. His hair was spiked up giving him the true bad boy image and his lips were slightly redder than usual.

“Jae…” You peaked your head through the door and his eyes locked with yours. He nodded to you, beckoning you in. You followed his command and sat down on the sofa next to him. Locking his phone, he turned to face you. “When do you go on stage?” You asked and one of his stylists answered for him.

“Fifteen minutes.” You nodded and turned to Jae who was examining your face.

“What?” Your eyebrows knitted together as you looked into his eyes.

“You’re beautiful.” He smirked smoothly sending blood rushing towards your cheeks.

You didn’t say anything in reply, you just shook some hair in front of your face, only for him to tuck it behind your ear. “Don’t hide from me Y/N.” He whispered close to your ear. You noted internally that his temper had gone down. Before you could reply, he stood up and extended a hand to you. “Let’s go for a walk.” He suggested, so you took his out stretched hand and left the room behind him.

Hand in hand, you walked down the corridor with only the soft beat of the performers music as your background music. The quiet was comfortable. His hand was soft in yours, and steady. The two of you often did this before his performances, not because he got nervous -because he didn’t- but because if he thought of you on stage and knew that if you were watching then he would perform at his best.

After a while of walking, you spotted Yoongi and Jimin outside of BTS’s dressing room. When Jimin spotted you, a smile broke out onto his face making Yoongi turn around and wave when he saw who it was. Approaching them, you smiled.

“Hey, Y/N.” Jimin smiled when you stopped in front of him.

“Hey.” You smiled feeling Jae-Hwa’s grip tighten around your hand slightly. You looked up at him to see that he was already looking down on you.

“What time is Jae-Hwa-hyungs performance?” Jimin asked and you felt Jae’s hand clench at his choice of words.

“10 minutes.” You smiled and gave his hand a squeeze.

“You guys did really good earlier.” Jae started, trying to ease the tension that you could feel forming. “Really good. Y/N was practically drooling.” He chuckled sending a smile onto your face at the amount of effort he was putting into the conversation.

“Oh really?” Jimin laughed and poked you in the stomach twice.

Yoongi simply smiled and bowed his head in thanks. Grinning at the three boys who seemed to be getting on so well, you sparked up a conversation between Jimin and Jae-Hwa. But as soon as the conversation got properly started, Jae-Hwa was called to go to the performance area. You followed and stood as close to the side of the stage as possible with Jimin and Yoongi either side of you.

While watching the performance in awe, the other boys of BTS joined you to watch him. You knew that they wanted to get along with him, he was your boyfriend after all, but they rarely got the chance. Because he rarely gave it. It wasn’t that he was a bad guy, he wasn’t, he was lovely, but he did have a bad case of mistrustfulness. The one thing he didn’t want was for someone to take you away from him. It wasn’t you he didn’t trust, it was them.

During Jae’s solo part of the song, your mouth fell open at his beautiful voice and even the other members looked at him in pride.

“Your boyfriend sure can sing Y/n.” Muttered Namjoon from behind you and you nodded in a trance. The song he was singing was about heartbreak and the concept of them being ‘bad boys’ drove you crazy knowing their sweet nature. They were all lovely! So much so that you couldn’t count the times they have made you feel more at home with them than anywhere. When you spent time at their dorm, they always made you feel like part of the family! There was definately a different side of them that the media never got to see. Just like with Bangtan. Although, they were one of the most genuine groups you had ever met. What you saw was what you got. And you loved them for their sincerity.

As their performance went on you remembered a lot of your favourite moments from the past three months together: falling asleep in Jae’s arms on the couch at BiT’s dorm and waking up to find pictures of the two of you all over the internet; that was how the members outed you as a couple. Him taking you out on random dates to see the stars that he knew you loved seeing so much. Spending stormy nights together at your apartment because he refused to leave you knowing how much storms scared you. Watching the interviews where he started gushing over you with him and watching his face glow red when the other members rolled their eyes. All of these moments that you wouldn’t sell for anything.

When the group came wondering off stage, you could see the adrenaline in his dark, make up smeared eyes. When your feet left the ground from his embrace, you grinned and congratulated him on a wonderful performance.

“You guys did great!” The words left your mouth as soon as you returned to the ground and were faced with the other members.

“You really did!” Namjoon cheered from behind you and all of the other members of Bangtan joined in on their praise. BiT thanked the members and started conversations with them while Jae started down at you, smiling.

“Are you sure you’re not coming to the after party?” He asked. Their performance was the last of the night so they were going to make their way to the party now.

“I’m sure. I’ll be over tomorrow though I promise.” You promised and kissed him sweetly on the lips as his members started to leave.

“Be safe okay?” He smiled weakly at you as he walked away, nodding, you smiled and turned to your best friends.

“So, what’s the plan for tonight?” You asked and placed your hands confidently on your hips.

“PARTY AT THE DORM!” Taehyung cheered, raising his balled fists and grinning an oval grin making you laugh and the other members -apart from Hoseok- shake their heads at him.

“Sounds good to me.” You laughed, looking at Namjoon and smiling while Hoseok and Taehyung ran around in circles cheering.

By the time you got back to their dorm, everyone was full of energy and ready to have an eight-person party. As soon as you reached their living room, the speakers were turned on and the music started. You danced with Jimin, laughed with Hoseok and Taehyung, sang with Jungkook, rapped with Namjoon, and prepared snacks with Seokjin. The only person who wasn’t joining in with the fun as much as everyone else, was Yoongi. When you had inevitably worn yourself out, you decided to plop next to him on their living room sofa.

“You okay?” You rested our head on the cushion behind you and closed your eyes for a moment.

“Yeah…” He sighed and you instantly got a rush of excitement. You jumped up, grabbed his hand and pulled him up to stand in front of you.

“Have some fun Yoongi!” You laughed and pulled him towards the other members who cheered. It always shocked you how much noise just seven boys could make. A small smirk appeared on his face and he started to have some fun. Not long after, he was laughing the infamous laugh that was rarely heard but always treasured and he was smiling the gummy smile that was loved by many.

What you didn’t know, was that while you were having fun with six of the boys, Namjoon was sitting on the sofa where you were previously sat and was scrolling through twitter on his phone. As you let out a hearty laugh, his eyes fell upon something he wished hadn’t of been there for him to see. When you turned to talk to Taehyung to tell him the joke that made everyone laugh so much, he pulled Yoongi down to show him what he had seen, making his gummy smile turn into straight lips and balled fists.

“I’m gunna kill the-!” Yoongi started before the taller boy snapped his hand over his mouth, trapping the words in.

Taehyung laughed a proper, gut filled laugh and clutched his stomach as Yoongi said,

“We have to show her.”

Jin noticed the two’s depressed expressions and went over to sit the other side of Namjoon.

“What’s wrong?” He asked and then the phone was turned towards him this time, creating a look pure sorrow over his handsome features. It was then that Jimin approached the others, finding out the way the others did.

It was then that you noticed the lack of people surrounding you. Turning to face the sofa, you were met with four pairs of gloomy eyes. “What’s with the long faces?” You asked with a smirk.

Jungkook and Taehyung both walked over and looked at the phone then simultaneously looked up at you with completely different expressions.

“Seriously, what is it?” You asked, walking over to them slowly, leaving Hoseok behind in confusion.

“You’re not going to like it Y/N.” Jungkook warned as he blocked your path.

“She has to see.” Jimin added, tapping Jungkook lightly on the arm.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Namjoon attempted a smile as he handed you the phone.

All eyes were on you as you looked at the three photos on the screen. All of the same two people. Walking out of the club together. Slung over each other like items of clothing. Drunk. Kissing in one of three. Heading towards a car. His car.

Jae-Hwa.

Your boyfriend.

And some other girl.