#teob

Jungkook pushed open the doors to the police station and kept his head down, he was afraid to look up. He knew she was there although he didn't quite remember her or her appearance, he didn't want to remember.

"Jungkook!" A shrill cry tore through the quiet police station. He was nearly knocked over by a shorter body colliding into his and arms wrapping around him like snakes to constrict him.

He saw long brunette hair almost block out his vision. He turned his head away from this strange woman who looked and smelled nothing like his real home, his noona. He locked eyes with the detective and sent him a look of confusion as he refused to bring his arms up to hug the girl back

"Hey, maybe we should give him a second to process?" Detective Namjoon spoke up and the girl gave him space, but still kept her hands on him. Her big eyes looked Jungkook over in disbelief, taking him in.

Jungkook was still unable to recognize her.

"You-you really don't remember me, do you?" Her expression melted to disappointment as her hands dropped and she took another step back away from him.

He took in the sad look on her face first, and it truly did hurt him, some unknown part of him. That told him that at some point, maybe he had been in love with this girl.

His guilt shifted to horror as his eyes took in the rest of her.

Jungkook let out an audible gasp and felt eyes on him.

"I-I- need-" Jungkook stuttered out as he just stared at the massive, protruding bump on her torso.

"What do you need?" Officer Jung asked.

"I-I need to sit down." Jungkook felt his lips move but his vision was going hazy, his legs began to shake, his mouth had become dry as if he had eaten a whole fist full of sand.

"I-I-" Jungkook didn't know what he was trying to ask for anymore. His brain seemed so shocked that it was telling his body to just give up. And it did.

Jungkook felt something cold on his forehead making his eyes flutter open to only see silhouettes standing above him for a moment.

Part of him hoped it had only been another dream, that he hadn't really come here.

But here he was, on the floor of the police station with the girl that gave him a bad feeling standing over him with a look of concern along with the detective and police officer.

"Do you need us to call an ambulance? You might've hit-" 

"He's been through worse." Her words only made the bad feeling in Jungkook's stomach grow.

He tried to not look at her pregnant stomach as he slowly sat up. 

"I'm fine." Jungkook forced himself to speak. He had more than just questions for this girl, there were things he needed to know, not just for him. He knew he would never have what he wanted answered in this police station.

"I'll take you home and take care of you, okay?" The girl who definitely wasn't his noona told him. 

Everything in his body wanted to not let her drag him away out of the safety of the police station and into her car, but his brain told him to collect information on. Who he was, why he was with her and what had happened to him?

She ushered him into the passenger's side of her car and she of course took the driver's seat. As the locks on the car clicked locked the moment she began to drive, Jungkook wiggled in his seat just to feel the knife in his back pocket only to feel nothing.

"I was so worried about you, you have no idea." The brunette’s eyebrows furrowed but Jungkook couldn't tell if she was acting or not. On top of it all, he didn't know what to say, he didn't remember her at all.

His eyes drifted back down to her stomach and he felt sick again. Her eyes flickered over and noticed him staring.

"I know. It's been awhile, and you're probably wondering what happened, right? I was pregnant before you left me Jungkook." 

He swallowed hard to keep the fear from escaping in a scream of prayers that this was just another nightmare.

"I've been pregnant, alone and looking for you this whole time." She began to cry and Jungkook's eyes were now as wide as planets as he found himself pressed against the car door as if he could distance himself from this horrible situation.

"You just left me. I loved you and I told you I was pregnant and you freaked out and left." She was now not only sobbing uncontrollably but swerving all over the road.

"I-I-I'm sorry?" He still had no idea what to say, especially now that the pressure was on him to say something.

"No! No you're not!" She slammed her fist on the steering wheel as she nearly swerved off the road. Jungkook was panicking as he decided to try to persuade her to pull over.

"L-lets pull over and talk about-" 

"I'm fine!" She screamed over him. Jungkook watched as she took a few deep breaths and repeated her words more calmly now "I'm fine. You're here and safe." 

"Exactly. Everything is going to be alright now." Jungkook agreed even though he was scared shitless and didn't think it would be fine at all.

"You won't leave me again? us, your family?" She asked as she wiped at her tears with the back of her hand.

"I-uh-" Jungkook had to think fast, and he came to the conclusion he had no other options "no." 

"I'm just- I'm just scared. You moved in with another woman, the police had told me." She let out a sniffle and Jungkook was terrified she would start crying and swerving again.

"She- she just took care of me, that's all. She helped me find you again, right?" For some reason Jungkook didn't want this girl mad at his noona.

"No." Suddenly the girl's voice dropped into a dark tone. "No. She wanted to take you from me, BUT YOU'RE MINE JUNGKOOK! You are all I ever wanted!" She smacked at the steering wheel again.

He weighed his options. Would he be better jumping out of the fast moving car or staying in here with her?

The answer was obvious to him. 

He quickly attempted to unlock the car as she one-handedly tried to stop him. The car swerved again wildly but Jungkook was able to push in the button to unlock the car.

She screamed at him non stop but his brain was too far gone into flight mode to understand, mentally preparing himself for the pain of hitting the road as he grasped the door handle, positioning himself to face it and ready to jump.

Just as he pulled, what felt like a lightning bolt hit the back of his head. He couldn't think of anything but the pain and how it blanked everything from his mind. His ears rang as his vision grew bleary and dark. He felt his forehead hit the cool window and nothing else.

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"Junkoooook"

For only a split second he swore it was you. He felt a chill creep through him and up his spine that made him not want to open his eyes.

He was sitting, the air was musty and the feel of cold metal on his wrist told him all he needed to know. It told him his dreams hadn't just been dreams. Everything was coming back to him. He had been locked in those basement so long before, so long until the cold damp air had caused him to cough and get sicker and sicker until she dumped him onto the street to die.

Internally he was panicking, he was screaming, he was holding back sobs of fear. On the outside though he sat there I think his head slumped to the side, playing dead as if she were a bear and maybe she would just leave him be.

"Jungkookieee, welcome back home." She called making his stomach churn. This was not his home, this was hell and he had made a terrible mistake.

His brain went through scenario after scenario of escape. His first idea was to lunge at her, lock her out and hope she had a key to the chains on his wrist.

But he couldn't do that, something in his heart wouldn't let him, perhaps it was the baby, perhaps it was something more that he had yet to remember.

A hand came to his face and he involuntarily flinched, giving away the fact he wasn't asleep. The hand on his face made him want to crawl out of his skin.

he gave in and opened his eyes and the familiar horror filled his vision.

From the old mattress he sat on to the cold stone against his back, this wasn't a basement, it was a cellar.

There she sat on the floor just a few feet across from him off of the mattress. She was just a silhouette in the dark room, a silhouette he had often dreamed of as a monster, because to him she was.

His head throbbed with pain to the quickness of his heartbeat making him groan.

"I had to stitch your head. Why do you do these things to yourself Jungkook? Why do you just keep trying to leave me? You said you would love me forever, can't you try to remember that?" She pleaded.

Jungkook’s mind flashed to looking at her head  laying on a pillow, smiling at him. Her features looked much softer and happier and less sharp with rage as they did now. He heard himself say "You know I'll love you forever, right?"

He had said that. He remembered he had said that. The words had come from his own mouth but they confused him. How could he ever say that to such a monster? Had she forced him? Why had he seemed so happy in the memory.

"I just want things to be good again. I just want you back. It could be like it was again." Her voice shook as if she were about to break down.

Jungkook's mind flashed to arguing, her throwing things and telling him to quit him to quit some sort of a group.

"I was your biggest fan, I did nothing but support you from the start. You're the reason I came here to Korea. Remember all the texts Jungkook? Remember getting me at the airport?" 

His mind now went to running towards her and swinging her around in his arms. He had been so happy to see her the first time.

It was obvious to Jungkook that she only wanted him to remember the good times, but he was now remembering everything in a painful onslaught of memories. Everything awful she had ever told him and did to him was quickly rushing back.

"You ruined my life." He finally spoke. "My family… you… Oh God my family." His eyes stung with tears as he remembered. He had threatened to tell his family how bad she treated him… he wished he hadn't. It had broken him and made him finally fear her. "I-I hate you." He sniffled.

"No you don't, I know you don't." She was obviously in denial "Take it back!"

Jungkook flinched at her sudden loudness that echoed off the walls. "Take it back or I'll find her." 

Every muscle in Jungkook's body tightened up.

"I'll fund her and do exactly what I did to your family but this time I'll make you watch." 

"I take it back! I take it back." His mouth rushed to get the words out.

"You love her, don't you? You love someone other than me." She accused with cold poison in her voice.

"No. I don't care about anything anymore." He lied.

"Except who?" She fished for a certain answer.

"Except you." He muttered the reply she wanted "I don't care about anything except you." His heart deflated at his own words.

"Good." Her tone seemed satisfied and watched as her dark figure stood. "Now take some time and think about how you want things to be with us. I dare you to tell me you want to leave me one more time." 

He heard her walk the stairs before a door opened letting the blinding light wash over him.

Jungkook's mind went so blank that not even his headache could hurt him anymore.

This was all his fault, he shouldn't have ever left his noona where he felt safe and at home. He swore that if he ever made it out of this and made it back to her that he would never let her go again.

Days passed, maybe it was months or maybe just hours. Jungkook lost count of how many times he had slept, or how many times she had come to the cellar to feed or talk to him. Sometimes she would talk so sweetly, bringing back memories of a time he loved her, or thought he had. Sometimes she would come down there just to threaten him.

he never asked about the baby, never what gender it was, when it was due, what name she would give it. He didn't want to know, he didn't want to talk about it, he didn't want it to exist. He was glad it was dark down there just so he couldn't fully see her form. 

To pass the time Jungkook sang to himself quietly, songs that he was sure came from his former group. When he felt so alone and would cry he would tell himself "It's alright, I'm alright." And would remember the time you comforted him after a nightmare and told him he deserved the world.

Unfortunately the more time that passed in the cellar the less Jungkook sang and tried to comfort himself. He was losing hope in ever leaving, no matter how many times he told his captor what she wanted to hear.

Jungkook needed to get out before he died somehow down here or worse… she got her hands on you.

Just thinking about her hurting you filled him with unbridled rage, a rage that fueled his plan of escape. He didn't care anymore about hurting her anymore, maybe it wasn't so much that he was hurting her as much as hurting the innocent being she was carrying, but he needed out.

 Jungkook shielded his eyes to the light from the open door that he had been waiting for. His pulse quickened as he went over his plan one more time in his head.

"Noona?" He called her the name she had always made him call her, he hated it so badly, but right now he would be willing to do anything.

"Jungkookie, I brought you food!" Her voice was chipper as he heard her come down the stairs and come closer to him. She would normally drop off his food and leave, but he knew she was in a good mood today and Jungkook knew he could get her to stay.

"Please stay? I- I've just been feeling so alone lately." 

"Oh." It sounded like realization in her voice "I'm so sorry Kookie, I need to pay more attention to you. I'm glad you told me." Her form took her usual seat on the floor off of the mattress. "I'm sorry I've made you feel so alone, I want to spend more time with you but…" 

"What? Why?" He questioned.

"But I'm afraid of you Jungkook." She admitted.

"But noona, I won't hurt you, you're all I have. You have…" Jungkook swallowed as he tried to force the words from his throat. "You have my baby. I won't hurt you. Actually… I want to hold you, I want to feel the baby move I-I-"

"No." Her answer was firm.

Jungkook felt warm tears beginning to slide down his face, not because he wanted to hold you like he had said, but because he was worried he couldn't make this plan work, that she was too smart for him. He began to sob as he brought his hands to his face.

"Please. Please noona I feel so alone. It's so lonely and cold down here." He begged using his emotions of despair to lie. "I just want you to touch me, hug me, anything. Please. I feel like you don't even care about me anymore." 

She was quiet for a while while Jungkook sobbed.

He felt a warm hand on his arm that he did his best not to flinch away from. His body rejected her hand on him and he wanted to squirm out of her touch, but instead he forced himself to place a shaking hand on hers. 

The only thing he could do was pretend it was his noona comforting him for a moment.

"Oh Jungkook. I…" Her guilt filled words trailed off as she listened to her scooting closer to him. He gently pulled her, she resisted a little but Jungkook wasn't letting go. Once he had dragged her onto his lap, his arms around her waist made a discovery.

Where was her stomach?

Where was the baby?

"Jungkook, stop-" She tried to pull away from him again but this time he could hear the nervousness in her voice as the cogs turned in his brain.

He had heard no baby crying upstairs when he could hear everything from up there, the TV turning on, her coming and going from the house, her making food, the shower turning on, but never the sound of a baby.

He didn't know what happened to it but he knew she was a monster so she had to have done something terrible.

Without another word and in one swift motion, Jungkook wrapped the chains attaching his wrist to the wall around her neck and pulled tightly.

She began to struggle and beg for him to stop as her hands scrambled to try to free her neck.

"Stop- I- no key- don't- you'll die." She shrugged to get her words out as she choked. Adrenaline pumped through Jungkook as he struggled to both make her pass out and understand her words while fighting her.

"If I die- you die. Search me." 

As it hit him like a car, he let the chain go lax.

She sat there choking and gasping as his hands now searched her body and pockets.

She had no key on her, no phone, nothing.

He was frozen as she got loose, as he let her get loose. 

She scrambled to her feet and landed a kick to his ribs, one which he only felt the impact and heard the cracking sound from, but not the pain. His mind was far too gone to feel the pain.

"You fucking idiot you almost killed us both!" She shouted as she still gasped. He could feel her shadow towering over where he still sat, but he didn't look at her. "You really think I'd bring a key or anything you could use to escape down here?!"

She landed another kick to his ribs, this one made him fall over and cough, but still no pain, he couldn't feel his body at all.

"To think I ever wanted a family with you, to think I ever thought we could work this out! You tried to kill me!" 

Jungkook just laid there while she screamed at him, the only word registering in his mind was “family”

"Where's-where's the baby?" He asked the only question he cared about knowing right now.

She let out an icy laugh before calling him an idiot again.

"You're stupider than I thought. There was never a baby. I made it up to guilt you into coming home with me." 

Her words were both relief and just unsettling to him.

Jungkook didn't know at one point she stopped yelling at him and left the room, he was feeling the pain in his ribs now and it kept him down. He laid there for what felt like eternity, just wishing he would've killed her. Maybe if he died down there with her it wouldn't be so bad as long as she was gone.

But now, Jungkook was scared. He was scared that she was going to find his noona and punish him for what he did just like when he tried to leave her before and she killed his family.

Jungkook groaned in pain often as he laid there, he couldn't roll over, he couldn't move or else sharp pain so bad it was dizzying would shoot across his ribs. It reminded him of the time when he got sick.  He remembered being freezing cold but sweating, his body had felt like he had run a marathon and he kept losing consciousness. She had unchained him, but he was unable to escape, he had accepted his fate. The last thing he remembered was her cleaning him up and hauling him to her car, thinking that she couldn't be taking him to the hospital. 

Maybe if she thought Jungkook was going to die again she would dump him again, but then again did she still have sympathy or worry for him at all anymore, especially after he had just tried to kill her?

She stopped feeding him as much, she stopped speaking to him, she stopped emptying his bathroom bucket by the mattress on the floor. Jungkook got weaker and weaker. He felt like she wanted him dead, but just didn’t want to have to come down here and do it, or maybe she just wanted to make him suffer.

Jungkook just laid there fading in and out of consciousness more and more often as time passed.

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“FINE! FINE ALREADY!” He swore he had heard her yelling from upstairs but he wasn't sure.His mind had been playing tricks on him a lot lately, once even imagining she had kidnapped his noona.

“Just come take him and bring the money! I don't care what you do with him, he tried to kill me! ...No liker I said I don't know why you want him and I don't want to know but I swear if you let him escape and this falls on me you're going to wish you had never contacted me.” 

Jungkook wondered if this was about him, it was hard for his brain to make connections and try to understand nearly anything when he was this hungry and weak.he just wanted to go back to sleep and hope for a good dream about his noona.

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 “Get up Jungkook!” 

Jungkook whimpered at her voice shouting at him and at the light he could see through his closed eyelids.

“So this is where you've been keeping him?” This new, very deep voice startled him. He felt like he hadn't heard another voice in so long.

Jungkook pried his eyes open only for the light from the open cellar door to nearly blind him entirely momentarily.

As his eyes adjusted and from his point of view with his cheek against the dirty mattress, Jungkook could see shiny, expensive looking dress shoes.

“Yeah, where else am I going to put him?” his captor's voice seemed to scoff at the deep voiced man.

“I want to see him before I buy him.” his tone seemed cold and matter of fact.

“Jungkook! I said get up you idiot!” she shouted at him once more, but Jungkook just groaned out again, feeling too weak to make sense of this, let alone to sit up.

“Don’t.” The man’s deep voice doubled in it’s power, even sending chills down Jungkook’s spine at the power of it.

Suddenly he was being gently and slowly lifted to a sitting position. His head spun as he tried to look into the piercing eyes of the man who was trying to look into his.

“So you’re the one she fell for, huh?” the man muttered as he looked him over.

“I did, but that was a long time ago, before he tried to kill me.” 

“Would you shut up already?” the man snapped at her.

“You're in my house, don't tell me to shut up” she snapped right back. All Jungkook could think was that someone would have to be positively crazy to argue with this man who exuded power.

“Do you want the money and for me to take him off of your hands or not?” he sneered back at her “Remember bitch, I’m doing you a favor here.”

“First of all don't call me a bitch." She retorted and he stopped her right there by standing and turning to face her. He looked down at her as he looked over her as he took something from his pocket and dropped it onto the floor in the small space between them.

"Give me the key. I don't want you touching him anymore."

She crossed her arms.

"I thought you didn't know him, why are you being so protective of him?"

"I don't, he's a gift for someone. I can't have you further damaging him when you've already beat and starved him."

"Whatever. Here" She held out the key. "As long as I never have to see you or him ever again."

"You won't." A smile spread across his face, it was the kind of smile that would fill someone with dread and Jungkook would've been but what happened next happened too fast for Jungkook to register anything.

The lowest sound Jungkook had ever heard ripped through the cellar, so loud he didn't even hear the thud of his captor's body fall to the floor, but he saw it with his now wide eyes.

The man tucked the gun back into the hem of his pants at his side before turning back to Jungkook and kneeling down.

It seemed now that Jungkook's brain was doing quite the opposite of what it was moments ago. He was thinking a million thoughts a second.

He was terrified of this stranger who was now once again looking into his eyes, that was until he spoke.

"Jungkook, let's go. Y/n is waiting to see you." His voice didn't seem so cold anymore, maybe it was just hearing your name from his lips that melted the frost of the man.

Just hearing those words made Jungkook sob as the man unlocked the chains that were so sore around his wrists.

"Okay, and?" Yoongi questioned you as you laid in your bed with your phone on speaker beside you. He wasn't much for talking on the phone, however his laziness to walk several steps to your apartment overruled that.

"And Jin asked me out tomorrow!" You ecstatically squealed. "He just texted me right before I called you."

"Then do it."

"I will. But I have this problem with Jimin. I'm not really interested anymore... but he just makes me feel bad." You said and you heard Yoongi laugh on the other end.

"You don't owe him anything, don't let him make you feel bad because you don't want to date him. You're nice, you don't have to be so nice that you date someone out of pity. Just tell him ‘no thanks’." Yoongi said as you heard music on the other end.

"Yeah, but he just lives like right under us and he's persistent and I don't think he wants to settle on just being friends."

"Just keep telling him no thanks until he gets the message." Yoongi muttered. More music played and it sounded like the same beat over and over.

"Are you making music? You sound busy." You realized you had never heard him or seen him do his job before.

"Nah, not really, I've just been stuck on something. It's not a big deal." He replied in that nonchalant way that told you it really was a big deal to him. You learned how he was by now, if he insisted something was fine, it usually meant the opposite.

"Want some help? I could come over and lend an ear. I don't know anything about music, but I don't know, maybe I could be useful?" You had some time until Jimin called at eight so you decided to spend it with Yoongi until then.

"Yeah, come over and I'll order a pizza, maybe eating will help fuel my mind." He agreed.

As you expected, you couldn't really do much to help him. The two of you mostly just ate and talked, but the company was nice.

"So what do you think happened to him?" Yoongi confused you for a moment as you shoved pizza into your mouth, and then you realized who he was talking about.

"He went home back to his life, and his probably super attractive girlfriend, and forgot all about me." You huffed dryly.

"I just think-"

"Here we go" you let out a sigh with an eye roll, but he continued on anyway.

"I just think it's weird, he hasn't called you despite the fact I gave him your number, he hasn't visited or come back like he said he would... and the girl never even reported him missing in the first place. How did he even lose his memory anyway? It all just seems unusual."

You just shrugged.

"Maybe we'll never know exactly what happened." You said dismissively. You hated talking about it, just thinking about it because it brought back feelings you were working so hard to bury.

" Have you thought about finding him in Busan? You have his address, right? You mentioned the police gave it to you… or him, or something like that during the phone call." Yoongi seemed like he had an idea, and you obviously knew what it was but you weren't about to take it that far. You were afraid that if you contacted him or went after him it would only tear that healing wound open again.

"I don't know, I don’t think I can do that. I'll just take him not contacting me as a sign of him letting it go." You knew Jungkook obviously didn't want to see you.

"But he loved you." Yoongi argued "or..." he dragged out the word.

"Or what?"

He shifted in his seat to face more towards you looking glad you asked.

"Listen, I've got a few theories and one is... it's kind of worrisome."

"Okay?" You urged bewildered by his sudden enthusiasm.

"Theory number one: he never lost his memory, it was all fake."

You rolled your eyes and nearly laughed at his theory but he went on with the explanation of the theory, despite you not taking it seriously. "What if he needed a place to go? What if he had run away and left his girlfriend or something and that's why she never reported him missing, because she knew he had left her. What if he stayed gone to make him worry and hide out from her or some shit along those lines, I don't know. Theory two, you ready for this?"

"No, your first one was wild enough."

He ignored your sarcastic answer and continued yet again.

"Okay so theory two: his girlfriend is responsible for all of this. He had to get PTSD from somewhere and some sort of trauma had to cause the memory problem, so what if he was sick and escaped from his abusive girlfriend or got sick escaping from her? When he escaped she didn't bother reporting him missing because she would get in trouble, it was only after a while and when the police contacted her that she told him they were dating or something."

"Orrr” you offered, “he got PTSD from his all the stuff surrounding family's death and quit his job. Being a trainee and it was all too stressful and took off, got sick, and his body just decided enough was enough and collapsed in an alleyway. Do you even know how some companies treat trainees? Maybe his body just couldn't recover from all of that."

"Well at least you've thought about the possibilities, and that does seem plausible." Yoongi admitted.

"Yoongi, That's probably what happened. And I thought you said you were lacking creativity lately, if you ask me, it's just been being put to use in the wrong areas."

"You're probably right." He admitted with a small snort.

"I've been thinking about making some changes lately." You announced and he looked at you clearly intrigued.

"What kind?"

"Getting a car. I had one during university but I had to sell it because I was low on cash, now I have the money for one... and I’m thinking I should move into a nicer place."

"Oh. So no more being neighbors then?" He sounded sad about the possible change. " I mean if you want to better your lifestyle and you have the means to do so, then do it. Just promise I'll be allowed to come over to your swanky new place all the time."

"I won't move that far away, Yoongs. You can be there whenever you want, I don't care."

"If your new boyfriend, Jin, isn't the jealous type." He joked.

"Hey, he's not my boyfriend... yet." You cracked a smile at the last part.

"Give it a week."

"A week? That short of a time huh? Well maybe if he doesn't ditch me again for some prettier girl like he did before..."

"You said he apologized." Yoongi pointed out.

"He did but obviously men are liars." You shrugged

"Hey, when have I ever lied to you, huh?"

"Okay so not all of them are liars, just the lying ones."

He broke out into a fake coughing fit and amongst the coughs was the name "Jungkook."

"Exactly."

"What if he did come back though?" Yoongi threw the question out as if it was a real possibility still.

"Oh stop, it's been almost a month and a half and when he left he said he’d be back ‘soon’, he's never even contacted me. He's not coming back." You replied but part of you still had a sliver of hope even though most of you said to give up. You still kept his drawing of you on your dresser, and his things tucked away in your room, just in case.

Not much time passed between the conversation you had just had with Yoongi and now as your phone began to vibrate in your pocket, you had only gotten to hang out with yoongi for an hour and a half, much to your dismay. You pulled it out with a sigh already knowing who it was.

"I've gotta go Yoongi, it's Jimin." You stood and headed for the door.

"Remember don't let him guilt-"

"I know." You gave him a smile before heading out the door and answering the phone.

"Hey Jimin!"

An excited gasp came from the other end.

"You picked up for me!"

"I told you I would" you gave a little laugh as you headed back into your apartment.

"I really got lucky by getting to hear your pretty voice today." You tried hard not to smile to yourself at his comment.

"That's so sweet of you Jimin but-"

"Does this mean we finally get to spend time together? I'd love if we could hang out again now that everything is settled."

It took you a moment to really question what he had just said.

"Settled?"

"Oh." There was a short pause before he spoke again "I've just seen you coming in and out of the apartment complex and you don't seem too busy or anything anymore and you're always alone so… I just thought you might've been going through something with your… cousin, right?"

"Oh, yeah, no, um that's all fine now." You sputtered out.

"Good, then we can do something together right?" He pressed.

"Jimin, listen." You let out a long sigh. You had to break it to him. "I just want to be friends, I don't know if you were looking for anything more but I just… I'm not looking for dating or a relationship right now" You lied.

"Oh." There was once again silence from his end "well that's okay, friends can still hang out. I just like spending time with you y/n."

"I-I don't know about that either Jimin." You admitted feeling awful about all of this.

"So you don't actually want to be friends at all. You want to be nothing. You hate me." His voice sounded so small and said.

"No Jimin! I don't hate you! I never said-"

"I get it. That's what this phone call was about, you only picked up the phone this time to tell me you wanted nothing to do with me."

"It's not like that… I really… I just… I don't hate you." You were at a loss as to what to say. You didn't mean to upset him, but how could you avoid it?

"No." His voice was barely above a broken whisper "It's fine. I like you, I do it's true…"

There was nothing but slow breathing over the phone for a while, so long that you wondered if he was alright.

"Jimin?" Your voice cut through the quiet.

"I don't feel like this is over." He calmly spoke before the call ended.

You felt terrible for him, you didn't mean to upset him or lie to him, especially when he's never really done anything truly wrong to you.

Jin's date was amazing the next day, you remembered what you liked so much about him back in college, he was funny and sweet and charming and he kept staring into your eyes in a way that made your pulse race.

He was all for your idea of moving, he said he thought it would be a nice change and help you wash your hands clean of your past relationship.

Sure enough Yoongi was right, he asked you to be his girlfriend on the third date within the week.

Of course you were hesitant, you told him you needed to think about it, and he understood seeing as he thought you just got out of a serious relationship almost two months ago. Yoongi talked you into agreeing and honestly you were happy now. Sure you had to avoid Jimin every chance you got, but you really really liked Jin. You liked the way Jin wasn't too serious, how he was very tidy, how he held your face in his hands and baby talked you when he thought you were being cute when you were grumpy. He was good at solving problems in a light hearted way, and he fed you well.

As a matter of fact you decided to get a car to make it more convenient for you to see him. Now you could go meet him at work, or run over to his place late at night after some sexy texting between the two of you. Yoongi liked him too even though he thought his jokes were stupid and cheesy, and often times rolled his eyes in response. Yoongi thought Jin was the perfect cheerful companion to compliment your sweet personality.

Just a month later later you woke up to humming and sunlight coming through your window and the tantalizing smell of food echoing through your apartment like it did every morning when Jin stayed over.

You happily got up and walked into the kitchen to see him in nothing but sweatpants. The muscles moved under his broad shoulders as he moved over the stove.

You couldn't help but wrap your arms around him from behind and lay your head on his back for just a moment.

"Morning." You muttered tiredly.

"Ahh! There she is, my sleepy girl!"

You came around to the side of him and gave him a quick kiss.

"I'm making pancakes." He announced and you thought back to when you had made them for Jungkook's first breakfast and how he had eaten them with his hands, but you quickly shook the suffocating memory from your current mind.

"Mmm." You hummed as you grabbed plates for the both of you, trying to be helpful since he had yet again cooked for you.

"Whipped cream would've been nice along with the fruit Im putting on top, but someone ate it all last night." He accused.

You scoffed and laughed.

"If by someone you mean you and ate it all you mean licked it off my body, then you'd be correct."

"That's exactly what I meant. Now I have to go get more for dessert tonight... if it makes it until then." He stacked the finished pancakes on the plate before taking a step towards you and lifting you on the counter. He planted sloppy, quick kisses all over your face and neck from where he stood between your legs. The feeling made you laugh at how it tickled the little sensitive areas of your neck.

"The food is going to get cold." You whined at him.

"You're a lot tastier than pancakes." You heard the smile in his voice as his kisses on his neck turned long and serious. You wrapped your arms around him giving into his appetite for you.

His hands were already under the oversized t-shirt of his that he had worn here last night. When there was an unexpected knock at your door, he pulled away from you.

"Should I make some breakfast for Yoongi too then?" He joked, stepping away from you so you could hop off the counter.

"Hopefully he'll notice the way I'm dressed and see I'm busy." You replied.

"Or that might make him want to come in even more" Jin teased.

You went to the door and threw it open ready to tell Yoongi off for not texting before showing up so early in the morning, figuring that he probably hadn't even slept yet like the mostly nocturnal night owl he is. But you were surprised to see that wasn't the case at all.

Jimin stood there looking over your half naked body and suddenly you were tugging Jin's shirt down for more coverage. He smirked and gave you a wink.

"Hey."

"Uh, hi." Your eyes shifted around awkwardly to try to pretend you didn't just see the wink.

"So baby, I couldn't help but notice you avoiding me again for almost a month now. Did I do something wrong?" The tone he used was now icy, and accusatory. He seemed far from his normally sweet self, was he actually angry? And what the hell was he doing calling you baby?!

You were stunned.

"Don't worry baby, I'm not mad, not as long as you make some time for me tonig-"

"What the hell? Who the hell do you think you are?" Jin appeared, still shirtless with his brow furrowed in anger "Don't call my girlfriend baby."

"Girlfriend?" Jimin laughed "she's been seeing me for maybe, hmm, around four months now." You stated in confusion as Jimin looked like he had really been doing the math in his head, but how could he when it was a total blatant lie.

You finally snapped as you felt your anger skyrocket through your body.

"What." You let out "No I haven't!"

"We were dating before Jungkook, what do you mean y/n?" Jimin asked you as if you were the one lying, as if you were stupid.

How did he know about you and Jungkook?

"Y/n what's going on?!" Jin now demanded "are you cheating on me?!" His furrowed brows and narrowed, angry eyes were now on you.

"No! No I'm not cheating! He's-he's delusional or something!" You yelled "I haven't been seeing him! Ask Yoongi!"

"Well thats funny considering I know now you've been sleeping with Yoongi and going over to his house from noon to seven." You had never wanted to hit someone more in your life, your teeth clenched and so did your hands into fists at your side.

"That's the time I'm at work! Are you kidding me?! Is this some kind of payback for college?!" Jin yelled at you with tears beginning to form in his eyes.

How was he actually believing this? He had to know you would never, right?

"No, she's not cheating on you, she's cheating on me with you!" Jimin yelled and you slammed the door right on his face to keep you from dragging him into your apartment and strangling him. Jin stomped as took off through the apartment and you tried to chase him down but his long legs took strides much bigger than yours.

"I should've suspected you and Yoongi! You're no different than any of those other girls I use to date, I thought you were smarter than that but apparently you're not who you used to be!" As he yelled he began collecting the things that he had little by little left in your room.

"Jin I swear I never-" you tried to stop him from getting his things, just long enough to talk, but he wasn't having it.

"That's probably what happened to your last boyfriend! He probably found out you cheated on him with numerous-"

At this accusation you snapped once more not even letting him finish the thought.

"Now hold on! First of all, there's no proof that I ever did anything, Jimin couldn't even fake proof! Why would you trust a stranger over me?! Jimin is creepy and weird and-"

"Thats exactly what a cheater would say!"

"You're an idiot!" You growled at him in frustration.

"Well you're a cheater and this is over!" He yelled back and you stood there frozen at his words.

This is over.

And just like that he had taken his things and left.

He left you crumpled into a ball on your living room floor, sobbing into your hands after failing to go after him.

"What the hell was all that noise and why was your door left op- y/n?" Yoongi's voice came through your apartment and you know that he had to see how pathetic you now looked.

"What's wrong?" He you listened to his quick footsteps over to you.

"He left me." You were a sobbing mess, but you simply didn't care.

"He what? Why?!" You listened to the creak of the floorboards as he sat down next to you.

"Jimin- Jimin came over calling me baby and- and once he saw Jin he- he told Jin I was cheating on him with you and- and with him." You tried to get the horrible words out as clear as possible through your hiccups before you started sobbing again.

"Jimin what?!" Yoongi's voice was now enraged and you took your head out of your hands to see him darting to stand up and take off after the culprit. You jumped to your feet too, grabbing him Yoongi by the arm to stop him.

"Don't Yoongi! If you hurt him you'll go to jail or something... and then I won't have anyone." You pleaded. His face softened at your words and you started bawling again.

He wrapped you in his arms and held you.

"I'm so so sorry y/n. They're all fucking idiots." His voice quieted down considerably. "You have to move out of here away from Jimin that psycho bastard."

"Maybe if I- maybe if I text Jin and try to explain..."

"Yeah, see? There you go, it's all going to be alright." Yoongi reassured you as he still held you "I'm sure he'd have to take your word over some stranger's, he can't be that stupid, right?"

That had been your point too. Maybe if he had a day or even a few hours to think about it then it would become obvious to him. You had to hope he would take your word.

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