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Love is Fragile

A personal part 2 of “Leaving so soon” by @mellifluousleaf

I really needed a part 2 and I didn’t know if the author was gonna post one so here we go again.

Word count:6.2k

Warnings: Angst, pretty much just angst, cursing, some sexual content

You didn’t deserve this.

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to follow Taehyung after he left your shared apartment in such a rush, but the cold tone to his voice and his empty actions seeped through your excitement of them coming home and infected your mind as each minute passed by after he left. It went against your morals, knowing that you should always respect their privacy and that you truly did trust them. Why would you not? They were probably just kept up with creating more songs or ideas for a music video, it wasn’t completely out of the question as you were sure the places they had been must have sparked some creative touch within their minds and they didn’t want to lose such a deep well of motivation.

It truly warmed your heart just thinking of how hard they work every day and night, their warm and gentle touches as you held each other after a particularly long producing session. The love you carried for them was something that you made the biggest priority within your life along with taking care of anything they needed so it would be easier when they came home after those long days.

Wrapping yourself in the coziest hoodie you had, you followed after Taehyung. Not directly after but you knew the way to the studio by heart after the many times you stopped by with snacks and meals or just to make sure no one was too stressed and needed someone to talk to. It must have been not even 10 minutes since he had originally left the large apartment, giving you time to put away the dishes you had cooked for their arrival.

Your footsteps were quiet as they reached the studio door, music hummed through the room and echoed into the hall making you laugh a bit as they truly must have been working on producing this whole time.

‘Was Y/n asleep?’ Namjoons low voice boomed over the music reaching your ears fairly well as one of them turned the music down.

You slowly rested your head against the door, frosted glass hiding your figure as the hall was dark. A creeping feeling of guilt filled your stomach and twisted it into a tight knot. You should have trust Taehyung more and believed him instead of following him here.

‘Nah, she was up waiting for us, but I just gave her a random excuse and she believed it.’ Taehyung answered.

‘Good thing she’s oblivious.’ Jimin chimed in making your eyebrows furrow and a dull pain begin to spread across your chest in a new overwhelming wave of emotion.

‘Okay beautiful ladies, we have all the time in the world and the night is just beginning.’ Hoseok darkly said.

‘Oh, she wants to meet up again tomorrow. One of y’all can just call her tomorrow and make up a random excuse.’ Taehyung said barely drowning out the whimper coming from a girl inside and the quick hiss of Jungkook.

‘I’ll take care of that tomorrow.’ Jin mumbled, loud enough for others to hear and for you to barely catch it even with your shaking body pressed against the dark glass.

‘At this rate, she’ll never find out about this,’ Yoongi chuckled. ‘Don’t worry princess, you and your friends are gonna have a wonderful time tonight.’ Low groans and moans filled the room as well as the slapping sounds of skin, you slide your trembling body down the wall next to the door, curling your knees into your chest to hide the large tears rolling down your face. Quick fleeting memories of you and the boys cuddling in that very studio flashed before your eyes and caused a low sob to leave your lips.

You didn’t deserve this.

Scrambling to your feet you quickly made your way to exit the building before you gave away your position and truly started crying. Throwing the door open you were hit with the thick smell of rain and the burning of your nose from the cold. Pulling your phone out of your pocket you did the only thing you knew.

‘Hello?’ Jin Jin’s low voice echoed out the other side of the phone as it was thick and laced with sleep.

“J….J….Jin Jin.” You barely made out over each sob that forced itself from your chest.

‘Woahwoahwoahwoah what’s wrong? Are you okay? Where are you? Do I need to come get you?’ He quickly bombarded your sobbing form with questions you were unable to answer.

“Boys….Studio.” You cried out while quickly walking away from the cursed building.

‘I’m on my way, wait at the convenience store down the street.’ His voice was curt and dangerously low as he abruptly ended the call with the jingling of keys in the background. Making your way towards the said store you quickly sat down on the side of the road and hid your face in your hands once again. Stifling the cries that unwantedly escaped your mouth.

It was but 15 minutes before he pulled up to the side of the road and parked, throwing open the door and rushing over to your curled up figure, shivering from the cold and crying. His heart clenched at the sight of your vulnerable and trembling body. He quickly wrapped you up in his muscular arms and forced you to stand, half walking half dragging your body over to the passenger seat then gently set you in, taking the extra measure of buckling the seat belt for you and closing the door before returning to his side and repeating those actions.

“What happened?” He asked gently, putting the car in drive and began to head back to your apartment.

“I….I don’t even know.” Your voice was lower and dull as the reality of the situation began to intoxicate your mind, any lingering feeling of love or caring for those...those bastards was slowly being crushed and replaced with the stuffy feeling of depression and dread.

“What do you mean you don’t know? You wouldn’t call me 2 am crying if nothing happened. ____ you need to tell me what happ-”

“They’re cheating on me,” A lone sob escaped your lips as he quickly pulled over and gave you the most incredulous look.

“Are...Are you sure?” He sputtered out quickly wrapping his large hand around your own for the smallest sense of comfort.

“Yeah, They just came home from tour yesterday and I got everything ready for them. Even cooked each individuals favorite dish,” Your voice was bitter and slowly turning cold, something that was never even experienced before for anyone. “ I waited for them, waited for hours so I could greet them with the biggest hug when they came home for the first time.”

“What happened?” Jin Jin slowly rubbed his thumb over the top of your hand to coax you to go further. He knew it was hard, but any information he was able to get he would be thankful for.

“Taehyung was the only one who came home, grabbing something the giving the bullshit excuse of being called to the studio. You know how much I value trust and privacy, but something seemed off. He didn’t respond to anything, hugs, kisses, nothing. So I went to the studio to make sure everything was okay for myself, I know how much they overwork themselves and I thought that maybe if I could go to them it would help a little.” Each sentence was separated with either a tremble of your lip or a fat crystalline tear running down the smooth irritated skin that had grown that way from so much crying.

“When I got there all I heard was music, and I thought that they truly were working on music and maybe I was the one who did something wrong. I should have trusted them more and maybe Taehyung was just tired and didn’t want to go back to the studio. But….But I was wrong. I was so fucking wrong. They were fucking a group of girls behind my back, and it seems like this isn’t the first time either. They were saying how I was oblivious to it all and god the cynical tone they had when talking about me and how they’d just make a stupid excuse for our meetup tomorrow. Jin Jin….what do I do?”

He was speechless, truly so. Each time he had met the others they held such a caring and blooming love for you. As your best friend he was first informed about your strange relationship with the boys, but he supported you in any way he could as he knew that this is what would make you happy, and that’s all that mattered. But now, now he didn’t even know what to say. The fact that such a caring and sweet person spoke so cold was enough to know the severity of what truly happened.

But as you began to cry once again, his hand resting against your forehead as you curled into yourself on his seat, the only thing he could see was red. Tapping your head you quickly released his hand, allowing him to throw the car in drive and speed of in the direction of your apartment, as you would need the rest of your things because god knows he won’t allow you to stay there anymore.

The elevator ride was silent apart from the soft music and your muffled whimpers and cries. A light ding broke Jin Jin’s attention from you and swiftly wrapped his hand around yours and cleared the space between the elevator and your front door, using your key to throw it open and stomp in.

“What do you need, I’ll grab it for you so we can leave.”

“Just my phone charger and my laptop. My toiletries too please, but that’s it.” He looked at you in confusion and cocked his head.

“What do you want for clothes?” Your body grew stiff something he immediately took note of.

“I don’t want anything,” You mumbled causing him to request gently for you to speak up.” I don’t want anything that smells like them.”

Nodding in realization Jin Jin made quick work of gathering your things in a suitcase and making his way back to the dark living room. Everything left exactly as it was before you had followed Taehyung half asleep. With one hand carrying your suitcase he made quick work with the other and held your hand to drag you out of the apartment for the last time.

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It was the next day, night to be exact, that the boys had made their way home after repeating the last nights actions once again. Jin had attempted to call you but with a look of confusion written across his face he told the news of you sending him immediately to voicemail, but you must be busy or something. None of them made the effort to ask as the girls had come in once again causing Jin to throw his phone to the side and beckon one of them over with a smirk.

“Jagiiii we’re home!!” Jimin yelled through the apartment as the boys had slowly made their way through the door. Each laughed to the other about the events that had happened not even an hour before, Jin even having the audacity to roll his eyes at Jimin’s entrance knowing it was much different from the obvious lust he had for the girl before while his head was between her thighs. Taehyung shared a quick look of confusion with Jungkook as no one could hear your small footsteps come running from the other room. Normally when they come home you would be there in seconds with the warmest smile on your face and a hug and kiss for each of them, without fail too. But shrugging his shoulders he made his way towards the fridge and popped open some leftovers.

“Maybe she’s out, huh...she would normally tell us though.” Namjoon mumbled while making his way to his room. Throwing his bag on his bed he made his way over to your room, gently knocking on the door just in case you had been sleeping. But with no answer he pushed it open, your bed look for the most part untouched. Clothes hanging on your rack with shoes and bags below. A small sense of guilt creeped its way into his mind, not enough to change his wants and actions completely, but enough to pull the slightest smile as his saw the bag they had given to you for your third year anniversary.

“I think she’s just out with some friends and forgot to tell us.” He called out to the others, making his way back to his room to put away the contents of his suitcase and prepare for bed.

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It was hard to keep track of what was going on, with the constant visits of their pick of girls to the same studio and working on new songs, none of them had realized how much time had passed until Jungkook had brought up the uncomfortable point after dance practice.

“Has anyone talked to ____ lately?” Jungkook asked before gulping down his water and throwing the bottle away.

Taehyung shook his head, giving a quick look to the others as a sense of dread filled the pit of his stomach. “No, I haven’t even gotten a text back from her, and I haven’t seen her at home either.”

“I’m sure everything’s fine, she can take care of herself it’s not our job to do that for her.” Yoongi replied bluntly before sitting on the ground to catch his breath.

Jimin and Hobi shared a look, it was surprisingly uncomfortable for the two of them not to be able to reach you or even see you as most of your time was spent with them. You normally called them your best friends and swore that they meant the world to you, but even with their lack of caring since they came back from tour, it didn’t settle right for them.

“She’ll call us sometime. Anyway let’s have those three come over again, I swear I can’t get enough of how good their pussies are.” Jin moaned at the thought causing the conversation to switch in seconds as their worry for you dissipated into nothing.

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“Jin Jin do you need any help?” You asked the boy as he made dinner, chopping the vegetables with a goofy smile on his face.

“No it’s okay you just sit there and look pretty for me, I need motivation and MJ isn’t here.” He chuckled causing you to give the slightest smile.

It’s been a week since you had temporarily moved in with Astro, the whole group insisting on the first night that you live with them after Jin Jin had relayed the story. It took a few days for you to get out of bed, depression holding you in its claws there was no desire in your body to eat or wake up. Their voices continued to echo through your memories causing the 6th day of pure crying to start again. You were a fraction of the person you were before this happened, still offering to help around the apartment, but every emotion has been bottled up inside of you and hasn’t been released since.

That was the first time Jin Jin had seen you give the smallest sign of a smile within the days you had been living with them. It was hard to swallow his wrath towards the others, as each day that passed by hurt his heart even more as you filed to show any variety of emotions. The day he picked you up you cried in the arms of the group for hours, him barely being able to hold back Rocky as he nearly left the apartment that moment. It was clear to them that you were never going back there as none of those seven demons deserved to see you after what they had done, and what they knew, still doing.

MJ had taken you out the day after to get new clothes and splurge on anything you barely glanced at, anything was worth making you happy as well as you left everything there and needed a new start. Jin Jin had held onto your phone for the first 4 days, allowing you to escape the hell you had been thrown into for just a moment. He had rejected Jin’s call so quickly as it took everything in his body to not answer and rip the man a new one. But that time will come and the group knows it.

You didn’t deserve this.

They all knew that. Everyone in the world knows that. But the seven bastards that had taken your love for granted didn’t and your friends were going to make that crystal clear for them.

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On the 10th day of you being gone Hobi had called you. The boys hadn’t even given you the slightest of thought within those days, well nothing that passed the occasional wondering of why there was no dinner or if one of the members had seen you while running home to grab condoms once again. But when the dial tone had passed twice he was quickly sent to voicemail, a sick feeling settled itself in his stomach, gnawing at his mind as he tried once again to call you. Sure they were cheating on you behind your back nearly every other night, but Hobi didn’t want anything bad to happen to you. Call it guilt of his infidelity or a sudden flashback of all the time you spent together, but something didn’t seem right. And the smallest most microscopic voice echoed through his head, barely reaching the surface.

You didn’t deserve this.

That night as they all committed their sin once again he watched with dark eyes as Yoongi thrusted into a girl who was sucking Jungkook off. His normal lustful self was tamed by the mere thought of you being gone for such a long time.

“Yo, Hobi what’s wrong man?” Namjoon called out over the loud hiss escaping his lips as a girl slowly sunk down on his length and began to grind herself against him. Another strikingly sexy girl made her way over to Hobi, sitting on his lap and immediately attaching her lips to his chest. It took him a bit to come back to his senses, slowly edging his fingers around the girls clit as she whimpered against him.

“Nothing man, it doesn’t matter.”

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3 days later Jungkook had told everyone that you were still ignoring his messages even after him texting you multiple times. He didn’t think it was weird at first, maybe you were ignoring them because of being upset that they spent time at the studio the first night and not with you. But when Taehyung had confirmed that you hadn’t answered his either it sparked a note of curiosity within the group. Even Jin began to yell at how you ignored him multiple times and sent him straight to voicemail. They all laughed it off though, simply putting it to you being over dramatic and it was easier for them since they didn’t have to make more excuses to not come back.

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It was a coincidence really, it truly was. You had fallen back into your depression that night and cried soft enough for Eunwoo to hear it as he stood outside your door with the thought of bringing you dinner. They were tired of holding back the burning fire of wrath that hides within them for your sake so they didn’t make the situation worse. But enough was enough, you didn’t deserve to suffer while they all continued to fuck around and sleep with others. You were in so much pain that you didn’t deserve to be in.

And so they decided to take matters into their own hands.

It was a coincidence that they had made their way over to the BTS dorm in hopes of talking to the culprits, loud voices coming from the inside as they were able to catch most of the conversation that was happening within. Jin Jin couldn’t handle it anymore, hearing all of them put away any worry of your wellbeing with such a simple excuse of not having to take care of you was sickening to him and the others. So with a thundering knock Jin Jin had quickly ended the boys laughs into a deadly silence. It was Namjoon who opened the door, a smile on his face as he must have been expecting that it would be you on the other side of the door. But that look quickly diminished as he was met with the hard glares of Jin jin and the others, who pushed past him and made their way into the living room with the rest.

“A hello would be nice?” Namjoon spat at the unwelcome guest but nonetheless closed the door and followed them in.

“You don’t deserve a hello you sick bastard.” Rocky snarled at the man.

“Excuse me?” Jin turned towards Rocky with a hand on his hip, disbelief written on his face at the clear lack of respect in his voice. He glanced towards the other boys in his group and each had the same expression of shock and confusion written across their faces.

“You heard what he said.” Jin Jin replied, taking a step forward so he faced all of your previous boyfriends.

“Well then what do we owe to the pleasure of having you and your group here?” Taehyung spoke up passing Yoongi and clearing the distance between Jin Jin and himself.

“I think you know exactly why we're here, but please, humor us.” MJ sneered.

“We truly don’t know.” Yoongi spat giving the boys across from him a harsh glare.

“You know I admi-” Moonbin began, but it was truly a coincidence. It was a coincidence that you had called Jin Jin that very moment, the cheerful and soft tune playing from his phone as it silenced everyone in the room. Knowing they now had the upper hand, while it definitely wasn’t going to make the situation better, they wanted them to suffer just as much as you had.

Quickly taking his phone out Jin Jin looked into the eyes of each individual male in BTS before answering.

“Hey _____ what’s up?”

A quick gasp could be heard from someone across the room from Jin Jin, it was obvious they were shocked with how they had immediately stiffened their posture along with each pair of eyes glazing over in shock.

“_____?” Someone whispered, it had been almost 2 weeks since BTS had heard or seen you and now this man was standing before them with you on the phone as if it was nothing.

‘I was just wondering where you guys were, I woke up and it was too quiet for you guys to truly be safe. But I also just needed someone to talk to right now.’ The sadness that poured from your mouth at the end had gripped Jin Jin and nearly caused him to cough out loud. Remembering your words from that night he looked Yoongi in the eyes. She’ll never find out huh?

“Awww _____ you know you can call me whenever you need to. I know how hard it’s been for you these past two weeks. I just want you to know that I’m so glad your finally feeling a bit better,” He kept that cold hard gaze locked with Yoongi, who gave no expression other than uninterested. “Especially after catching those bastards cheating on you, even on the night they came home from tour. You didn’t deserve to hear them speak about you in such a cynical and rude way, and you definitely didn’t deserve to hear them have sex with others and even say you wouldn’t find ou-”

It was the look of realization at what was truly happening in Yoongi’s eyes that made him stop so suddenly. That and the quick hand that shot towards his phone coming from Jimin himself as his face was red and the look of pure terror was covering him. Sanha quickly grabbed Jimin’s arm and held him in place so he couldn’t reach the phone.

“I know how much it hurt you to hear Jimin call you so oblivious, for Jin to say he would make a sorry excuse to seeing the person he promised to love. For Hoseok to not even faze at you being mention and instead continue to fuck another girl, one that wasn’t the girl he promised to be there for. I know it was hard for you to have to sit outside their studio door and listen to Namjoon and Jungkook fuck someone else while you cried your eyes out.”

The boys within BTS had stopped, no one moved besides the heavy breathing that staggered out of their chests. Jin Jin gave a final glance towards Yoongi before looking at Taehyung.

“And I know how much it hurt for you to have made every favorite individual dish for each boy, only to have Taehyung lie straight to your face and run back to the studio. But most of all _____ I understand how much you hurt that night, crying outside that door as Yoongi said you’d never find out, but I guess he was really wrong about that. Wasn’t he?”

‘Yeah it just hurts so much Jin Jin, I trusted them and yet this still happened. I just don’t know what to do or how to feel.’

“Get some rest _____, we’ll stop by in a bit and we can talk more then, I promise.”

After your confirmation he quickly ended the call, sliding the phone back into his pocket before turning back towards the men in front of him. It was silent, the twisted and staggering breaths of BTS barely even audible as they couldn’t grasp the true weight of the situation. The boys within Astro watched the reactions before them, Namjoon hiding his head in his hands, Jin staring at Jin Jin in shock, Hoseok nearly in tears as he slowly slid down the wall he was previously leaning against, Jungkook following Jin’s reaction with wide tear ridden eyes, Jimin barely fought against Sanha as he nearly threw him towards the ground in disgust while sobs racked his form, Taehyung looked at the ground with jaw and fist clenched tightly. But the thing that surprised Jin Jin the most was the stray tear that slid down Yoongi’s face.

“Oblivious, isn’t that what you said Jimin? That it’s a good thing she’s oblivious? And what about you Yoongi?” Jin Jin made his way over to Yoongi, mere inches away from his stiff body that sat upon the leather couch. “She’ll never find out about it huh? Well, look how that turned out for you.”

“Oh stop crying, you don’t deserve to, after all you’re the ones who caused this and you knew she would find out eventually. But that isn’t what you thought huh Taehyung?” MJ sneered towards the younger male while making his way over as well, “Did you ever feel bad? That night when you came home and saw how hard she worked for you, tell me, did you think of her when you were fucking someone else?”

“Of course he wasn’t.” Sanha answered for him while looking at Jimin’s sobbing body at his feet, “None of them were, but here they are crying as if they truly cared for her.”

“WE DO CARE FOR HER!” Jungkook shouted over him while springing up to his feet, tears flying down his red and irritated face. Jin Jin was before him in seconds, sizing up the young boy and quickly getting in his face.

“NO YOU FUCKING DON’T, IF YOU DID THEN YOU WOULDN’T HAVE CHEATED ON HER, SO DON’T LIE YOU BASTARD. You….You only care now that you’ve gotten caught and we all know that. If she didn’t stop by the studio to make sure you were truly okay you all would have continued this until she found out. But no, she had to sit outside your fucking door at 2 am and cry her eyes out while you all fucked some other girls and listen to everything.”

“Just let us talk to her.” Namjoon started before Rocky quickly cut him off.

“Why? So you can give her some sorry ass excuse and hope that she comes running back to your two faced selves? She isn’t something you can just keep around so the house is clean and dinners made. And she most definitely isn’t someone you can just lead on so when you’re lonely, you have a back up. You all are pathetic sorry excuses for people and you deserve every ounce of emotion pain you might get from this. Fuck I don’t even know if you’ll be hurt by her leaving considering you have a line of girls waiting to be fucked. But hell it doesn’t matter to us or her anymore, she took everything she wants from here so anything that's left you can deal with as she’s not coming back.”

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Even after Astro left no one moved. Jimin continued to cry on the ground while Hoseok was mimicking his actions but curled up against the wall. Even Namjoon began to cry into his hands, but still standing still in the middle of the room was Taehyung. The warm feeling of your arms wrapping around him that night ghosted his waist as he couldn’t fight against the tears that rolled down his cheeks. Memories of the time you had spent with them through the 3 years you had been together were making themselves known, torture each boys mind with the severity of the situation. As each one of them began to cry at the loss of you they realized something.

You didn’t deserve this.

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As time passed you had slowly become more accustomed to living with Astro, they insisted you stay since the company would be helpful with getting over...the others. You were doing better for the most part, well if that meant you were at least eating and leaving the house to get out for a bit then you were doing fantastic. But everyone knew it would take time for you to come out of the fortress you had built so quickly within your mind. Your tone was colder, eyes less glittery than normal, everything was just...not you.

Maybe it was fate that brought you all together in the beginning, there had to be some sort of lesson you had to learn through this experience and the 3 year relationship you held so dearly to your heart. But deep within your mind you knew that not all stories have happy endings, and maybe yours was the same.

But maybe it was fate that you had suddenly stopped to get a coffee at the place you normally went to with the boys. Mask it with the idea of learning not to associating them with everything but fate truly had something else in mind when you had received your coffee only to bump into the broad chest of the person who stood behind you. You had forgotten how sweet his voice was, it caught you off guard for a second as he dragged you outside the shop and alerted the others to all crowd around. But what really caught you off guard was the empty feeling that spread across your body freezing each nerve ending with the bitter icy burn of detest.

“________ is that really you?” Jimin’s light voice was the first one to reach your ears as well as his hands as he quickly cupped your face so you would look in his direction.

“Where have you been?” Taehyung gently caressed your shoulder while the skin underneath grew cold.

“We were so worried ‘bout you jagi.” Namjoon released his grip from your wrist so he could bury his nose in you hair and take a large breath, sighing at the familiar sweet smell.

“Yeah! I tried calling you-”

“Cut the shit.”

It was surprising to everyone, yourself too, at the pure cold tone that slipped your lips as you spoke those words. Throwing each hand off your body and even taking the extra measure to shove Namjoon off and step away from him as he reached for you once again.

“J...Jagi what do you mean?” Hoseok’s voice trembled as he reached slowly for your arms.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You snarled once again while smacking his hands away. He flinched at your harsh tone as he had never heard you have such a deep wrathful emotion, much less pointed towards him and the others.

“_____ please let’s just sit down and talk. We’ve been together for 3 years and we've worked things out before so we can do it this time too.” Yoongi gently stepped forward so he could speak to you, but was quickly taken aback by the cold chuckle that left your lips. Causing a shiver to crawl up his spine.

“3 years huh? You know I thought the same thing the first few days. Maybe we could work things out and everything could go back to normal-”

“We can still do that, we can learn from this and grow stronger.” Jungkook swiped your hands into his as hope filled his dark doe eyes. A smile grew on his face as it seemed like you were considering their offer, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand, he was able to get close enough to really get a good look at you. You seemed different than what he remembered but that was given considering all the shit that has gone down in the past month, but he couldn’t help but feel like a schoolboy in love as he looked at you once again.

It was hard to reject their offer, everything in your heart and body wanted you to melt into the arms of your old lovers and bend to their every will but it was the dark crystalline virus that kept your mind apart from your heart. It was almost like an infection, one Jungkook was trying so hard to fight off with his soft touches and words, but he wasn’t the cure. None of them were. And it was because of that, that your body grew cold as the words they whispered on the other side of that door filled your ears once again.

You ripped your hands from Jungkook’s grip, stunning the boy as he stepped back from surprise, and with some unknown force you were able to finally look back at them and muster the coldest, meanest, and detesting glare you could.

“The only thing we can learn from this, is that I can never trust you again.”

“B-but you love us don’t you? You love me. Tell me you love me, us, please.” Jimin panicked and ran his hands through his hair before gripping your wrists tightly.

“Don’t you get it Jimin?” You sneered. His eyes widened at the lack of love and warmth that you usually held or him.

“Get….get what?” His bottom lip trembled and hands began to shake.

“God I swear you’re so oblivious.” If he was shocked before, now he was just downright scared. A sick crushing feeling of guilt clawed its way up his throat as he tried to come up with some excuse. Another sorry excuse.

“_____ what are you saying?” Jin asked trying not to seem uncomfortable with the sudden change in conversation mood.

“What am I saying Seokjin? God you know it must be such a relief to stop having to come up with such shitty excuses all the time, well it must be a relief that I found out so soon. Now you can be with anyone and not have to worry about your girlfriend being all alone at home.”

“No you don’t get to say that. You’re not going to leave this relationship without us talking about it.” Hoseok quickly snapped clearly from fear more than anger.

“I don’t get to leave? Really? I don’t get to leave after I heard you talking shit about me and fucking other girls behind my back? Instead I have to sit down and listen to you make more bullshit excuses that I was too blinded by me love to see through? You all don’t even seem to be remorseful in the slightest bit. You’re not sorry for what you’ve done, you’re sorry for getting caught.” You laughed once again letting the bitter feeling of anger fill your body once again.

“No Jagi please I’m sorry, we’re all sorry, you can’t leave...please, I love you.” Namjoon pleaded and quickly fumbled your hand into his for the last time. They all stood behind him with hopeful and pleading eyes, tears clearly falling from a few. But nothing matters as all you could see was the sinful acts they committed reflect back towards you.

“That’s a tragedy...considering I can no longer love you.”

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