Back in Busan, back in my apartment, I stare out my window, the rain battering it. Ever since we left Cali, Yoongi and Jungkook have both avoided me. Yoongs because I told him to, Kookie because he's still upset at me.
My phone vibrates, it's Namjoon asking if I am okay. Even threatening me again. He blames it on Yoongi. I blame it on myself AND Suga. Jungkook just doesn't get it. It's been about a month now. And worldwide famous BTS only appears together on stage.
No ARMY would ever suspect that the perfect lives of our K-pop group would have issues. So in the way of our fans, and the rumors that may bloom, we perform still on occasion. To keep everyone satisfied if it means at the cost of ourselves. A happiness sacrifice really.
I look at my phone again, and Joon says he's coming over if I don't answer him back. Let him come. (It's not like you could stop him. You couldn't even stop yourself). A tear works its way down my cheek, as I lean against the glass.
Ten minutes later my phone buzzes again, and I pick it up absently. It's Rm again. Saying he's leaving his house right now. (You did it NOW didn't you. . .) I press a wrist to my forehead as I stand uneasily to my feet. Feeling nauseous.
I walk from my room and try to not remember living here with Kook. The couch we made-out numerous times on, the kitchen we cooked in on Thanksgiving. The bathroom where we dyed my hair, and did other things. He never hurt me.
(so. . . why did I hurt HIM?) I feel absolutely miserable, walking through my memories of us. I fall into the couch, not soon after my doorbell ringing through my apartment. Prying myself from my melty state I get up, unlocking the door lazily.
"What the--" I start at the person who stands on the other side. (Not who I thought). "I brought pizza." Jungkook says quietly, gesturing with a large pizza box at me. "Gonna let me in?" he asks with a small smirk. Making my heart beat after so long it hasn't.
I only move out of the way, closing the door once he's in, sinking back against it. "W-what are you doing here? Namjoon was supposed to be coming." Kookie smiles while flipping open the box after setting it on my coffee table.
"I hijacked his phone. Joon is actually sleeping on his couch while snoring." he chuckles. My heart clenches furiously in my chest, and I sink to my knees in front of the door. (Don't die Jimin). "Jungkook. . ." i sigh shakily, starting to cry like a big baby I am. "I am SO s-sorry."
Jungkook nods. "I know you are. And it wasn't your fault. . ." he says, making me cry harder. He stands up and walks over to me, taking me into his arms and hugging me tight. He pulls back to look at me. "Jiminie. . ." he whispers, making me look at him.
Jungkook nods. "I know you are. And it wasn't your fault. . ." he says, making me cry harder. He stands up and walks over to me, taking me into his arms and hugging me tight. He pulls back to look at me. "Jiminie. . ." he whispers, making me look at him. "I forgive you."
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"I didn't realize. . . that it was gum." - Jimin