Attention Lover

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Sexual assault/rape trigger warning

(Jimin's POV)

When we got home the first thing I noticed was all the heels by the front door.

"She's really made herself comfortable." Yoongi spoke, noticing the same thing. "How long is she staying?" He asked and I shrugged before stepping further into the house. Hoseok came down the stairs just as Jin closed the door. Hoseok's hair was pinned back and his face was unrecognizable. "What the hell is on your face? Is that supposed to be makeup?" Yoongi laughed as Hoseok who was holding what I could only assume were makeup remover wipes, tried scrubbing his face.

"Josephine has been using me as her dummy all day." Hoseok groaned.

"You're too nice, just tell her to fuck off." Yoongi replied, looking closer at Hoseok's face.

"I would but- oh Namjoon is home by the way." He seemed to suddenly remember. Jin was suddenly much more alert.

(Jin's POV)

The way up the stairs made me feel as though I was in a horror movie. There was so much suspense of the unknown. I didn't know what would happen when I saw him, our last two interactions were awful. I was angry and sad and hurt but still, all I wanted to do was see him. I'm just not sure if he wanted to see me.

My hand rested on the door knob to his room. I didn't have the energy to fight again, i didn't have the heart to. I was already emotionally drained. I debated just going back to my own room.

Maybe there's no point if everything is just going to go south again. Maybe I had to wait for him to come around himself. I don't know if I'm even ready to forgive him, he had yelled at me, and accused me of caring about San more. He almost gave me an ultimatum and when I talked to him for the second time, it was only worse.

Just as I removed my hand from the handle, the door opened.

Namjoon seemed shocked to see me standing right there and I froze out of surprise. He must've just showered because his hair was damp and sticking to his forehead. He was in a white t-shirt and black sweats, indicating he probably just changed.

"Um, I just- I was on the way to my room, sorry. I'll be going now." I stuttered. I hated how awkward this felt, and I hated how I felt like I should leave. I said I would but despite that, my feet stayed planted here. I hate this.

"I hate this." Namjoon spoke after the extended silence. He seemed to be debating something in his mind before he gave up and pulled me into his arms. "I'm sorry." He breathed out, his arms wrapped around me. I could tell he didn't know whether or not I was going to hug him back. I thought I was emotionally drained but suddenly everything came back up as I heard the guilt lining his voice. I closed my eyes hard to force back the tears and tried not to cry as I clung on to him. "I'm really really sorry." I felt his face rest on the top of my head and I heard a crack in his voice.

"Where were you?" I asked in barely a whisper before pulling away from him. "And why did you yell at me like that?" My voice got louder as I hit him on the chest, choking on my words. "Why didn't you come home?" The irony was that I was almost yelling at this point. Ugly fat tears rolled down my face, as I couldn't hold it back anymore. "We promised each other we wouldn't leave when we were angry, and you left! You l-left-" I hit his chest again, my hand shaking.

"Jin I-" Namjoon bit back his words as I tried to push him but he held my wrists. "I'm sorry, I was angry and I was scared, I should've never put that on you." His own watery eyes reflected mine. "I never should've yelled at you, I'm so so sorry baby."