a/n: t/w: vulgar language, sensitive subjects(mental illness, suicide, eating disorders, body dysmorphia, depression, alcoholism, etc."
"Y-Y/N!" Jimin gasps, turning towards you and waving his hands around in dismissal.
"How much did you hear?" Yoongi asks, rubbing a hand over his face.
"I don't know... the past minute I guess? I'm just surprised it took you this long to figure out that I know."
"Wait, so you know what we were talking about?" Hoseok asks, like it isn't clear.
"Yes, you fucking prick! I know you've been cheating on me for the past year! I know you've been fucking my best friend!"
"Woah, no need to shout, Y/N," Namjoon scolds, holding his hands up defensively.
"You're kidding, right?" You laugh, shaking your head.
"No. You need to calm down," Jungkook steps towards you, motioning for you to take a deep breath.
You look at him in utter anger. He takes a few steps back.
"I'm not going to calm down. I'm angry!" You yell, grabbing at your hair, trying to calm down as angry tears surface in your eyes. "You all make me angry!"
"Why? You deserve what you got!" Seokjin shouts back, getting all up in your face.
"Oh, no, don't be getting all up in my face," you yell back. "And what the hell does that mean? I deserved to be cheated on?"
"Yeah, you stone cold bitch!" Taehyung grunts, pulling Seokjin back.
"Oh, I know you're not getting mad when you're the ones who fucked up," you chuckle, stepping towards your boyfriends.
"Oh, yeah? How did we fuck up?" Jimin laughs, looking around nervously.
"You lost me."
They go silent.
"Wait-" Hoseok gawks, stepping towards you.
"No. I'm tired of waiting! I gave you some of the best years of life! I cared for each of you, I helped you when times were hard, I dried your tears, I did everything in my power to help you progress as human beings, only for you to turn out to be the biggest assholes on earth!"
"I know you're not calling us assholes when you were the biggest bitch!" Namjoon says, pointing at you.
"Oh yeah? I was the biggest bitch? Tell me how?"
"You only cared about yourself when you helped us! You wanted to look good in front of other people, you wanted to benefit, you needed praise and pity!" Taehyung speaks, almost matter-of-factly.
"Oh yeah? Well then why did I stay when you were suicidal, Yoongi? Why did I stay when you wouldn't eat or had body dysmorphia, Jimin? Why did I stay when you spent all your money on alcohol, Seokjin? Why did I stay when you had an anxiety attack every other minute, Taehyung? Why did I stay when you were hospitalized for your suicide attempt, Namjoon? Why did I stay when you were popping pills, Hoseok? Why did I stay when you were bulimic, Jungkook? I didn't tell a soul about your downfalls! Did I tell your parents? Did I tell ARMY? No! I kept that shit to myself and helped each of you through it. Because I'm a good person! So tell me, what more could I have done?"
They're silent.
"All for you to go and fuck my best friend! My best friend!"
"Well you know what, Y/N?" Seokjin steps up to you again, and you take a step closer to him. You may be close in stature, but you're so close you have to look up to look him in the eye. "It was the best damn sex I've ever had. Who knew your best friend had a better pussy than you?"
That's when you snap.
Slap!
As your fist makes contact with his mouth, there's a loud slapping sound.
He holds his mouth with his left hand, stumbling back and catching himself on the back of the couch.
You breathe ruggedly as you stare in complete rage, adrenaline pumping through your veins.
Seokjin takes his hand away from his mouth. Blood dribbles out of his mouth and down his chin as he stands up fully.
"I'm leaving."
You walk away from the group that stare at you in shock.
You walk into Seokjin's room and grab a backpack out of his closet. You then walk to Jimin's room, grabbing undergarments out of the bottom drawer of his dresser. You venture through everyone else's rooms, taking and leaving things that you need and don't.
As you walk out of the Yoongi's room, you glare at each man. "Don't ever talk to me again. Don't try calling me, don't text me, unfollow me on everything, and never contact me again. Tell Catherine to do the same."
You look around and make sure you don't need anything else, then look yourself over. You see the promise ring on your left ring finger. You slide it off and look at it one more time before hurling it at Namjoon, the ring hitting him in the chest before hitting the floor with a metallic thud.
"Fuck each and every one of you. I hope the worst for each of you."
Turning around and exiting through the front door, you don't turn around to get one last glance, just hold your middle finger up high. After you've exited, the door slams closed behind you.
"Fuck those guys."
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"What did I say, Y/N?"
"They're all bad news," you say at the same time as your father. He looks towards your mom.
"I admit, I was wrong," she nods solemnly. "I really liked them all. But I knew Catherine was a bitch. It's been clear to me since you met her in high school.
"Ugh, I just have terrible judgement. God, I would do anything to go back and just never meet any of them. I would have never sat next to the only other girl in Psych 1. I never would have gone to that concert. I would do anything to-"
"No, Y/N, no bargaining. You're going through the stages of grief," your father explains, shaking his head while your mother tsk's.
"You were in denial for so long, but then you were angry, were you not?" Your mother recalls.
You nod while taking a sip of wine.
"Well, now your bargaining," she points out.
"And you know what's next?" Your father asks.
You know.
"Depression."
"But you know what," you speak, shaking your head, "I'm not going to be sad. I'm not going to get depressed about it. Cause they lost me. Not the other way around."
"Are you sure?"
"I... I think so."
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are you sure???
~kam
