"No, I don't have it ready. No, it's done, it's just that it's not edited." You roll your eyes as you speak to your employer. "Look, I've been going through a lot of shit. Can you cut me some slack please? Have I ever given you anything late? No. So calm down. I'll have it in by tomorrow."
You press the button to end the call, taking the phone away from your ear.
As you put your groceries in your car, you sigh.
It's been over a month. A month since you gave up on who you thought to be the loves of your life.
Honestly, you think you've been pretty strong throughout all of it. You haven't cried, have distracted yourself with work, haven't even really thought about what they're up to.
But of course your mind wanders.
You picture them in the studio, all exhausted and wanting to go home so they can eat your home cooked meals. You picture them curled up on the couch or on the floor, all having fallen asleep in the middle of the movie you had been watching.
But then you picture their hands on her. On who you thought was your best friend. You picture them holding her close, treating her as they used to treat you.
"Fuck..." you curse, punching the soft carpet that lines the trunk of your car.
Turning around to go and wheel your cart back to the cart return, you stop in your tracks, heart stopping as your eyes fall upon them.
Jungkook and Jimin walk along the sidewalk, Catherine strutting between them, each of her hands holding the man's beside her.
They seem so... happy.
And maybe, this is what would trigger it. The depression stage.
Tears spring to your eyes as you watch them, each so smiley, walk into the store you were just in.
A sad smile makes its way onto your face.
"Oh."
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"Y/N? You're home- why're your crying?" Your father asks as you round the corner to set the groceries down on the counter.
He immediately begins to worry as you begin to sob. "What happened?"
"J-Jungkook and J-Jimin- they- they were out and with Catherine, and they-" you can't even manage a full sentence, your shaky legs barely holding you up.
"Hey, hey, it's okay, just breathe," your father tries to soothe, but the damage is already done. "Y/N, you are too good for this. You're too good of a person to have this happen to you. I'm so sorry, you didn't deserve this. But you can't let them win."
"Don't let them win? It feels like they've won my entire world and more! How do I get that back! They crushed me!"
He sighs, just holding you close.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N."
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Knock, Knock.
The dorm door opens, Hoseok's jaw dropping.
"I just need to know why."
"Y/N?"
He stares at you, his heart breaking. You look like you haven't slept in days, like your glassy eyes only know tears, like your trembling hands haven't stopped shaking in your entire life.
You can't even look him in the eyes.
"Please, Hoseok, just tell me why. Why'd you do it? Why'd you cheat. Why'd you choose to crush me, to shatter my heart. Why'd any of you do it?"
"Because Y/N. We were bored."
"Oh."
You stand in the hallways, trembling, holding yourself as you sob.
He hesitates as he steps forward, his arms encompassing your fragile body. You sob into his chest, clutching his shirt in both your hands. Your face finds the crook of his neck, and he sets his chin atop your head.
"Hoseok, who's at the d-" you hear Jin's sentence stop midway through.
You feel anger bubble up in your chest and in your throat, but all you can do is cry.
Your hands release his silk shirt, softly punching his chest. Then they're not so soft.
"Y/N?" Jin asks, circling you and Hoseok, watching as your mini punches turn into full fledged ones, you pounding on his chest.
"Why, why, why?!" You cry, Hoseok holding you closer to him, no matter how hard you hit him. "There were so many ways to have handled the situation! I loved you! And you- you-!"
"Y/N, calm down, sweetheart," Jin shushes, running a soothing hand down your back.
Hoseok slowly releases you, but you just end up collapsing onto the floor, knees curling into your chest.
"Y/N?" Jimin asks, standing over you.
"Why?"
"Girl, get off the ground. Have some dignity." You hear a female voice snap, and you look up, Catherine leering over you.
"You're one to talk," you gripe, "I wouldn't say dignity is what you have after stealing another woman's boyfriends."
You push yourself off the ground, looking into Catherine's eyes with a certain ferocity.
"At least they want me. They got bored of you, can't say the same for me," she sneers, looking you up and down once.
"I'm sure that if they got bored of someone that loved them, they'll get over the whore that stole them."
Slap.
Everyone standing in the hallway gasps.
You turn your head to look at the woman standing opposite you, the stinging handprint on your cheek fueling your anger.
When you smile, it shows your split lip.
You wipe the blood away, looking at it on your finger before wiping it on your black hoodie.
"Thank you. Genuinely," you grin, looking at your ex's and ex best friend.
"You should leave-" Catherine huffs, clearly frustrated.
"Maybe," you shrug. "Well, when they cheat on you because they're 'bored' and you want someone to cry to, someone who understands, just know that I won't be the one. Goodbye."
Catherine just rolls her eyes and walks into the dorm, not giving you a second glance.
But the guys do.
They always do.
And maybe, they're beginning to realize it now.
You have every right to be mad, to be sad.
And maybe they're realizing that cheating on you will be the biggest regret of their lives.
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i'll be trying to get tickets to permission to dance on stage in la! please wish me luck! ♡
~kam
