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.Zaina.

I got out of the shower, mad as a mf. No, because Namjoon got me fucked up. I trusted him enough to fucking kiss him and even last night- I almost gagged. I can't believe I almost gave my all to this man and he still... I just had to sigh.

I changed into a hoodie and sweats, not wanting to feel like a bad bitch today. I wanna feel like a sad bitch. I wet my hair and put it into a low bun and put a hat on top. I put a mask over my mouth and grabbed my phone and AirPods, tucking them into my ears and grabbing my phone and wallet. I took out my slides from my suitcase before tossing them on the floor and slipping them on.

I grabbed the hotel key and went to leave the room. I need to get some fresh air or something to eat, just somn else to do other than sit here and steam.

I opened the door and stepped out. I was closing the door when someone suddenly linked their arm around mine.

"Going somewhere?" Yoongi asked as Hoseok held my arm.

"I'm sure Namjoon sent y'all to do this but can you guys leave me alone today?" I pulled my arm out of his, stepping away. "No hard feelings, but not today." I started to walk down the hall.

"We'll go too. We'll be quiet." Hoseok smiled, jogging to catch up with me.

"Dude. I wanna be alone. Please respect that." I spoke with a little more bitterness to my tone, making Hoseoks smile drop a little. I sighed and turned back around, pressing the button to wait for the elevator. The second it opened, I was forcefully turned around by the person leaving the elevator, that person being Minseong. He held my shoulder as he guided me back down the hall, passing the wide eyes of Hoseok and Yoongi. He walked me up to a room, sticking his key in and motioning me to go into the room. He closed the door behind me once I entered.

"Talk! Like fucking adults!" His muffled voice snapped behind the door. I turned around to see Namjoon standing there, trying to avoid awkward eye contact with me. I sighed, leaning on the wall beside the door since I know that Minseong was waiting outside and wouldn't let me leave.

"I-I'm sorry about this morning... but there's absolutely nothing going on. No secret relationship or wife or anything like that." He ran a hand through his hair as if he was fuckin stressed.

"Then who was you talking to this morning? What, you got a second side too-"

"Zaina." He quickly walked over to me, holding my hands. "Please listen."

"Talk then." I pulled my hands away to cross my arms.

"There's nothing like that going on. There never would be. I'd never purposely break your trust like that, you know me better than that."

"Yeah, I thought I did." I rolled my eyes.

"Zaina..." He sighed.

"Who we're you on the phone with?"

"Minseong." He blurted out. I stared at him, shocked. Is he fucking serious?

"Why didn't you just say that to begin with?" I furrowed my brows, now even more mad that he drew this out which made me even more convinced that he was trying to hide something.

"I'm sorry, I know I should have-"

"Joon-ahhh~" Jin sung as the door opened, he and Jimin strutting in with a box, pausing when seeing me standing there, still annoyed.

"Zaina.. hi." Jimin smiled. I sighed and turned around to leave the room out of embarrassment. I felt like crying and screaming and throwing up, in that order. A man should never make me feel this way. Just as I reached the closing door, Taehyung and Jungkook walked in together.