AT YOUR SERVICE

32. Coming Clean

Jungkook's POV

It's been a whole week since she left me. I swear, I feel like I can't breathe when I see her or hear her voice. We haven't spoken and it'd be dumb to think she's avoiding me, I know she's not. I know how busy her schedule is and to be frank, so is mine. After our last break, we've barely had any down time aside from travel days. Everyone has been super busy. Y/N has been going back and forth from her job to playing makeup artist and stylist since one of the girls had unexpectedly quit. They tried to find someone on short notice but it was difficult finding someone we could communicate with. She volunteered to help out at least until we got back to Asia but I could see, even from afar, how stressed she was with everything going on. So for now, the only times I see her are when she's styling Jimin. Because, of course, it had to be Jimin's stylist that quit.

It made my blood boil in anger when I saw her chuckling at something he said. The look in her eyes when she spoke to him, it was how she used to look at me. It made me so jealous to see them so close again. Part of me didn't want to think he was the reason she left me but when I saw them this way, I just couldn't help it. It didn't help that they seemed to be spending a lot of time outside of work together, too. Nevermind that Jimin's schedule was just as packed as ours but when it came to her, he always found time to at least have a meal together. I needed to talk to her but I just didn't know how to ask her without things being awkward and just feeling forced. She hadn't tried to initiate a conversation since we broke up, not a single text or call and quite frankly, neither had I. She left so if she wanted to fix things, she could come to me. I just don't know how much longer I could hold out. I missed her so damn much. It was killing me having her so close but yet so far away.

After our rehearsals, I went down to the styling room to do some outfit checks with the noona's and I saw her come in, bubbly disposition, looking so pleased and happy with herself. It almost made me angry at how happy she looked while I was drowning in my own feelings and trying so hard to keep myself from breaking down every time I saw her. I almost wanted to hate her for not feeling the same way. But it's Y/N, my Y/N and no matter how hard I wanted to, I couldn't hate her. I loved her too much.

"Jimin! It looks like the company found a stylist for you!" she beamed at him. I was on the other side of the room drinking water when everyone else came in.

"Seriously? So that means I won't work with you anymore?" he pouted. Of course he did.

"I'm still gonna be around, shut up. I need space. You're too much work. I have other things to do too, you know?" she playfully snapped at him. I remember her playing like that with me and it made the knot in my stomach burn with jealousy again.

"But...I don't want another stylist noona. I want you to be my noona." pouts again. Stupid.

"First of all, we're the same age."

"You're older by five months. Technically, you're my noona."

"Can you shut up? Anyway. Her name is Sophia. She's starting tomorrow. Be nice. Stop running people off." she glares.

"I didn't–."

"Stop talking before I run off too." She cuts him off.

"You're so annoying." says Jimin and Y/N rolls her eyes at him.

"Whatever. I'm leaving. I have stuff to do. I just wanted to tell you but you killed my mood. Thanks."

"Anytime, princess." he winks and smirks at her.

"Ew. Goodbye." She rolls her eyes at him and turns to leave. Her tone may have been that of annoyance but her face told a different story.

How could she be so carefree while I was doing everything I could to keep myself from falling apart? Did she not care that we broke up? Did she not love me anymore? How could she go around and talk to Jimin as if the both of them hadn't just been at each other's throats a couple of weeks ago? She couldn't stand even hearing his name and now, all of a sudden, they're chatting it up as if they were the best of friends. I just don't understand what's happening.