Oh Fuck

9

The two managers left us with instructions on what we should say and what we shouldn't say under any circumstances, advised us to rehearse the happy couple in love very quickly and then left us alone. The press conference would take place in the afternoon, so we should keep a low profile until then.

Yoongi threw himself on the bed with a sigh and closed his eyes. I sat at the table undecided, not knowing what to do. Would it be better to go to my room? We were supposed to be practising how to behave, but he just lay there and ignored me.

I looked at him while I pondered. Why wasn't he talking to me anymore? Earlier he had held my hand and now I seemed to be air to him. He had probably now realized that he had me by the scruff of the neck and was really fucked up about it.

Somehow that made me sad, because I actually liked him a lot, if I didn't have a crush on Jungkook then I could consider myself totally happy about what had happened last night.

Oh yeah, Jungkook... I could probably write him off forever now, if I ever had a chance at all. I shook my head as if to shake him out of my thoughts. How could it have come to this, I hadn't even had a single relationship and now I was married.

And my husband already seemed to want to get rid of me.

Overwhelmed, I rested my head on my arms on the table and dozed off. I actually wanted to go and talk to him, but I was too intimidated by his suddenly dismissive manner. I was beginning to wonder if I had done something wrong.

I could remember a lot of things from last night, at least everything that had happened before we got to Yoongi's room and as much as I thought about it, it wasn't my fault that we were stuck in this marriage. In fact, it could have been blamed on him more, but I don't judge him, the Elvis guy had just talked way too fast and neither of us were fluent in English.

The Twitter post also came from him, so why was he angry with me? Slowly I couldn't take this uncomfortable silence anymore, so I decided to go to my room and take a shower to clear my head. My headache wasn't any better and I felt sick.

Quietly, so as not to disturb Yoongi, I got up and walked to the door.

"Where do you think you're going right now?" he asked me suddenly, which startled me quite a bit as I wasn't expecting him to speak to me again.

"To my room, to shower and change." I replied quietly.

"Hurry up and pack all your things to bring them here. We should probably share a room from now on..." he said and then turned over in bed and closed his eyes again.

I still had my hand on the doorbell and nodded in surrender, not wanting to antagonize him any more and not daring to contradict him.

"Ok hyung, see you in a minute." With that, I walked out of the room with my head down and my shoulders slumped.

In the large living room of the suite, two figures were still lying on the sofa, apparently quite drunk, Jin was sleeping on his back with his mouth open and snoring, while Jongho was lying on his stomach and drooling all over him. Luckily everyone else was gone, I wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone.

In our suite, I walked quietly to the bedroom I shared with Yunho and tried not to wake him up. However, it didn't turn out to be that easy, because even just getting my suitcase out of the wardrobe was noisy, as it got caught on a hanger and when it came loose after a quick tug, I fell backwards onto the floor, the suitcase landing on top of me.

"Yeosang?" sounded tiredly from our bed.

"Sry Yunho, go back to sleep. Don't be surprised if I'm gone later, the manager wants me to change rooms," I warned him and looked briefly in his direction. Was there someone else under the covers?

I didn't really want to think about who it was, because when I remembered last night, it could only be one person.

"Who are you going to?" he wanted to know.

"Yoongi," I replied curtly, before getting up again and starting to throw my clothes into my suitcase.

"It was so obvious that you were with him tonight," came a grinning Jungkook, who had peeled himself out from under the blanket. Great, Jungkook was in my bed while I was in another one... I looked at both of them in horror and got a rueful look from Yunho.

"Why does the manager want you to move in with Yoongi?" he asked, confused.

"Just go on Twitter." I didn't really feel the need to explain everything to the two of them and hurried to pack up my stuff, not even wanting to take a shower because I wanted to get out of this room. I didn't know how much longer I could stand it here without crying.

It was all getting too much for me.

"Holy shit..." Yunho shouted after turning on his cell phone. Jungkook took it from his hand and read it with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Shit. Are you guys stupid? And why is Pabo posting this too?" Jungkook got upset.

"Yeah, that's us then... Have fun, see you later." I replied, annoyed, and left the room in a hurry. I knew that I didn't have the right to be jealous since Jungkook wasn't mine, but I could be pissed off at Yunho since he knew about my feelings.

Back in Yoongi's room, I simply put the suitcase in front of the wardrobe before dropping onto the bed and burying my face in the pillow. Without being able to stop it, the first hot tears ran down my cheeks. I couldn't take any more, my self-control was completely gone.

Nevertheless, I tried to be quiet, I didn't want Yoongi to be disturbed by me any more, but my shoulders shook slightly and so he became aware of my condition and turned to me.

But instead of the expected grumbling or an annoyed sigh, he pulled me close and held me tightly in his arms while he stroked my hair reassuringly.

"Hey kiddo... You'll be fine. We'll manage somehow... we just have to stick together now."