My Muse || Sope

-Thirteen-

Lots of switching POV's in this chapter to make sure to pay attention to whose POV it is!

We had just sat down at a table at a new cafè that had just opened up down the street from my apartment when my phone rang. I ignored it, choosing to pay attention to Hoseok, who hadn't stopped smiling once.

My phone rang two more times before I finally answered, not checking caller ID. On the other end, I could hear loud sobs, recognizably Taehyung's. Always such a damn cockblocker.

"Tae? Tae, why are you crying?" My eyes met Hoseok's as his smile faltered, a look of concern taking over. Hoseok's phone rang in his pocket, and he picked it up, showing me the caller ID: Jungkook. It started to all make sense now. "Tae, what happened with you and Jungkook?"

Hoseok POV

I put my phone up to my ear, immediately hearing soft cries from Jungkook. "Hoseokkkk." His voice was raspy, probably from crying.

"Jungkook, Tae is crying on the phone with Yoongi! What the hell happened?"

His sobs got louder, and his words became increasingly more unintelligible. "Fuck, okay, I'm on my way to your place. Be there in ten." I hung up my phone, meeting eyes once more with Yoongi, who gave me a nod before I planted a soft kiss on his cheek, waving goodbye as I ran to Jungkook's apartment.

Yoongi POV

God, I wanted to rush up to Jungkook and beat the shit out of him right now, but Taehyung continuously told me not to as I held him in my embrace. When I arrived home from the cafè, he was curled up on the couch in a ball, having a hard time breathing from how much crying he was doing. I had wrapped my arms around him instantly and let him cry into my shoulder. I didn't ask him what happened again, I just let him cry. I knew Jungkook had done something since Taehyung was in such distress. I don't know who the hell would hurt someone as sweet as Taehyung.

Hoseok POV

I entered Jungkook's apartment, immediately spotting him in the dark living room, crying. I sighed before walking over to him and sitting down on the couch next to him. He cried in my arms until he was dried out before I began pestering him with questions. "What happened, Kookie?"

He pouted as he avoided eye contact with me. "We were hanging out at his place while you and Yoongi were gone. Everything was f-fine until J-jimin called me. I ignored him, of course, b-but he kept calling. Finally, he gave up and texted me. He said stuff about how he m-misses me and called me babe. Then he said that he missed how I used to fuck him, and I smiled, I guess. I don't know. Anyway, T-Tae saw it all and thinks that because I smiled, I want to fuck Jimin and get back with him and he thinks I'm c-cheating on him and have been for our entire r-relationship."

I frowned at the story before gripping Jungkook's shoulders. "I'm sorry. You know you're one of my closest friends, but I have to be honest. You really fucked up here. Why did you smile?" I flicked his forehead, making him pout more.

"I don't know, okay? All I know is that I miss Taehyung so much. I think I l-love him, Hoseok. I need him." He clutched onto my shirt with a tight grasp as I ran my hands soothingly up and down his spine.

"You need to apologize and beg to get him back. Give him time, first. Yoongi will try and help Taehyung best he can, like I am doing with you. Don't worry, Kookie."

Jungkook gave a small nod before lifting his knees up to his chest. "He didn't even yell at me. He just told me that we were done and he told me to get the hell out." His eyes met mine, tears threatening to fall once again. "What if he doesn't want to get back together with me?"

I sighed while chewing on my bottom lip. I wanted to comfort him, but my lack of experience made it difficult. I finally settled on the most clichè statement, praying that it would help him calm down. "It will all be okay, Kookie. If he truly likes you as much as I think he does, he'll forgive you."

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Yoongi POV

I stormed into the dance studio after spotting Jungkook in there with Hoseok. Jungkook's face was sunken in more than normal, and his eyes were puffy. I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall, despite Hoseok's pleas to let him go. "How dare you fucking hurt Taehyung! Do you know how sensitive he is? He is fragile! You fucking broke him you asshole!"

He didn't even try to fight. He lay limp in my arms as silent tears started to fall from his eyes. Hoseok finally yanked me off of him, causing me to stumble. I stood a few feet away from the other two males, my pulse racing and my fists clenched. I was boiling with rage on the inside, but that rage was extinguished the second I heard Jungkook release a loud sob before slipping with his back down the wall until he sat on the wood floor. His head was on his knees as I watched his shoulders move in rhythm with his sobs.

Hoseok shot me a glare before rubbing a hand up and down Jungkook's back, whispering quiet words of encouragement.

My voice came out weak and shaky. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

Before I could process what was happening, Jungkook tackled me, forcing me to fall to the ground with him on top of me as he repeatedly punched me. I would occassionally feel his tears touch my skin. My body was too weak to fight back. I felt like I deserved this. So, I laid still and let him continue to punch me until Hoseok yanked him off me. The whole situation had flipped from just a few minutes prior.

I turned my head to the side, groaning in pain as I coughed up blood. I could still hear Jungkook's cries from the far end of the studio.

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I don't even know what I'm writing anymore but I'll think of where to go with the plot soon lol