The Affair

chapter 5

I recommend listening to lie during this chapter.
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Jungkook
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I pick up my wrinkly clothes from the floor. Damn it! Why did I do that? Why the fuck did I cheat?

"Jungkook, calm down," Jimin gets off my bed, tears in his eyes, his small, disgusting hands reaching out to me. His neck marked many times by me.

"Don't fucking touch me," I breath heavily. The tears in his eyes make me have tears in mine. The hurt on his face made all the guilt that's been hidden away, hit me like a train. His shaky voice replays in my head, over and over again. I caused him to be like that. "Get out."

"No, we have to talk about this situation," Jimin's voice breaking apart. He was part of this mess. He also caused it. I don't want to see him anymore. Not after what just happened. We promised we wouldn't do this again, and look where we're at. "W-we have to t-talk to Tae together."

"Get. Out. Jimin," my teeth bare down on each other, the force hurting my jaw but that's the last thing I worry about.

"But.." my anger cutting him off.

"JIMIN, GET OUT OF MY DAMN HOUSE!" I shout throwing my phone against the wall. His tears begin to fall down his face as he grabs his things and leaves the room, his head dropped down low.

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? I tug on my hair. I fucked things up, and I don't know how to fix it. What do I do? My breathing increases, my chest rising quicker after each exhale. I open my mouth to help breathe better but it doesn't. I just cheated on the love of my life with our best friend. I rub my face many times, trying to get rid of the streams of water falling out. I broke his heart and mine.

My knees can't take this pain anymore. I fall to the ground not caring about anything, I begin to cry, and cry, and cry.

Please, Taehyung. I pray, at least know that I do love you.

Taehyung
"He-he..," my heart clenches harder when I think of him. I can't even say his name without wanting to sob. He did something so unexpected and unwanted. Something I never thought I would have to worry about.

"Shhh, take a deep breathe, Taehyung," Suga rubs my back, consoling me. He's like an older brother to me; a figure I can look up to. The only person I have. "Who is 'he'? Jungkook?"

"Y-y-yes," my face is probably all wet and red. I look and feel like shit. I can't go back. I can't bare to look at their faces.

"What did he do?" Yoongi is already pissed off a bit because his eyes laced with concern. "Did he hurt you?"

I nod slowly, the tears never stopping.

"No one lays a hand on my Taehyung," his fists clench, ready to get up and leave. I pull him down by his arm before he could do anything, even though I was really tempted to just let him leave.

"Not physically, Yoongi," I look deep into his dark eyes. A deep frown taking over my raw face. His eyes growing softer. "He.."

I look down at my hands, trying to keep myself together to tell him the news.

"I-I was on my way home and I picked up some movies and food for m-me and Jungkook," I whisper. His eyes burning at the top of my head. My voice shaking so much, I was surprised he could hear what I was saying. "I walked i-into our home and realized no one was downstairs so I thought 'hey, why don't I surprise him', y-you know. I quietly walked up the stairs and towards our r-room.."

My voice cracks, the flashback replaying over and over in my mind.

"Right b-before I was gonna scare him..." I cut myself off with a sob I couldn't hold back anymore. "I heard— I heard him and somebody else m-m-moaning."

I cry into my hands even more. I'm such a cry baby, I hate that about myself, but in this situation, I deserve to be able to cry, and scream, and mourn. "So I-I walked i-in and— and there h-h-he was h-having sex w-with s-somebody else."

"That fucking bastard.." he spits. Anger I've never seen before on him. It doesn't fit his face. "I'm gonna kill him and that skank."

"Yoongi.." I have to tell him. I have to tell him who it was with. I would want to know.

"You stay here, I'll be bac—"

"YOONGI!"

"WHAT?!" He screams back just as frustrated.

"The skank.." I don't want to do this. I really don't. Yoongi loves Jimin. Since the very beginning, he's always liked him in more than just a friendly way. And now, something was finally forming; he finally asked him out. Jimin ruined that, and I have to be the one to tell him.

"What about him?" Disgust is the word I would use to describe him at this moment.

"It was Jimin," I say just above a whisper, but he heard it clearly. He drops his arms to his side. He looks down at me on the floor, his eyes soften again.

"What?" His voice cracks. I internally grimace. "No, no he wouldn't."

I stay quiet. He mutters to himself, disbelief laced in his voice. His movements come to a halt; I look up at him. He doesn't cry, he doesn't shout, he stays still. Completely still.

"It wasn't gonna work out anyways," I'm taken back by his monotone voice. No emotion shows on his face but his eyes exposes everything. He's hurt.

"It's just you and me now," I try to smile to make him feel better, maybe even myself too. Ha, funny, both Daegu boys played by the Busan men.

"Come on, Tae, lets clean up and go upstairs then watch some movies," Yoongi picks up the tissues surrounding us, obviously avoiding my eyes. I don't say anything and pick myself off the ground, weakly. After everything is cleaned up, we get ready to go up, but before we do, I stop Yoongi. I give him a big hug.

"You didn't deserve this.." I whisper in his ear, my arms around his neck bringing him as close as possible to comfort him. I feel his hands move against my back, hugging me back.

Yoongi
After hearing that, I hug Taehyung tightly one single tear falling from my eye, but nothing more.

I thought we were doing good. I thought he loved me back. I thought we had something.

But I guess, it was all a lie.

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Sorry I haven't updated in soooo long. Have a good day:))

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