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Traitor

Ch.32

Jimin's P.O.V.

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Today was Saturday. The day of the deal and the callback. Hyungseong was wondering why I was so excited and then told him I couldn't go. He was so confused. He didn't understand. Neither did (F/n), but she was trying to respect my decision. I didn't mean to yell at her like I did when I found out. She was just trying to comfort me, but I'm done. Dancing has caused me nothing, but pain and it was rude of me to blame that all on her. Now our relationship was awkward. We're not that close anymore and Jungkook saw that. Did I even have a right to be jealous anymore? I ruined my bond with Kwon (F/n).

Right now I was walking to the warehouse with a slightly dead expression. Once I enter that building, I have to put on a friendlier face. They can't know that I'm hurting inside because of the callback. We have more important things to focus on. The sound of the truck turning onto the street made me turn my head. Seokjin was driving his car with (F/n) in the passenger seat. By the time I walked onto the same lot of the warehouse, Seokjin was already parking the car. He gave me an excited smile while (F/n) and I barely acknowledged each other. This was going to drive me crazy. How are we supposed to fix what happened though because I'm not dancing again?

Seokjin announced his entrance loudly. Taehyung and Jungkook didn't care, but Hoseok clapped. Yoongi left the room at the same time (F/n) entered. I was following behind them with my hood up and my hands in my pockets. So far, I was doing a bad job trying to act like I was fine. It looked like I was going through a rough break up. That's when the baggy hoodie had to go. Time for fake smiles instead! Namjoon had a calculator and was writing something down on the coffee table. He always made sure to do a second check on the amount of money the other gang owed. The last thing any of us wanted was to be cheated.

"Good, you guys are here." Namjoon looked up from his calculator. "You don't mind staying here, (F/n)?"

"I'm used to it. Don't worry about me." (F/n) waved his concern away. "I'll have fun here."

"It's so sad that you haven't been here for a minute and we're already leaving." Hoseok went to hug the (h/c) girl. She only giggled as he tried to comfort her on something she didn't mind too much. "It's also getting night."

"You guys always leave me alone during deals." (F/n) patted Hoseok's head as if he was a dog. "I'll be safe."

"We'll be back before you know it." Seokjin grinned as Taehyung zipped up his bag of spray paint.

When Namjoon first saw Taehyung's start of the mural, he tried not to upset the artist. He wasn't mad at all. He just didn't appreciate Taehyung's artistic vision of him. For some reason our leader was taller than the current members on the wall. Namjoon was taller than us, but he was at least a reasonable size. Taehyung was literally making him tower over us with a creepy smile. It was supposed to be a friendly smile, but the paint started to drip down. Now Yoongi complains about seeing that terrifying image at night. Letting Taehyung paint in the warehouse might have been a big mistake. Especially since he made me short and my fingers were like tiny stubs. He's lucky he hasn't done Yoongi yet.

Hoseok viewed himself in the unfinished mural. The silver hair was barely starting Hoseok's face and the red hair was already disliking it. As they complained, Taehyung cleaned his hands and walked over to Namjoon. Jungkook was bringing the ear pieces. We had to buy a new pair since our leader somehow broke them all. That's why Taehyung didn't hear us when there were cops. The pink hair lifted his head up once he finished counting the appropriate amount. (F/n) went over to hesitantly sit down on the rusty chair. Hopefully I had improved on my happy face. No one was questioning me, so I figured I was okay.