Our dark fated love | jungkook ff

Semi- Final | 17

I decide to shrug it off.
The rain falls onto the ground outside, the windows open ajar in the Dance studio so we can hear it clearly, drops of it racing down the windows.
We sit and talk for hours, some performing dances, some sitting in different parts of the room on their phone or talking.
I sit in a small circle with Namjoon, Jin, Jimin and Jungkook. My mind filled with thoughts, my stomach feeling like it's upside down. I gaze over the room until my eyes fix onto Suga who's laying on the table with his hand over his face, his left knee in the air, preferably drifting to sleep.

I stand up and wander over to him.
"Yoongi."
He hesitantly takes his hand from his face, peering one eye at me.
"Can we go talk."
He sits up and ruffles his hair.
I stand slightly to the side as he stands up and he faintly smiles before I walk with him out the door shutting it behind us.
"What's wrong?"
He asks as I lean against the wall, him infront of me.
"How are you feeling."
I take a short but deep breath.
"I'm okay y/n but what's wrong?"
He looks into my eyes and I hesitantly look past him into the lounge.
"Want a drink?"
I walk to go to the kitchen but he pulls my wrist back.
"Stop changing the subject."
He pierces his eyes through mine, making my heart beat speed up.
"Me...uh-i..no-"
He rests his hands onto my shoulders as I fiddle with my thumbs. What's wrong with me? I haven't felt like this in- forever.
"You can tell me anything y/n I've always been here for you."
I take a deep breath this time, looking down at the floor then back at him.
"Me and Jungkook..- We like each other.. and um-"
His hands slip from my shoulders, his eyes looking away. My heart feels as if someone has reached into my chest and snapped it in half.
"S-Suga.. I-"
He closes his eyes and turns his head to mine before opening them again.
"It's whatever y/n."
His tone is cold but slightly hurt. My eyes sadden as he walks past me, into the dance studio. My arms reach out the grab him but I'm too late.
After a few minutes I walk to the dance studio, regaining my breath before walking in but as I move to twist the door handle the door swings open revealing Jimin, the others behind him. They all stare at me, their expressions dead.
I smile at them and they just walk past me not even making eye contact anymore.
I try to reach Suga but he walked out so fast.

The front door slamming shut makes me collapse onto my knees. What have I done!? A pair of hands are placed on my shoulders, pulling me into a hug, my arms tiredly hugging them back.
"You told Suga about us didn't you."
I nod slowly in his chest, the familiar voice had come from Jungkook. My grip now tightens on his t-shirt as tears stream down my face.
"I hate seeing you upset y/n."
I squint my eyes, my body short of breath.
"What did I do!.. I-I don't understand!"
My voice wobbles, my throats sore from crying.
I pour out to Jungkook, my sobs loud instead of quiet now making his grip tighten on my body, I know he doesn't like it when I cry but I don't understand why they are all angry...at me.

I eventually calm down, rubbing my nose. He wipes around the tears from my face with his thumb, pulling a small smile at me as he looks into my eyes.
"He came in and told the others."
I cough, pushing my hair behind my ears.
"Why-why did they get mad."
I sniffle as I fiddle with the ripped parts in my jeans.
"They like you y/n, we all did.."
I look into his eyes, he's not lying. I cover my face with both of my hands.
"How is that possible to have 7 guys fancy you at once."
He chuckles slightly making me do the same.
"Guess I was the luckiest then."
I put my hand down to my sides and weakly smile as him. He pulls me into a hug as we stand up.
"Yes. Yes you are."
He pulls away, placing his thumb on my forehead.
"What are you-"
I giggle but he cuts me off.
"Do you count."
I look at him confused as he doesn't take his hand away from my face.
"Do you count the time of which I changed."