His sister.

It's over.

The next day I woke up to a blown up phone with calls and messages. I looked at it and saw multiple messages from everyone. I decided to open ine from Jimin.

"Emily this better not be true." He wrote and there was a link to it.

I pressed on the link. It directed me to an article that had a photo of me and the guy at the bar.

"He left for tour while she is having fun with different guys"   It said this and other hateful comments.

"Shit." I said.

I looked at every message except frm Taehyung's . I was afraid of what I was about to see.

"Tell me this isn't you."

"It must be photoshoped."

"Did you go out last night?"

"Why aren't you answering." 

"Please tell me this isn't you."

"Are you still asleep?"

"Omg I swear to god you're killing me Emily."

"Please pick up."

"I guess it was you."

"Please I need you to explain this."

"Please you're hurting me."

"I'm worried."

"Please pick up."

"I hope you're not avoiding me."

"Please let it not be you"

"We need to talk"

I had several missed calls from everyone but most of them were from Taehyung. I was looking at my screen as a tear escaped my eyes.

He called me again but I didn't answer. I didn't have the courage to do that.

He called me several times but I was too selfish to pick it up.

Lizzy eventually left after she woke up and I proceeded to clean the house when I heard the door swing open.

I saw all of the boys entering my apartment.