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二十一

I was sitting on our bed, frantically playing with my fingers. My phone was set in front of me, and every time I heard a noise, I jumped.

I heard the door click open and I bolted towards it. I saw Jungkook, out of breath, holding the doorknob.

"Baby, where were you?" I asked. He smiled and hanged his jacket, before approaching me to kiss my lips.

"I was busy, I'm so, so, so sorry, Tae,"

I bit my lip and looked at the time.

9:42 PM

We didn't go to the park.

"Why didn't you reply to my messages? I was so scared~"

It was already dark outside, I had really thought something bad happened to Jungkook.

Jungkook hugged me tightly. I didn't feel any romance in that hug, it wasn't like a kiss, he simply hugged me.

I felt the comfort in his hug and I hugged back.

Jungkook let go of me and ran his fingers through his hair. He walked by me and went to our room, looking exhausted.

I pursed my lips and entered our room to see Jungkook had already fallen asleep on the bed.

I smiled and walked over to him, kissing his forehead. "Jungkook~ You need to change into your pajamas," I whispered.

"Mm~ Not yet, Yoongi~" he whimpered in his sleep, turning around.

I froze.

"Who's Yoongi?" I asked. Jungkook didn't respond. I looked over to him and he was still asleep.

Was Yoongi that resemblant to Taehyung? Have I misheard him?

I bit my lip and turned around to lay in the other side of the bed.

I hardly slept.

Time ticked quickly yet slowly, and before I knew it, it was 1 AM.

I stared at the wall. I trusted Jungkook, and he trusted me. Would he really cheat on me? I doubted that. Jungkook would never do that to anyone, especially to me.

Then why did he mutter Yoongi's name? I didn't even know who he was. I didn't want to know.

If Jungkook preferred him over me, he must be so perfect for him. He was probably cuter than me.

Did Jungkook really like me?

I ran my fingers through my hair, biting my lip.

Jungkook is probably just dating me out of pity. Out of pity because Jimin is dying.

Because he knows I have nobody to love anymore. But he made me fall in love with him.

I shouldn't have done so. After all the times he beat me up, all the times he called me names, threw me, broke me.

I made a mistake. A huge mistake.

I looked over to him. He was sleeping soundly, fingers gripping his pillow. Soft breaths escaped his cute, pink lips.

I looked at his hand before holding it and lacing our fingers together. The fact he didn't hold back reminded me of... Of something. Of Jimin.

I watched as he slowly held my hand back. The grip felt alive, it felt warm.

I knew he loved me. I knew he wasn't like before. He had changed... for me.

Yet, I still didn't know where he was going. Who he was talking to. Who he abandoned me for.

I slowly approached my face to his hand to leave a small kiss on it before leaving the bed and putting on my coat.

I slowly opened the door, making sure not to wake up anyone. As soon as the door closed, I ran towards the elevator.

The curfew had set and we were not allowed to leave past it. But I couldn't hold myself back, I had to go there.

I left the building and ran towards the street I was too familiar with.

I walked when I arrived to the area, trying to calm down after what I had done. What if I got caught?

I arrived to Jin's house.

I stood in front of the door, thinking if it was acceptable to come at such an hour.

I rang the doorbell and winced at the sound. What if Jin got mad?

I shouldn't have come at such an unholy time in the night. Maybe I should have waited until morning?

The door clicked open.

Jin was wearing what seemed like nothing except for a bathrobe. A little bit of his chest showed, which made me blush.

"Taehyung..? What are you doing here? It's 1 AM,"

I gulped.

I didn't want to seem I came here only to vent, especially at 1 AM. I needed Jin's advice, I needed his help.

I should be honest and spontaneous. Jin probably didn't want me here.

But under his worried and tired eyes, I could see his happiness, somehow.

I had to tell him, I didn't want to waste his time. He took care of me for long enough, it was time for me to leave, like a bird leaving the nest. It was as if he was my mother.

I still had to take his advice.

I looked down, then back up at his face.

I opened up my mouth to speak.

"I think... I think my boyfriend is cheating on me."

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