"How could you do this to me?" -he wasn't angry, he was betrayed, he's voice almost cracking in the middle of his words
"It's not something we can control, you'know...it's feelings" -Jin mumbled with guilt, it wasn't fair
"He was the only thing I a...
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But you're not me! You don't understand what I have to go through 🥀
The atmosphere in the house was horrifyingly tense, the whole morning everybody was avoiding each other. Namjoon, who was known for his ability to lighten up the tension between them, has already left for work while they were all still asleep, and there was no one to ease the mood.
All sending glares at each other, drinking their coffee, that felt disgusting for some reason, having to settle for cereals, as Jin refused to cook anything for them, ignoring their grumpy comments, all thinking about how to open up the topic and clear things up, not being used for such terms between them.
Jin was about to start cooking something, especially for Yoongi, being the only one who deserves care and a warm breakfast, but froze in his place, bowl and flour in his hands, pure surprise on his face, as Yoongi, who always tends to sleep until the last moment, rushes past the dining hall and the kitchen towards the exit, fully ready, backpack in on his shoulder, avoiding anybody's eyes, pretending as if they aren't even there.
-Yoongi? -they all call after him, almost in unison, confusion in their voices.
The kid ignored them completely, putting his shoes on, as fast as possible, not having enough time to even tie the laces as he was terrified of the mere idea one of them might come up to him, rushing outside, ignoring Jin calling after him 'What about breakfast?', stopping for a second by his bike to tie his shoes, body trembling as he felt as if he was being watched, he hopped on his bike, driving away from the 'cursed' place, not wanting to be involved in any further arguments and discussions about yesterday.
-Look what you've done -Tae exclaims in disbelief and anger, glaring at Hoseok, who looked like he swallowed a spoon.
-I know. I crossed the line, I will apologize -he mutters quietly, he was unable to sleep the whole night, the guilt keeping him awake, Yoongi's hurt expression in front of him, what did he even think of, when he decided to ask such thing?
Yoongi reached his shop in no time, immediately getting to work.
After a bit, when the costumers flow seemed to calm down a bit, he had time to do what was on his mind for awhile now, making the desired phone call.
The rest of the day seemed to go as usual; he helped costumers, dodged flirty boys and girls and simply enjoyed his job.
It was about lunch time, there was almost to no costumers, a couple of them just lazily wandering around, looking at different records, that is, when someone he didn't expect entered the shop.
-No -Yoongi immediately snaps, fear in his voice, he didn't want to meet any of them today, looking Jungkook up and down, not liking how comfortable he looked in here, as if it's his second house or something.
-No, what? -he asks, a glimpse of surprise in his voice, not expecting the kid being so hostile.
-No, I'm not going home yet -he tries to sound determined -I don't care how early you left work for me, or whatever excuse you're going to use to convince me to go home, I still have plenty of work to do and I'm not going to close right now -the fact that they were in some sort of a fight gave Yoongi some confidence, as if wanting to be the stronger in the argument, allowing him to defend his point and not fall for the fact, that Jungkook is older and he has to respect him.
