Love Yourself First | BTS FF

17 - demons at your door

Pitiful. Hopeless. Pathetic. All words you've used to describe yourself these past few days.

You don't know how or when you fell into this slump, but you've been stuck in it for a while now. The strong confident self you used to be seemingly erased from your history.

But the moment you heard Taehyung and Jungkook's malicious words, you discovered a new kind of rage.

It just so happens that when you're angry you cry, but the tears don't signal surrender no, they signal a storm.

Although your body's aching ceased, and you're no longer feverish you plead your brother to help you convince your mom to let you stay home one more day to rest.

You pull it off on the count that you must return the next day.

Before rushing off, your brother's head pops into the side of your door while you were climbing back into bed.

"Y/N! I forgot to ask. Did you finish listening to the recording? Like all of it?"

You grumble sleepily and reply "Yea, I did." You wave him off, hoping your trip back to dreamland would be a quick one.

"All of it right? So you know about later today–"

"Yes! I told you I did!" You yell impatiently at him. He audibly sighs, and your door clicks to a shut.

The rest of the day is repeated almost ritually like the day before: you sleep until the afternoon and find a tray of food at your door when you awaken.

Refusing to finish listen to the rest of yesterday's classes, you spend the rest of the hours browsing on your phone.

In your patterned pajamas and unwashed tied back hair, you mill out to the living room for a change of pace. Curling your legs up against the coldness of the leather couch, you sit comfortably and browse the internet for the newest top video.

You check the time, your brother should be arriving home soon.

Ding Dong.

Your head swings to the front door.

That's weird. Maybe he forgot the key?

Pushing against the plush of the couch cushion, you help yourself up and slide into your slippers. A swift hand pases through your oily hair and you make your way to the welcome mat and it crunches under your feet.

Your hand meets the cool metal door handle and you swing the door open.

"Did you forget the key?" You say casually, stepping aside to let him in.

No response.

You look up and do a double take. Your breathing halts.

Both hands in his pockets, a single bag strap hung over his shoulder so his body is tilted cooly, and his face in a half sneer.

Jeon Jungkook.

You're speechless. Aghast. The energy in your entire body draining, and your legs going numb. The confident you who was discovered yesterday quickly fleeing from the scene. Only your face, a mix of bewilderment, beckoning any sign of life.

His eyes scan your getup and you feel him huff out some air in amusement. He nonchalantly moves past you as he takes a step into your house.

Your chest raising in defense of your territory, a bubble charges up your throat in protest. "H – hey!" You finally stutter.

Jungkook, midstep, turns his head and looks down at you, seemingly unbothered by your statement.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"