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Monster In The Mirror

Your POV

I leave Ebony outside with three other horses I recognize. Ebony doesn't let her guard down; she stares at the other horses with uncertainty.

"It's ok girl, they're friends.", I pat her and she becomes a little less stiff, "I'll be back soon."

I gather up all my emotions; the anger, the sadness, the stubbornness and pain. I take off my hood and knock on the door of Jungkook's second mansion. And I'll be honest. I'm nervous, really nervous. I'm not sure what to expect. After all, it's been many years since I've properly spoken to any of them and I have no idea if Namjoon discussed apologizing to me. I feel wrong, it should've been me who apologized. I'd majorly over reacted to a small event that led to this separation. But the past is the past, I can't change it no matter how wealthy or powerful I am so I put aside my pride and plaster the slightest whisper of a smile on my face.

Namjoon opens the door, "Oh Y/N, it's nice to see you here. Come in."

"Thank you.", I come in, "How are you?"

"I'm doing quite well, how about you?", he questions.

"I'm good too.", I smile a little wider. It's very obviously a forced one but anything to lighten the heavy air.

Who is it?", Jimin comes in to the hallway.

I haven't seen him in ages. He's glowed up, majorly if I say so. His hair is now blonde and slicked back and since he's wearing no shirt, his abs are on full display.

"Hi.", I wave timidly.

"Oh it's you.", he says coldly.

I feel disheartened, what if he doesn't want me here?

Jungkook comes on scene too, "Y/N?"

He too, isn't wearing a shirt so his contoured body shows off. He blushes instantly and grabs a coat and covers himself up.

"Have a seat Y/N, you won't just stand here will you?", Namjoon invites me in once again.

"I don't think they want me here. I guess I just came by to say hi, I'll be on my way.", and I begin to head out of the door.

"No no, of course they want you here, right boys?", he says through gritted teeth.

"Yeah of course hyung.", Jungkook agrees.

"Is that so Jungkook? I'm not sure if I want her here though.", Jimin looks at me through slitted, snake-like eyes.

I know Jimin, he's exactly how he was before. He's a really sweet boy but once you're on his radar, it's hard to get off it.

"It's really fine, I can see you don't want me here.", I say it with a smile but my heart's all the way down in my stomach, melting in the hydrochloric acid.

Namjoon kicks Jimin's shin, "Someone here doesn't have manners."

Jimin's eyes just fill with more venom, "I'm only saying what I think. I won't lie about it unlike you two."

"Actually, I was the one who invited her here.", Namjoon defends, "I think it'll be good to get back and catch up again. Sit down Y/N."

And that's not a request, it's an order. I abide by what he says and sit on the sofa. He serves me some coffee. We all sit silently and have out hot beverages as the snow starts to fall again. I get up to put my cup away and I sense someone follow behind me. It's Jimin.

"I don't see why you're back here Y/N. Back to cause some more disruption, I'm sure it's your one and only goal. You're a dangerous creature but remember, I can be worse if I want.", he threatens as he takes a kitchen knife.

Namjoon calls out from the living room, "Don't wash your cup Y/N. You're a guest, I'll do it for you."

Jimin puts away the knife immediately and I slip away from him quickly. But somehow, his knife-like eyes are worse than the real knife.

Yoongi POV

I check my phone, Y/N's left me on read again. I sigh, how many more days will you make me suffer like this? I call her. Once...twice...thrice. She doesn't pick up but I persist. I don't care Y/N; you will answer me. You have no choice but to do it. My impatience kills me, I can't wait so long. She doesn't pick up after fifteen calls so I give her a little break.

Your POV

My phone constantly keeps ringing, it's Yoongi. Anywhere else, I would pick it up but I don't want to do it here. If Jimin knows that I active keep contact with Yoongi, he won't spare me. He'll literally bring the knife and stab me. Stop it Yoongi, why do you have to call me so many times? He stops for five minutes before h starts again. I take my phone.

"One second please.", I excuse myself and go in to another room, "What do you want Yoongi?"

"Why are you not picking up my calls?", he says.

"Because I'm somewhere at the moment and I can't."

"Well, how did you do it now?"

"Because you literally forced me into it. Either I don't pick up and constantly get stared at or I pick up and end this fast."

"Y/N, I want you.", he gushes.

"I'm busy. Now's not the time nor the place for this. I'll call you back later.", and then I hang up.

I put my phone back in my pocket and as I turn, I see Jimin. He's literally everywhere, he's stalking me.

"You talk to your fiancé I see. How nice and what a romantic relationship?", he mocks and then goes.

Why's he so mean to me, I swear I'm trying my hardest but this boy won't let me. At least try accept me. I see myself in the mirror, a monster in the mirror stares back and I wince. It hurts physically to see who I've become.