(Jungkook's POV)

Without hesitation I pull into the deserted parking lot, installing my vehicle in a vacant slot, stomping my way angrily into the dorm.

I can't believe it. Why hyung?

After everything... Everything that we've been through together. How could you do this to me?

Without realizing, my jaw clenches shut as I find myself face to face with the door; the numbers 305 written on it's golden plaque.

Sentimental? Maybe...

But I wasn't going to let anyone steal Y/N from me. That is a definite no.

My hand hangs in the air hesitantly as I try to shake the memories from my mind, pondering whether to follow through or not.

It's so painful...

He was my hyung...

But now he's a theif.

He stole everything from me.

I knock on the door, heart nearly pounding out of my chest due to rage. Within seconds, a confused Namjoon stumbles to the door, giving me a brief concerned glance.

"J-Jungkook?"

"Move." I growl, pushing past him, entering the living room which was filled with the others laughter until my presence was made.

They all fall silent, staring at me blankly.

"Jungkook, why are you-?"

My eyes fall onto the enemy. "YOONGI!!!!" I scream charging towards my hyung, arm raised above my head. His eyes widden in fear and before he could even move, my fist meets his jaw, sending a loud thump throughout the room as he falls to the ground.

"Woah Jungkook!" Namjoon yells, giving me a horrified look. At that moment, Taehyung and Jimin both wrap their arms around me in attempt to prevent me from attacking Yoongi again.

Yoongi wipes the blood dripping from his lips, an angry smirk on his face and somewhat amused gleam in his eyes as he stares down at me arrogantly. His tongue washes over his bottom lips as he takes back his grin hair. "Hello to you too." He provokes, almond eyes staring at me knowingly.

I try to shake out of Taehyung and Jimin's grips aggressively. "Let me go!" I hiss, blowing the hair out of my face as I struggle for freedom.

Taehyung gulps hard, eyes clouded with fear as he observes me wearily. From the frown on my face to the vein poppping from my neck, my body was shaking with fury.

Jimin shakes his head. "No I won't let you go. What the hell is wrong with you!?"

An irritated smile pulls onto my lips, followed by a dry chuckle. "What the hell is wrong with me? Haha."

My gaze falls onto Yoongi, who tenses up immediately.

"Shouldn't you be asking what the hell is wrong with him?" I point accusingly to the green haired man on the opposite side of the room.

"What do you-?"

"Bastard. You know exactly what I mean." I cut Namjoon off, directing my comment to Yoongi.

Yoongi laughs, cocking his head to the side. "You mean that?" He grins sarcastically. "I was just helping a friend in need."

"Shut up!!!" I shout, breaking free from the two boys holding me back and without hesitation, attacking Yoongi.

I tackle him to the floor, arms flailing everywhere as we both throw punches at each other.

I lodge my fist deep into his gut, while he sends elbows my thigh. I yowl in pain but the regain focus and grab a handful of his bleached hair aggressively.

He returns the gesture by kicking me in between my legs. "F#ck you." I spit as he pins me to floor mercilessly.

A pissed off expression becomes apparent on his face. "To think I held myself back for you... " He scoffs, looking at the others who stood in a corner, watching the both of you from a distance for safety purposes.

"Held yourself back?" My head thrashes back in laughter. "You can't even keep your f#cking lips off my girl-"

"She was never yours to begin with!" Yoongi screams, silencing the whole room as everyone watched the two of us in terror, afraid to intervine. "Don't think I don't know anything." His nails dig deep into my wrists, a twinge of fear resting comfortably in the lump in my throat which was hard to swallow..

"What is Yoongi hyung... Talking about?" Hoseok asks, face growing paler by each passing second.

"Go ahead Jungkook. Tell them." Yoongi challenges, provoking me. I grit my teeth, shaking my head in refusal.

Don't bow down to him.

"Tell us what?" Taehyung asks skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh my... They don't know?" Yoongi gasps, eyes meeting the other members gazes then at mine coldly.

"WHAT ARE YOU HIDING FROM US!?" Taehyung scream, tears now falling down his face.

Yoongi scoffs, finally getting off me. He stands up, brushing the dust off his black jeans before heading to Namjoon's bedroom.

Shortly after, he returns with a handful of papers bounded together by an office clip.

My eyes widden, as he throws the small stack of papers onto the table lazily. He others stare at him in confusion.

Yoongi's lips twitches in annoyance. "A contract." He speaks, earning a shocked expression from everyone in the room.

Namjoon hangs his head low in shame. "H-how did you-!"

Yoongi chuckles. "I'm not dumb," he reminds tapping his finger along the edges of his temples thoughtfully.

"All of you stop it!" Jin yells, glaring at the both of us. "Explain. Now." He growls.

Silence.

{2 days later}

(Y/N'S POV)

You sigh, looking at your reflection in the mirror with sad eyes. Your outside appearance looked stunning but the inside was ugly, as you were constantly at war with yourself, wondering what to do with Jungkook now.

Pitiful.

Your lip twitches in annoyance at the mere thought of yourself.

Disgusting.

"Y/N... Are you ready?" PD nim calls from your door. You nod weakly walking off with the man to the main set which was buzzing with people.

You gulp hard taking a seat on the side.

You've seen it all before so why did you feel so nervous?

"Just stay here for a bit. Your photoshoot will begin once the second model is ready." PD nim reminds handing you a water bottle before walking off.

You sigh glancing down at your feet, playing with your hands that rested in your lap.

I'm such an idiot...

I should've tried harder... I should've tried harder to keep him.

Without realizing you feel tears sting your vision. You chew on your bottom lip to try and hide the sadness which was now overwhelming you.

Why...?

Just as a sob was about to escape your throat, another pair of shoes come into your view. Slowly, you raise your head, gaze meeting the individual's who averts eye contact almost instantly.

"Jungkook...?" You croak, gripping his sleeve gently.

He sighs. "Don't call my name..." He mumbles, shying away from your touch. A frown becomes apparent on your face, as you can do nothing but watch him sulk.

"I'm sorry..."

"What use is an apology now?" A troubled smile pursues his face despite his bottom lip trembling. "The damage has been done anyways..." He mumbles in a nearly inaudible voice.

You can't help but swallow the large lump in your throat as the guilt devoured you whole, trapping you to his dark melancholic orbs.

Your mouth opens to try and defend yourself, but instead your lips wobble uselessly unable to produce any words.

Jungkook scoffs rolling his eyes. "Just leave me alone." He frowns, taking off somewhere after getting the final words.

Just then, PD him returns with a smile on his face which falls when observing the tense atmosphere which surrounded you as you crouched on the ground pathetically. He clears his throat awkwardly, handing you a water bottle.

"So who's the second model?" You ask, pouring the clear liquid down your throat, trying to change the mood of things.

"R-right! About that...." PD nim pauses, smiling before saying the following words. "The second model is... Jungkook."

At that moment, your heart drops to the floor as you observe Jungkook stride onto the platform confidently, without what seemed to be a single care in the world.

No...

You internally let out a small groan of dissatisfaction, as your gaze meets Jungkook. He smiles sarcastically in return not even bothering to give the slightest ounce of eye contact.

With a sad sigh, you trudge onto the stage, taking a seat in the chair that you were told to sit in. Jungkook removes his hands from the back of the chair immediately, staring down at his feet while his jaw clenched in anger.

"Great!" The photographer claps in joy, staring at the couple before him in awe. "I'm sure we'll be able to get some lovely photos of you today~! Isn't that exciting?"

"Indeed." Jungkook rolls his eyes, enthusiasm clearly absent from his voice. Somehow the photographer doesn't seem to notice this; or doesn't really care. You weren't really sure which of the two.

You scoff, pinching Jungkook's hand ever so slightly, forcing a whimper of pain from his lips. "If you're mad at me, I don't care. But if your mad at others for no reason, I do." Your firm gaze fixes itself on the rather surprised boy, whose mouth is hanging open at your words. "So... control yourself." You growl, turning away afterwards.

"Okay guys! I need your attention, look over here!" The photographer chirpped, snapping a few photos but then quickly displays a large frown on his face after reviewing them.

"Eh~~ what's with the distance? You guys are a couple right? C'mon show some intimacy." He says smirking at the two stiff models.

Your breath hitches as Jungkook suddenly places an arm on your shoulder, causing you to stare at him with wide eyes.

"Jungkook..."

"He said show some intimacy." His velvety voice soothes, forcing the memories of his lips caressing yours to return in your mind, choking you up a little. A small blush crawls up your face as he lowers his head to your shoulder upon demand from the photographer.

"YES YESSSSSS! I LIKE IT! MORE MORE!" The photographer gushes as Jungkook tilts your chin ever so slightly, intense gaze devouring you whole. The dark look in his eyes had returned.

He had a mission.

"S-stop." You whisper huskily, hand wrapping around the other arm of the chair in attempt to escape as Jungkook inches closer and closer to your petite frame.

He gives you a sarcastic smirk as the photographer shoots away. "Stop what?" He wonders outloud. You felt as if you had been backed into a corner by confrontation.

"Stop making me want you back you jerk..." Without another word, you place your lips on his, gently sucking away at his bottom lips. He freezes from your sudden change in behaviour.

"OOHOO~~ STEAMAYYY."

You pull away, cupping his face with your hands. You can't help but stifle a chuckle at his shocked expression. "Look Jungkook, I know that sitting around with regret isn't going to do anything. And neither will an apology. I understand that I hurt you and it pains me to know that it's my fault. But at the same time," You pause, pulling him into an embrace. "I hate seeing you like this."

He grins cheekily, scooping you up from the chair to carry you bridal style. His nose touches yours gently. "You had me at 'jerk'." He laughs, gluing his lips to yours without a moment of hesitation.

The photographer snaps many more pictures. But you couldn't honestly care less, as all that mattered right now, at this moment... was Jungkook.

"I'm sorry honey," you pout, pinching his cheeks playfully. "I feel really- Ow!" You flinch after a stinging sensation spreads throughout your forehead. You glare at he culprit, who has a cheeky grin on his face.

"Yah-!"

"That's for apologizing too much," he glances at you.... "and this..." he leans in, hands wrapping around your waist, before connecting his lips to yours. He grazes away at your lips passionatly, enjoying the sweet flavour of the cherry chapstick you wore. Your eyes widden as the electricity from his touch, spreads throughout your whole body, rendering you once more his slave.

"This is to take back what's mine." You feel your cheeks explode with heat as he mumbled those words silkily. He winks at you playfully, earning a cute giggle from you in return.

"Idiot." You slap his shoulder, hiding your face in embarrassment.

"Bambi."

"Bunny."

"Love you." He ruffles your hair playfully.

You pout in defeat. "Love you too." He laces his hands with yours, nuzzling his face into your neck sweetly. Your lips part, allowing a smile on your face.

"Jungkook..."

"Mmm?" He hums, eyes closed as he rests on your shoulder.

"This is our first fight isn't it?" You ask outloud, kicking your legs in the air nervously.

"I guess when you say it that way, it is." He chuckles.

At that moment, you felt stronger than ever before, knowing that even though you fought, it showed how much he loved you. You smile gratefully.

"I'm marking this day on my calendar tonight." You tease.

"Don't." 

(Yoongi's POV)

"So...?" I drag, impatiently tapping my foot on the floor as I wait for the old man's response. "How is it?"

The black office chair turns around slowly, revealing PD nim with a thoughtful expression on his face. He hands tap the desk, creating a quiet, unintentional rythym. "I like it. I'll convince the producers to let the song be released. Perhaps as a special..." He says, eyes meeting mine with a kind smile on his face.

My worries all melt away as I begin to pack up my materials, packing them in my black duffel bag. "Thank you very much sir."

"Yoongi.."

"Mmm?"

"Sorry, but I can't help but ask..." His gaze meets mine. "What inspired you to write this song?"

A long surpressed grin surfaces on my face. I let out a soft chuckle, zipping up my bag before swinging it around my shoulder. I face the man, gaze meeting his curious one.

"A piano." With that I turn my back, leaving the room and a confused PD nim behind.

(Unknown POV)

"Damnit!" I curse, slamming my fist angrily onto the table before me.

I even texted him the photo!

A break up should've been the final result, not this.

I sigh, messaging my temples to try and soothe myself.

How am I going to take that monster down?

Right at that moment, Jin enters the room.

"What's wrong?" He asks in concern, slapping an arm around my shoulder as he takes a seat beside me on the bed side.

Perfect timing. I internally roll my eyes.

"Nothing Hyung!" I push forth a convincing smile. "Just frustrated with the schedule." I lie, gritting my teeth. He shrugs, "well if you have my problems, I'm here for you." Weakly, I nod.

Jin shakes his head in disbelief. "I still can't believe that Jungkook lied to us about Y/N... I knew something was odd when she introduced herself as the nutritionist. But still... A contract?" He lets out a long breath.

My eyes light up, a sinister grin crawling up my face.

A contract...?

What a shame it would be if the public were to find out.

Isn't that right Jungkook?

Now that would be a scandal.

Heh.

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