Before I start can I just point out that I am not Korean so there are times when I will not add hyung after the older person when the younger is speaking or thinking. Pls bare with me, I'm so sorry!

Taehyung's POV.

No one speaks as Jimin drives the five of us back to his apartment. Even the radio has been turned off and I am internally begging for it be on, then at least we wouldn't have to sit in the uncomfortable silence.

Jungkook had disappeared during the fight, while Hoseok had somehow managed to get up and run away before Yoongi got a hold of him again.

The events of the night continue to play through my head and I can't remove Hoseok's bashed face from the front of mind. It is as if someone had sellotaped the picture and every time I closed my eyes I would be greeted with it. So as fatigue threatened to take over me, I determinedly kept my eyes open.

As well as to Hoseok's face, his voice would trail behind as well, taunting me with thoughts about Jungkook.

Jungkook.

Was our relationship all just a scam for him? Did he mean any of the words that I kept close to my heart?

I internally scoffed.

Who am I kidding? Why would he care?

He didn't exactly showcase any feelings towards me for months now, how was I to know that he still actually loved me? I wince at my disability to comprehend his emotions earlier. Previous doubts about him cheating on me no see much more possible to me now. The image of the strewn sheets which were still fresh now stand prominently before me.

My eyes are wet with tears now, and I sniffled, swiping at them furiously. Beside me Jimin frowns, a frustrated sigh tumbling out of his lips, yet still no one speaks.

We pulled up at Yoongi's and Jimin's apartment, spilling into the flat, each their faces distressed. As much as we despise both Jungkook and Hoseok, our concern for them will never fade.

However, Jin is the one who looks most devastated, his cheeks wet with fresh tears marks. He seems as though the news hit him the hardest even if nothing had been directed at him.

"I'll go and get some pillows and blankets."

We all nod as Jimin disappears into the hallway in search of the right equipment to camp out in the living room. There is a heavy silence as we await his arrival, occasionally broken by Jin's sniffles or my hiccups as I try and gather myself.

My tears seem to refuse to stop, and I had long given up on them. Jimin is quick to return and Yoongi hurries to help his boyfriend ready the room.

Soon we are all snuggled in a blanket, a pillow either squeezed in our hands or laying innocently beside us. We are not talking but the silence gives out a meaning that we don't have to voice out loud.

We are all playing over the events of the night.

Where are they? Are they safe?

"When did this all start?"

Jin is the one who breaks the stifling silence, his eyes swollen and red as he looks up at me.

I gulped, my own tears harbouring and ready to fall,"About s-six months ago."

He lets out a pathetic sort of whimper, collapsing into Namjoon's arms who only welcomed him, frowning lightly.

"And why didn't you tell us anything?"Namjoon asks gently, sending me a smile as if I were made of glass.

"Jungkook."I murmed, a few tears slipping away just from the mention of his name,"He said that he didn't want to annoy you all with our problems. That you guys wouldn't care."

A wave of fury passes through Namjoon's face and he shouts,"Bullshit!"

But Jin only whispers, gazing at me with miserable eyes,"You really believed that we wouldn't care?"

I stayed silent.

The days when Jungkook and I had issues where the days when every member in the group had been incredibly busy. We rarely saw each other, and even if we did it would be only for a few minutes before someone had something to get to. It was this situation that had irked many doubts of their care towards me.

Yet, as I sit before them I only scoff at my stupidity.

"I'm sorry."

Jimin tugs me to his chest, enveloping me in a hug as I cry into his chest. I am thankful that Yoongi trusts and loves his boyfriend so much to not become envious nor enraged at our skinship. I would be absolutely devestated to hear that I was the main issue if their relationship was to ever collapse.

"Don't be sorry, Tae."Yoongi said,"It's not your fault."

I pursed my lips and only look away.

I am the reason why Jin is crying.

I am the reason why Hoseok is probably spitting out blood at the very moment.

I am the reason why the others are forced to sleep on the floor when they could've been on their comfortable beds maybe already asleep.

I am the reason all of this happening.

It's not Jungkook's fault that he had fallen out of love with me. I have no right to say that.

Feelings come and feelings go.

I just had to come and accept that.

I suddenly realise that there is not only one pair of arms wrapped around me but four.

The others had crowded around me until all of them where touching me in some way. My sobs become louder as I view the amount of affection I am getting when deep down I know that I don't deserve any of this.

Because this is all my fault.