Where is he?

...

Jungkook struggled to contain his breaths as he stalked up to the doors of the dorm, taking ten strides longer than his Hyung's behind him who struggled to keep up, "Jungkook, hang on." Namjoon tried to stop him but he ignored the leader. Walking right up to the entrance of Suga's dorm and pushing the door open so hard, it was swung back harshly behind him when he walked into the dorm. Almost slamming shut on Namjoon and Seokjin who caught the handle of the door before it closed, 

"Yah. Wait." Seokjin called after Jungkook but it was useless. The younger was already inside the dorms. Red and angry like a bull. His hulk like appearance bulked and menacing with anger. The doe eyes we all knew and loved disappearing to a pair of piercing, siren-like eyes as he bolted into the room, 

"Where is she." Jungkook commanded Jimin who was already standing by the door.

The singer knew Jungkook wouldn't be able to barrel through him even if he wanted to so he chose to stand by the door. Hoping the younger would be cooled off by the time he entered the room. Unfortunately, he was wrong. They knew they were coming. Knew they were closeby as the group mates could hear their leader and Seokjin pleading with Jungkook to slow down a mile away.

"Jungkook..." Hoseok's eyes were on the dongsaeng as he stormed into the dorm. Shoes on and everything. He glanced down at Jungkook's sneakers and the younger clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth before kicking his shoes off so hard, they flew into the wall by the entrance one by one. 

Normally, Hoseok would scold Jungkook for doing that but he wasn't taking any chances today. Knowing the murderous mood Jungkook was in today as well? Nah. He wasn't about to get shit handed to him for the second time of the day. He chose to cautiously stand guard by the living room. Situated close enough between the hallway to the washroom and also close to Yoongi and Sora who were sitting in the living room. 

Hoseok truly didn't want to be the one in the washroom with you as he felt bad for yelling at you earlier but he needed to be involved somehow. He wanted to be in the middle just in case. Just in case Jungkook lost it and charged straight for Yoongi first. Or lost it and threw Taehyung out of the bathroom too.

"Where the fu--" Jungkook was about to ask again, frantic eyes scanning the space before landing on Yoongi and Sora. He fell silent upon seeing the couple, avoiding Sora's eyes and glaring at his hyung for a moment, his mouth opening and forming words to confront him with but his lips closed shut and he forced his attention away from the rapper when Jimin quickly spoke up when he noticed the younger about to start going off on Yoongi, 

"She's in the washroom." He spoke quickly and directed Jungkook in the direction of the washroom you were hiding in, "She's in there with Taehyung. He was checking on her." The dark-haired singer's voice was hushed, a hand hesitantly taking Jungkook's arm and refraining the younger from moving for a moment, "Koo... please, just calm down for a moment before you go in there." Jimin tried to reason with the dongsaeng but Jungkook tore his arm away from Jimin's touch at once, making the singer step back from him in shock.

"Don't even talk to me right now." He hissed and stormed off down the hallway, "Don't even talk to me when I trusted you all to protect her." Jungkook's voice was agonizing to hear as he looked over his shoulder at his hyung before disappearing down the hallway in search of you. 

Jimin and Hoseok didn't hold any ill feelings towards Jungkook for acting this way, of course. They knew anyone would do the same. He was right in a way too. Maybe they should have stepped in to stop you. Maybe they should have stayed at the café a bit longer. Maybe they should have intervened before things got out of hand. They promised Jungkook before taking you out today, that they would make sure you had the best day out that they could give you. It was all great until it wasn't. Now Hoseok and Jimin were filled with regret.

...

Just as your mind crossed to your precious boyfriend, the knob to the bathroom door started twisting violently, the noises on the other side of the door sounding like someone was trying to break in. But it wasn't an intruder trying to burst the door open. It your boyfriend who had finally arrived to the dorms and was rushing to get to where you were. He was about to kick the door down until he managed to pushed the door ajar, "Y/N." Jungkook breathed out and found you on the floor, his heart breaking in his chest at the sight of you, "I'm here, mama. I'm sorry. I got caught up with something." Jungkook wrestled himself into the tiny washroom and Taehyung instantly got up to make space for the younger.

Jungkook pushed his way inside and the elder moved out of the way before his dongsaeng decided to walk right through him. He pretended his hyung didn't even exist. His face cold and chiseled into a beautiful ice sculpture. Fuck, he was pissed. Taehyung knew better than to say a word to Jungkook when he looked like this and it was a good thing that Jungkook avoided Taehyung like the plague too, not even acknowledging his existence or sparing him a second glance.

Taehyung wanted to say something but in reality, he couldn't even muster any words to speak. This whole thing felt like a blur. But all he knew was that something was fishy about Sora. He wanted to tell Jungkook to be careful. To tell him to take you out of the country immediately. He wanted to stay in the washroom with the two of you but he knew it wasn't his place to be involved any more than he already was.

He turned around to exit the bathroom and hesitated for a second but then decided to leave the space altogether, not being able to be in the same room any longer with you let alone his dongsaeng as well. He muttered that he would see you both outside in a bit then disappeared out the doors, fingers in his hair and pushing the locks away from his face. 

As Taehyung exited out of the washroom and Jungkook headed inside, he caught eyes with Sora who stood in Yoongi's arm. Hanging on to his form as if she couldn't stand on her own two feet any longer.

The rapper's back was facing the singer and Taehyung could see Sora from over Yoongi's shoulders. Her sly eyes looking over his hyung's back and channeling her gaze on the back of Jungkook's head instead. She had her eyes on him alone. Trailing her eyes from the nape of his neck to the back of his jean clad legs. Never tearing her eyes away from him for a second until she felt Taehyung's questioning eyes on her. She met the singer's stare and quickly adverted her gaze. Leaning down to rest her head against Yoongi's shoulder instead and pretending she wasn't just falling into a trance while looking at Jungkook.

"Fucking hell." Taehyung breathed out from what he had just witnessed and instead of walking into the living room where he planned to go in the beginning, he headed straight to the exit of the dorm instead, pushing past Namjoon and Seokjin on his way there who tried to stop him to explain to them what happened, "I gotta go. Ask Hope. I'm sorry." He mumbled under his breath and slid his feet into his shoes, unlocking the door and heading out of the dorm in a hurry.

Once he was outside of the Hybe buildings, Taehyung had a phone pressed to his ear and his freehand buried deep in his fluffy, black hair, his foot tapping impatiently against the asphalt ground as he waited for his ride, "I need you to tell me whatever information you know about a waitress working at your club." He demanded into the phone as the blacked out van pulled up to the back exit of the building, "Well tell him it's Kim Taehyung. The fuck?" Taehyung hissed as he pulled the door to the vehicle open and stepped inside, "Her name is Sora. That's all I know." He breathed out and slammed the door shut and drove off.

...

"Y/N..."

You sat there awkwardly on the floor of the washroom and refused to look at your boyfriend who stood over you as he said your name. You were ashamed of your appearance and tried to avoid an imminent slew of nags and yelling coming to your way soon from him. You kept your eyes on your bandaged foot instead and shook your head as he dove to the ground, hands grabbing onto your shoulders and forcing you to look at him,

"I'm sorry."

You finally met Jungkook's eyes and you could feel your own starting to tear up for God knows how many times for the day. All you could do was apologize to him and you didn't know why. You soon started to ramble, feeling your head start to spin as you spoke, "I... Jungkook... Jungkook... this is bad. This is so bad." You whispered in exasperation, "She..." You sighed, eyelids fluttering in exhaustion, "Jungkook that night at the club..." You sucked in a deep breath and looked down at your hands that were balled up into fists in your lap, shaking your head quickly when you tried to speak, "That night, Koo... after you left the washroom. She was there." Your breathing started to feel labored again and you placed your hand over your chest, unable to continue, "She was—she said..." Your thoughts started to scatter and you could feel the pace of your pulse starting to thump in your ears, 

"I'm sorry..."

Jungkook watched you try to explain yourself but he could feel the levels of anxiousness starting to rise within you. He was scared you'd have a full-blown panic attack and so, he had to act quick, "Baby..." Your boyfriend tried to hush you, pulling you into his strong embrace and crushing you against his chest. 

He combed through your disheveled hair and cooed you quietly, smoothing your hair back and pressing his face into the top of your head, "Shh... stop it. Don't be sorry. It's my fault. I should have been here sooner." Jungkook's heart panged in his chest when you leaned into his touch, letting you hide your face into his chest as he shook his head at himself, arms tightening their hold around you and allowing for you to burrow yourself deeper into his hold, "I'm so fucking pissed off right now, you have no idea." He muttered quietly, feeling his jaw clenching afterwards, "Let me look at you, baby... Let me see you, please." Jungkook sighed and cupped your face within a large palm, bracing himself as he lifted your head to look at him.

You tried to look away as Jungkook began tilting your head up to look at him and you shied away from his gaze, turning your face away and glancing down at your bandaged foot before closing your eyes. You knew Jungkook wasn't going to let up. You knew he would have no problem bolting you both in this washroom until you showed him how hurt you were. 

This part of your relationship was all still embarrassing to you. Showing weakness even though Jungkook had seen every part of you that there was to see. It was still a shame for you to be allowing him to see you this way even if you were the one that started the fight, "God, how could this be happening, Jungkook." You felt a tear escape your lips and you finally turned to face him, allowing for Jungkook to see the state of your appearance.

Jesus, it was worse than what Jungkook was expecting. The scratch under your eye was mean and red. Starting to swell up and making your cheek look puffy. The nail etches along your neck were deep as if a bear had mauled you. She really made sure she left a mark on you, huh? But other than the visible scratches on your skin. You looked okay. You weren't complaining of any sort of pain other than what Jungkook could see. Not like Sora who had a full-on black eye and swollen jaw already. 

"That's my girl." Jungkook wanted to say but he didn't want to let this go and pretend it was okay for you to go swinging on bitches even if it was for him. He'll have a talk with you later. Knowing you weren't in the mood to hear him lecture you in the moment.

"My baby..." Jungkook whispered quietly, soft eyes tracing over your face while he held your jaw in his hand, a gentle finger reaching up to caress over the side of your neck where Sora had scratched you, "Who does she think she is." He whispered more to himself than you as his fingers moved up to your face, holding your chin with one hand and brushing his thumb over your cheek with the other before he leaned in and ghosted his lips over the mark on your cheek then pressed a gentle kiss against your skin at the corner of your eye. 

He pulled away silently and tried to hide the pain on his face, eyes glancing down to the toilet paper wrapped around your foot, "I'm so sorry, babe." Jungkook shook his head in disappointment.

Jungkook could feel his heartbeat picking up speed the longer he looked at you. The rage inside him beginning to make him feel hot. He knew it wasn't neither yours or his faults. 

It wasn't anyone's fault. 

He had no idea what Sora did at the club that night. And he sure as hell didn't have a clue about Yoongi's relationships. The hyung always kept to himself and was extremely private about his love life. Who would have guessed he was dating her out of all people? Who would have guessed you would have lost your shit the way you did today? Jungkook knew you better than any of his hyungs. And he knew you wouldn't react this way for no reason. 

What did that noona say to you that was enough to make you snap?

Jungkook was about to explode with anger but as if you were a light in the darkness, he instantly relaxed when he felt your fingers wrap around his wrist. You could sense his uneasiness and so, you found his hand. Taking him by the palm and lacing your fingers with his as the two of you sat there in silence for a long moment before Jungkook finally spoke, 

"Tell me how this happened from the beginning. I need to know everything." Jungkook's voice was stern, an edge to it that you've never heard before.

You took a long moment to respond to him. Your eyes on his hand intertwined with yours. The tip of your fingers caressing over his couple ring as you inhaled a slow breath. Taking a deep breath through your nose before exhaling with a sigh when you began to speak,

"I don't know where to start."

...

"Someone needs to explain to me what happened here." 

Seokjin huffed, a dustpan in his hands along with a brush. He was bent over and scooping up glass fragments from the picture frame that fell into the dustpan, "And I'm not talking about the picture. We can always find a replacement." He muttered as if he was talking to himself. Cleaning up the broken bits of glass before disappearing to throw the contents of the dustpan out,

 "Anyone gonna talk?" He questioned again as he reappeared, a sharp brown raising in concern and his arms crossing over his chest, "Nothing makes sense. Your story doesn't make sense either, Sora. Like... how did you two meet? How long have you been together? I mean... If this is what he's happy with. We can't stop him." Seokjin spoke with his hands, wide palms flailing as he rambled, eyes on Sora's face and cringing at the bruise swelling her eye up while the rest of them stood there quietly.

The eldest member spoke as if Sora wasn't even in the room and it bothered her. How dismissive Seokjin was of her. How he ignored her existence as if she was nothing but a fly on the wall. He clearly did not like her even if he didn't know her and he clearly did not care about what she had to say either. Seokjin's main priorities were knowing her true intentions and that was all, 

"But to be honest, I'm just going to try and ignore the fact that you were visibly trying to flirt with RM that night you fucked Jungkook as well but... now you're dating Yoongi!" He added with a nod, making Namjoon shake his head dismissively, the leader exhaling a soft sigh while he took his glasses off the bridge of his nose, picking up the hem of his t-shirt between his fingers and starting to clean the lens of his glasses as he spoke,

"That's very kind of you to do, Seokjin Hyung but not necessary." 

Namjoon's tone of voice was graceful but low when he spoke, a hand raising as a signal for the eldest to stand down and let the leader handle this. "Let's just talk for a sec." He nodded, his voice full of a richness that never wavered or cracked. Namjoon was confident when he spoke today. Holding a look in his eyes that was so smoldering, it was scary, 

"You know..." He started to speak then stopped, inspecting the lens of his glasses once more before blowing out a speck of dust lining the frame, "We have to protect ourselves, Sora. Can I call you Sora?" With the pair of glasses still in between his fingertips and shirt, Namjoon looked at Sora and gave her a smile that probably melted every single heart in that room.

His gorgeous honey skin and dimples were making him glisten. A pair of beautiful eyes curving into crescents and making the moon itself look like shit compared to him. He was so friendly and welcoming. Making Sora feel calm and at ease. She thought there was finally someone that understood her. Finally, a person in the group that didn't look at her as if she was up to no good.

She felt her face throb and pressed the bag of frozen vegetables against her cheek more. It was a bag of frozen peppers that Yoongi fetched from the Hybe kitchen before disappearing. The cold bag of vegetables gave her a reminder of who made her face her this bad. She thought back to you in the washroom. 

Dumb bitch thinks she can get away, huh? And she's with Jungkook in there? Where is Yoongi? Fuck. What a pussy. Leaving me here to answer to the leader. Just wait, bitch. Just wait. The thoughts shouted at her, making her shiver against the bag of peppers. The icy bag giving her a reminder that this was reality and she needed to play her part. She needed Namjoon and the rest of BTS to believe she was genuine... even though she was far from it,

"Sora is fine, R.M..." She finally answered the leader, shrinking away from his gaze when he smiled at her. His smile was so radiant and charming but she knew better than to give in to that. She knew she needed to think fast and so, she put on an uncomfortable smile, flinching on purpose whenever the frozen bag pressed onto her skin, 

"I-I know you have to protect yourselves... but honestly, I don't feel like I'm protected or that there is anyone here to protect me." She started to sniffle, doe eyes staring up at the leader as if he would instantly change his tune with her, "I shouldn't have made Yoongi do this... I didn't mean for this to happen. I just want to go home."

Well played, Sora. 

You just confirmed you were even bigger of a sociopathic, lying narcissist than Namjoon thought!

Sora doesn't know what was coming for her though. Didn't know this was Namjoon's way of figuring her out, 

"Something just doesn't seem right to me. Forgive me." The deep bass of his voice was almost like a nice, rich espresso. Smooth but bold. Menacing but humble. 

A true mediator. A man of class. A man of simplicity.

There was a certain audacity about Namjoon when he was in a mood like this. He wasn't interested in nonsense today. Wasn't in the mood to play around and make jokes. He was serious and was prepared to shoot down any games Sora wanted to play. 

Namjoon truly was the perfect Virgo man. He was very calculative and was one of the most rational thinkers in the group. He was intuitive and brilliant. Smelling the shit Sora was trying to cover up from a mile away. It wasn't hard for him to sniff the bullshit. And damn... it was a lot of it. "I don't mean to seem so straight forward, Sora. But..." Namjoon paused between breaths; a pair of sharp eyes glued to Sora's own cautious expression.

He surveyed her and it didn't take Namjoon long to figure out the type of person she was. He could already figure out the type of things she liked...

Money. Clothes. Bags... Material things that Yoongi could give her. 

He could also already see the things she wanted too. 

Fame. Fortune. Attention... Things Jungkook had.

Namjoon remembered her from the club too. She was a pretty girl with long legs and an insanely chiseled face. Gorgeous and confident. She was definitely a head turner. But she was conceited, cocky and conniving. Having a certain look in her eyes that screamed she was cut throat and lethal. 

Nothing was wrong with being confident. In fact, some would say that's how they liked their partners. But there was a difference between being confident and being a narcissist. She gave him a certain vibe he couldn't put his finger on because she was so good at hiding how she truly felt. But Namjoon could manage to see through it. 

Smell that? That's horseshit and it's coming out from under Sora's own fucking feet. 

Namjoon knew the type of woman she was. He read her better than Yoongi ever had. Studied the way she backed up and away from him when he smiled at her. Acknowledged the way her eyes would flicker to Jimin then to Seokjin. Trailing her gaze on Hoseok next for a little too long before she caught herself. 

She stood at a distance from everyone. As if she truly didn't want to be there. No one said you had to be comfortable right away around BTS, of course. It was a full ass dorm and the guys could be overwhelming at first. Always talking over each other. Chaos everywhere around. You were the only person that managed to get along so well with the guys. No one expected you to. They all thought you'd warm up to them slowly. So, they gave you the time to get comfortable around them.

Namjoon understood that Sora might need the same time you needed to feel at ease around the members. But he couldn't help but shake the feeling that she just didn't want to be there. Didn't want to face them. Didn't want to meet them. Didn't want to be around them. Was she hiding something? Yes. She was hiding the fact that she had the hots for Jungkook. She was hiding the fact that she was going to stop at nothing to get to him.

Hiding the sad truth that... she didn't love Yoongi.

It was all fake love.

The leader could sense that from her but being the kind gentleman Namjoon was, he wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. Wanted to let her prove to them that they were all wrong. He wanted to give her the chance to clear the air. 

Maybe you were tired. Maybe you weren't feeling well. Maybe you just loved Jungkook too much and took what she said the wrong way. Namjoon wanted to look at it from all sides before he pointed fingers. Even though, he knew what the truth was. He still wanted to give Sora the chance to come clean before he got involved,

"It all just seems quite convenient for you to suddenly be dating Suga." Namjoon hummed out, eyes squinting up at the ceiling as he held the pair of glasses up to the lights, peering at the lens to make sure they were cleaned precisely before putting them back onto his face. Doing a cute little scrunch of his nose to adjust the frame as he spoke, "You hit on all of us at least once that night. And now, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that, of course..." He nodded with a smile, dimples showing and making the room immediately feel relaxed within seconds, "...I just happen to believe Y/N over you." He stated nonchalantly with a shrug, 

"For you to say she's making things up. I don't believe that for a second. I know Y/N quite well..." The leader pushed the glasses upwards a bit on his nose to adjust them again, taking a good look at Sora while he did so before he smiled at her again, his head tilting slightly to the side as his voice changed to a deeper octave, the polite expression on his face turning cold as ice, "...I know she would never lie about something this. So, you're sure that's how things played out?"

"Yes. She just came out of nowhere and pushed me."

"Nowhere?" Hoseok who was standing next to Seokjin raised a brow as he interrupted, "You didn't come out of nowhere. You kept instigating for this entire thing to happen." Jimin started to speak too and Seokjin placed a hand onto Jimin's shoulder as he shook his head,

"I need you boys to stay out." He cautioned Hoseok and Jimin but the two ignored the hyung, Jimin's voice growing louder, "No. You weren't here, hyung. You didn't see the way she was acting..." The dancer trailed off and Hoseok chimed in, "Like a switch. Like... one second she was crying and the next minute she was sneering at us. Telling me to mind my business." Hoseok shot Sora a look before glancing back to Seokjin, "This is my business... Our business. I'm Y/N's witness."

"We're her witnesses." Jimin corrected his hyung and Namjoon sighed, chin jutting out and brows furrowing as he turned back to Sora,

"Okay, that's enough, guys. We hear you." The no nonsense leader nodded firmly before speaking again, "I'm only going to ask you one more time, Sora..." The leader cleared his throat and folded his arms over his chest, "You're telling me that's exactly how this fight occurred, right? You have no intention on Jungkook and Y/N's relationship and you are one hundred percent committed to Yoongi, right?"

Well when you put it that way...

Sora hesitated to answer and that's when Yoongi came back into the dorm, "Suga..." She whispered when she saw him but he avoided her gaze. Her treated her the same way the other members were. Ignoring her presence and pretending he couldn't see her. It made Sora's blood boil but she didn't let it faze her. She pulled the frozen bag away from her face and held it in her hands, facing Namjoon and holding her head high, looking Namjoon right in the eye as she lied to his face,

"I only love Yoongi." She nodded, feeling her face throb with her movements but she continued, "I only want to be with Yoongi." Her voice trailed off as she turned her head to meet Yoongi's stare, his eyes immediately dropping from her face the moment she looked at him, "I only want you, Suga. You know that." Sora mumbled to her boyfriend and he shook his head,

The quiet rapper joined Namjoon at his side for a moment then slowly crossed over to Sora to stand next to her instead, still avoiding her but feeling his feet pull him anyways to where she stood, 

"I don't know what to think." Yoongi's jaw clenched, eyes diverting to the floor, his gaze searching for something on the hardwood flooring. Searching for an answer to the questions infiltrating his head. 

He could still hear Sora's voice from earlier. Telling you to break up with Jungkook. Then telling him she wanted to kill you, "I-..." Yoongi was about to turn to Sora and tell her to go get some help. 

He wanted to tell her he was about to check her in to a psychiatric ward himself. He was about to tell her she made him break a decade long no smoking streak not too long ago and that's why he disappeared those few moments prior. He wondered if the other members could smell the cigarettes off him. Wondered if they could tell he was jittery and uneasy.

God, Yoongi could only hope that he wasn't hearing right when he heard Sora speak. He could only hope he was imagining everything.

"Okay so, here's what's going to happen-" Namjoon's hands clasped together as if he was about to unfold a master plan until the door of the bathroom opened. All heads collectively turning to see you and Jungkook coming up the hallway, "Wait..." Namjoon mumbled when Jungkook's hand in your dropped the second he saw Yoongi.

It was too late and no one could stop a furious Jeon Jeongguk now.

"So what... you're just gonna let her hit my girl like that?!" Jungkook stalked up to Yoongi and pushed him, broad hands on the rapper's chest while he shoved him back, "You didn't even have enough balls to stop them?" He shoved Yoongi again this time harder, "I asked you to protect her and you get her hurt. Fuck you man." Jungkook swore and gave Yoongi yet another push to which the older only clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

You all tried to stop Jungkook but there was no use. Everyone knew he was waiting for his moment to lose his shit and here it was. You were in no shape to run after him either. Nor were you strong enough to hold him back. You barely caught up to him when he let go of you too. Wobbling and dragging your mummy wrapped foot behind you awkwardly as your boyfriend flew into a fit of rage seeing his hyung.

"Get away from me." Yoongi could feel his temper rising. The blood in his veins beginning to boil like a kettle, "I couldn't stop her from doing shit." He retorted, fists at Jungkook's chest and giving him a shove back as well. Just as hard and just as intimidating. The height and size difference truly meant nothing. This was all about dominance now. None of that alpha, beta., Dom-Sub shit though. But the type of dominance that meathead men dueled in when they wanted to be the one in power. An ego booster let's say, "You better keep your hands off me, Jungkook." He warned the younger as Jungkook got closer to him, making Namjoon get between the two band mates at once when the dancer raised a hand to hit Yoongi,

"Enough, Jungkook." Namjoon snapped and gave the youngest member a shove backwards on his own, "Back up. Now. I know you're upset. You have every right to be but you're out of control." The leader had a palm against Jungkook's chest to hold him away from Yoongi while you finally managed to hobble over to the guys before the chaos broke out, grabbing Jungkook by the wrist and trying to haul him back to you, "Take Y/N home and get her looked after. That's your main concern right now. Go." He pushed Jungkook towards you but the dancer only planted his feet on the floor more, making it almost impossible to move him,

"Let's just go, Jungkook, please." You pleaded with your boyfriend who only shot daggers at Yoongi even as you pulled him, "I want to go home." You could feel your face getting redder by the second, the pain in your face making you wince and your dead foot just as useless as Sora standing over there who did absolutely fuck all to stop her own boyfriend from beating Jungkook's ass.

"This isn't over." Jungkook mumbled and finally backed away, eyes finally meeting Sora's for the first time. He wasn't afraid to look her in the eye anymore, his expression cold and uninviting, "Get a lawyer if you don't have one." Was all Jungkook said to her, turning around and grabbing you by the hand, making sure you were alright to walk before leading you to the doors to exit the dorm.

Seokjin exhaled a loud and dramatic sigh once you and Jungkook left, the room suddenly feeling colder and more hostile than ever before, 

"Jesus fuck, we're all fucked."

...

"Just... give me some time. That's all I'm asking for right now. I have my tour coming... We're leaving the country soon... I just think I need a little space, that's all." Yoongi mumbled to Sora as she hastily pulled her heels on, "Like Namjoon said... we need to lay low for a bit before this gets out to the wrong ears. I can't afford to get in any heat right now." He tried to reason with her but Sora wasn't hearing it at all.

After you and Jungkook had left, Namjoon sat the couple down and warned them to keep their relationship basically nonexistent. No one needed to know what happened today at the dorms except for whoever was in the dorms. He told the couple he would also pay a visit to you and Jungkook tomorrow to tell you both the same thing. 

The last thing he wanted was for anyone to see you or Sora hobbling out of the Hybe buildings with black eyes and scratches on your faces. The leader and the rest of BTS were wary at who Yoongi chose to date. But they couldn't stop him. The rest of them could only hope and pray that he came to his senses fast... and soon.

"You asking me for a lot right now, Min Yoongi." Sora twisted around to face the rapper once she got her shoes on, "You can't even come home with me? I'm in pain. I'm hurt." She complained but he shook his head, muttering that he was exhausted and just wanted to be alone, "Fine. Be alone. See if I'll answer your fucking messages tomorrow." She backed away from the wall and grabbed the handle of the door, "See if I'll give a fuck." Sora finally said, twisting the door open with a hard pull and walking out of the dorm without another glance.

See if I'll give a fuck...

Her words branded Yoongi like a bad burn. The sound of her voice making his head begin to hurt. He didn't utter another word to her. Didn't chase her. Didn't even give her another thought. Choosing to slam the door shut as hard as he could allow it to and stepping back into his dorm living room area instead, grabbing the empty crystal glass full of Bourbon that he had poured for him and tossing the drink back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and lifting the glass he had in his hand, flinging it with one throw at a wall and letting the glass burst into blades of crystal,

"Fuck."

Once Sora had discreetly made her way out of the Hybe dorms and took the lonely walk of shame up the street to where the city life began again, she cursed Yoongi under her breath for not even having the decency to at least arrange a driver to take her home like he used to. 

She cursed you too for getting away with Jungkook in what she thought was an easy escape. You both didn't have to hear the earful from Namjoon. Or had to sit there with Seokjin, Jimin and Hoseok's judgmental stares on her face made her feel like punching all of them. She was beginning to hate Jungkook's overbearing group mates and soon realized, it was going to be harder to get to him when 6 other men stood in her way. 

Standing on the corner of the street with her jacket pulled tight around her body and her face half hidden in the hood of her coat, she held her phone to her ear after typing in a familiar number,

"It's me..." She breathed out, "Remember that girl you saw with Jeon Jeongguk at Namsan Tower a few months ago?" Sora paused as she listened to the other end of the phone line before a smile began to form along her face, 

"You still have the pictures you took of them?" 

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Istfg I wont take this long to update ever again

Forgive me

I love you