"Woon Hyung open up!" Larks loud voice called through the locked door,starling me. Jiwoon simply sighed, used to the boys antiques, as he got up to open the door. "Unnie has company!"

The rest of Larks words made Jiwoon stop short where he stood. He shot me a worried looks, asking for silent permission to open the door.

Biting my lower lip, I nodded my head at Jiwoon. Knowing Oppa, he'd give me time to calm down before coming looking for me. So whoever it was wasn't Oppa. That I was sure of.

"Unnie, if you don't want to talk to him, it's fine. I'll send him away." Jiwoon assured, not making a move to open the door.

I shook my head giving him a smile - but it only made me feel like crying all over, so I buried my face in my lap again. "That's not Oppa." I mumbled.

How he heard me, I didn't know. I know he heard me because he gave me a sceptical "Who else is going to come finding for you here?"

Still he unlocked the door.

I peeked my eyes over my knees - which I was hugging to my chest. The blanket over my head, clutched tightly under my chin in my left hand and a tissue pressed to my nose with my right.

Even though I was positive it wasn't Oppa who came looking for me, I couldn't think of anyone else who would. Not in the trainee dorms at least. Only Oppa, BangPD and Sejin Oppa knows that I even come here.

Seeing the person who did enter left me in shook. Of all people I did not expect her. Especially not to find me here.

Rubbing her arm, she gave Jiwoon - who was holding the door open for her - a hesitant smile. I pushed up to my knees, my blanket held securely around me.

"Mira-chan?" The words slipped out of my lips in a whisper. My shock coloring my tone.

Her eyes snapped to me and a bright smile instantly broke out on her lips. Tears sprang into my eyes and before I could hold my tears back they were already streaming down my cheeks. My lips trembling with my effort to stop crying for no reason.

"Haya!" She exclaimed and ran over to the bed. Not giving me time to react her arms were around me, holding me tightly to her chest. "Hey, hey. Baby don't cry. It's okay Haya. I'm right here and going nowhere."

Letting go of the blanket I held in tight fists, I wrapped my arms around her. Fisting my hand in her T-shirt instead.

"I'm so sorry Mira-chan, I had no idea what was going on. I really had no idea what PDnim and Oppa were planning. I'm so sorry, I -" I was blabbering into her T-shirt.

"Haya, Haya. Shh, it's okay." Mira whispered softly into my ear, cutting me off mid-rant. "I know darling. I know you didn't know anything that was happening. Your reaction when you found was enough for me to know that. So don't worry. I understand."

I pulled back slightly to look up at her. My vision was blurry with the tears that continued to flow down my cheeks. Mira's thumbs were instantly on my cheeks, wiping away my tears. Not that it helped. More tears were quick to replace the ones she wiped away.

"Really?" I asked childishly. She chuckled, nodding her head and cupping my face between her hands.

It seriously beguiles me that for two people who had pretty much the same characteristics, how she and Oppa hated each other. I mean yes, their personalities were very different. Oppa was the kind of person who hid his care behind a stoic facade. Mira-chan wore her heart in her sleeve.

But the care, concern and love they showed me tallied. I could never tell Oppa loved more than Mira-chan or that Mira-chan loved me more than Oppa. It's me who loves Oppa unequally.

"Truly." She agreed, pressing her forehead against mine.

I felt the bed dip and looked sideways to find Lark grinning at me. "Everything is okay now isn't it unnie?" He questioned, holding out more tissues for me.

Laughing I pulled back from Mira. I could only smile at him and accept the tissues. Another thing still weighed heavily in my heart. I didn't have the heart to tell it to them. Not after all the trouble he and Jiwoon went to cheer me up.

"We have to head back to practice, Unnie. Can you lock up when leaving?" Jiwoon asked. I didn't realise he was still standing by the door until he spoke up.

Sniffing, I shook my head. "I should get back to work myself. Besides, I want to show Mira-chan around." I told him, wiping my face clean. Thankfully my tears had stopped flowing. The lump remained in my throat and my nose still feel stuffed full of cotton. At least I stopped crying.

"You can stay as long as you want Unnie. We don't mind." Lark said keeping his distance from me. It was because of Mira. Usually he'd be hugging me by this point. What could I say? He was a hugger.

"I know Larkie." I said ruffling his hair. Giving me a bright smile he jumped to his feet and rushed to Jiwoon's side, attaching himself to him.

Laughing at his antiques, I carefully untangled myself from the blanket and got off the bed. Once I was safely in the ground I latched myself to Mira. "Let's go." I said, looking up at her with my head leaned on her shoulder.

Smiling at me she nodded her head, and I lead her out of the room.

"Good luck you two, do well in practice." I called to the two boys with a wave before stepping out.

"We will. Thank you Unnie!" Lark called after us.

I shook my head and looked back at Mira. I chewed my lip, still worried. Her reaction had been a total 180° of Haneul's reaction had been. Something seemed really off to me and I wanted to make sure I wasn't reading more into this than what's really their.

"What? Is their something on my face?" Mira asked, touching her face seeing me staring at her.

Quickly shaking my head, I looked down. "Not that." I mumbled to the ground. She gently knocked her shoulder against mine, a curious look on her face, urging me to go on. Biting my lip, I looked back down.

"Haya you can tell me anything. You know I'm not going to judge. Go on, say what you want to." She told gently, taking my hand and stopping me from continuing forward.

I looked up, then around. We were not alone, but hardly anyone was paying us attention. They were too busy doing their jobs to care about two girls blocking the hallway.

Taking a deep breath I looked back at her. "Are you really not angry with me? Even a little. Not only just about the contract, but about keeping the boys a secret from you, for lying about everything really." I asked her bluntly. I didn't know how to put it subtly and I wanted a straight answer.

Mira looked surprised by the question. Unable to hold her gaze anymore, I dropped mine to my pumps.

"Oh Haya." Mira whispered and the next thing I knew I was enveloped in her warm embrace. "No, I'm not mad at you for any of that. Hitman Bang already explained some things to me while we were signing the contract and others I deduced myself. I understand that you were probably banned from telling me anything-"

I pulled back at her wrong assumption, shaking my head. "No, that was my choice." Now that she knew the truth I'm not going to lie to her any more. Not even if her wrong assumption would make my life easier. I've seen lies destroy enough relationships. Even if they didn't happen to me, I've had too many second hand experiences to count.

Mira gave me a confused look. I sighed, grabbing her hand and starting to walk again. We were starting get too much attention standing there.

"Truth is Mira-chan, I knew Suga Oppa even before they debuted. So I was never given a contract to sign. I'm under no rules, not a single one, where it concerns the boys. It was entirely my choice not to tell you and no one is to blame for it but me." I explained to her, squaring my shoulders. It was only a facade. I was terrified that she was going to hate me when she hears the truth.

My gaze was glued to my pumps the entire time I talked. Mira was being too silent so I didn't know how she was taking the news. I was too cowardly to lift my gaze and see her reaction. So we walked in silence for awhile.

"Well, I think I can still understand why you didn't want to get me involved with them." Mira said finally. Her words took me so much by surprise that my head snapped up to meet her smiling eyes. I stared at her with wide eyes, words fleeing my vocabulary.

Mira laughed at my expression and gave a side hug.

"Knowing you, after seeing Haneul go through with what I just did, you didn't want me to get restricted by a contract. In retrospect blemishing the experience of truly getting to know everyone." It wasn't a simple statement as it sounded. Her expression said she wanted an answer to what she asked.

Smiling I looked down at the ground. She had hit bullseye and it was embarrassing to admit.

"Who told you that?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm your friend Haya, I think I know you well enough to deduce this myself." Mira said chuckling.

Pouting I shook my head, my gaze remaining on the ground. "No offence Mira-chan, but either Suga Oppa or PDnim had to have to said something about this to you." I told her softly.

Once again she remained silent. An indication that she didn't want to admit what happened.

"Did you fight with Oppa again after I left?" I asked. My heart felt heavy at the thought. It didn't look like the two of them would be making up any time soon and I'll have to accept that if I wanted both of them in my life. I could never sacrifice one of them for the other.

It was her turn to refuse to meet my gaze as she nodded her head. "Well... I wouldn't call it a fight exactly - just a small disagreement. Nothing for you to worry over." She gave me a hopeful smile as she said the last part.

Sighing, I nodded my head. We both knew their was little chance that I won't be worrying about this.

"It's not just meeting the boys Mira-chan, I didn't want you to hate me after the complications that come with a contract either. Haneul hated having to keep the fact she knows the boys a secret. She wanted to boast all over twitter, Facebook, Instagram and all. What she couldn't quite grasp was that I had the freedom to do what she couldn't, but I still refused to post anything with her and them in any social media platforms." I explained as we continued walking. Deciding to drop the subject of her fight with Suga Oppa.

She took my hand in hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. Our steps never flattering.

"How many times must I remind you that I'm not Haneul? Never, ever apologise for trying to protect me Haya. Because I love you for exactly who you are." Mira told me, her hand holding on to mine the entire time she talked.

Giggling I nodded my head, removing my hand from hers. Only to hook it though her elbow and stick to her side. "I love you too Mira-chan." I whispered leaning my head against her shoulder. I had to bend sideways to do this, but that didn't matter.

Two hours later, I had already shown her around the whole building, and we were currently cooped up in my cubicle. While the space was big it was private, with a door that I could lock to keep unwanted persons away.

Which was why Jungkook had to knock to gain entry to my little cubicle. No, not because it was locked. I hadn't bothered to as I wasn't working right then.

Mira and I had just been catching up on the past few days. The earlier incident still had me in an emotional wreak -even with Mira helping to keep me distracted. Seeing Jungkook appear our of the blue only reminded me of my fight with Oppa. This was the first ever time I'm holding a grudge against him.

It was by no means our first fight. We were too different from each other to avoid petty fights from breaking out. What made this fight different is that it's the first time we hadn't instantly made up and gotten over it.

When we normally fight for the person in the wrong feels guilty and we make up before the hour is even over.

It's already been about five hours since I walked out of the conference room and the fact that we were still mad at each other didn't sit well with me. I missed Oppa. And we'd only just fought. Yet I'm not willing to stand down my ground until he realises what he did wrong.

Mira opened the door for Jungkook seeing as I wasn't about to get up. I'm sure she saw the hurt written all over my eyes plain as day.

Jungkook gave Mira a bow as he stepped inside, but soon diverted his attention to me. He gave me his famous bunny smile and sat down on the chair Mira had just vacated, setting the tray he came carrying beside my keyboard on the only available spot.

"You both still haven't had lunch." He explained seeing the puzzled look I shot him. "Unfortunately they only had ramen remaining so that was all I could get. But I did manage to snatch your favourite dessert." The first part said staring grumpily at the tray, but the second part he shot me a bright, excited smile.

Any other day his actions would have caused me to laugh at how adorable he was being. Today I could barely manage to lift my lips up in a form of smile.

His smile fell seeing my failed attempt at one. Looking worried he took both of my hand in his. I still hadn't gotten used to him randomly grabbing my hand. It happened rarely and always out of the blue.

"Why don't you go and talk to Hyung if your worried Haya?" He asked softly. I don't think he noticed that he was playing with my fingers as he talked. The only reason I noticed was because I was avoiding looking at him by staring at our entwined fingers.

His question made my throat clog up, so I silently shook my head in reply.

"Yoongi Hyung is sorry you know. He doesn't like being angry with you. He keeps messing up all his steps, so I know that he is guilty about what happened." Jungkook whispered softly. I didn't even realise how worried he was until he spoke about Suga Oppa. Our fight is surely worrying all of them.

After all, this is the first fight they are witnessing between Oppa and I.

"I'm sure you can talk this out with Hyung and you'll forgive him because he was only trying to look out-" Jungkook cut himself short when I looked up. One look into my tear filled eyes was all it took for him to read the unvoiced words.

"Oh Haya." He whispered, his eyes crinkling with sadness, his tone softening more than it had already been. He didn't think twice before he easily pulled me off the chair and to his lap. His hand wrapping around me in a protective circle as he held me close to him.

Our current position didn't register on me either. Which was why instead of pulling away, a blubbering, blushing mess, I clutched his T-shirt tightly and buried my face in his chest. The tears I've been fighting back from the moment he stepped into the room spilling in an uncontrollable stream.

At the moment it didn't occur to me that Jungkook - who usually hated coming in contact with girls - was the one who held me so close in his arms - and lap - and was consoling me.

That particular moment I was too caught up in his soothing words and warm embrace. Not to mention his hand stroking my hair in a smooth, calming patterns. His other hand remained curled around my waist, holding me from slipping off his lap.

"I- it hurts Kookie." I stuttered out, clinging to him as if he was the only thing keeping me sane. In a way, it wasn't far from the truth. He was the closest thing to Oppa I'm going to get right now.

I and Oppa were too stubborn to make the first move.

"Where does it hurt?" Jungkook's soft voice was filled with concern. That's how I knew he thought I was physically hurt.

Shifting the slightest bit so our position didn't shift, I clutched my blouse over my heart. The action made Jungkook to pull me tighter against him, his chin resting on the crown of my head.

"Yoongi Hyung is not angry with you Haya." He told me firmly. His arms remained pinning me tightly to him and not letting me pull away in protest. "You know exactly where he is right now, so why don't you go make things right with him?"

I shook my head, snuggling into him. Wrapping my hand around his waist was an unconscious gesture that fell with our current position. "Not until Oppa asks forgiveness for almost making me lose my Mira-chan."

Jungkook sighed but dropped the subject. "You really are Yoongi Hyung's baby alright. Both of you are so stubborn." Jungkook laughed, unlatching me from around him, not making a move to remove me from his lap.

In fact, he loosely wrapped one hand right back around my waist once again as I was a sticked to him like a leech. Bobbing my nose he turned me around to face the food.

"You both should eat, or Jin Hyung is going to kill me." He said, holding out a pair of chopsticks to Mira - along with a cute bunny smile that made me want to squish his cheeks. For all the time I spent with him that was one thing I'd never dared do.

Had he been any other boy I wouldn't have hesitated. It's because he's Jungkook I held myself back.

Chuckling Mira took the offered chopsticks and sat down on the chair I was forced out of. Handing her a cup, he gently lifted me up and got up before settling me back on the chair.

I finally became conscious exactly where I had been sitting this whole time. My cheeks were instantly burned bright red. His own cheeks were dusted pink, not as bad as mine though.

"You two enjoy, I should get going before our choreographer gets mad at me." He said, looking from me to Mira. "It was nice meeting you Mirassi." He said with a bow and he was gone, the door clicking gently shut after him.

A/N~

I'm kinda excited for the next Chapter, it's gonna be really fluffy.

In any case, I hope you guys enjoyed the Chapter. I personally loved writing the ending.

I'm also sorry for taking so long to update. I was writing a special episode for JK's b'day tomorrow. I was so busy getting my idea together I forgot I was supposed to update Chapter nineteen. So look forward to another update tomorrow, except it won't actually be connected to this storyline. Well, not to the ongoing plot anyway. I hope you will like it.

On another note Shoutout to the most amazing person in the world, my best friend RizzyRidmiWick for finally writing a story. This is her first fanfic, so please give her story, Fling, love too. You can find it in wattpad.

Don't forget to leave constructive critisism or point out any typos.

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