Fail

We sat knee deep in viscous tension. The only sound in the house was the violent pattering of rain against the windows, but that in itself just felt like a heavy hum underneath the silence of the room.

The 3:00 am air swirled and slithered around the six men and me, concern filled my lungs and entered my bloodstream, invading every single part of my body.

It's been a week since the whole 'face in titties' incident. It's scary how something so hilarious can burn into ashes so quickly.

Jimin found Jungkook's bed empty an hour ago.

He's been gone for more than an hour now, and nobody knows where he is, coupling that with the fact that we were in the middle of a storm sent us all reeling with anxiety for the young doe-eyed boy.

Jin paced in front of the door, each step ricocheting across the room like a gunshot, Namjoon articulated in a hushed pressed tone through the phone, contacting every public building in the vicinity, Hoseok kept moving, never staying in one place for too long, Jimin and Taehyung huddled close together feet bouncing and hair on end as they spoke through only their eyes, Yoongi sat painfully still, eyes clenched shut, as if one movement would cause him to snap.

I nestled into a corner with my hair threaded through my fingers, an odd mixture of anxiety and dread pulsed through me as I focused on a small smudge on the floor. My knees pulled against my chest as the world spun at a dizzying speed around me.

"Why the fuck are you even here right now?" I heard a bitter voice snap, words pounding aggressively into my body. I couldn't bring myself to look up, the dark feeling swelling through my body crystalized, freezing me in place.

"Hyung, stop it, now is not the time." The atmosphere turned so brittle it could snap, and if it didn't, I might.

"Yes, it is, Jimin! It was her fucking job to make sure this doesn't happen, and now that she failed, she's just sitting there, useless piece of sh-"

"Yoongi! That's enough!" Jin's distinct voice tore through his harsh words. But it was too late, I already heard it.

Useless piece of shit.

"Look up, Aemin" A low voice caressed my body, melting the ice that had frozen me solid. I slowly dropped my hands from my head, my eyes dragging upwards.

"Listen here. If Jungkook comes back with even a scratch on his body, you'll be out of this house and this job before you even can blink."

"Hyung!"

"It's okay, Jimin," I whispered in a hoarse voice, quiet, yet strong.

I lift my leaden body slightly to meet the six pairs of eyes on me but choosing to only focus on Yoongi's cold, bottomless ones.

"I understand, and I will go without a fuss."

"Then why are you still sitting here," he snapped angrily.

"Because it's my job," I answered curtly.

"A job you're failing at. Nobody here needs you, get out!" He waved his arms to gesture around the room, and the people who didn't need me.

Trust me, I know nobody needs me.

I let out a slow controlled breath in hopes of loosening my tightly raveled body.

I failed.

"And what's the oh so important thing you're doing," I snapped, flames licking at my throat.

A small smirk curled at the corner at his lips, a cold power radiating from the single movement.

"My existence is more than you could ever contribute."

The tension in my body melted through my pores, dripping out until I just felt weary.

I'm so tired.

"Jungkook!" Jin screeched, causing everyone's head to snap up simultaneously at the new body in the room. There was a stampede as everyone ran toward their beloved maknae, the heavy tension seeping out of the room as relief quickly replaced it.

Jungkook stood, his body quivering in the doorway as rain rolled off his body and pooled at his feet. Wet hair dripped against his skin like a spill of ink against old parchment, droplets of water traced the rises and dips of his face, before rolling off his chin into his already soaked shirt.

His members pulled him into hugs, ignoring the new patches of dampness on their own t-shirts, instead choosing to jump into questions and reprimands.

I stood so suddenly my head spun, but my face remained as smooth and cold as glass. Jungkook's Adam's apple bobbed visibly as I marched toward him like a clockwork soldier. A fire ignited over my entire body as I made my way forward, tension gathering in my arm as I lifted it palm outwards over my head.

I pressed my fingertips against his bone-cold skin, the sensation sending tingles down my spine and goosebumps rising on my skin. He sighed softly and let his eyes flutter shut as I delicately brushed away droplets of rain sticking to his cheeks.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly, tilting his head up and side to side to make it easier to make sure he wasn't hurt.

Jungkook's began to recognize the difference between when I'm trying to professional and when I'm just being freaky. When he realizes I'm trying to just do my job, he relaxes and lets me take of him the best I can.

He nodded in answer to my previous answer as I guided him to couch silently, not noticing the stares of the other members while they watch our interaction.

I toss him a dry shirt I had taken from the laundry a little bit ago when it had started raining. I swiftly turned around before I could catch a flash of his skin as he began lifting his shirt.

I tapped my feet like an old wind up toy as I waited impatiently until I could turn around again. Jungkook softly tugged at the hem of my shirt, indicating that he was now encased in his clean, dry clothes.

His hands remained on my hips, like he forgot to take them off, as I slipped a finger underneath his chin, forcing him to meet my disappointed frown.

"Where'd you go, bitch? I was seconds away from writing bad pick up lines all over your beloved white t-shirts. With Sharpie," I joked, wincing as the collective gasp around the room from my cuss word.

He laughed his soothing laugh, lips pulling away to expose his charming bunny teeth, making it harder for me to keep a straight face.

"The only reason I'm not trying to nag your head off is that I know they'll do it for me." I gestured behind me, trying to cover the chipped walls of my pride, which had been almost destroyed before Jungkook entered, with bright new paint.

"So, be prepared," I said narrowing my eyes in a teasing glare.

"Yes, ma'am," he giggled tiredly, which I could understand, as it was almost 4:00.

Half-asleep Jungkook was my favorite Jungkook.

"Let's get you to bed m'kay?"

He hummed in response, still sleepily smiling. I ran a hand through his still damp hair, before noticing an angry red line along his collarbone, crimson bubbling along it.

"If Jungkook comes back with even a scratch on his body, you'll be out of this house and this job before you even can blink."

A sharp bitter laugh ripped through me, so hysterical my knees went weak.

"What happened?" Jimin asked for all of them, as confused looks decorated their beautiful features.

I pointed at the scratch marring Jungkook's smooth skin.

I sobered up, bile rising up my throat and my breath stilling painfully in my lungs as the severity of the situation banged heavy punches over my body.

I turned to meet Yoongi's eyes, only to find the corners of his lips curled up in a cruel smile, smugness swirling in his dark eyes.

"You said you'd go without a fuss."

Damn, okay.

I bowed down low, my back aching at my lack of flexibility as I did so.

"I apologize for wasting your time, I hope you can find someone who could take better care of Jungkook," I uttered my voice raw with emotion and cracking slightly at the end from the wave of panicked tears crashing against my frail body.

"What's going on? Aemin, what are you talking about?" Jungkook asked, confusion lacing his tone.

I didn't answer, not even facing him.

"I'll turn my letter of resignation in as soon as possible."

"One of you better explain what the fuck is happening," I heard Jungkook call before all sound was cut off as I slammed the door shut.

What the hell am I going to do now?

I dropped in a crouch, a black hole sucking all feelings away, keeping them in the smallest and darkest part of my soul.

I just lost my job, how can I take care of my family now?

I failed.

I failed them.

I failed myself.

As much as I tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from my throat in the form of a silent scream. The beads of water started falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping. Sobs shattered me, snapping my entire body into sharp untouchable pieces, throat going raw from the sheer force of it.

This was my last chance, our last chance to find a way out, to start anew with no worries or problems.

Now it's gone.

What do I do?

I tried to slow my tears but only resulting in uncontrollable hiccups, my chest heaving and breaking with each sharp intake of air.

The light tapping on the door slipped its way through the cracks of my barely there consciousness.

Taehyung poked his head into the room, a nervous boxy smile slipped over his gorgeous face.

"Hi," he sang nervously in a smooth deep voice.

That simple action made a fresh set of tears to assault my almost calm body.

"No, no, no, please don't cry!" His eyes darted around the room as he entered, and began breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," He repeated, accidentally running into the bed, waving his hands wildly.

A stream of tears ran down his face, as a low sob made its way from his throat.

"Why are you crying? I'm the one who got fired," I slurred from between my sobs.

"Because you're crying!" he sobbed, still stupidly pretty.

He sank down next to me, making noncommital noises in my direction.

"I don't even know what you're saying!" I half screamed and half sobbed, dropping my hand's palm upward on my knees.

"I-I said, Jungkook just yelled at us on your behalf for a while," he hiccuped.

"H-he wants you t-to stay," he choked on his tears.

Now I'm confused. Didn't he want me out?

"Jin hyung and Jimin said you treat him very well, we all saw that when he came in, so most of us agreed."

"So, I'm not fired?" I asked running the back of my hand across my tearstained cheek, a small glow of hope igniting in my chest at his word.

I let out a celebratory screech when he nodded his head.

I grabbed his large hand, bouncing slightly, him joining with moments later.

In your face penis-head Yoongi!

He let out a cute laugh, boxy smile reaching his intelligent eyes.

"Don't think too bad about Yoongi hyung, okay? He's just really cold and protective, he didn't want anyone else to move in with us since the beginning."

He's still a whore in my eyes, but I can't really do anything about that.

"I won't be... hostile." Taehyung narrowed his eyes at me for a split second before shrugging, accepting the answer.

"You don't have to pretend to like me, you know," I added slyly, shrugging cooly at him.

"W-what?" That stutter was enough to confirm his feelings.

He sighed, realizing I noticed his slip up.

"It's not that we dislike you as a person, it's just we can't trust you so easily."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's just say we've had out trust broken before."

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A/N

Hehe

This chapter was so hard for me to write because yOoNgI oWNs mY sOUl

I feel bad for making him a bitch

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