Trust

"Honey, I'm home!" I screeched, entering through the door as if I didn't just figure out why Min Yoongi is such a penis head.

Jungkook snorted with a cheeky smile, his eyes not on me yet.

"Oh, you're still alive? Damn it."

"Haha, very funny," I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes playfully.

His glittering eyes lifted and then all at once turned dark and angry, a glare so intense I physically cringed.

"What did you do?" His normally soft voice was set in a grave, harsh tone. I choked slightly on the breath caught in my throat, the passion in his voice sent me reeling.

It took me a second to realize he wasn't talking to me.

"What did you do to her?" he snarled again to Yoongi who stood stiffly behind me.

Curse my tomato face.

Jungkook was mad, it was obvious in the way he held himself, the way he stood barely tethered to the floor, almost like he was going to float away if it wasn't for that thin string holding him back.

"Hyung. I'll ask one more time; what did you do to her?"

Oh, my shitballs. What is happening?

"I have banana milk!" I yelled, the hand holding the lukewarm banana milk shooting up, trying to ease the tension.

The dark haired boy simply wrapped his hand around my wrist tugging me behind him, paying no mind to the banana milk.

Yoongi's eyes narrowed at the action.

"Does it matter? Why do you even care, she's just a babysitter to you, Jungkook," Yoongi snarked, eyes still glued to the way Jungkook held onto me.

I gave a small sigh, tilting my head back in resignation.

As much as I loved drama, I knew these boys loved each other and I'm sure as hell not being the one driving a wedge between their friendship.

"I'm craving nuggets! Ugh, that buttery, golden crust, filled with warm tender chi-"

"Shut up, Aemin," they both snapped at the same time.

I had never felt so attacked before.

I huffed and dropped on the floor because Jungkook's unrelenting hold on my arm wouldn't let me sit on a chair.

"Why do you even hate her so much, she hasn't done anything to you!" he snapped, causing my eyebrows to jump to my hairline.

"She will do something! She's going to hurt you, Jungkook, I can't see you go through that again!"

Ooooh.

"Not everyone is going hurt us! She isn't Nari!" He stilled slightly at his own words, his eyes dropping to meet mine.

"Oh, don't worry. I already know all about all that fricked up shit, by the way, was the video like, hehe, or like oooh?" I asked, adding a pervy smile to emphasize my question.

"It was like oooh."

Oh my lord.

"You need holy water," I stated to Yoongi, my judge factor over 9000.

"What is she to you?!" Yoongi barked, eyes darting between us.

"I'm his main bitch," I said empathically, taking a swing of the banana milk Jungkook wouldn't fricken accept.

"Hey, Aemin, go ask Jin hyung to get food with you, I need to talk to Yoongi and I can't focus when you're in the room."

"I'm going to need you to let go of me first..."

I hid a smirk, trying not to make a comment about how he basically just said he can't focus around me as pulled my hand from his slightly looser grasp.

"Tell me everything when I get back!" I pointed a finger at him, walking backward until my back hit the door.

He simply flashed his bunny teeth and nodded, waving impatiently.

I reluctantly left the room, shooting a glare at Yoongi on the way out.

The lights were brighter out in the hallway, they stung my eyes as they bounced off the pristine white tiles.

"Oh, Soomin!" I exclaimed, skipping over to Jungkook's doctor.

Operation: Make her fall in love with me in a completely platonic way; is still in progress.

Which basically means I'm still a loner.

But at least I had Jungkook now.

"Aemin! Hey," she yelled back, trying to match my enthusiasm, but just ended up screaming.

"Okay, let's not do that anymore..." she muttered to herself, shaking her head adorably.

Aw, hehe.

"Uh, so what's up?" she asked with a smile, holding her clipboard to her chest.

"I'm trying to find the boys. Do you know where they are?"

She gave a tired smile, "Most of them left, but they're like five people left in the waiting room, okay, I'm going to sleep now, people are exhausting..."

I snorted, waving goodbye to her half-stumbling form.

As I made my way to the waiting room, I couldn't help but think about the rest of Bangtan.

It was funny, they were polite and kind to me, but I almost preferred Yoongi's outright hostility because I least then I knew where I stood.

Every smile they gave was incredibly guarded, they were only polite to simply not be rude; I would prefer no smile at all over a one simply for show.

Knowing this, I still craved their friendship.

I can admit it, I was way too damn needy.

It's not enough for me to accept their kindness, I needed real genuine compassion, real friendship to keep going.

Sadness is a funny thing; it's can last two seconds or an entire lifetime, but those two seconds could be the most painful moment in your life and that lifetime of sorrow could simply be a dull ache. Nevertheless, it holds on, it hurt, it steals, it remembers.

But it will always be there, so I decided to fill my life with so much happy that all sadness gets is a few tears and it's over.

It should be over.

Soo Ji hated when I had that mindset, she said it never let me grieve.

But grieving is remembering and there are some things I just don't want to remember.

How ironic is it that our friendship is one of those things now?

I closed my eyes briefly, shaking my head and pasting on a smile before sadness had a firm grip on my heart.

"Hey, Aemin," Namjoon greeted as I entered the room, briefly looking up from his phone.

"Hey," I responded with a smile.

"Uh, Jin, Jungkook told me to pick up food with you. Are you okay with that?"

He simply nodded, throwing his jacket over his modelesque frame.

Holy crap, how is he so handsome, the thirsty hoe part of me couldn't help but think as I met his eyes.

He could punch me and I'd probably thank him

I have issues.

We were in a simmering silence as we made our way to the car, and remained like that while we drove.

It was awkward, almost as awkward as I am.

I started bouncing in my seat unconsciously, my shoulders going up and down.

Jin shot me a look before exploding in a peal of loud squeaky laughter.

"What is it?" I asked, unable to hold back my own laughter.

"I was just thinking you've been spending way too much time with Jungkook."

"Huh? Why?"

"You were doing the shoulder thing he does, you kind of smile like him too, it's cute," he stated, smiling widely at me.

I scratched the back of my head with a flattered blush, Jungkook's smile was a beautiful thing, it was a nice thing to be told.

"You shouldn't say things like that, I might end up arguing like him too," I joked, and to be honest, it felt really nice.

"Oh, the horror!" Jin exclaimed dramatically, placing the back of his hand against his forehead in a swoon.

I burst out in laughter, unable to hold back any of my snorts.

"Why do you laugh like that!" he asked through his own wheezing laughter.

"Why do you laugh like that!" I retorted, still cackling.

We wheezed for a good minute, chest heaving in unison from a simple stupid remark. I missed being able to laugh like this, especially with Kim Seokjin, the man who's pretty face held a certain guardedness that felt impossible to peel back.

Although, I wasn't quite sure if it was real. The only thing is, I don't care. Whether it was real or fake I was desperate enough to accept it and hold it as an accomplishment, something of my own.

"Hey, can I ask you something personal?" Jin asked, pulling me out of my reverie.

I processed his question, before smiling briefly and answered with a short, "Yes."

"Do you like Jungkook?"

I spluttered a surprised laugh, short hiccup-like sound spilling from my lips.

What the hell?

"What brought that on?" I questioned, shooting him a puzzled look, eyebrows disappearing into my hairline.

He simply shrugged his broad shoulders, a small smile gracing his full lips.

I pondered his question for a moment, before shifting so my foot slipped underneath me and my shoulder pressed against the cushioned backrest of the seat. The dark roads expanded for miles ahead of us, lights of green, red, and yellow glowing across every angle, shadows appearing underneath hard ridges.

"Honestly, I don't think so, romantically I mean. But the scariest thing is that I think I could, he's easy to love," I breathed the words, my face hardening in a contemplative look.

"Why is that scary?" 

"Falling in love is easy, staying in love is the hard part," I answered, air filling my lungs as I spoke.

"You're quite the puzzle, Park Aemin," he stated, turning to smile at me for a second, his dark eyes assessing me for a brief moment.

"I'm sorry?"

"No one is that forthcoming with someone they don't know all that well, especially if they can't read the other person that well."

I smiled softly.

"Sometimes, you can keep your cards so close to your chest you can't even see them yourself anymore, so I just prefer to keep them on the table."

"So, that's why Jungkook trusts you so much."

"Huh?"

"Did anyone tell you about Nari yet?" the older man said softly, almost in a whisper.

I confirmed with a hum.

"We genuinely loved her, so so much. You actually give off the same vibe as her, open and kind, but after her, it's hard to tell if it's sincere anymore."

I fell into a cool bubble, seriousness taking over my features.

"We didn't think we would need to hire someone like Nari again because if anyone would overwork it would be Jimin, so we paid extra attention to him, but nobody expected Jungkook to react so profoundly," Jin stated.

"But he did, and you were unexpected nobody knew how to react when you arrived. I'm sorry for that, but when you get cut so deep it's hard to process how to behave around someone so similar to the person who held the knife."

"But I am not her," I stated coldly, a muscle ticking in my jaw.

"Jungkook saw something in you we didn't at first, he wants to keep you around, and I'm starting to see it too. You are not her, we know that, but trusting isn't you can tape together after it shatters as it had."

"Jungkook is our little baby, we can't handle seeing him getting hurt anymore." His lips hardened in a melancholy line.

"Promise me you won't hurt him, hurt us," he demanded, eyes narrowing briefly.

I wanted to snap at him, to argue how I was never gonna hurt him, to begin with, but I simply answered briefly.

"I won't hurt him, I promise." I looked over out the window, grey clouding my brain as my mind ricocheted between low and lower.

An overwhelming feeling of melancholy rushed over me like a wave, my body sinking deeper and deeper before suddenly pushed to the surface once again.

"You should ask Jungkook his side of what happened, it'll explain a lot," he stated, sensing my dampened mood.

We fell into silence before he spoke again, his voice coming in short wheezes.

"Hey, what do you call someone with no body and no nose? Nobody knows!"

Oh my god.

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A/N

WHAT'S UP

not my grades lol

ANYWAY I TRIED TO DELVE DEEP INTO THE THE OTHER MEMBERS AND WHAT THE WHOLE NARI SITCH WAS (whats the sitch... bitch KIMPOSSIBLE)

i need help

ANYWAY I HOPE I DID OKAY WITH THIS CHAPTER I WROTE IT AFTER I TOOK A NAP SO IDK IF ITS GOOD OR NOT

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