There Y/N sat, holding a tub of ice cream in her hands, in the comfort of her bed.

The previous night went horribly.

After Yohan rejected her proposal, she ran into Taehyung's arms and cried. Yohan ran after her and said he didn't want to leave on bad terms, however Y/N said he could stick that up his ass. Yohan still offered for her to meet the new girlfriend, to which Y/N replied with, "YOU GODDAMN ASSHOLE! YOU REALLY THINK I WANNA SEE THAT BITCH??!" Y/N started throwing hands at Yohan, which didn't effect him too much, but some did really hurt.

Taehyung was holding her back, trying to calm her down. He told Yohan off and took Y/N to her house.

Y/N and Taehyung agreed to throw all of Yohan's belongings out of the house, however Y/N started to feel weird. She felt bad. This was the person she'd spent the last two years with. She put all her love and affection into him. She didn't want to go too overboard, so she put all his stuff in a luggage and threw it in front of the house. He could pick it up when he wants to.

Taehyung comforted her for a few more hours until he needed to go home to his boyfriend, Jimin. She thanked him and he went on his way.

Currently she is recalling all of the good memories they've had and how he could have left her, while drowning in her own tears. She was in the first stage of grief: denial.

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Y/N POV

Ding Dong

"What? Is it Taehyung?" I stood from my bed and put the ice cream tub on my nearby dresser. I vigorously rubbed my eyes and cheeks to get rid of the tear stains.

"Coming!" I yelled to Taehyung who was waiting downstairs. I didn't bother to fix my hair since it was my best friend.

At least I think it is.

Well, I'm like 99% sure it's him. No one else comes to my house, really.

I run down the stairs in my oversized t-shirt and shorts to open the door.

"Hey Taeㅡ" I open the door to a guy around my age. I was wrong. That is definitely not Tae. The 1% is real.

"Are you Y/N?" He asks, seemingly confused. He looks around the inside of my house, or at least what he can see from the small peek of the door.

"Oh, uh, yeah. I'm sorry. I look like a complete mess. I thought you were someone else." I sweatdropped.

"Peephole." He mutters.

"What?"

"You could've looked through the peephole." His finger points to the top of my door where my peephole was located.

"Ohㅡ I never thought about that." I slightly chuckled and scratched my nape. "I don't really use it that much." My voice became weak at the end, since I figured he was loosing interest. "You can come in if you want." I opened the door more so he would be able to fit. He bowed and walked pass me into the living room.

"So, uhm, what's your name?" I asked, since it seemed like he wouldn't speak anytime soon. He seemed like the shy type.

"Jeon Jungkook." He said clearly. He was looking around my living room from the couch. My living room was currently pretty empty since a lot of the photos were gone.

"Would you like anything to drink?" I want to be nice to this guest. It seems like he has no bad intentions. Plus he's cute.

"Do you have... Banana milk?" He looked at me while making the request. His brown hair is so shiny and round, he kind of looks like a coconut.

"Oh yeah, of course I do." Hell yes, banana milk. I quickly grab a banana milk carton from my fridge and give it to the boy.

I sat on the other side of the couch. "Thanks." He said softly. My heart busted a fat uwu. "I wanted to talk to you about... Yohan." Nevermind. That uwu has been tossed.

"Mm." I grumble bitterly. "What about him?"

"Do you know who his new girlfriend is?"

"No. And I'd rather not know." I stood up from the couch. "If you came to tell me that, you can leave."

"Oh, no no." He stood up as well. He brushed his hair with his hands and his eyebrows were shown. He looked like a completely different person! Oh my god. I was speechless. "I believe we have something the other wants." He smirked.

Bitch, this wasn't the boy I uwu'd. This person is hot, not cute.

"I know your ex's new lover. She cheated on me with Yohan." He sat back on the couch, and I followed.

"Oh." He knows her. He knows her really well.

"Don't worry. We can help each other."

"Help each other? How?"

"They screwed us over, now we'll do the same." His face is smug. He has something planned, and it probably isn't good.

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Music Credit: iKON - Killing me & RM&V - 4'O Clock