"No! Please let me stay, I need you," I whimper putting my phone down and turning to look at him.

"That's what I thought," He says eating his egg rolls, "I'm sorry... Can I have a hug...?"

"Fine," He sighs opening his arms, I shuffle into his lap trying not to cry into his shoulder as I cling onto him.

He gently rubs my back sighing.

"Thank you..."

"Eat. Your food's going cold, "

♡

I sit on my desk chair spinning in circles out of boredom when I hear my loud default ringtone fill the room.

I walk over to it placing it to my ear "Helllooo?"

"Hello, is this Jeon Jungkook?"

"Yes... Who is this?"

"I'm Jimin's boss, he recommended for me to hire you; I saw a few videos of you dancing, you definitely have enough skill for the job,"

"Woah. Woah. Woah. Seriously?"

"Yes, he explained why you couldn't except the job offer last time, just give it some thought, I'll call again in a few days once you've made up your mind,"

"Ok. Yeah. Thank you so much," I say trying not to squeel, "It's my pleasure," He chuckles.

He hangs up and I jump up and down squeeling, I go to call Jimin, trying to calm myself so I don't come across as too giddy.

"Hello?" He says with a yawn, "Your boss called me!" I squeal flopping back on my bed.

"Wait for real? Congrats buddy,"

"He said you recommended me don't play dumb,"

"Ok I couldn't just leave you at Subway. You happy?"

"Hm... I would be but I can't take the job..." I sigh sadly, "Why not?"

"Namjoon would kick me out if he found out I was working out, nevermind being a stripper. He'd kill me,"

"Not if he didnt find out,"

"He'd find out,"

"But what if he didnt?"

"Then I'd live in fear of him finding out. It would suck,"

"I have a place,"

"What do you mean?"

"I have an apartment. Could stay there,"

"I don't know... I'm used to living with Namjoon,"

"Then sneak around a little,"

"I'll think about it... But no promises,"

"Good. Just really think about the job offer. It would be good for you,"

"I know, I really want to, it's like a second chance to follow my dream..."

"Do it. You won't regret it."

"I hope so,"

♡

Taehyungs p.o.v

I sit infront of my mirror tapping my eyeliner against the side of my phone.

"You okay Tae?" Jimin sighs holding down my hand to stop me tapping.

I shrug with a groan, I turn in my chair to face him, "Is it possible to change the past and not remember it?"

"Not even a little, why? Something bothering you?"

"I cant decide if I fucked up"

"With what?

"I miss Jungkook,"

Jimin rolls his eyes, "Of course you do. You ended it because you didn't want more emotions you should've realized abandoning emotions hurts,"

"But I dont know if im just horny or if i6 miss him,"

"Seriously?"

"I dont know," I whine, "Do you miss him or his body?"

"I dont know," I whine again closing my eyes.

"You could test it, like I nearly fucked Jungkook but he left cause getting fucked by a guy other then you made him uncomfortable,"

"You almost fucked him?!" I say louder than I meant, "Don't act like you wouldn't've done the same."

"How far did you get?"

"Just shirtless, it was gonna be a threeway so it was going slow,"

"... I dont know if I have the right to slap you or not..."

"Why would you? It's not like I fucked your boyfriend, with how you left it I can touch Kookie as much as I want,"

"... Please don't," I press my lips into a thin line.

"I will if you don't get your shit together and ask him out,"

"I cant do relationships though. You know this, "

"Why can't you? Kookie is stuck with Namjoon right now, dating Trump would be an upgrade for fucks sake,"

I go silent not really knowing how to answer, I begin to tap my eye liner against my knee.

"Com'on Tae, go get your man before Yoongi and I fuck him,"

"What if it goes wrong and I fuck up?"

"He'll forgive you, you can't mess up with him as long as you have good intentions and even if you don't he probably won't notice,"

"... I don't wanna get hurt again..." I admit barely above a whisper, "You won't, he wants to help you and he needs you to help him,"

"... How would I even do that? He probably hates me..."

"If he hated you you would know, I've seen him hate people. And he just needs affection, proof there's someone he can really trust and loves him, who'll support him. So the opposite of Namjoon,"

"... Why do feelings gotta be so hard..."

"Because you try to block them out,"

"Because they suck,"

"Love doesn't suck, Kook could make you really happy if you let him, and he'll clean your shit,"

"But can I make him happy...?"

"Your existence makes him happy,"

I smile a little turning back to my mirror. I take the lid off my eyeliner and sigh, "I broke the tip,"

"Cause of all your damn tapping,"

"I tap when i think or i dont think. There is no inbwtween"

"I've noticed,"

"Do I call or do I go to his tomorrow?"

"Go to his today,"

"It's too late. It's like midnight chim. I'll go tomorrow, "

"Fine,"

♡

Jungkook's pov

I sit at a bus stop in the dark, rain pouring down on the glass of the shelter as I wait for a ride back home.

I sigh boredly wrapping my jumper around myself to protect myself from the cold.

A car speeds past spraying water in a tidal wave, it sprays up me soaking me head to toe, "Fuck!"

I sigh watching a man wrapped up in a big coat slowly walking down the road.

I push my wet hair from my eyes groaning agravated.

"Jungkook?" The man mutters stopping a few steps away once he'd heard my voice.

I look up and swallow before looking down, he didnt have a hood and his hair was wet and plastered to his forehead- droplets slid down every curve of his face. "Hi "

"What are you doing here?" He mumbles hesitently sitting beside me, "Waiting for a bus... What about you?"

"I was just on my way to visit you..."

I let out a small chuckle, "Visit me? Why?"

He shrugs biting his tounge before mumbling quietly, "Wanted to ask you something..."

I shuffle over making room on the bench for him to sit beside me, I wait for him to continue.

He bites his lip looking at me wearily.

I avert my eyes from him not wanting to stare, he's so beautiful...

"Do you hate me...?" He mutters his hands clenching out of nervousness.

I shake my head playing with my fingers in my lap, "No... You cant help it..."

"So you forgive me?"

"I don't know," I mutter glancing to him, "... What you did hurt..."

"Oh... okay..." I sigh "you make me so confused Tae..."

"How so?"

"You make me feel emotions that I can't explain and they are good but then they are bad... but I don't hate them,"

"Then... Would you mind me making you feel more?"

"What we had.. I cant do that anymore... It's like I have you but you're not mine and I don't like that,"

"I know, I'm not saying that... I mean will you-" He cuts himself off letting out a stressed sigh

"Will I what?" I mutter turning my head to him.

"Be my boyfriend...?" He squeaks timidly cringing at his words.

"Boyfriend?" I echo, my eyes scan across his face, "But I thought you didn't do that sort of thing,"

"Don't rub it in." He snaps groaning shortly afterwards, "I'm willing to try it for you..."

I find myself smiling as I reach up, brushing my cold fingers across his cheeks, "You sure?"

"Just say yes or no..." He mumbles his cold skin heating a little as he blushes.

"Yes," I mutter my eyes glancing to his lips.

He smiles placing one of his hands on mine and the other around my nape to pull me in to a kiss.

I close my eyes kissig his back trying to fight a stupid grin that wanted to crawl onto my face.

He pulls away letting out a relieved sigh, "I'm sorry in advance for being a shitty boyfriend,"

"Im sure you'll do fine," I chuckle brushing my thumb over his cheek, "I hope so..."

He kisses my cheek before standing, "Your bus will be here soon right?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Want me to wait with you?"

"Sure. You make good company," He smiles sitting next to me again, wrapping his arm comfortably aroumd my waist.