[ JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V. ]

Confusing. Confusing morning.

I woke up, showered, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and bumped into a partially-naked woman when I came out into the hallway. Blushing, it wasn't a surprise Terin living in the same space wasn't an engraved memory in my mind yet. I swallowed my embarrassment, skipped around her, bowed in apology and walked to the kitchen where everyone slowly started to crowd.

I saw Yeri in the kitchen with Hoseok. The boy was eating, sleepy still, and it was a shock to see him awake so early. Grinning large, I skipped childishly over to the little boy. Dancing my way over, as I leaned in for a high-five, I got nothing. Brows furrowing, I asked, "Yeri-ah, where's my morning high five?" Then I tried to hold him, and he'd wiggle, whine and almost cry. That scared me, so I let him go and took a few steps back. The worst of my confusion worked when Jimin came into the kitchen and the child willingly jumped into the idol's arms.

Yeri was going to be staying back with Terin since we were going out for practice and rehearsal. As we got to the door, Hoseok said, "No no, I wouldn't want to trouble you." Then Terin, with a beautiful smile, said, "It's no trouble at all. You've got a gorgeous son." And I looked down at Yeri who shook his head. The boy wiggled, whined, and didn't want to stay behind. So, I got down to my knees that afternoon, brought Yeri into my arms even if he struggled to get out, and went, "He's coming with us to practice today!" The fact that Yeri instantly relaxed over my words, worried me. I side-glanced to Terin weirdly.

It was a hard first few hours. We were all working harder than hard, getting spot-on ready for the date of departure. Our tour was coming up after months of ups and downs. Time was here to finally break out of the drama and face good performances and music for the fans. In that mindset, I worked hard, I sweat profusely, and I had my tense muscles hit each beat that consisted of me. Occasionally, from the corner of my eye, I saw Yeri smiling and having fun. It was relieving to see, but an inch of worry graced my thoughts more. When I got a break, I scooted over to the boy who Hoseok fed and asked, "Yeri-ah, you having fun?" He smiled, nodded, and said, "Thank you for not leaving me."

When we got home it was dark outside. Yeri was sleepy and cuddled in Jin's arms. Everyone exhausted, the leader was missing from the vehicle, attending to his own family that broke out for needing him. Without Namjoon or Yoongi, Jin and Hoseok took best control—while us, the maknae-line, didn't care to bother—to tired to joke around.

Yeri stirred, waking up when we got inside. Once sleepy now suddenly full awake. I eyed that switch hard, making sure to follow Jin's boots while entering. Collecting in the living room and meeting Terin who walked in for greetings, she whispered over to Hoseok, thanked everyone for allowing her to stay over. I smiled. I bowed. Hoseok and Jin went to go help with her bags while Yeri stayed behind in my arms.

"Yeri?" I had asked, brows knit over how serious the adorable face looked, watching his father leave with Terin. I tried again when both left, "Yeri, what's wrong?" "Where is Daddy going?" he asked, and I said, "To drop your Auntie to the hotel." Yeri snuggled into the loose fabric of my hoodie and I softened, "Don't worry, he'll be back soon."

Before I could even blink, the boy stared up at me and whispered, "I...?"

Unclear I was. I asked, "Yes?"

Then he said words that glorified the worry within the pits of my stomach.

Yeri whispered in question, "Can I tell you something?"

[ JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V. END ]

Yoongi whispers in question, "Can I tell you something?"

I smile at his lips, humming a pleasurable sound while wrapping my legs tighter around hips. "No talking, more kissing," I laugh, puckering my lips and finding strength in pulling Yoongi down to me again. I love the way he kisses.

There's a twitch of his lip while against mine. He's smiling and that only makes my heart race faster while feeling every inch of his want for me between my legs. Shifting in small patterns, I tease him all while mocking myself. A purr leaves the back of my throat.

"I'm serious," he says through my pecks. Yoongi digs his fingers into the pillow under my hair, pulling his head away in an arch so my fluttering lashes can meet his gaze. "There's been a lot eating me up lately and the last I..." my fingers at his jaw felt the tense flexing he pursued while continuing, "I don't want to hurt you."

Neck sucking in, legs falling away from his waist, and eyes lingering away from lustful want to a loving worry, I say, "You won't hurt me, I've done this before." There's a slight smirk plastered on my face when Yoongi's eyes jump to meet mine.

"That's not what I meant—"

"Ooh," I giggle, hugging his shoulders cutely while threatening to nibble on his nose. He hates when I do that. "If it isn't the sexy-times that worry you my good-sir, what is it that bothers your balding head."

"I'm not balding."

"You will be, the more you dye."

Yoongi sighs, pecks my lips one last time and wiggles away to lay on the bed beside me. My naked knees move in together to create shields for my underwear that dirties. My legs twirling while the loose hoodie of his hugs me my vulnerable state well; makeup-less, showered, and ready for the last night in the cabin.

Wishing to cuddle into his side and have him wrap his arm around me, like he did almost every night, I pout when his hands are cupping his face and rubbing to gibe hard in his tired skin.

"What's going on? I'm sorry for not being serious."

"I want to say it, but I can't fucking say it," he groans this into his palms.

A tank covers Yoongi's torso. His sweats hugging his hips well. No matter how comfortable, the muscles at his arms, neck, and face all merge to harden. "I just can't," he grumbles repeatedly, "Fuck, I can't do it."

Now I'm really scared. Sitting up, my hands go to try and take his but Yoongi remains stubborn when it comes to holding back. My heart beats faster and faster, I wonder what's bothering him, what's hard for him to say. The curiousity kills me amid the love I felt flourish in these nights. With a soft, "Look at me," the wavering from me breaks through. "Please Yoongi, look at me...what's wrong?"

"I love you," he moans into his hands, "I really do, I do. It's scary how much I care about you."

"I love you too," My eyes are starting to water. I wiggle his bicep, wanting to see his face instead of the back of his hands.

"I-I love you so much."

"Are you crying?" I ask, bottom lip trembling now as tears begin to fall for me.

"Maybe."

"Yoongi!"

I whimper from the sudden smack of lips he does with mine, having my body hit the mattress faster than any shaky breath I intake. Arching my head away and whining, Yoongi ranges in leaving kisses desperately at my neck, my jaw, my collarbone, and I squirm. The only way I have him stop is from grabbing the rough of his cheeks and having his watery eyes face above me.

"Talk to me," I say with difficulty, my tears are starting to hurt the back of my throat as I swallow harsh through the pain. "You're scaring me...?"

"Why are you crying?" he asks.

I shrug, "I'm scared."

"Don't be."

"It's hard not to be when you're acting the way you are."

"I know." He sighs, trying to kiss me again but I don't let it. I don't let him distract me, too terrified to successfully have lips meet another.

With a hard look to his watery eyes, I whisper, "Tell me."

Yoongi nods but I feel the tension in his jaw from the touch of my fingers.

Laying on top of me, he makes sure not to crush me while leaning successful on the mattress below me. I hug him to me, reassuring. I think I'm able to take what's coming. I think I'm able to take what Yoongi's about to say to me.

"Icarus." He says the man's name. Yoongi says my ex-boyfriend's name and my brows furrow in slight worry as I ask, "What about Icarus?"

"Remember the time where you couldn't let him go? You wanted to be with him even after our," Yoongi takes a break, swallowing hard and I nod to make it easier for him, "Our wedding day."

"Yes, and you helped me get out of it...heal from it."

Yoongi's eyes shut at that, squinting and cursing, he tries to pull away from me, but I hold on. "What is it?" I beg, eyes watering all over, "Did I do something wrong?"

"N-No," his eyes shoot back open, "You didn't, you're perfect you're—" Yoongi curses before saying, "You loved Icarus and I talked you out of continuing to pursue him. You healed yourself...I just made you feel like shit for even trying to see the man."

"Only in the beginning," I say, blinking and feeling tears rain down the sides of my face, "But I understood where you were coming from. It was time for me to let him go...I couldn't keep hurting Icarus."

"I was a big part in making you come to those final decisions."

"Yes," I painfully smile, "That you were."

"I-I..." Yoongi's eyes shut again and when he does, a tear hits the corner of my cheek from the aspect of gravity. I rub the back of his hair, crying myself but showing no care in my emotions as I make sure he's okay. I want him not to cry.

"Could you cut to the chase," I whine, "I'm about to burst here."

"These past few months I've been feeling absolute shit."

"Why?"

"I feel like I've been lying constantly," Yoongi has trouble meeting my eyes at that. I breathe, my fingers loosening at the back of his hair in slow shock. "...that, that I've been a hypocrite..." My hands leave him completely. And with difficulty, Yoongi whispers, "I feel dirty."

It's difficult to strain my words next but I manage to find the strength and ask, "Why?"

With a scrunching face breathing in and out, Yoongi successfully cries no longer holding back. "I slept with Terin."

My world falls, I whimper and place my hands now as shields to my face. Yoongi tries to break hold and hug me, touch me, hold my hands but I flinch and squirm and don't let him. "When?" I ask. There is hope in my heart that loves him.

There is hope.

Yoongi takes a while to completely break my heart into pieces. But when he does, I'm a goner. A complete goner. With a broken chant of his own, he tells me the everything from start to finish. A finish that neither of us wanted.

Hope lost.

[ HOSEOK'S P.O.V. ]

"No, I'm not lost," I say sighing before glancing over at the driver in the front. "Just got to the hotel using a back route. I'll drop Terin to her room and be over right away."

I sigh when the worried, uneasy, and hesitant cooing of Jungkook on the other line ends with an, "Okay hyung. Come soon...I've got to tell you about what Yeri told me."

With a quick goodbye and a knitting of the eyebrows. I pant in curiosity over what Jungkook possibly wishes to tell me before straightening, placing my phone in my pocket, and helping the driver and security guard get two of the bags out from the back. Terin, with her sweet smile and breathtaking face stands awaiting by hotel staff that waits to help sneak through the back.

Once inside, checked in and in the elevator, security that works for Bangtan follows behind with the bags. He's a shadow to our bodies that walk forward.

With awkward smiles from me over to the woman that shyly looks over, the small talk in the small walls is long and excruciating. Once out, I pop, "Ladies first," and watch Terin walk out before me.

"You're the one with the wife and child, right?" the security guard behind me asks in a whisper. A smirk could be heard from the man's tone. I look back and acknowledge the man, nodding and going, "Fiancée not wife, but y-yes, that's me."

"Ah, I see. She a side-piece or something?"

"N-No," I whisper-yell back and the security who tries not to grin.

The man had a young-looking face, impressionable, possibly holding some family himself. I didn't care to ask as I find defensiveness brew onward. "I'd never have a mistress."

The security furrows his brows, looks to Terin's back that walks in front, then back at me, "You telling me a woman that's constantly been checking you out—a woman you've bought a hotel room for, snuck behind the building for...isn't your mistress?"

"I know where it all leads but I'm not, we're not—" I blink, tired and then huff an annoyed exhale, "I love my fiancée and would never—" I shake in a breath when I bump straight into Terin. She's stopped and in front of a door, my cheeks redden, and it doesn't help that the security snorts slight behind me.

"These are your bags," the man says. His grin is large as he places them down and professionally excuses himself to the end of the hallway. Before he leaves, Terin asks, "What's your name?"

"Lilo."

With a smile, she bows and thanks him. Lilo nods, pats my shoulder and says where to find him. I wish for him to stay so I'm not left staring at the eyes of the woman that wants me to kiss her. I can see it from the way she puts herself out there, the twirl of her hair, the bite of her lips, the extra unnecessary giggle when I make an uncomfortable comment on leaving.

"You'll be safe and sound here, I promise." I'm thinking of images. Images of my fiancée and how'd she'd gut me alive for even standing here too long. Swallowing hard, I awkwardly laugh and pull out my hand as a final goodbye, "It was nice meeting you."

Terin smiles, cute and so godly-beautiful that I somewhat melt. She takes my hand, shakes it, and says, "Nice meeting you too."

I nod, try to pull my hand away but she doesn't. She pulls me closer and her smile falls as the eyes from before resurfacing. I panic and spurt, "Look, I ca—" All swallowed as she kisses me, mouth smacked on mine.

I blink, I blink and the more I taste her my eyes widen. There is no way to kiss her back as I flinch my hand out of hers, pull my body away and take in a large wanted breath. Shaking my head, I say, "Terin no," in the most pathetic way imaginable.

I think it's Lilo who laughs in the corner of the hall. But when I look to shoot a death glare, my eyes narrow when seeing a stranger.

"So, this is who you've been cheating on me with?" a dark voice shouts.

When I look at Terin, I see that her eyes widen as well. She shakes her head and before she can say a thing, I've put the dots together. The man before us with his hand awkwardly clenching at his belt is none other than a crying, shaking mess: Terin's boyfriend.

What happens next is a daze. I see the boyfriend's hand flinch up his shirt. I see the man's tears and then I look to Lilo who pushes himself away from a corner, running and shouting out in horror. Terin screams louder than ever, making me go blind with blackness for a minute as I bat an eyelid and look back to the boyfriend. What I perceive makes me freeze—eyes wide, mouth open, and shocked far more for my safety from the moment Terin's lips were on mine.

Lilo's voice is slow, dragged out, and murky. He's no longer smirking, he's no longer innocently playing around. He's doing his job and screaming for me to listen. "HOSEOOOOOK OOOOON THE GROOOOOOUND NOOOOW!"

As my knees are giving out, as I'm complying, my eyes finally meet what everyone's been panicking over.

A gun. A gun held my Terin's boyfriend, pointed at me. The last I hear is how earth-shatteringly loud the pistol is. I hear it fire. I hear it pierce into flesh.

[ HOSEOK'S P.O.V. END ]

A/N: Lmao what is this mess. On the plus side I think my iron supplements are working, I shit black turds today. Your welcome. 😇