Y/N P.O.V

“I have nothing!” You yell into the small bedroom, your voice echoes off the walls sounding desperate and broken to both of your ears.

“Don’t say that,” Yoongi’s angry voice replies.

“Why?” You ask bitterly. “It’s true.”

“So I’m nothing to you then?” He nods, as if he’d already figured as much.

That’s not what you meant, he has to understand that. “That’s not what I meant.”

He puts his hand up silencing you. “It’s exactly what you meant.” He stares at you with vacant eyes. “I know that we were never as close as you were with the other boys. But I thought that maybe,” He cuts himself off shaking his head before continuing. “I thought that maybe after this week it didn’t matter.”

You step towards him, not understanding. “Yoongi? What do you mean?”

He steps back, keeping space between you. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing.”

“No!” You yell. “Don’t do that.”

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” He yells back, his loud voice causing you to rear back in fear, this side of him reminds you of Jungkook. He lowers his voice seeing your reaction as he runs his hand over his face, staring at you with pleading eyes. “What is it you actually want from me? Because I have no idea.”

“I don’t know,” You mumble, knowing it’s the wrong thing to say, but what else can you say?

He nods stiffly, turning around and heading for his bedroom door. You step forward, needing him to understand. You grab his hand, forcing him to turn back to you.

“Yoongi, please. Just let me explain,” You plead. You know if you hadn’t yelled first then you wouldn’t be in this situation, but it’s not like you can go back and change it now.

He pulls his hand from yours slowly, but his rejection doesn’t hurt any less. He looks at you, his eyes guarded against everything that he’s feeling as he responds in an emotionless voice. “You don’t have to, I understand perfectly.”

You stand there your mouth opening and closing as you try and think of a way to make things better. He smiles slightly before walking out of the room leaving you there. You don’t move until you hear the front door slam shut causing your legs to give way beneath you.

You sit on the floor for some time with your knees pressed against your chest, how did everything get so screwed up in only a week? You feel the first tear begin to slide down your cheek when you decide that enough is enough. You’re confused, Yoongi should know that. He’s the one that kissed you out of the blue and expected you to react as if everything is fine. So if anyone’s at fault it’s him.

You stand up, grabbing a pair of jeans and a somewhat decent top and put them on before grabbing your wallet and phone on your way to the door. You can’t sit here any longer, not after that.

~~.~~

When you shut the dorm door, you have no desire to speak with Jimin who’s striding his way down the hall in your direction. You think about dashing back into Yoongi’s dorm before he notices you, but he glances up just as your hand comes in contact with the handle, causing you to stiffen in place.

“Y/N?” His voice is full of confusion as he spots you.

You give him a small smile, not wanting to completely brush him off, but you really need to get out of here. “Hey Jimin.”

He comes to a stop in front of you, looking you over with curiosity. “What are you doing here?” His eyes move to your hand still resting on the handle, his brow furrowing. “Are you looking for Yoongi- Hyung?”

You move your hand away from the door, placing it in your pocket. “No, I was actually on my way out.”

He his head to the side. “Where to?”

You sigh, feeling completely drained. “Just out.”

He studies your face quietly and you hope that nothing of what you’re really feeling is shining through. “Do you want some company?” He asks eventually, surprising you.

You think about every reason as to why that’s a bad idea and shake your head slowly. You can feel the tears beginning to pool in your eyes again and you wish desperately for them to go away. “I kind of just want to be alone right now.”

Jimin notices your mood and steps forward. “How are you doing?” When your eyes widen at his words he continues in a rush. “I mean I know things got messy with Jungkook, and I haven’t had a chance to talk to you since then.” He tilts his head to the side slightly. “So are you okay?”

You know the longer you stand here and talk with him the more your head will spin with everything that you’ve been feeling this past week. The urge to have a drink burning down your throat comes over you and you take a step away from him. “I’m fine, Jimin.” You take another step back, wiping at the stubborn tear that rolls down your cheek. “Really.” You turn away from him then, beginning to walk down the corridor, you want to be out of here before Yoongi comes back and Jimin is not helping you accomplish that.

“Y/N,” He calls after you, but you don’t turn around. Your tears are flowing faster down your cheeks and there is no way you’re going to let him see that. “Hey, wait!”

You hear his footsteps behind you, prompting you pick up the pace; you opt to take the stairs down to the lobby so you don’t have to wait for the lift and ultimately be caught by a curious Jimin. The stairwell door slams shut behind you and you run down the stairs only slowing when you reach the sidewalk outside, the cool night air clearing some of the fog clouding your mind. You breathe in deeply walking down the street, wanting to be as far from that building as your legs will take you. Which unfortunately isn’t very far as you stand outside a bar only a block away. You push the door open making a beeline for the bar and take a seat on one of the free stools.

The bar is almost entirely empty, not many people wanting to brave the cold weather in order to fill their stomachs with alcohol; you unfortunately have a different mindset. You order your drink and hold it protectively in your hands, sloshing the liquid around the sides of the glass. Before this week you would have never walked down to a bar with the idea of getting drunk, those kinds of thoughts never even crossed your mind, and you wonder how everything got so screwed up to make you sit here now.

Your mind turns to Yoongi, how hurt he looked when you flat out rejected him. It’s not what you meant to do, but your confused mind prompted you to get out of the situation with him whichever way you could. You’re not entirely sure how you feel about him yourself anyway. It’s clear that he wants something more from you, but even he hasn’t made clear what that is.

And then there’s Jungkook, who before this week you were positive would never hurt you and yet you would have been a victim to his fist if Yoongi hadn’t intervened. And yet you can’t help but wonder what Jungkook is doing now. Is he sitting in your apartment by himself? Does he have another girl with him? Does he feel guilty over punching Yoongi?

Is he thinking about you?

You shake your head, finishing off your drink in one go to dispel the thought from your head. You don’t need to be thinking about that right now.

But isn’t that why you’re here? You want to figure out just what you’re feeling, yet your mind feels more clouded than ever. You wish you could talk to Tae, but he has made no move to contact you in all this time, and the last time you saw him at his own birthday party leaves you feeling awkward and confused. You sigh, ordering another drink and glance around the club. You catch the guy of a man sitting at a table not far from you; he lifts his drink to his lips taking a small sip and winks at you over the rim. You roll your eyes; that is not why you came here. You turn back around in your chair; you do not want to deal with other guys right now.

You finish your third? Maybe forth drink, when you feel someone’s hand resting on your shoulder. You turn; your eyes hard as you expect to see the guy from earlier finally come over to try his luck with you. You open your mouth to tell him to off when you come back to face with Yoongi, his cheeks tinted red from the cold outside.  Your gaze softens immediately as he gestures to the seat beside you, asking if he can sit.

You nod, not trusting your voice. What the hell is he doing here?

He orders himself a drink, tilting his head slightly to ask what you’re drinking before ordering you another. You sit there, unsure of what to say to him when he finally turns to you fully.

“Why did you come here?”

You turn the glass in your hand, there’s no way you can tell him the truth. “I was thirsty.”

He sighs heavily, not taking his eyes off you. You expect him to be angry with you, to give you some lecture as to why that’s a horrible idea, but he doesn’t. Instead he downs the rest of his drink and orders another. “Me too.”

You’re stunned. Maybe he’s just as confused as you.

“How did you know I was here?” You ask. No one knew you were coming here. You didn’t even know yourself until you were sitting on this stool.

“I ran into Jimin when I came back to talk to you. He said you’d looked upset and left.”

You raise your eyebrow. “I didn’t tell Jimin where I was going.”

He smiles shyly. “I know.” He takes another large sip of his drink. Liquid courage perhaps? “I looked in every window to find you.”

You feel your heart begin to thumb loudly in your chest. Why does he care so much? And why is it causing your body to act like this? You take another sip from your glass, your head starting to feel foggy not from confusion but from the large amount of alcohol you’ve consumed in the short span of time you’ve been sat here.

“Yoongi,” You breathe out, not sure what to say to him.

He shakes his head, stopping you from continuing. “I’m sorry about earlier, I shouldn’t have gotten angry at you like that.” He looks at you to see how you’re taking this; your face must not show how you’re feeling because he continues. “You’re confused, and you have every right to be. I shouldn’t have said what I sai-“

“Yoongi!” You cut him off, placing a finger against his lips. He stops immediately, shocked at your action. “Enough of the serious talk let’s just drink.” You move your finger away from him and he automatically his lips. “Okay?”

He smiles, raising his glass up to clink with yours. “Okay.”

“Oh my god! You have no idea how mortifying that was!” You laugh, throwing your arms around wildly as you remember the memory.

You receive stares from other patrons at the bar and Yoongi grabs onto your arm to stop you from hitting a man on his way to get a drink.

“You’re so ing drunk,” He states, but your current state doesn’t stop you from noticing the way his fingers linger lightly on your skin.

“Yeah, well so are you,” You giggle loudly, finishing off your drink with a smack of your lips.

He smirks at you, his eyes hooded and cheeks flushed pink. “Is that a challenge?”

You return his smirk, shifting yourself even closer to him. “You bet it is.”

He opens his mouth to reply when his phone lights up from where it sits on the bench with a notification. You disregard the message entirely and focus solely on the time. Your eyes widen at the late hour.

“Is that really the time?”

He blinks, confused for a second before catching on. “Do you think I’d have the wrong time on my phone?”

You grab your wallet off the bar and smack him with it. “I don’t need your sass. Let’s go.”

He shoves himself away from the bar and stands, swaying slightly on his feet as the full effect of the alcohol makes itself known. “,” He mutters, holding the bar for support.

“You’re such a lightweight,” You tease, but you still loop your arm through his as you both stumble out of the bar.

You make it back to your building, stumbling your way through the lobby and into the –thankfully already waiting – elevator. The ride to your floor is filled with uncontrolled laughter as you both try to remain serious. The elevator doors open and you both try to get out at the same time, causing you to bump into each other in the doorway. You stare at each other with wide drunken eyes before your giggling starts up again, not stopping even when you begin to walk down the hall past the other boys dorms.

You trip over your own feet causing Yoongi to laugh loud enough for the sound to echo off the walls,  you wrap your hand around his mouth urging him to be quiet.

“Shh, you’ll wake the others,” You state, though you can’t keep the laughter out of your tone.

“Fuggh, soreh,” He mumbles against your hand before giving it a teasing causing you to pull away from him in shock.

“Min Yoongi!”

He smirks, walking – stumbling – ahead of you to his apartment.

You stand outside his door tapping your foot impatiently as he tries to find his keys. He mumbles something under his breath which you don’t quite catch as he fumbles around in his jacket pockets. With a smirk and a drunken mind you move behind him, placing your hands in his jean pockets to help him search. He stiffens under your touch, trying to figure out what’s happening when your fingers brush against cold metal. You tug on it, holding it in front of him revealing the keys he was searching for with a triumphant grin on your face. He stares at you for another moment before grabbing the right key and unlocking the door.

He swings it inwards for you, allowing you to enter beforehand. You give him a drunken curtsey before walking inside. You wait until he turns around to step in himself when you grab his wrist pulling him against you. You smash your lips against his immediately, he doesn’t react for a second before he’s pushing you back slightly, a questioning look in his eyes.

“Are you sure?”

You roll your eyes, is he really asking that question right now?

You place your lips against his again and this time he reacts immediately, tiling his head to the side and deepening the kiss with a swipe of his tongue along your bottom lip. He pulls your hips against him, and you roll them up, causing you both to moan. He removes one of his hands to shut the door - did it actually shut? And begins to walk you backwards towards his bedroom.

The back of your legs hit the edge and you fall back against the mattress, pulling Yoongi down on top of you. In the back of your mind you’re convinced that this isn’t a good idea, but the less sober more insistent part of your mind tells you that this is exactly what you want. Jungkook ed you over, lied about you leaving him and then ed some other girl. You can’t find it in yourself to forgive him for that. Yoongi has helped you, and you’re still not sure what he really feels for you, but at the current moment you don’t care. Because Yoongi is here and Jungkook isn’t and that’s what you choose to focus on.

Yoongi removes both your shirts before joining your lips together once more, his tongue sliding into your mouth with ease. And it might be the alcohol or the lust in the room, but you think that maybe just maybe, this is exactly what you want.

Jungkook P.O.V

He couldn’t sleep. His mind too full of you that every time he tried to shut his eyes he’d be bombarded with all the mistakes he’d made. All the mistakes he’d made that had you running to find comfort in Yoongi. He wants to hate his Hyung, but he knows it’s his own fault that you’re there at all.

He’d been so mad when you walked out on him on Tae’s birthday, he’d acted on impulse, his first thought to rid you from his mind. He didn’t think that he’d actually sleep with something else, but when the girl was on top of him he succeed in doing what he planned to at the start. Rid you from his mind. It wasn’t until after that he felt the immense guilt of cheating on you. You didn’t come home for days and so he panicked, coming up with a lie to tell the boys that you’d dumped him. They asked him questions about why you left of course, you were close to all of them that they were hurt over you not saying goodbye. His own guilt made him mad, causing him to snap at anyone who mentioned your name.

When the reality is, he hates himself for hurting you. Maybe his hyungs are right; maybe he is just a kid.

He hears giggling coming from outside his door and immediately gets up from his bed to investigate. You’re the only girl who would even be on this floor, but why are you wandering the corridors laughing at two in the morning? He stands just behind his door, waiting until the shuffling of feet moves further down the hall before he opens it quietly, sticking his head out just enough to see without being seen. He shouldn’t have been worried; you were too wrapped up in yourself to notice anything around you. His eyes harden as he sees Yoongi with you, the two of you obviously drunk.

He watches as you both stand outside Yoongi’s door, looking for what Jungkook assumes to be the keys. He almost laughs at Yoongi’s struggle, but the sound catches in his throat as he watches you step closer to him, slipping your hands along his hips before they disappear into his pockets.

What the ?

You pull your hands out soon after, twirling the keys around your finger with a sly grin. Yoongi grabs the keys from you and hurries to unlock the door, swinging it open. You step in, giving a cute curtesy quickly followed by Yoongi. He boldly steps out of his own room then, walking quietly down the corridor to Yoongi’s room where the door is still wide open.

“Are you sure?” He hears Yoongi ask, slightly out of breath.

No!

!

Jungkook’s heart plummets into his stomach as he watches you firmly press your lips against Yoongi’s, who pulls your hips to his, drawing a moan from each of you which causes Jungkook to feel nauseous.

He ducks behind the wall as Yoongi moves his hand back to shut it. Jungkook places his foot in the gap making sure it doesn’t shut all the way. Neither of them seems to notice this as you begin walking backwards with Yoongi as your guide towards the bedroom. You disappear into the room and his blood boils. He turns on his heel, not bothering to close the door and stalks back to his room, only wanting to rid the image of you and Yoongi from his head. He slams his own dorm door, not caring who he wakes up and throws himself down onto this bed.

Sleep never comes to him again as he goes over and over in his mind every possible way he can get you back from Yoongi.

He really ed up.