Rosé POV "Chaey..." I lifted my head up a little as I heard Jisoo unnie calling my name. "Ne?" I asked and she just frowns. "You're binge-watching again. You will hurt your eyes, silly," she muttered before plopping her body just beside where I am seated. I felt her grab a handful of popcorn from the bowl that was on my side before popping a few in . I raised my eyebrows at her as I pause the movie that I was watching. "What?" she muttered, her smile was so awkward I suddenly felt guilty why she and the rest of the girls have been acting that way ever since my outburst with Jimin. I my side once I heard my phone beep, signaling that I have received a new message which Jisoo unnie obviously noticed since my phone is just sitting at the top of the table. Yoongi oppa had been sending me messages asking if I'm okay which I did not return even once. I know he's only worried about my well-being since he'd treated me more of like a sister. Though I'm very grateful for his concern, that doesn't make me feel a lot better. A week. A ing week had already passed and not a single ing message from Jimin. No phone call or anything. I've read Yoongi oppa's messages and he told me to give Jimin space for the meantime. What space do I have to give to him and would he need that anyway? Well, after all the words that he's spoken last time, he can go himself and have all the space that he needs. I don't need someone who's ready to drop me like a potato after he realized how hot it is. I don't need him. After all, I'm a strong woman. "You do realize that you'll need to talk with jimin eventually right?" I heard Jisoo unnie. I wanted to shut up and forget about it. I don't want to think about it, about him or my situation. "Says the girl who keep on avoiding his ex, huh?" I smirked and she ended up with a grin. I leaned my back on the couch as I stare at the empty space in front, remembering his words The words he uttered, they were beautiful, the were selfless. But it was not directed towards my favor, but to those people who are obviously far way more important than I am. And I can ing understand. I hate the fact that I understand yet it hurts like a damn truck. They were there with him before he met me, from that moment when they were still struggling until now that they're almost at the top. Hell, they are at the top, together with our seniors who had worked hard to be there. And the fact that we had an arranged marriage kept coming back on my mind. I know that he loves me. I can feel it. And I would be lying if I say he doesn't give a about me because he does. And even if we've stopped talking for a week, I know he still cares. My guts tells me so. But don't I have the right to get hurt as well? At this point, at least I know where I actually stand. That even though we've encou