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You ran a hand through your freshly dyed brown locks, letting out a small sigh of resignation. 

"He's going to punch you in the face, Yoongi."

"No ." The said male replied with a gleeful smirk as he looked over at you, gesturing for you to unlock the door since you had the code. 

Taking in a sharp breath, you looked at him with a look of apprehension. 

"Go ahead, open it. Nothing that bad will happen, right?" Hoseok tried to lighten the mood and nudged you in the shoulder. 

You shakily reached out your hand and pressed in the code. 

The door unlocked with a beep! and Yoongi strode in victoriously.

Heaving another sigh, you felt someone squeeze your shouler. You looked up and saw Taehyung's hand on your shoulder, him smiling assuringly at you. 

"Jeon Jungkook! Food's here!" Hoseok hollered.

"Coming!" 

Seconds later, Jungkook came sprinting down the hallway as you placed your bag onto the couch. You turned and saw him face to face, it's really been a while since you saw each other right into the eye this closely. 

"Hey." He said.

His greeting was soft, filled with an indescribable emotion. But it was evident that hostility was laced in the greeting, it sounded like he was forced into talking to you. Because he couldn't simply just walked past you like you were nothing but dust, right? 

Right.

You just found it hard to believe that he could treat you this way just because some other hot chick he banged turns out to actually be an okay girl. You couldn't believe that he was the same guy that looked at you with genuine love and care months ago, telling you that he loves you with all his heart.

Nonetheless, you said hi back and walked away, not forgetting to roll your eyes. 

It was truly starting to get on your nerves.

"Where's the food?" He asked, sitting himself on the usual seat when the others drop by, which was right across you. 

"Here," Jin announced, placing a few white ceramic plates onto the table with a soft but audible clink.

There were kimchi stew, pork belly, grilled marinated beef and of course the main dish: potato egg rolls with onions.

You took your seat uneasily beside Taehyung who had Yoongi beside him, opposite you were Jungkook, Jimin and Hoseok. Namjoon and Jin took the seats at the ends of the dining table.

The meal started off in a amiable mood, everyone was eating like nothing was really wrong. 

It was until you were almost finished with your food that Jungkook placed that damned egg roll into his mouth.

You bit onto your chopsticks. 

"What the hell?!" 

After cursing, he spat the food out back into the bowl he was using then looked at Jin with a piercing glare. 

"Hyung, can you kindly explain what this is?" 

Jin just blinked innocently and looked at Yoongi, who then opened his mouth to speak. 

"What's wrong? That's food, potato egg rolls. Why?" He said smugly.

Jungkook's mouth dropped open at his bluntless. "I said I don't eat onions, did you forget? Why are there even onions in the rolls?" He asked, bewildered and pissed off at the same time as he set his chopsticks back onto the table. 

Yoongi chuckled, "Then why did you eat Yoona's onion filled food? And not these?" He asked monotonously, lips pressing into a thin line. 

"You may think that this is a silly thing of us to do, but now that I see your reaction to this, it kind of pisses me off too." Jin stated, not moving a single muscle as he stared at Jungkook with an unreadable expression. "I spent so many years and time cooking for you and you always complain about the onions, so I started picking them out, for you. But what's this situation now?"

"This is stupid." Jungkook rolled his eyes, slamming his palms onto the table as he stood up. 

You looked away, wincing as you heard the chair roughly being pushed back onto the wall. 

"You're stupid." Yoongi muttered lowly.

"I asked you a question, you'd better answer me." Yoongi seethed through his teeth.

You looked up and he was looking back at you. No, not just looking. He was glaring painfully at you, he looked through your soul. You bit on your lower lip as you broke the eye contact, looking away guiltily. 

Jungkook spoke. "Because she made them for me, okay? She did. Happy now?" 

"Are you stupid or are you just being ing ridiculous right now? When Jin cooks for you, you complain about the onions, but now you're willing to eat her food just the way it is? Why? Just because she's pregnant with your kid?" Yoongi asked menacingly. 

"Dude, what's your problem, seriously." Jungkook rolled his eyes, having a staredown competition with Yoongi.

"If you think more about this, it's not just about the food here obviously. This is about your priorities, Jeon Jungkook. I beg you to get that pole out of your and please classify us into the right category of people in your life. What are we to you? We are your family, okay? Get this straight. Ever since you've been up and into that girl, the time you're spending with us dropped so bloody much. It's your problem to be responsible for the girl, but can you think about us as well? Or else you're just gonna throw us to the back of your care-list and gone, will be what we are." Yoongi spoke, tension rising in the room after each word spoken. 

Taehyung was the one to scoff this time. "And, it's not the 6 of us we're talking about. What about Hyomin? Have you ever once thought about how she possibly might have felt if you just left her like this in my care, then go running after Yoona? I don't know what to say to you anymore, Jungkook. This just doesn't seem right. Just remember that you were the guy who showered her with the love she deserved a month ago, ask yourself, where did it go now? Don't forget she was once all you wanted."

Jungkook laughed. "What about her? What did she tell you guys that you're turning against me now? She was the one that made me do this, she got me into this and now she's the victim of it all?" 

Your heart clenched as you heard soft gasps coming from some of the guys. You looked up and your eyes darted to Jungkook, who was staring at you impassively. A lump grows in your throat but you fight to make sure that your face doesn't show any emotion.

"That's not true—" Namjoon protests, but Jungkook cuts him off. 

"Stop denying the truth." Jungkook says coldly. "She brought this upon herself."

The boys could only gap at the scene as you looked away, you couldn't stand looking right into his eyes anymore, it hurt so bad. 

"This wouldn't have started if you weren't stupid with your actions," Jimin growled, bewildered at how Jungkook could still be this stuck up about this. 

"Do you think you're still right?" Namjoon asked, "Hyomin did this, not for her, not for anyone else, but you. She made you take care of Yoona because she wanted you to search your heart for a tiny bit of conscience that you'd be responsible for your actions. Do you think she enjoyed spending her mornings alone, when she could've been spending them with you? Do you think that she liked going to work alone or even waking up earlier for you? Did you think she didn't feel broken when she had to give you away like that to someone else, just because of something you did? That's selfish of you. From what I know, she definitely didn't enjoy seeing you all comfy and loving with a girl that isn't her." 

Your breath hitched as all the color drained from your face, hearing them talk about you was just unsettling. 

"No one forced you to do anything." Jin concluded, looking at Jungkook.

"I know, but I just wanted to be nice." Jungkook's glare felt like it was burning a hole through you. "I didn't know how much of a you really were."

Immediately after he said that, his eyes widen. Jin took in a sharp breath. Even the usual rash Yoongi appeared to be taken aback by his words. Different levels of indignation and disbelief are present on the boys' faces. 

No one said anything. Jungkook stared at you, stricken, his mouth open but not saying anything.

You were sure that you displayed pain in your eyes when you looked at him, so you quickly shook it off, looking away. 

After moments of rigid silence, you decided to speak for yourself. 

"So, this is the love you were talking about?" You asked, you voice wavering as so your feelings were. You didn't know what to say back to him, honestly. So you just let out a bitter laugh. A laugh at yourself for believing that he actually really did love you a little bit. "What happened to you being afraid of losing me?" Your question caught him by surprise as you looked into his eyes, searching for any sign that he was lying about what he said. 

Your hands pressed onto the cold glass table top as you stood up. Without words, you stumbled towards your room in a rush. 

Hot tears were threatening to escape, but you blinked them away.

"Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry." You mumbled to yourself, in hopes that you wouldn't show your weak side to Jungkook and the boys just because of stupid things like this, which Jungkook was right about, things that you brought upon yourself. 

You grabbed a backpack, and started stuffing some clothes, underwear and things of other sorts into it quickly. Quickly zipping it up, you opened the door and saw Taehyung outside the door, with a surprised look plastered on his face. 

"What are you—" 

"I'm getting out."

"Why?"

"I don't want this anymore, Taehyung."

Taehyung's eyes widened, but he sighed. 

"I'll drive, give me that." He tugged on your bag, making you hand it to him eventually. "Let's go," He pulled on your hand as he led you down the hallway. 

"Hyomin, where—" Jimin stood up abruptly form his seat, asking. "Jimin, don't." Taehyung warned, then looked away. 

You tugged your hand out of Taehyung's as you remembered something important. You turned to your right and there he was, Mongi. You weren't just going to leave him here like this, so you quickly got him into your hand, which he was small enough to be on. 

Taehyung grabbed your hand, "Let's go," he murmurs. "I hope you're happy, Jungkook." 

"Hyomin," Jungkook whispered, but you don't turn back around. Taehyung led you away quickly after you slipped into your shoes. Your body felt numb, just like your heart. 

"You can stay at my house for now, since you have Mongi with you." Taehyung muttered, as he opened the door of the back seats, placing your luggage down. 

His eyes then flickered to you, and the cold front he was putting on, softened. He looked at you, then smiled. "Get in first, I'll make some phone calls, alright?" He squeezed your shoulder and made you get into the passenger's seat after he started the engine. 

As Taehyung walked away, all the seriousness of the situation dawned onto you like never before. 

It just hit you like bricks, that you just lost your chance.

You hands turned cold and clammy, the temperature around you seemed to have dropped below zero degrees. You felt like something was weighing your heart down, it was heavy. Leaning back, you started feeling giddy and it got harder to breathe. The lump in your throat started rising, but you shook that off. 

"Don't you dare cry." You warned yourself.

Just when you were about to start hyperventilating, Taehyung opened the car door on the driver's side and slid into the seat. 

"I called my mom and told her that you were going to stay over, she's happy and I called Taeyeon too, she's going to be out of town for 2 weeks for business trips and she said that you can use her room and her clothes if you want to." Taehyung said, igniting the engine after pushing the keys in. 

You smiled, mumbling a soft thank you.

"I'll get you after work, call me." Taehyung reminded as the car pulled to a stop right in front of the office building. You quickly gathered your stuff and opened the door, preparing to get out after humming back to him as a response.

"And Hyomin, listen," He continued, tugging on your forearm as you looked back with surprise. Taehyung his lips and swallowed, seemingly to be contemplating something. 

He looked up again, making eye contact with you. "Be happy, don't care about anything else. See you, sweetheart." He broke into a smile, making you let out a small laugh at his actions. 

You placed a hand on his, squeezing it. "I will, thank you, Tae." 

After you set down your files, handbag on the table and you were about to sit down, until a soft voice called out your name. 

Of course you knew that voice immediately, and you reckon that it wasn't something happy that you're going to be told. 

"What do you want?" You asked, looking back and into her eyes. You saw her flinch a little at your harsh tone, but she quickly recovered and started speaking. 

"Can we talk? Privately." 

"Whatever." 

Grabbing your phone off the desk, you quickly walked to a secluded corner of the office, not wanting to spend any further time with Yoona considering how much had happened over the weekends, just because of her stupid lunchbox. 

Yoona bit on her lip, looking at you cross your arms with a quirked eye brow, wanting to know what she wanted to say to you quickly. "Can you hurry up? I don't have the whole day for you, I'm not him." You snapped, looking at her with a cold stare. 

"Uhm, I don't know if you know already but I'm still going to tell you about this myself." 

"What?" 

"I think I've fallen for Jungkook."