Jimin stared coldly at the ceiling as he lay on his bed, hands intertwined behind his head. A constatn flow of thoghts flooded his mind. He was mad. Mad at Taehyung for being an . At her, for creating this mess. At himself, for dealing with it destructively. At the members, for not stopping him when he lost it. He sighed an angry sigh as he brought up his hands from behind his head. He traced the scabbed skin absentmindedly while thinking of the meal she had prepared, of how alluring she had looked in her dress, of how perfectly romantic that evening should have been. Quick to follow, however, were the memories of her sharp words. He closed his eyes preemtively and focused on regulating his breathing. "In through the nose, out through the mouth.", he whispered to himself. 

What truly bothered him wasn't not knowing her name, it was Taehyung knowing before he did. Regardless of whether she had actually told him or not, it made his blood boil. Of course he could've found out ages ago. He could've checked the name tag on her mailbox, the mail in her apartment, her wallet. But he didn't. He had wanted to her it from her, not from that sly prick. He had no guarantee Taehyung had even spoken the truth though. For all he knew, the bastard had just started for the sake of stirring things up. If that had been his intention.. "He sure as hell succeeded.", Jimin mumbled.