(Make sure to read this

chapter carefully. It may seem like

parts are just repeating but I've added

more details from y/n's perspective.)

"[Y/N] breathe," Jeffrey says frantically, gripping your shoulders. "Look at me. I need you to breathe. I need you to tell me what happened."

After Namjoon left, you tried calling Jeffrey to explain what happened. He picked up the phone but you couldn't speak through your sobs; Jeffrey called Nanami and they rushed over to find you hyperventilating on Namjoon's kitchen floor. Nanami is on the verge of calling an ambulance. She's never seen you have a panic attack like this before.

"[Y/N]," Jeffrey pleads, now cupping your face for you to look at him. Nanami's sitting behind you, tears flowing down her face as she rubs your back. Your eyes finally look into Jeffrey's and he begins taking long, deep breaths while you attempt to mimic him.

After a minute or two your throat begins to relax, allowing air to pass through. The burning in your chest slowly begins to ease up but you're instantly met with heavy sobs trying to escape your throat.

"It's okay," Jeffrey says softly, wrapping you into a hug, gently cupping the back of your head. "It's going to be okay." Nanami's eyes bore into Jeffrey's; he looks worried but not that surprised.

"He broke up with me," you finally croak out. "He told me he never wants to see me again and left." Both of their eyes widen as Jeffrey pulls back to look at you.

"He what?!" they both exclaim. "Why the fuck would he say that?!"

"He thinks," you pause to quickly inhale a few times, "he thinks I ch-cheated on him with J-Jungkook."

"What the hell?" Nanami says angrily. "How could he even come to that conclusion? Neither of you would ever do anything like that."

"It's my fault," you sob, burying your face in your hands. "It's all my fault."

Jeffrey gets off the ground to grab you some water while Nanami helps you off the floor, ushering you onto the couch. She wraps her arms around you as you continue to sob, your hands grasping at your chest, somehow hoping to relieve the ache inside. "Cry it out," she says softly, running her fingers through your hair. "Let it all out and then we'll talk."

You cry into her arms for what seems like forever before you finally begin to calm down. She's still stroking your hair as Jeffrey caresses your back, both of them offering words of comfort here and there. Jeffrey stays right where he is as you have one of his sleeves gripped as tightly as you can in one hand.

"Drink some of this, it'll help," he says softly, handing you the bottled water. You nod and take a few sips, but your stomach won't allow any more than that.

You stare down blankly into your lap, eyes glazed over from exhaustion.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Nanami asks, squeezing your hand. "Why do you say it's your fault?"

"You should just be blunt and ask him," Jeffrey says over the phone. "You've never been one to be timid like this, [Y/N]."

"I know," you groan. "I think it's because he's Jungkook. He's in Namjoon's circle. If it were anyone else I'd tell them to fuck off but I can't with him."

"Just ask. The worst that could happen is an awkward conversation," he chuckles.

Boy was he wrong.

"You're right, I need to address it," you sigh, turning over the napkin note JK had left you. It has his number written on the back. "I'm going to call him."

"Okay princess," he smiles through the phone. "Let me know how it goes."

"I will," you grin. "Thanks for talking to me Jeffrey."

You hang up and dial Jungkook's number, your heart beating out of your chest as it rings.

"Hello?" you hear his husky voice say into the phone.

"Hey, Jungkook, it's me. I got your number from the napkin."

"Ah, Noona," You can hear a little bit of frustration in his voice. "I'm glad you called. I'm so sorry for having to leave last night."

"It's okay," you smile. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that scandal. It must be terrible to have to watch your back like that all the time."

"All in a day's work," he chuckles. "So what's up?"

"Ah," you nervously clear your throat. "I was wondering if I could come see you? I wanted to ask you something. I also have your keys to give you."

"Of course you can. I'll be home around noon if that works? I'll make sure you can get through the doors."

Your brows furrow in confusion.

Maybe he meant his front doors?

"Okay thanks. Just text me which apartment number it is and I'll be there."

"Will do," he says into the phone. "I'm looking forward to it."

You hang up and sit on Namjoon's bed, staring into your lap as you try and figure out what you want to say.

Do I tell him he's making me uncomfortable? I mean he's not really making me uncomfortable, it's more confusion since I don't understand his actions. Do I bring him up maybe almost kinda sorta kissing me? God it would be so embarrassing if he wasn't going to. But also it would be good if he wasn't going to. Fuck, this isn't getting me anywhere.

You wanted to talk to Namjoon but he hasn't been able to. All you got from him was a text to wait at home. You have no idea when he'll be back, whether it's in five minutes or five hours.

"Whatever," you huff to yourself. "I'll just stop by Jungkook's for ten minutes and risk embarrassing myself to clear things up."

You start getting yourself ready and make some eggs and toast, putting on a movie while you wait for Jungkook to get home.

Around 11:50am you receive a text from him.

JJK:

I'm home. It's apartment 979

You:

I'll be there in ten minutes

JJK:

Okay beautiful, see you then

Your heart almost comes out of your mouth as you read that last text.

Unless he is just a world class flirt I am definitely not making this up.

You silence your phone and toss it onto the bed before putting on a simple yellow blouse and your favorite jeans. You stuff your phone into your back pocket and slide your sandals on and head out the door.

"Fuck, I'm nervous," you mumble to yourself as you step off the elevator. You make your way down to the end of the hall and take a few breaths when you get to his apartment door. Before you can even knock, Jungkook is swinging open the door.

"Noona," he smiles warmly, "come on in."

He looks good as fuck, probably just coming out from the shower. His hair is still damp and he smells amazing as if he's freshly washed. He's in a simple gray t-shirt and black sweatpants.

"Thanks," you smile shyly, removing your shoes before stepping past the entryway. You're heavily confused when you see two mattresses just sitting out in his living room.

"Ah, don't worry about those," he laughs. "Do you want anything to drink? I got this fancy wine I've been wanting to try."

"Oh, sure," you respond, hoping a glass of wine will calm your nerves.

His apartment has a completely different layout from Namjoon's. It's actually kind of similar to your old apartment but on a much bigger scale. The kitchen is to the left and the living room extends just past that. Closed doors are on the right wall which is what you assume to be bedrooms or bathrooms. The walls are a cream color, adorned with different pieces of modern artwork.

"Are you okay?" you ask from the living room, looking at his wall art. "You seemed kinda down on the phone."

"Yeah, I'm sorry," he huffs. "Those fucking douche bag reporters from last night have me in a bad mood."

"I get it," you laugh. "I know they're just trying to earn a living too but it's got to be so frustrating for you guys."

He doesn't answer so you turn around and see him standing with his back to you in the kitchen, looking like he's struggling with something. You start walking towards him to see if he needs help.

"Do you need any-"

"Noona do you like-"

You crash into each other as he turns his body around, red wine spilling all over his shirt. You reach out quickly and grab his arm to stabilize the both of you.

"Oh my god," you exhale, letting go of his bicep. "I'm so sorry, I was coming to see if you needed help."

"It's fine," he chuckles, grabbing a towel to wipe the wine off his arms. "I'm at fault for turning around so quickly."

"No it's okay I'm-"

Your breath gets caught in your throat as you see Jungkook lift the hem of his shirt and slowly pull it over his head, revealing his chiseled body in front of your eyes.

"Holy shit," you whisper, loud enough for him to hear.

"Thanks, I think," he laughs, setting the soaked cloth in the sink. "Ah, you got some on your shirt too."

Before you can react he's stepped closer to you, pulling the hem of your blouse to point out a small red stain at the bottom. Your heart's about to beat out of your chest when you look up into his eyes and see him staring down at you, his doe eyes melting into yours.

"J-Jungkook I need to-"

Your ears don't recognize the sound of the keypad being used until it's too late. Both of your heads snap to the large man standing in the entryway, his facial expression twisted in pain.

"Namjoon-hyung what are y-"

"What the fuck is going on here?" Namjoon growls, his angry voice causing the both of you to flinch.

Your stomach sinks, knowing Namjoon is already misunderstanding what's going on. "Joon this isn't what it loo-"

"Shut up," he grits through his teeth, tears streaming down his face as he avoids your eyes. "I'm talking to Jungkook." Your breakfast almost comes back up, hearing his voice laced with so much malice.

This doesn't make any sense. He shouldn't be this angry from walking in on this scene. Confused? Annoyed? Sure. But not fuming like this.

JK takes a step back and puts his hands out in front of him, not having a fucking clue what's happening. "Hyung, why are you so angry? What is going on?"

"You thought you could lie to me?" Namjoon seethes, hands balled into fists.

You look over and see Nari in the doorway, glaring at you with such an intense hatred it makes your skin crawl.

Of fucking course she has something to do with this. I should've known she'd go running to him before I could.

"Okay you're starting to get on my nerves," Jungkook says, running his hand through his hair. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You thought you could fuck [Y/N] behind my back? Do you think I'm stupid?" Namjoon spits. Your jaw slacks as you hear the insane words coming out of his mouth.

JK's eyes almost pop out of his head as he turns to look at you. "You're [Y/N]?" Your mouth is hanging wide open now as the pieces start coming together. He doesn't know you're dating Namjoon, that's why he's been shamelessly flirting with you.

"Don't bullshit me," Namjoon says angrily, walking up to JK.

"Joon, please," you beg, your brain trying to process too many things at once. You're beginning to realize just how bad the situation is. "I'm telling you it's-"

"I told you I'm not talking to you!" he yells, making you flinch as he finally meets your eyes. "I should've known better. Who the fuck would still love me after what you went through? I should've known you had an ulterior motive."

The way he's talking to you almost scares you. He's never yelled at you like this. The panic is starting to creep up into your chest as you look at him helplessly.

He turns his fuming gaze back towards his bandmate. "But you? I've known you for years. Practically raised you. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Namjoon-hyung, I need you to calm down," Jungkook says softly as he takes a step towards him, reaching out to gently grip his arm. "We can talk this ou-"

"Don't fucking touch me," Namjoon spits, slapping Jungkook's hand away from him. "I don't want to look at either of you." He turns away from the both of you, storming out the door.

This is not fucking happening right now.

You sprint after him, tears welling in your eyes as you brush past Nari.

"Joon, wait," you plead, gripping his wrist, "I need you to listen to me."

"I don't want to," he glares, ripping his arm from you. "Don't touch me." The tears spill from your eyes as you try to comprehend the situation.

"Namjoon! He didn't know it was me, he thought I was someone else. This whole time he didn't know my name."

Your mind is reeling back to when you first met JK. You didn't have your ID badge on, you had someone else's. When he picked your badge up off the ground he saw Boram's name written across it. You never actually told Jungkook your name.

You've fucked up. You always make fun of him for not using his high IQ when you're the fucking moron.

He continues to ignore you as you follow him through the hall and into his room.

Your eyes widen in a panic as you see him packing up suitcases, saying he's leaving. You jump to close them, trying to stop him. "You're not even letting me explain!"

"Okay fine," Namjoon says sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest. "Let's say Jungkook didn't know it was you. Then what's your excuse? Why did you almost kiss him last night and why were you in his room like that?"

Your blood runs cold as he asks about Jungkook almost kissing you. "Almost ki- what the hell?! Did Nari tell you that?"

"She showed me a picture to prove it." He glares down at you with nothing in his eyes besides pure hatred.

"I don't know what she told you or showed you but that's not what went down," you grit through your teeth. "He might've wanted to kiss me but I never would've kissed him back."

"So you admit he almost kissed you."

"No!" you yell, trying to control your trembling. "I went over there to talk to him about it."

"With his shirt off?" Namjoon scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"You don't even want to listen to me," you say to him, your voice shaking from your nerves.

"You're right, I don't," he snaps, moving to put more clothes in his luggage. "I'm leaving. You can keep the apartment. Keep the cars. Take whatever the fuck you want. Just don't talk to me again. We're done."

The tears pour out of your eyes, realizing he's actually going to walk out. "Baby please," you begin to sob, following him to the door. "You know I would never do this to you. Please don't go. I love you."

"And then he left. It's all my fault."

"You didn't know," Nanami says softly, stroking your hair.

"You just need to talk to him once he calms down," Jeffrey says to you. "He'll come around."

You remember the spiteful words that left his mouth before he walked out — the real reason you started hyperventilating. The pain in your chest has become so unbearable you're starting to go numb, losing the feeling in your limbs. Your lips stay parted as you stare blankly at the floor.

"[Y/N]?" Jeffrey says softly, grabbing your hand.

"Honestly," you whisper, your voice barely coming out, "I don't know if this is something we can come back from."

"Don't say that," Nanami frowns. "He's just hurt. I think anyone would be given this fucked up misunderstanding."

You stare at your lap, tears beginning to drip down your face again as your eyes glaze over. "He said something right before he left."

Nanami stiffens in her seat, knowing she's not going to like this. "What did that bastard say?"

"I know he just said it because he's hurt. I know he didn't mean it." You're not sure who you're trying to convince. Them or yourself.

"What was it?" Nanami grits through her teeth.

"He told me..." you pause as the numbness starts spreading through your whole body, tears still flowing down your face. "He told me I'm the same as Hae-Ran."

You stare blankly at the floor, feeling both Nanami and Jeffrey radiating with anger. Nanami had seen you that night. Bloody and beaten. Almost raped. Jeffrey wasn't there to witness the horror himself but he's heard all about it. He saw you lying in that hospital bed for days.

"I'm going to kill him," Jeffrey seethes, jaw clenched with rage.

"You won't have to," Nanami fumes, tears streaming down her face. "I'm going to kill him first."

They both wrap you in a hug and squeeze you as hard as they can and cry with you, Jeffrey now having tears pouring down his face as well.

God, please. Please just let me wake up from this nightmare. Or please, don't ever wake me up again.

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Chappy 47 ~

Going to YEET MYSELF

Two chaps today bc I couldn't wait lol. Speak well of me.

Me and were shocked more people didn't see this coming. We thought the badge thing was so obvious.

If it's not clear, JK saw Boram's name on the ID and handed it back to y/n. He thought her name was Boram the entire time.

I warned y'all you were not ready for the next few chapters lol

Vote or I'll end you.