"What the fuck is with the atmosphere in here?" Yoongi asks, frustratedly running his hands through his hair.

"Yeah, seriously," Taehyung frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm not sure how we're supposed to practice like this. Hoseok is going to get pissed when he sees this."

Jin, Namjoon, Jimin, and Jungkook all remain quiet, making the room even heavier. Namjoon and Jungkook look lifeless, refusing to make eye contact with each other, while Jimin looks furious, not looking at either one of them. Jin just seems sad, especially when he looks at Namjoon.

"Good morning bitches," Jhope cheers, skipping into the dance studio. "It's time to sweat and learn some new-"

He stops in his tracks, immediately sensing something's off. "Wait, what's going on?"

"They won't tell us," Yoongi huffs.

Hoseok locks eyes with Seokjin and they have some sort of telepathic conversation for a few seconds. Jin takes a deep breath and releases a long exhale before standing up off the floor.

"We can't keep going like this," he says. "It's been three days already."

Namjoon looks haggard, he hasn't eaten or slept since he left his apartment. He's been drowning himself in work to avoid reality. If he keeps his mind busy then he doesn't have to think about anything.

Nanami told Jimin what happened and he's fuming. He's angry with Namjoon for thinking so little of you and Jungkook. But he's mostly furious about the Hae-Ran comment. Jimin saw you that night too. You were almost sexually assaulted for fucks sake. To think that Namjoon could say something like that to you makes him want to throw up.

Jungkook's severely depressed, hating himself for putting him and Namjoon in this situation. He's been thinking over all of your previous conversations and everything that you've said is making more sense now.

The day Namjoon left you in the apartment he went straight to Jin's place, and it was ugly. He'd never seen Namjoon that angry and upset, it took Jin three hours to calm him down. Namjoon wept in his lap the rest of the night.

"Namjoon, Jimin, and Jungkook, you all need to talk," Jin says firmly. "We have an award ceremony this weekend and you guys can't act like this."

"I don't want to talk to him," Jimin spits.

"I don't want to talk to either of them," Namjoon spits back. He's not even sure why Jimin is angry but he doesn't care.

"Fine. I'll talk," Jin huffs. "Jungkook, why did you try to get with [Y/N]?" he asks bluntly.

The rest of the members' jaws slack as they all look at their golden maknae, his doe eyes filling with tears.

"I didn't know it was [Y/N]," he says shakily. "I met her at that magazine interview. She did the translation for my one-on-one."

"How could you not know it was her?" V asks, confused. "There's not that many foreigners around here."

"She had an ID badge that said Boram," he whimpers. "I swear I thought her name was Boram. I really had no idea."

"Okay," Hoseok sighs, pinching between his eyes. "That's believable because she really does have a coworker named Boram." Jungkook nods in agreement while Hoseok continues, "Did you do anything with her?"

"Of course he didn't," Jimin glares up at him.

"Only thanks to Taehyung interrupting them," Namjoon hisses.

Jungkook shrinks even smaller, knowing damn well he would've kissed you had Taehyung not called him.

"That doesn't mean she would've kissed him back," Jimin retorts, turning to face Namjoon.

"That's not what the picture looked like."

"It's unreal that you're taking Nari's word over [Y/N]'s," Jimin scoffs.

"Wait, what does Nari have to do with this?" Yoongi asks.

"Yoongi-hyung how about you learn how to control your fucking woman?" Jimin grits through his teeth.

"Jimin," Jin scolds him. "Watch it."

"No," Yoongi steps forward, "keep talking."

Jimin looks up at him, expecting to see anger but he's met with nothing but concern and confusion from Yoongi.

Jimin sighs, looking back down at his lap. "Nari took a photo of JK and [Y/N] at a bar, then ran and told Namjoon they were fucking behind his back."

Yoongi looks over at Namjoon but he avoids his eyes. "She was just worried about me," he mumbles. "Plus there actually was something going on."

"No there fucking wasn't!" Jimin yells, standing up with his hands balled into fists, Jin stepping in front of him. "You really have no faith in [Y/N] and it's infuriating!"

"So if you saw a picture of Nanami about to kiss Jungkook, and then you fucking walked in on them with him shirtless standing over her, you'd just not give a damn?" Namjoon grits, standing up to face Jimin, this time Jhope stepping in front of him. "Jungkook didn't know it was her. I get that. But for [Y/N] to let it get to that point is a fucking problem."

"Hyung, she never reciprocated," Jungkook says nervously, standing up as well. "I'm so embarrassed. I've been reeling over everything and it's all making sense. She kept casually mentioning you and giving me weird looks when I said certain things." He looks down at the ground, his face turning a deep shade of pink. "I just assumed that her flushed face and avoiding my eyes was her being nervous. But I was actually making her uncomfortable."

Namjoon stares at JK, watching the tears roll down his chubby cheeks and fall to the floor. His chest has been suffocating him the last few days, and seeing his younger brother so broken is devastating him even more. He believes Jungkook. And deep down he believes you too. But he's in so much pain he's finding it hard to think straight.

"Please talk to her," Jungkook begs. "You love her. She loves you. She wants to work it out."

"I'm not so sure about that," Jimin snorts, putting his hands on his hips.

Namjoon looks at Jimin in confusion. You were begging him to stay when he left, it hasn't even crossed his mind that you wouldn't want to talk to him. "What are you talking about?" he asks.

"You really are as stupid as they come," Jimin glares, making Namjoon shift on his feet. "You've fucked up and you have no idea."

"I'm the one who fucked up?" Namjoon gapes, not believing what he's hearing. "Did you hit your head?"

Jin quickly reaches out and grabs Jimin's arm as he tries to lunge for Namjoon, V stepping in to help as well. Namjoon flinches at the fury seeping out of Jimin's body.

"Jimin calm down," Taehyung pleads, gripping Jimin's other arm.

"No!" he yells, trying to break free of their grasp. "Let me hit him! He deserves everything that happened to [Y/N] to happen to him!"

"What the fuck is your problem?" Namjoon growls, moving towards Jimin, this time Hoseok holding him back. "Why are you even mentioni-"

"Do you not remember what you said?!" Jimin cuts him off; he's almost screaming at this point, tears brimming in his eyes. "How could you say that to her?! How could you tell her she's no better than Hae-Ran?!"

The whole room falls silent, all pairs of eyes falling on Namjoon as his blood runs cold, his hands starting to tremble. His adrenaline had been so high during your fight he barely remembered anything either of you said. Until now. It's all flooding back to him. Every part of the conversation he was trying to keep buried.

Namjoon covers his mouth as a wave of nausea runs over him, hot tears threatening to spill over his lashes.

"Did you actually say that, hyung?" Taehyung asks, his voice trembling. "After what Hae-Ran did to her, you actually said that?"

"I-I..." Namjoon stutters, his hand still over his mouth as he stares at the floor in shock. "I did."

"Fucker! She was almost raped that night!" Jimin grits through his teeth, Jin and V holding onto him as tight as they can. "Do you want to know the state she was in when Nanami found her?! She was hyperventilating on your kitchen floor! You just left her there after saying that!"

Hot tears stream down Namjoon's cheeks as he continues to look at the ground, absolutely mortified at himself. He had every right to be angry and upset. He had every right to be hurt. But he had no right to say that to you.

"Jimin please," V begs, grabbing his face to make him look into his eyes. "Calm down. Hitting him isn't going to solve anything, and you know it's not going to make you feel better."

Jimin pauses as he looks into his best friend's eyes; they're filled with nothing but sadness and worry. "Please don't fight," he whimpers, tears running down his face.

Jin feels Jimin relax against him and lets go of his grip, letting out a long exhale.

"Namjoon you need to fix this," Jin frowns, turning to him. "You overreacted and you know it. You know in your bones that neither Jungkook or [Y/N] would ever do this to you purposely."

Namjoon's weary eyes glance over in Jungkook's direction to find him quietly sobbing into Yoongi's arms, shattering him all over again.

"Jungkook," he croaks out, stepping towards him. "I'm sorry. This is my fault, I'm so sorry."

"No, I'm the o-one who's sorry," he cries, Yoongi gently letting him go so Namjoon can wrap his arms around him instead. "I p-promise I had no idea. I would n-never ever try to h-hurt you like that. Please believe m-me." Jungkook grips Namjoon's back as he sobs into his shoulder.

"I do, Jungkook," Namjoon says gently, more tears falling from his eyes as he strokes his youngest brother's hair. "I know you wouldn't. I'm sorry for doubting you. I was just scared and acted irrationally, being immature. I trust you with my life, I mean it. I'm sorry."

All the other members move in to give them a teary group hug — all except Jimin. He's facing the other way, his hands balled into fists as he looks at the ground.

"Jimin," Namjoon says to him, stepping towards him. "I'm sorry. I will talk to her and apologize."

"It might be too late, hyung," Jimin murmurs, barely loud enough for anyone to hear.

"We don't know that yet," Jin says calmly, placing his hand on Jimin's shoulder. "We all know [Y/N] and how she feels about Namjoon. His comment was inappropriate but he can at least try to apologize ."

"His comment isn't the only problem. It's that English bastard. Jeffrey," Jimin frowns, tears landing directly at his feet. He turns around to look Namjoon straight in his eyes. "He's been in her bed every night since then."

"Here," Jeffrey says, setting a bowl of potato soup in front of you. "Eat this. I'm only staying tonight if you eat at least half."

You look up at him, he's sitting on your couch as you're sitting on the floor, your elbows resting on the coffee table. "Fine," you grunt, taking a spoonful.

The nausea comes crashing over you in waves, making you gag a little, but you force it down. Jeffrey has been selflessly staying with you every night since the fight. He helped you pack up all your things and move them back to your apartment. There was no way you could bring yourself to stay at Namjoon's place after that.

Nanami wouldn't let you sleep here alone since Hae-Ran is still out there, so Jeffrey offered to stay with you. He tried to sleep on the couch the first night, but around 1am you jolted awake in panic from a nightmare. He came rushing into your room when he heard you sobbing, squeezing you in his arms and stroking your hair, reassuring you that everything was okay until you fell back asleep. He's slept next to you in your bed the last three nights, holding you every time you wake up in tears.

You're grateful for him. This is the second time he's had to pick up your broken pieces without asking for anything in return.

"Good girl," he smiles, placing a small kiss on the top of your head. "Do you think you can go to work tomorrow? Mr. Lim is worried about you."

"Yeah I think so," you mumble, staring down at your soup. You cried all day Sunday and then took Monday and Tuesday off, telling your boss you had a stomach bug. You couldn't risk running into any of the BTS members. You were a mess but you're doing better now. Nanami, Boram, and Jeffrey have all been rotating around on [Y/N] duty. You told them you didn't need it, that you felt like a burden, but they wouldn't hear any of it. You protested, but having someone there to distract you has definitely helped.

"Can we watch 'Train to Busan' again?" you ask him, eyes pleading as they stare into his. There's something about Gong Yoo's face that has healing properties.

"Of course we can, Princess," Jeffrey smiles, standing up to move towards the bathroom. He brought some clothes over so he can shower and change here, making it easier to go back and forth from work.

You stare down at your wrists as you hear the shower running. You can still see the faint scars if you look hard enough. Every time you see them your throat tightens, remembering your fight and Namjoon's words. The guilt has been eating you up inside, making you wish you could turn back time and handle things differently.

You've wanted to reach out to Namjoon so many times, but his comment about Hae-Ran remains in the back of your mind every time your thumb hovers over the call button. His words brought back a bit of PTSD for you, pulling up memories you'd hidden away. That's what's triggered your recent nightmares, making you wake up in cold sweats. You know he didn't mean it. You know he only said it out of hurt. But the hole it's left in your chest just won't listen to you.

"What are you waiting for?" Jeffrey chuckles, stepping out of the bathroom with just his pajama pants on. "Put the movie on."

You blink at his six pack, water still dripping down his v line.

"Stop staring," he says playfully, crossing his arms over his midsection. "Looking isn't free, it's going to cost you."

"That's fine," you smirk, raising an eyebrow. "I have plenty of money. How about $8,000 a night?"

"You've got yourself a deal, baby girl," he laughs, moving towards the couch after drying off a bit more. He remains shirtless as he crawls behind you on the couch, laying down with his head propped up on one of the throw pillows, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you close. His lips lightly brush across your shoulder, making your skin tighten and tingle.

His hand slips underneath the hem of your t-shirt, tracing his fingertips mindlessly over your skin, spreading goosebumps over your stomach.

Your heart doesn't flutter like it does with Namjoon, but you do find a sense of peace and comfort with Jeffrey that you so desperately need right now. You feel safe in his arms. You turn on the movie and nestle yourself more into Jeffrey's body, not even making it thirty minutes before drifting to sleep.

"I'm heading to work," Jeffrey says softly, kissing your forehead. "Make sure to be there by 10am," he smiles, pulling away as he heads for the door.

Jeffrey kissing your forehead has become pretty normal for you. Actually, Jeffrey kissing you everywhere has become normal for you. Everywhere except your lips. He'll peck your forehead before he leaves in the morning. He'll kiss your cheek when he comes back at night. He'll brush his lips against your shoulders as he cuddles you from behind.

Jeffrey slips on his shoes as you head towards the bathroom to finish getting ready. He's got his usual black slacks and blue button up shirt on for work, his sleeves rolled midway up his forearms. He likes to wear green or blue shirts because they make his eyes pop. He grabs his keys and opens the door, turning to yell, "Bye Princess! If I don't see you at work I'll see you tonight!"

He smiles to himself as he walks out and closes the door behind him, only for his breath to get caught in his throat after the first step.

His eyes slowly make his way up to the face of the last person he expected to see at 7am on a Thursday.

"Wow," Jeffrey scoffs, placing one hand on his hip. "You have some nerve showing up here."

"I'm not here to see you," Namjoon grits through his teeth.

"Well you're sure as fuck not about to talk to her," he smirks, making sure he's positioned completely between Namjoon and your door. "Why don't you and I have a little chat, shall we?"

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