I know I haven't talk to Taehyung for a week now since that incident and I'm truly sick and tired of it to be honest but I need to sort my feelings out, especially when he doesn't have any for me.

Over the week, he either goes to Jimin or Jimin comes over and yes I'm not calling him hyung because he ruined my relationship with my husband.

Don't get me wrong, I really love Jimin but he's putting a drift between Taehyung and I.

What got me even angrier was when Jimin called again for the millionth time this week, asking to come over once again.

I was just fed up and of course Taehyung agreed.

I sighed, giving him attitude before, as usual, going to my room before Jimin comes. I don't want to disturb their lovey dovey moments.

I hate life so much........

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Jiminie was crying again for the tenth time this week and I knew I needed to help out but anytime I tried talking to Yoongi hyung, he either changes the topic or walks off on me.

I pulled Jimin into my embrace, feeling sorry for my best friend.

"Baby, please don't worry, Tae-Tae is here for you,"

I tried cheering him up.

Suddenly a sound of glass dropping was heard and I quickly turned around, seeing Jungkook, looking at me with tears in his eyes as a glass of water was on the floor, shattered.

That's when everything came onto my mind.

He hasn't been talking to me because of Jiminie.

"Jungkook, this isn't what it looks like," I quickly said, removing myself from Jimin.

Jimin by now also got off the couch, looking at Jungkook's state.

"Kookie, please don't get the wrong idea," Jimin stated, I nodding in agreement.

I kept staring at Jungkook who looked so broke because of me.

All I wanted to do was just hug and kiss the life out of him.

"I'll leave now, I'm sorry," Jimin interrupted my thoughts.

I nodded as he took his coat, exiting the door.

"Jungkook!". I called as he immediately ran up to his room.

I ran after him before he was able to close the door on me, pushing myself through the door as he was about to lock me out.

I entered the room as he stepped to the other side of the room.

My heart was hurting so fucking much to see him like this. I'm an idiot for not realizing earlier.

I turned, locking the door before staring right into his beautiful eyes.

"We've got to talk," I started as he began to cry.