Taehyung's pov

My arms hurt like hell. So did my back and my head. I kept my sleeves down and kept walking faster and faster.

I reached the hospital and ran to his room.

Namjoon was there, standing on his feet, packing a bag of his. He was leaving the hospital, and I'm glad I got to find him on time.

He turned and looked at me surprised.

"Taehyung? Why are you here? Are you okay?"

He looked concerned and I tried not to approach him a lot. I didn't want him to know I'm in pain.

"Y/N... where is she? She's not at home, she won't pick up my calls..."I said and realised how desperate my voice was.

As desperate as I was.

"Didn't she tell you? She moved for a while, till we find a new home. She said she's at a classmate's house. Jungkook" he said troubled "I never really liked him to be honest, he seemed to be around my sister since a very young age, but she trusts him and I trust her. But why won't she pick up your calls? Did you two fight? "

I felt devastated as soon as I heard Jungkook's name. I was hurt, angry, jealous, upset.

Yet I tried to look calm.

"Kinda"

Namjoon smiled at me. I felt like he was the only one supporting me.

"I'm sure you'll find a way to fix it"

I wondered then, why did he trust me so much?

What did he see in me that no one else did?

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"JEON JUNGKOOK!!!JUNGKOOK!!!"I yelled with all my might outside his house.

In the middle of the night people were coming to their balconies, to see me yelling, to curse at me and tell me to shut up.

But I wouldn't shut up.

In the end, my friend came out of his house and approached me panicked.

"Are you insane?! What the hell are you yelling for at this hour??"

"Is she in there, Jungkook?" I asked, pointing at his house

"So you know..." he said slowly and I nodded.

He was about to say something and touched my shoulder. That's when I left by mistake a pained moan and frowned.

He froze and looked suspiciously at me.

"Why does your shoulder hurt?" He asked and when I didn't say anything, he also touched my hands, my back,even though I tried to stop him.

In the end, he grabbed my shirt, pulled up the sleeves and saw my bruises.

He didn't say anything. He grabbed me and took me inside his house.