JIN
After seeing Y/n crying in Taehyung's shoulders and the way Yoongi looked at me, I went to my room.
I couldn't get off the image of my mind. It really hurt seeing her like this, but I knew I was doing the right thing. I didn't love her the way as she loved me, I wasn't in love with her. I knew she needed time away from me, to forget me. I knew she would thank me one day for this.
What I couldn't deny is that I missed her so much. Her laugh, her voice, our time together. She made me happy, but in a friend way, I was sure.
I knew that I looked like an evil in front of her eyes, but behind my cold stare and behaviour I was hurt, too. But it was for the best. I was doing it for her. For us.
Ring.
I sighed, grabbing my phone. It was a message from Samantha. I didn't answer it, putting my phone at the desk again.
Samantha was nice, I couldn't deny it. She was a woman, we had fun together and she was my distraction pill, I didn't know what I would do when she leaves. I was afraid I had to face Y/n.
Yoongi opened the door without knocking, making me jump a little bit because of the sudden action.
"What is wrong with you, hyung?" He asked, no bothering to close the door again. I frowned.
"Hey, calm down Yoongi. What happened?" I had an idea of what was going inside his mind, but I played clueless.
He breathed, trying to calm himself. "Look, I know it's not my problem and I shouldn't interfere, but she's hurt, really hurt."
"Who?" As if I didn't know who's she's talking about.
"You know who I'm talking about. She's still crying and all because of you." I knew it, and it really hurt me, but I needed to do it, it was the correct.
I took a deep breath before talking again. "Look, as you've said, it isn't your problem, so don't get involved. It doesn't concern you."
"It does it if Y/n is my friend, what she is. You're hurting her and you know it. Why are you doing this?" He raised his voice.
I ignored the last part for the sake of all of us. "Who am I to you?"
"You're my brother, Seokjin, but it doesn't justify what you're doing. Look, she's really sad and-"
He got interrupted by another voice coming from the door.
"What are you doing? Everyone can hear you yelling." Namjoon asked, with his arms crossed. Were we yelling? I didn't notice it. I looked at them. The both of them were mad and it was because of me.
"Sorry hyung, I was leaving, anyway." Yoongi gave me a last look and got off the room. Namjoon closed the door behind him.
"What happened?" Namjoon asked, softly.
"Nothing, nothing at all. He doesn't understand me, but it's okay, I know I'm doing the right thing." I said, confidently, even though my voice was kind of trembling.
Namjoon sighed when he realised what I was talking about. He sat in my bed, patting it with his hand telling me to sit next to him. "What Yoongi hyung said?"
"He said she's hurt, but I know it already." I said, looking at the floor.
"You tell him what are you doing it?" I shook my head. "You already know what I think about this, hyung." I nodded.
"But I'm not changing my mind. I know it's for the best. Is better this way for us."
"For us... or... for you?" What was he trying to say? "I don't think this is the best for her right now."
"I know, but it's the best for the future."
"Seokjinnie, the future doesn't matter, it won't arrive never. We always are living in the present, so please, think about it again, okay? Think about what I told you, will you?" I nodded. He gave me a look.
"I promise I'll think about it, I just need time."
"Don't stress yourself too much, okay?" He placed a kiss in my forehead. "Everything will be okay, unless you act like a fool." I giggled.
"I'll try to talk to her. But, the problem is, I don't know what to say. I'm sure she doesn't remember anything." Suddenly, I felt nervous. I could feel my hands getting sweaty.
"That's why you need to talk to her, explain yourself and let her explain what she has to say. " My breath increased.
"No, don't you understand? I wasn't supposed to know it, it was an accident, she was drunk." I stand up, my heartbeat increased.
"Hey, calm down. Don't scream at me. What's wrong?" I felt like I lost control of my body.
"I need air." I said, taking off my t-shirt.
"Woh, woh, woh. Hyung calm down. Breathe, okay? Breath." I listened to his voice, trying to calm myself. I grabbed his hand when I felt better.
"I'm scared, Namjoon-ah." I saw how his stare become softer.
He didn't say anything. After a few seconds, he hugged me tightly. I felt his hands caressing my hair.
"You're my best friend, Namjoonie." I said, feeling a tear run down my cheek.
At least I knew I wasn't alone, I knew he wouldn't let go of my hand.
"You're my best friend, too." I hugged him tightly, before he pulled away. "Let me help you, okay?" I nodded. "Will talk later, hm? Wanna help me make dinner?"
I put my hand on my chin, pretending I was thinking. "How about this, I make the dinner and you help me."
"Okay, okay. whatever you say, hyung."
We left the room between laughter.