I ate my take out quietly as the others joked and laughed. Jin was telling his amazing dad jokes, while Yoongi groaned in annoyance.

       Actually, I wasn't really focusing on them that much. I was working on homework.

     "(Y/n)-ah!" Jimin wrapped his arms around my neck playfully, looking over my shoulder to look at my homework. "Need help?"

     "No. Not really," I hummed quietly, bitting my lip in concentration and trying to ignore the others.

     "Well, if you ever need help, ask any of us," Jin smiled sweetly, patting my head and threw away his empty box.

     "Of course," I beamed at him, looking up from my computer for a split second to give him a dazzling smile. The smile disappeared when I got a text. From who? Jeon fucking Jungkook.

Jungkook: You're too adorable

(Y/n): Leave me alone

        Stifling my groan of annoyance, I continued clicking my fingers along the keyboard, one ear bud in while I would take a bite of my food when I had the chance to.

         When I went to take a bite, I went to grab the fork, but the food was gone. Instead, I grabbed one of my oppas' knees, and blushed.

        Looking up, I met eyes with Yoongi, who was grabbing a fork full of food before placing the fork in front of my lips. Red darkening on my cheeks, I tried to splutter out my words. "W-what are you d-doing?"

         "Feeding you," he said nonchalantly. Taking of a deep breath through my nose, I hesitantly took a bite, then went back to working.

        "Shouldn't that be the maknae's job?" Taehyung bit the side of his cheek, and I knew he didn't want Jungkook to move from his side and feed me.

        Shrugging, I continued chewing my second bite, starting up my music yet once again.

       "If he wanted to do it, he'd be feeding her instead," Rap Monster replied calmly, channel surfing.

       "Let's not start arguing again," J-Hope rolled his eyes, a frown placed upon his features. Looking up from the computer for one second, I let Yoongi feed me another bite before making eye contact with my boyfriend- well... more like ex, but that should be saved for another time. We weren't exes yet.

         His fists were tightly balled up to the point the knuckles were turning pure white.

         "Jungkook, if you want to feed her so badly, come here,"Yoongi barked, also obviously annoyed by the youngest's behavior. He also rolled his eyes angrily when Jungkook refused, running his hands through his black hair to calm himself down.

       "I don't want him to feed me," I murmered quietly under my breath. Not even Yoongi heard me.

       "What was that?" Jimin asked nicely, and I shook my head with a sheepish smile.

       Yoongi kept feeding me, but as I continued working, I slowly spaced out. Fingers pausing, jaw clenched, my mind wandered back about an hour before.

       "How long have they been together?"

       "(Y/n), please don't hate me, or us," Yoongi ran his hand through his still wet hair.

      "I would never hate you."

      "Is that a promise?" He chuckled softly.

      "If you want it to be."

       "Then I'll be holding you to that promise," he ruffled my hair.

       "Can you tell me now?" I grabbed his hand and he sadly retracted it and let his arm lay limp by his side with a prominent pout on his lips.

        "They've been together since BTS formed, well a few months after."

       "Before we met?" I asked, lowering my gaze.

        I barely caught his nod, and my heart throbbed yet again. "Then why did he date me?"

        "To tell himself that he wasn't... gay," he sighed loudly, "and to lie to himself that he loved you."

        "To lie?" I blinked a few times, feeling a giant wave crash over myself.

        "(Y/n)," Yoongi waved his hand in front of my face, and I blinked out of the daze.

        "Hm?" I looked up, holding in my shaky breath.

       "Jungkook was trying to tell you something," he said gently, quietly.
   
        Feeling a chilling shiver travel down my spine, and I looked at Jungkook, who seemed absolutely frustrated.
  
         "Sorry, you were saying?" I lowered my eyes, unconsciously rubbing my wrist, embarrassed and shy. It's hard being the youngest, even if I'm the youngest by only a few months.

        "We have an interview before we leave," he explained slowly, trying to be nicer.

        "What does it have to do with me?" I accidently scoffed rudely. Some of the members were surprised, of course except Jin and Yoongi.

        "They want to interview us two, jeez," the slightly older male crossed his arm like a child.

        "Sorry, I'm going to have the pass. Homework," I spat coolly with a click of my tongue.

        "This isn't something you can just 'pass'," Jungkook clenched his jaw. "The less you show up and make yourself invisible, the more questions that are going to be asked."
  
         "When I agreed to date you, I never agreed to be this infamous side bitch," I spat, slamming my laptop shut. The others didn't matter right now. This was an argument between Jungkook and I. "Only when we started dating that you told me you were famous."

           "You're not a side bitch! You're my girlfriend!"

          "You don't treat me like a girlfriend," I heaved a big sigh. "I left my friends and family just to date you."

          "That's your problem," he bit his bottom lip harshly, and Taehyung scolded him.

          "I also wished I had known that I was just a lie," I laid back down, staring at the ceiling.

          "What do you mean?" He seemed genuinely confused, almost making me laugh.

          "Guys, enough," Rap Monster shut us both up. "If you aren't happy together, just break up."

         "You realize how much explaining that we're going to have to do?" Jungkook groaned.

        "Who cares? You obviously don't like each other," Jimin butted in.

        "Yeah, why not let (Y/n) go?" Jin asked calmly.

        "What do you mean by let her go?" I knew Jungkook was furrowing his eyebrows.

        "They're saying is to break up with her and let someone else date her and make her happy," J-Hope explained the obvious.

        "I thought this room was supposed to be peaceful," I grumbled, a slight yawn coming after.

        "Is that why you came down here?" Yoongi seemed to make all of the tension disappear, at least from me. Giving him a small smile, I giggled unconsciously. "Maybe."

         J-Hope whispered something to Jimin and Jimin snickered a small bit.

        "Do you want to sleep in here?" Jin asked nicely.

       "Well.." I hummed at the thought. "I wouldn't have anywhere to sleep."

        It was true. Now that Jungkook and I are on bad terms, I don't think it'd be as easy to sleep in the same room, much less the same bed.

       "I don't have anywhere to sleep anyways," I sighed under my breath.

       "I can sleep on the couch," Yoongi muttered. We all know how he likes his bed, and it warmed my heart that he was going to let me sleep in it, but I shook my head. "No. I'll just get myself a hotel room."

        "With your money?" Taehyung frowned.

         "Of course," I tsked, and stood up. I had changed a small bit ago to a crop top and some leggings.

        "We're only staying for a few more days," Yoongi grabbed my wrist gently before I could even reach the door. He was leaning over the edge of the bed, and if he leaned anymore or got pushed, he would land face first onto the floor.

         "It's fine. I don't mind paying for my own room," I laid my hand over his that was still holding onto my wrist.

        "It's not fine," he argued back.

       "Yoongi, stop. Two fights in one night is too much," I said, trying to yank my wrist away.

        "Then don't fight and accept that you're sleeping on the bed."

        "You are not going to sleep on the couch," I scowled at him, wanting to slap the adorable, yet frustrating rapper.

         "Then I'll sleep next to you," he declared.

         "No you won't. Why can't you sleep next to Jin?" Jungkook growled, walking over and pulling me into his arms.

         "Let go of me," I whimpered, once again uncomfortable in his hold.

        "And why are you so opposed to me being by (Y/n)?" Yoongi held his arms open. It looked so inviting, and I wiggled away from Jungkook and into Yoongi's grasp.
 
         "Everyone stop. It's late. It doesn't matter on where who sleep where. Now everyone get to bed," Rap Monster broke the upcoming argument. Everyone agreed, some reluctant, but went to their rooms anyways.

         When it was just Yoongi, Seokjin, and me, I flushed red, my heart starting to race.

         "Do you want to borrow a shirt or something and some shorts?" Jin offered me, noticing my uncomfortable outfit. Prying myself away from Yoongi, I gave Jin a shy nod. Yeah yeah, I could've gone to Jungkook's room to get my suitcase, but I really didn't want to.

         "You're so petite... I don't think any of our shorts will fit you," Yoongi rummaged through his suitcase, holding up some basketball shorts now and then.

         "If you have a big enough shirt, I can wear that as a nightgown," I swallowed the knot in my throat.

        "This is my biggest shirt," Yoongi threw a shirt at me after a few awkward moments of the guys looking through their luggage.

        Nodding nervously, I hurried to their bathroom before looking back for a small moment to ask them a quick question. "Can I take a shower real quick?"