The day had come to an end. I was returning back home with a smile on my face, a really stupid expression on, grinning too hard even though my cheeks hurt.

The thought that I could spend more time with him again tomorrow as I didn't have any lecture scheduled was not helping too.

I pulled out my phone from my pocket. Now I had Namjoon's contact number saved, and just that had me squealing internally like a stupid freak. However, opening my phone I was surprised seeing a text from Jungkook, but it seemed quiet unusual, coming from him.

It only said "I'm sorry."

If this was some kind of prank I swear I could kick him where he'd see stars circling around his head for at least three days, thinking that I flung the door open leading to my house and strode inside.

"Soomi." Jimin's voice made me stop. Turning my head towards the side, I saw him sitting on the couch with Jungkook by his side. "You're here." He got up.

There was something unusual going on here. At first look, everything seemed alright but judging closely I could see the air thick with a foreboding solemnity, and a sense of fragility, as if the invisible walls in the room would crack and burst open any time. And oh their expressions, their god damn expressions, crestfallen, and somber.

Jungkook was sweating and it wasn't because of the balmy weather. I'd seen him looking severely intimidated before but this was something else. On the other hand, Jimin face was hard, his jaw clenching, his demeanor reminded me of the time Jungkook and I had stolen his new pair of underwear and set it on fire as a prank.

But what did I do this time?

"What?" I asked under Jimin's intense glare. This was starting to scare me.

"I'll get straight to the point." He inhaled, his nostrils flaring in anger. "Are you dating your professor?"

"Hyung," Jungkook whispered from the side, his voice trembling. Jimin shot him a glare and Jungkook had to avert his gaze.

"What are you talking about?" I gave a quick response, my eyes travelling from Jungkook's face to Jimin's. Suddenly I was feeling terrified inside, for real.

"I'm asking again," Jimin said through his gritted teeth. I could see how angry he was, real demon-like angry, and I'd never seen him like this before. "Are you dating your professor, or not?"

"He's not a professor." I blurted out, vehemently. "He's only here as a sub, and, no! I'm not dating him!"

So Jungkook told him everything.

"I know. Yeah, he's a substitute, he's just filling in, still he's a teacher. He's a god damn teacher in your college and this is illegal!" Jimin shouted, with each word his voice only got louder.

Even though we were siblings and grew up together I'd never seen him so out of himself. I could see him shaking for how he was losing it.

"He's only five years older than me!" I yelled back since I had realized there was no point lying to him. In the meantime, I glanced at Jungkook who couldn't even look at me. And I wondered why he did that, why he ratted me out.

"For fucks sake, Soomi do you think I don't know everything? He was here only for a month and now he's moving back to his hometown soon." Jimin hissed under his breath.

"Hey, I didn't tell you that!" Jungkook protested from the side with his eyes wide in shock.

"You shut up kookie! I have my connections." Jimin couldn't but get angrier. Then he turned to me, his look fiercer and tongue sharper. He really knew everything.

"This substitute teacher guy, God knows what he has been doing to you! Even a child could weigh the pros and cons and think this guy would not be worth going for. I don't care how deprived you feel sexually and romantically, but he's not it!" Jimin pointed at me, his cadence reached higher and reverberated on the ceiling.

"Please Soomi I'm your brother and we are only a year apart. I thought you had grown up by now! You're not a teenager anymore! I don't even want to make my mouth dirty but do you know what these types of guys do? They can do things to you and move away, vanish just like that and you'd never know."

What did he mean by 'do things' to me.

Namjoon would never do anything Jimin was implying to. Not in a million years. He would not hurt me, and he knew the worth of consent more than anyone. It was me who even made the first moves.

"Why the hell do you care?" I brawled. "Don't make assumptions! I'm not even dating him so fuck off!"

"If you're not dating him why the hell are you acting that way?" Jimin let out a sarcastic laugh. "Mom would be so disappointed at you if she hears. Come on, a teacher of your college Soomi? Really?"

"You won't tell anything to mom."

My eyes started to get teary. I was hating this. Jimin was never so harsh to me, maybe when we were younger but we were grown ups now. I could have my own life, just like he had his.

"Oh, why won't I? You said you aren't dating him, but you do seem and sound like you have feelings for this guy. You really have no clue about the real world, do you? He's not only just a teacher but—" It looked as if Jimin had given up on me as he messaged his temple, looking deeply frustrated.

"He isn't just a teacher, he's moving away too. This is really fucked up Soomi. He's never going to date you, guys like him— they just take advantage of you! Why would he date a student? Because if he's gone, he's gone. He's out of this place and then he wouldn't have a reason to even think of you. Your first time experiencing something close to romance can't be this!"

Jimin really was at lose of words. He was deeply disappointed at me but I was more.

"I'm not dating him nor do I want that. Please, just, shut up. I don't wanna hear from you."

Saying that, I left the room, running upstairs to my bedroom. My eyes were filled to the brim with tears. I could hear Jimin's voice from downstairs, and quick footsteps of Jungkook who was following me from behind.

"You're going to stay at home. If you don't want me to tell mom you're going to stay right here tomorrow. I know you don't have any classes."

Jimin was still yelling and I heard it all. As I kicked on my door loudly for it to close, a hand stopped the door from doing so. It was Jungkook on the other side.

"Go! I don't want to talk now!" I spat. My whole body shaking as tears made their way down my cheeks. I really didn't want anyone to see me like this.

"I-I'm really sorry. I never thought he'd get mad. I thought he knew. Didn't we always share everything when we were kids?" Jungkook mumbled making my blood boil even more.

"Seriously Jungkook? Are you blind? We are not kids anymore! You guys made a group of your own, banishing me from there as soon as your puberty fully started kicking in." I sneered from the other end of the door in anger.

As I spat out what was inside of me all these years, I realized how lonely I had been. They were my friends, Jimin was a sibling, and they were all around my age, and I for a fact was more in the guy category than a girl, still I was biologically of a different sex. I was never fully a part of the boys, nor was I a part of the girls.

"You knew my relationship with Namjoon was wrong. And you promised you wouldn't tell anyone," I continued, my voice sounding distant and wavering.

As I attempted to close the door on his face, he slammed his hands on it again. "Jimin is your brother. From childhood we shared everything. Then later Taehyung joined. I never thought that you weren't a part of us. I always tell you everything because you're as important to me as the others. Even if Jimin didn't know I thought he had some clue. He forced me to say the rest—"

I had closed the door by then. Still I could hear Jungkook sigh from the other side.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I really am sorry."

Sorry wasn't going to cut it. It would never. Because knowing my brother, for how arrogant he was, he would never give in. We were close, yet there was this communication gap between us that started to grow when we started getting older.

Moreover, what he had just said sounded true. If anyone ever heard about my relationship with Namjoon they'd jump to that conclusion without a doubt.

Not that Namjoon and I had a relationship to begin with anyway...

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A/n: only one chapter left now.

If you think Jimin is overreacting then he isn't really. My brother (he's a year younger than me) got angry just like him when he heard I had become really friendly with this guy over the internet.

Because my brother's friend knew that guy and welp that guy had a bad reputation. Plus my brother thinks people can fake anything over the internet and I shouldn't trust a guy that much.

But that guy friend, he was the only one who could understand me. Most guys would always stay stuff like "you're so pretty but why do you talk like a guy? Why do you act so gay blah blah"

However, my bro was right.

I did some research and that guy was a renowned fuckboy in his school.

Plus he later confessed to me just like he did to at least a hundred girls and said it was 'real' this time.

Aaaand when I started avoiding him he straight up came to my house even though I never told him my address. He hacked my gmail and did that.

No ones interested in my long rant but really, brothers are right most of the time -_- (as much as I hate to admit it)