It's been nearly a week since Yoongi, you know, kissed me. I had talked to him since then, and I mean we were just talking. Nothing else. We decided not to tell Jungkook, he seemed a little scary. But, now that I know the truth, I have got to do something about him.

I kept picking up my phone and beginning to dial Jungkook's number, but then quickly putting my phone down. I just didn't know what to say. Yoongi tried giving me some pointers, but we all remember what happened with Sam. "Just tell him you want to stay friends." he would say, or "Tell him you don't think he's the one. It's fool-proof." 

"Says who?" I snorted, pushing him back. "The little voice in your head that said it was okay to tell Sam the exact same thing?!" I sighed. 

He rolled his eyes. "Jungkook isn't a girl. He'll understand. " He looked into my eyes and I felt an electric shock that I didn't normally feel. Normally, I got chills, but this was more of a electric sensation. He looked down and smiled. "Or maybe not. We'll just have to see." 

The rest of the day I spent coming up with worst-case-scenarios. If he went crazy, If he hurt himself, If he hurt me or Yoongi or any of the members really. After I imagined the worst possible thing that could happen and made my pre-decisions , I realized it would be much better if I just told him face to face. I wouldn't tell him if he asked " Is there someone else?" I wouldn't tell him if he asked " Did you even care?" The answer to both of those questions; Yes. Yes, there was someone else, and yes, I do care.

I headed out at around 4 and began walking, still planning out what he would say, what I would say, and what would happen afterwards. I decided a hug would be just fine post-breakup. I was waiting at the streetlight, watching young couples hold hands or sneak kisses before crossing, and I thought about Yoongi. I thought about him grabbing my wrists and him kissing me hard. I thought about his bitch-stare at Jungkook. 

I smiled. No, I don't think I love him, not yet. I do, however, know that he's the one I want to be with. I know that, at one point, I really did like Jungkook. I just didn't want him. That's not wrong, is it? 

Shaking my head, I continued my way to the Bangtan Dorm. I then thought about what I would tell him is he asked, "Why?". I thought about this and even when I got to the Bangtan Dorm, even when I was in the elevator, even when I was standing right in front of Jungkook, I didn't want to lie to him, tell him that I wanted Yoongi....that would be too harsh. "Hey, Jungkook." I said. He flashed a smile at me and gave me a hug. Reluctantly, I hugged him back. 

"Hey." He said. I pulled away from him, trying to keep as serious as possible. "What's wrong?" He asked. 

"Can I talk to you somewhere else?" I asked him. He nodded, looking confused. But he didn't ask why. This was going great.  He lead me to his office, a small room with a computer and desk cluttered with papers and cute Pop Vinyls. he sat down on the loveseat that was in the corner. He motioned me to sit with him. "What's up?" he asked, looking more serious this time. 

"Just promise me," I began, slowly. " that whatever happens, we remain close friends. " I took a deep breath, holding his hands. 

"Of course." he said. "What ever you do to me, I won't be mad. I couldn't ever be mad at you, no matter how much It hurts in the moment." he said. 

"And I hope you understand.....this was my decision..." I began again.

"You're breaking up with me." he said. Huh? He seemed completely relaxed as if he knew.....dammit Yoongi! "I get it. I kinda knew about a week ago. You were acting weird towards me." He said. 

"So, you're not mad?" I asked. 

"Nope. Not at all." He smiled. 

"Really?" I asked. 

"I totally understand." 

I was so taken aback by this. What? He wasn't mad? Not at all? This is so strange. "Thank you for understanding." I told him. 

"Can I have one last hug?" He asked. 

"I'm still gonna hug you, even after we're broken up, I'm not a monster Kookie." I said, laughing and hugging him.The rest of the day I spent chilling with the boys, talking about stupid stuff. I went home and cleaned up a little but. Not that exciting, but still. 

At least now I'm single.