Reader's POV

Yoongi asks Jimin in the coldest voice possible:

"What are you doing here with my girlfriend?"

Heart thumping, I slowly climb up the steps and enter the house. My fists curl up in anger.

"What the fuck? I don't know whether you forgot or you're just being an asshole, but you dumped me yesterday. So what right do you have to call me your girlfriend?" I say loudly. My voice is shaking and so is the rest of my body.

"And to answer your question, we were shopping, hyung." Jimin says stiffly before Yoongi could say anything.

I rub my forehead in frustration. That, Jimin, was exactly the wrong thing to say.

"Shopping?" Yoongi scoffs. "You shouldn't be doing something like that with someone else's girlfriend, Jimin."

Jimin takes two big steps towards Yoongi. He puts both hands on Yoongi's chest and pushes harshly.

"Hyung, what the fuck is your problem?! You just broke up with her yesterday, left her heartbroken, and now you're acting like nothing happened!"

Yoongi moves his arm back to throw a punch, but Namjoon stops him and tries to get between the two.

"Stop. Stop!" Namjoon says sharply.

Jimin stops trying in vain to hit Yoongi and steps back, breathing heavily.

"Also, what's this asshole doing in your house?" Jimin growls at Namjoon.

"I was helping him with the papers." Namjoon replies calmly.

"What papers?" Jimin asks.

"Leaving a Kpop group is a long process, so I was just helping."

Jimin steps back in disbelief. "What? What, now you're helping him leave? He's going solo, Namjoon hyung. So he should deal with the 'process' by himself."

"I was helping him as a friend, not as a band mate." Namjoon replies. He turns away from Jimin and faces me. "Y/N, can you-"

"Nope." I snap. "I've had enough bullshit for the night. I'm going home, so you three assholes can settle this issue. I'm so done. I'm fed up!"

I let out an exasperated sigh and slip out of the house, slamming Namjoon's front door behind me.

The cold wind slaps my face as I walk briskly towards my house.

They're unbelievable, those three.

First of all, there's Yoongi, whom I'm mad at for obvious reasons.

Then Jimin, for trying to start a fight in front of me, who had just said earlier that he wants me to be happy.

Then there's Namjoon. Why would he invite me over to his house if Yoongi was there? He was basically asking for disaster.

I finally get to my room, and dive face-first into my bed. I don't even bother to change into pajamas or take a shower.

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I have the same dream again: the one with the clouds and the bridge and the man standing at the end of the bridge, who is supposedly "the answer to all my problems, my true love."

The dream also ends in the same way, when the clouds start engulfing me and I suddenly know who the mysterious man is.

But when I wake up, I forget,

and the man remains unnamed.

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Jimin's POV

Namjoon, Yoongi, and I watch as Y/N leaves. I immediately feel regret as I see how angry she is. I should've remained calm in front of her.

"You know what, I'm leaving too." I sigh. I leave without looking back. I just wanna go home and sleep.

I barely pay attention to the road as I drive home. My mind is filled with too many thoughts.

Why would Namjoon help Yoongi leave the group? I get that he was just trying to be a good friend, but he wasn't thinking about BTS. He knows how bad Yoongi's departure is for BTS.

Never mind. I don't want to think about that or anything else right now. I just want to rest.

When I get home, I drag myself to the kitchen and find Taehyung sitting at the table. His head is resting on the table, along with two empty bottles of soju.

I approach him slowly. Taehyung almost never drinks unless we're celebrating something, but in that case we only let ourselves drink one or two shots.

But in the rare cases when he drinks heavily, it's because he's deeply troubled.

"Taehyung." I mumble, poking his arm. When he doesn't move, I poke harder.

Still nothing.

"Hey." I say as I shake his shoulder. He groans lightly and slowly lifts his head from the table.

He turns his head towards me, but his eyes are only half open.

"Chimchim?" He mumbles. "Is that you?"

"Yeah, cmon, go to bed." I answer. I take his arm and place it around my shoulders. He gets up and we slowly walk together towards his room.

We finally get to his room and he falls back on the bed.

I stare at him for a few moments, then I say quietly, "Taehyung, why'd you drink? You told me you hated drinking."

I shake my head in disappointment, then I turn to the door and start to leave-

Apparently he heard me. "Because... because of you."

His voice is barely a whisper.

I slowly turn around again and walk closer to the bed. I frown in confusion as I watch his face, so peaceful and calm. A small smile forms on his lips, and his eyes are still closed.

"It's you." He mumbles. Then he turns on his side, his back facing me.

I blink. "O-ok, but next time if you're troubled talk to someone instead of drowning all your problems in alcohol. Talk to me, Taehyung. We're best friends, right?"

"Heh. You're like the last person I want to talk to right now." He grumbles.

"Alright, alright." I chuckle, backing away as I smile to myself. Taehyung is mean when he's drunk. It's cute.

I stuff my hands in my pockets and feel something. I take out a piece of paper and realize it's the letter I wrote for Taehyung while I was outside the coffee shop. I look fondly at my best friend. His back rises up and down slowly as he takes shallow breaths.

I place the folded-up piece of paper on the bedside table, then I slip out of the room, switching off the lights and silently closing the door behind me. 

"Goodnight, Taehyungie." I whisper to the door.

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Taehyung's POV

My head is pounding when I open my eyes. Sunlight slips through the window, creating thin rays of brightness in my dim bedroom.

I rub my sore eyes in frustration. I got drunk, didn't I? I vaguely remember being home alone last night, and the bottles of soju looked tempting. There were so many thoughts troubling my mind, so I thought, why not? There was no one around to talk to about my problems- not that I wanted to talk about it anyways.

I promised myself that I'd only drink one bottle. But even after I was done with the first, I kept thinking about Jimin and how angry he was when I refused to open up to him about my feelings.

I thought that drinking another bottle would help me forget. It worked, but only for the night.

Now, here I am again, and Jimin is the only thing on my mind.

I blindly reach towards the bedside table for my phone, but it isn't there. I probably left it at the kitchen.

Instead, my hand closes around a small square of paper. I bring it in front of my face and unfold it.

It looks like a letter.

I quickly get out of bed and lean against the window for light, ignoring the headache resulting from my sudden movements.

I squint at the words scribbled on the paper.

Dear Taehyung,

Remember that day I transferred to your high school? I can still remember when you sat next to me during lunch on my first day, and I was worried about you. After all, you were the most popular one at school, and I was just an outcast. What would your friends think of you? Would they disown you for hanging out with a loser? Yet you made sure I was comfortable and was always volunteering to help me with homework.

You were my first true friend, Taehyung. I'll be forever grateful for that.

Since you're reading this, you're probably laughing at how weird I am. Why would I write a letter to you now, when it's not your birthday or Christmas or any sort of holiday?

You ask, "why?" Well, I'm writing this to you because I feel like it.

Think of this as a thank you card.

Wait. First of all, I want to apologize for being so rude a while ago. I'm sorry for storming off when you refused to share your feelings with me. I wish I had reacted differently. I wish I had been more understanding.

I'm just worried about you, Taehyung. I'm also worried about our friendship. You used to always tell me everything, good news or bad news. And you know that I'm here to listen, just like how you always listen to me.

I just want to know what's bothering you, so that I can at least try to help you. You know how connected we are. When you're sad, I'm sad.

And if you're not ready to tell me now, that's okay. Just tell me, "I'll tell you soon.", or something like that. It's okay, I'll wait. But it'll be better if you tell me as soon as possible so you can stop being so sad all the time and we can happy again.

You can even write back, if you're not comfortable saying it out loud haha.

It sucks to see you like this, Taehyung. I feel like a part of me is missing when you don't talk to me.

I love you. You're my best friend, and that's something that can never be replaced.

Your best bud,

Jimin :)

I read the letter twice. Then I rub my eyes and read it again, to make sure I'm not just seeing things.

It's been years since Jimin has written me a letter. Gosh, he's so cheesy.

But he must really be worried about me, then. To the point where he writes me a letter.

I wish I could tell him. I wish I could just confess to him, tell him that I want to be more than just friends. But life doesn't work that way. What if he doesn't like me back? Our friendship will be ruined and it'll be too hard to go back to the way we used to be.

I sigh heavily and place the letter in the drawer of my bedside table.

I'll talk to him today, just so that he'll stop asking me what's wrong. I'll just come up with a fake problem.

I'll just say that I'm really sad about Yoongi's decision to leave Bangtan. I mean, it's sort of true. I am sad. But it's not the main thing on my mind right now. Namjoon will take care of it. He always finds a way to make everything okay.

Before I get dressed, I dash to the kitchen, retrieve my phone, and I leave Jimin a text:

Ok, you win. I'll tell you. Meet me at the Flowergarden for lunch.

I just hope he believes me when I say that Yoongi going solo is the only thing bothering me.

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[tbc]

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(A/N): haha sorry this chapter is a little rushed but I just needed to update :p