A/N: Ok, so some of you aren't able to identify who the person mentioned in the previous chapter is.. (Park Nari)

Go read chapter 2!!!

Sweat drips down your abdomen as you gulp down the icy water from your bottle, sighing in relief soon after.
You commenced training right after the coach accepted you, and Taehyung was on the opposite side of the hall, running on the treadmill.

You were glad that you had his company, because you received many suspicious, judgemental and recognizing looks from the people around you.

They turned away from you everytime you walked past them, and it pricked at your morality and confidence in yourself. Yet, you refused to let their voices enter your mind.

You hadn't heard what they had been talking about you, and you took it as an advantage.

What I don't know won't hurt me, right?

You knew that if you heard their words, it would surely creep into your thoughts at night no matter how hard you would try to put them away.

And then there was Park Jimin.

The man you could never trust. Just at the moment when you thought he wasn't as you perceived him to be, he proved you wrong, bringing you back to square one.

Your mouth twists in disgust everytime you think of Bora, and you didn't know why. You didn't know why that burn in your chest erupted into an angry flame when you saw her hands holding Jimin's arm, or her eyes gaze into his.

Jimin wasn't yours.

So, you began pushing him away. He made his stand with the girl by his side, and now you were taking yours.

Taehyung approaches you, panting as his loose tank top flowed with each step he took. It was open down his sides, and you couldn't help but stare.

"Damn boy, you're buffed!"
You exclaim, poking the skin exposed on his side and he slides away with a giggle.
You grab his shoulders from behind, trying to jump onto his back but failed.

"You're taller than I thought you were."
You mumble with a pout and Taehyung shakes his head as the sweaty strands on his head now stood out.

"Of course I am. It's been 4 years since we met."
He states and you let out a sigh. Your skin still radiated heat, and it drained you of your energy.
"I'll be right back."
You say, strolling to the restrooms.

After washing your face and hands, you enter one of the stalls, going about your business.
Just as you were done, you heard multiple footsteps shuffle into the restroom.

"Damn, why did she have to join here?" You heard a woman say. Another one scoffed in reply.
"I don't know.. but it's definitely not good."
"It seems like she's snatched Taehyung oppa!"
A high pitched voice snapped, and a lower one replied.
"She's going to bring nothing but trouble. Can't she go back to the streets she came from?"

You managed to figure out it was four women that spoke, and your heart heaved at their words, knowing who they were talking about.

Is that what people think of me? A troublemaker? A street loafer?

"Did you see the way she acted today during training? She's a cocky bitch, No wonder she lost so horribly! She can't even pick herself up off the ground!"
"The gym was quiet and peaceful till now, if she's recognised, we're done for!"
You nibble on your lower lip, squeezing your eyes shut and covered your ears as you waited for them to leave.

Another said, as they strolled back out of the room.
"We have to find a way to get her out of here."
The woman's last sentence didn't reach you, for their words were blocked out as you covered your ears.

It's easier to judge me, than to believe everything that's happened in my life.

They know nothing about me.

But am I who they say I am?

Am I a troublemaker? Am I a magnet of negativity? Am I a bitch?

Am I a loser?

Maybe I am. If everyone's opinions about me are the same, then Maybe I really am a negative, troublemaking little bitch.

And I'm pulling Taehyung into something that has nothing to do with him.

I'm a horrible friend.

After they left, you wash your hands, and stroll out slowly, a deep frown etched on your face.
"I'm tired. Can I go home now?"
You ask, your voice low and dragged out.
"I don't know. You have to ask him."
Taehyung says, nodding his head towards the office at the end of the room.

With a sigh, you knock on his door.
Your eyes catch the group of women eyeing you from their corner as you enter the office.
"How's training going for you, Y/N?"
Yunho asks, beaming in his seat with a bunch of papers and files on his desk.
"Am I allowed to leave for home now?"
You ask.

"I suppose it's not going as well as I expected, then."
The bald man mumbles.
"Trainees are allowed to leave at 5 pm. But I always give newcomers a little freedom for a few days before I tighten my rein on them. You can go."
He says, waving you off as he turns back to his papers.

You wave at Taehyung who jogs up to you.
"I'll drop you home."
He says, and you shake your head.
"I'm going to visit Jungkook."
"Oh. I'll walk you to the hospital, then."
He says, walking ahead of you.

You groan.
"Tae! I want to go alone. Please."
"Y/N, you know it isn't safe with reporters lurking aroun-"
"Taehyung, you're allowed to leave at 5!"
The coach yells from his office, and you see him peeking from above his blurred glass windows.

You smile a little, placing a kiss on Taehyung's cheek before strolling out the door, leaving a flustered and saddened Taehyung behind.

°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*

Dr. Kwon guides you to the room you haven't been to in a few days, and your hands became clammy with sweat. He opens the door, leaning inside.

"Jungkook, you have a visitor."
He says, and you hear silence from inside. Dr. Kwon turns to you with a hesitant look.
"Go on."

You step into the room and the doctor closes it behind. You heart sinks to your stomach when you see Jungkook lying down with his back facing you, his arms folded.

You were partially happy that those horrible handcuffs were gone, which meant Jungkook had calmed down.

"Hey Kookie."
You say softly, approaching him. There was no response from his side, except for a little shuffle. You nibble on your lower lip, sitting down on the couch, his back still facing you.

"Are you feeling a little better?"
Your expectant eyes stay fixed on his stiff form, and a hum emits from him.
"Tha-that's good.."
You stutter, not knowing what to say next.

Your eyes light up when you see him turn, his front now facing you. He types into his phone.

💕Big Bro ✨: You've been busy.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair.
"I suppose. I've been occupied by quite a number of things."

💕Big Bro✨:  This is your best scandal so far

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
"Oh.. you heard about that?"

💕Big Bro✨:  The old nurse in here turns on the news every morning, I dreaded it until your name popped up. Why'd you do it?

You shake your head.
"Big story. Well, long story short, I'm suspended for a week."
Jungkook furrows his eyebrows immediately, his head pushing up off the bed a little as he stares at you.

💕Big Bro✨:  What about Jimin?  From the conversations I've had with  the CEO, he isn't very fond of Jimin.

You scoff, shaking your head.
"He's let off scot free. He chose to defend that bitch over me, knowing the truth."
Jungkook's fists visibly tighten, his knuckles turning white while you continue ranting.

"He's the cause of everything! He selected me to be under his group with Bora, he's the reason why the car is gone, he's the rea-"
You stop yourself midway, realising the words that just left your mouth.

You hoped he hadn't heard what you said, but his widened eyes and open mouth said everything.

"I-i can explain!"
You blurt out, seeing the man sit up with his angry gaze fixed on you. Your fingers grip the metal bar on the edge of the bed as you explain the incident that happened that day with the car.

💕Big Bro ✨:  Goddamn it Y/N, do you know how much I had to save up for that?

"I know, I know and I'm sorry! It's partly his fault! I'll make it up to you somehow."
You say, your hands moving around in the air as you speak.

💕Big Bro✨:  Ugh.. why is everything so fucked up? I've even been replaced!

"Replaced?"
You ask, eyes furrowing as you sit up straight.

💕Big Bro✨:  You didn't know? That shit was plastered on the news page for the entire day. I'm being replaced by.. Nari.

Your jaw drops to the floor as you stand up immediately, your hands tensing.
"Nari as in..."
You trail off, and your stomach twisted inside you as Jungkook slowly nodded.

"Holy cow."
You say, running both your hands down your face as you pace back and forth.
"That means I'll be going against her.. again."
Without waiting for a reply, you snap your fingers, staring into the air.
"This could be my chance to get back."

You see Jungkook shake his head as he types.

💕Big Bro✨: Don't do something stupid again, Y/N.

"What is that supposed to mean?"
You ask, clearly offended.
"Since you won't be around at all, I can do this without any interruption."
You falter as you see his expression darken, a shadowy layer coating his face as he turns his face away from you, clenching his fists.

"Sorry.."
You mumble, and the both of you startle when the doctor enters suddenly.
"I apologize for disrupting your little session, but you have another visitor!"

You furrow your eyebrows, and you feel as if all the air has left your lungs when the doctor steps aside, revealing a man in sweatpants and a jacket with a ball cap firmly places over his dark brown hair.

Park Jimin.

The doctor smiles and closes the door behind him, and you're still left in shock as Jimin walks in, placing a plastic bag on the desk near the bed.

"What the hell are you doing here?"
You finally manage to say. You couldn't see his eyes, for his cap extended low, covering them. Yet the thing you did catch, was his plump lips parting to release a heavy sigh.

"Look, I just came to-"
"Get out."
An unknown, yet recognisable voice suddenly speaks up and you gape at Jungkook with wide eyes.
"Jungkook, you aren't supposed to talk!"
You yell, clearly seeing the slight pain behind his angry eyes.

Jimin's head hung low, and your hooded eyes meet his sulky figure.
"Your presence here isn't appreciated. You can take your stuff and leave."
You say, emotionless as you wave him away.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I had to do what I did."
He blurts out, hands now roughly pulling off his cap, exposing his perfectly set caramel locks that bounced to the side as he shook his head.

You tear your eyes away from the sight.
"What possible excuse could you give me this time? Do you have no shame?"
You say, voice raising a little.
He shuffles on his feet, his eyes now directly meeting yours.

You internally kick yourself, as you found yourself being mesmerized once again by the hidden secrets those deceptive eyes held.

"I-i can't give you an explanation. It's not my story to tell. But I did it for a reason."
You clench your fists, letting out a deep breath.
"This isn't the place to be talking about this."
You say, eyeing Jungkook who's alarming gaze was fixed on Jimin, looking like he might pounce on him at any moment.

You jerk open the door, taking long steps to the exit of the hospital. Your chest burned on the inside, and you felt like clawing at it to release yourself of that feeling, but it refused to leave you.

You could hear Jimin's distant footsteps behind you, as you headed to the same cafe that the two of you arrived at before.

Shrouded in your thoughts, you step out onto the road mindlessly to cross it, and a sudden flash of light and a deafening horn engulfed you. You freeze with wide eyes at the oncoming truck, your body refusing to move.

A hand grabs hold of you, pulling you roughly away from the path of the speeding truck, and you bump into a hard chest. You were still frozen from shock, and you look up to meet a pair of angry and worried eyes.

"Goddamn it, Y/N! We don't need another person admitted in hospital!"
Jimin yells, his husky voice and satoori laced in his words as his large hands gripped your wrists tightly that rested on his chest.

Coming to your senses, you shove his hands away from yours.
"I-i can take care of myself! I don't need you here, t-trying to be a knight in shining armour everytime I'm in trouble!"
You stutter, your mind scrambling to find words as you turn around immediately, crossing the road to the other side.

Get a grip. He shows up once and you're falling all over again.

This time, you wouldn't succumb to his charms. You were going to look him in the eye and demand explanations, the very thing you should've done since the beginning.

His tactics were nothing but empty spells, falling on blind women that would throw themselves at him.

This time, you wouldn't let your heart make your decisions.