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"Come on Sara, I said I'm sorry." Jungkook pouts when I still don't talk to him.

Sighing, he grabs my hand, pulling me back as I feel his arms wrapping around my waist, bringing me in a backhug. He rests his chin on my shoulder and presses a long kiss on my cheek. He's so annoying!

"Get away, Jungkook!" I try to push him away but he's found a firm grip on me, which makes me sigh and I finally turn around to face him. "Do it in one line, I don't have time."

"Please forgive me because I know you love me." He sums it up, smiling his bunny smile at me and his eyes twinkling with what I would call hope.

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do." He grins, "Now come on, stop being mad at me."

"Jungkook, stop acting like it's nothing. You get into fights for absolutely no reason and you could've easily avoided it!"

"How?" He sighs deeply as I push his arms away and step back, "By letting them talk shit about you? Well, guess what? I'm sorry, I can't do that. Anyone saying crap about you is totally not tolerable for me."

"It doesn't matter, we don't have to listen to every word leaving their mouths." I sigh, "You were the one who told me not to pay attention to them right?"

"Yeah, but sometimes it's important to answer them back. Since you don't do it, I'm doing it for you." He declares, throwing himself on the couch without looking at me again.

"Stop doing it then. I have no problem anyone saying anything about me."

"Well, I have." He emphasizes, cracking his neck and rests back, closing his eyes. "Get me a coffee."

"Excuse me? Get up and help yourself, jerk."

"I do shit for you and you can't even get me a coffee?"

"Did I ask you to do shit for me?!"

"You're a bitch" He sneers.

"I hate you!"

"I hate you more!" He groans and throws the cushion at me. Bitch he's at my place, I'm not letting him leave until he cleans all the mess he creates. Jeon Jerkkook! "Now get your ass here and sit." He orders.

"gEt yOuR aSs HeRe aNd sIt" I mock at him, "Keep dreaming!"

"Sara, I won't repeat."

"Me neither." I glare at him, turning on my heel and head to my bedroom. I have laundry to do today. My miserable life that my best friend makes even more miserable.

I pick up the laundry basket, dumping all the dirty clothes in it which include my jeans and tops from the last week since I was too lazy to do them then, the clothes from this week, my undergarments and Jungkook's t-shirts, a few hoodies and two joggers. Why? I frown at the amount of clothes he has piled up here for god knows what reason. Geez! There's an underwear too! Guess all of this is going in the trash, I'm not putting it in my washing machine!

"You," His voice snaps, and I assume it's for me.

"I have a name." I respond with disinterest and show him his clothes, "Why are these here?"

"Those are mine you thief!" He exasperates, snatching them from my hand, making me gasp as I go to hit him.

"I didn't steal them! Your clothes are not that nice anyway." I roll my eyes, "You come here and leave your clothes and even bring new sets here! Now I just found your underwear too! Ew! Why would you leave it at my place?!"

"...my underwear?" Jungkook stares at me as I nod, taking his t-shirt from his hand and use it to hold the undergarment to show him, "That is not mine... I never left my underwear here! Whose is this?!"

"How am I supposed to know that?! It must be yours! Who else comes here who wears undergarments meant for males?!" I swear to god this guy is pathetic!

"Why wouldn't I recognise my own underwear? I'm saying it's not mine." He sighs deeply.

"Then whose is it?" I cross my arms, staring at him with an unimpressed look. He cocks an eyebrow at me, crossing his arms too and stands facing me.

"Exactly, whose is it? Why is it a guy's and what is it doing in your room?"

I'm thinking about it too, but he didn't have to say it like that. My eyes glare at him, if this world allowed to kill one person and get away with it, my target would be Jeon Jungkook at this very moment. He's glaring back at me as I don't answer, I don't know what to answer... his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek and that is enough for me to know he's getting mad. What else has he been doing today? Just getting mad and fighting with Jim–  Oh Fuck!

"Speak," He says.

"I don't know," I say. Trust me he wouldn't wanna know whose underwear that might be. "But wait, what are you trying to imply?"

"How and why do you have a guy's underwear in your room?" He repeats.

"It must be yours, you just don't remember." I roll my eyes, "Throw it away, it doesn't matter."

"It does," He holds my arm and makes me stay, "How can you say it doesn't matter? It's a guy's freaking underwear! Not a shirt, not a jeans or a sock! AN UNDERWEAR!"

"Yes I can see it too! You don't have to mention it again and again!"

I don't understand what is happening. How come I find this after two months of breaking up?! Not any sooner, not any other garment, and not anywhere else in my goddamn house! An underwear of my ex in my bedroom when my overprotective best friend is here. Great!

Wait, then there must be more of Jimin's clothes here. Should I return them? No, that would be awkward, I should definitely throw them away if I find more.

How come I didn't notice anything earlier? I wasn't even that depressed after our break up was I? No, it was just one night that I spent drinking with Jungkook and after that we've been quite busy with our studies. I don't think even Jimin had any time more than that to mourn after me.

I take a deep breath and turn to Jungkook, "Go and eat if you want, I'll do the laundry first..."

"You know something about the und–"

"Don't even say it again." I cut him off, closing his mouth with my hand, "Finding it is weird enough."

He nods after a second and straightens himself, "Don't touch it, I'll throw it away later. We don't know who might've... y'know..."

"Yeah" I nod, throwing the underwear aside, still using Jungkook's shirt as a protection for my hand. That is disgusting.

"Throw that too." He says, pointing at his t-shirt and I laugh, throwing it away as well.

"These are yours?" I ask for confirmation, showing him the rest of the shirts, hoodies and joggers, earning a nod from him. I sigh, pushing past him to put the clothes in the washing machine while he follows behind me.

"Now that you're washing," he says, pulling his t-shirt over his head and hangs it on my shoulder, "take this too."

"You jerk!" He grins, sending a wink in my direction and walks away to the kitchen, flexing his muscles. Disgusting.

I grab my phone, leaning on the washing machine as it's doing it's work and I am doing mine. People say Instagram is addictive, maybe it is. But for me it's just an app in my phone that I never use, it's just there for some reason. Jungkook was the one who forced me to make an account because he wanted me to like his pictures and comment how hot he is. But since I never used it, the account was on the verge of getting lost as I didn't remember the password and couldn't log in again. But then Jungkook came to rescue and did the magic. He saved my account and logged into my account from his phone too, to avoid any such problem in future.

And for that reason, I never accepted any follow requests on this account, especially from boys. Jimin was an exception for a few days as I used to delete our chats right after talking, but then It started feeling boring again. Instagram, not Jimin. So I stopped using it and did the normal texting from default messenger. It's not that bad too. 

Now after three months, I'm back into my account today that usually remains deserted but today, there are notifications. A few from Jungkook, he shared some reels a month ago, and a few follow requests from people that I never expected to get. Three having Jimin's face in the profile, and a few messages from his very first account that I let in back in high school, and it has been there ever since.

I sigh deeply, peeking out to see what Jungkook is doing, and thankfully he's busy making sandwiches and jamming to Harry Styles. Good enough.

So I focus on my phone, rolling my eyes as I block all of the four accounts of the man, shaking my head at how annoying he can be at times. Jungkook probably didn't log in to this account or else they would've been fighting about this too.

After deleting all the Jimins, I scroll through the posts which surpringly is filled edits of hot singers and actors. I would do laundry every day if it means getting time to watch these heavenly people. Then pops up a few pictures of people from our University, like one is Jungkook standing in front of his bathroom
mirror without a shirt and his face half hidden behind his phone that he used to click the picture and flash his chest and abs. He's such a show off guy.

Then next comes a girl who sits two seats away from me in the biology class, and one from someone who has posted a picture of himself and Jimin. Kim Taehyung, the one Park Jimin calls his best friend. I met him once when I decided to give Jimin a surprise visit and Taehyung was there. I didn't know that and kissed Jimin as soon as he opened the door. However what surprised me even more was that even Jimin didn't hold himself back. He should've stopped me from embarrassing myself in front of his friend or told me he had someone over. But instead he continued making out with me with Taehyung watching us.

I don't even want to imagine what he must've thought of me that day. That was the first and the last time we met. Jimin used to laugh and say it doesn't matter, but to me making out in front of a guy I'm supposed to be meeting for the first time, was too much to take. So I made it very clear that I don't want to meet Kim Taehyung ever again as I know I won't be able to look at him without turning into a tomato.

"Sara," Jungkook's voice makes me sigh and return from a good run around weird memories. He walks over to me and holds a sandwich in front of my mouth, "No mayonnaise and mustard." He says, making me smile as I take a bite and nod, feeling the cheese and butter on my tongue along with cucumbers, tomatoes and maybe some tuna.

"This is nice," I gape at him, muffling out with a full mouth, "Thanks"

"I know right?" He says, munching on his sandwich, making his cheeks turn chubby and look adorable with his round eyes expanding as he finds his creation delicious.

"Clean up the kitchen."

"Did you say something? Bye!"

"Come back jerk! I'll throw your clothes away!"

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