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chapter one

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Opening the door, a smile stretches over my lips as I gaze at my boyfriend. "Hello!" I wrap my arms around him, happy to see him after such a long time.

I lean up to kiss his lips, but he moves his head aside, making me kiss his cheek. My eyebrows furrow as I pull away, trying to get him to look at me, but his eyes are focused on something behind me.

More like someone.

Turning around, my eyes meet the ones of my roommate. "Hey," I beam, waving a light hand at him.

Glancing in between both of the boys, a scoff leaves my mouth. "Can y'all at least stop hating each other while I'm here?"

My roommate focuses his gaze on me, his eyes softening. He simply sighs before mumbling, "I'll be in my room."

From beside me, I can hear Seokjin scoff, being kind of relieved that my roommate left.

I slap the back of his head, bringing him back to reality. "Just come in."

Taking his hand into mine, I drag him into my room and close the door behind me. Jin sits down on my bed, pulling out his phone and putting his whole attention on it.

I take a seat beside him, trying to get his attention by poking into his soft cheek countless of times.

"C'mon." I groan after he doesn't budge. "We didn't see each other in two weeks, and all you do is hang on that damn phone."

Seokjin looks up, his chocolate eyes meeting mine. He sighs before turning his phone off, causing me to clap victoriously.

"What should we do?" He smiles contagiously now, easing our tension.

Smiling back at him, I suggest excitedly, "Should we go out? Maybe watch a movie at the cinema?"

His eyes widen, shaking his head. "No!" He denies swiftly, leaving me with a confused-looking face.

"Why?" I ask him, my mind a surging perplexity.

"Um." He scratches the back of his head. "I feel kind of cold?" He replies, more like a question, though.

Still, my eyes widen in worrisome. I quickly grab the blanket, which is laying on my bed, and place it around his shoulders, tugging him in tightly.

"Wait, let me bring you some tea," I state and make my way outside before he can protest.

Rushing inside the kitchen, I see my roommate making himself some dinner. "Do we have some tea left?" I ask him while rummaging through our counters.

Jimin sighs. "To drink his shady ass up?"

My mouth's agape as I stare at him. "Why do both of you hate each other that much?" I shake my head. "He's still my boyfriend and you're supposed to be my best friend!"

He turns towards me fully, grabbing my shoulders tightly. "I don't trust him," he prolongs every word to emphasize his statement.

His soaked, dark blonde hair is sticking onto his forehead since he came out of the shower. Jimin's brown eyes stare right into mine, throwing me signals that I can't quite understand.

I don't respond and simply stare at him with a creased forehead, making him sigh softly and release his hold on me. "Forget about it. Tea's in the red box."

And with that, he takes his sandwich and exits the kitchen, leaving me alone with a confused mind.

After I'm done making Seokjin his favorite tea, I carefully walk back to my room. Arriving in my bedroom, I'm about to lay it on my bedside table, but loud bells and knocks interrupt me.

Getting started by the sudden loud sounds, I spill the tea on my carpet, the hot water meeting my flesh as well.

Flinching away, I clumsily drop the glass on the floor, making it shatter into millions of pieces.

"Fuck," I curse under my breath before squatting down to pick the pieces up.

Seokjin quickly stands up, squatting down as well and slapping my hands away before I could cut myself. He sighs softly before gazing up to meet my eyes. "Sit down, I'll do it."

"It's fine—" I state, but get cut off by him.

"I said sit down." He replies in a lower tone, catching me off guard.

Him ending his sentence in such a cold tone is enough to make my blood boil. "What is your problem?" I ask him, my eyes narrowing as I stare at him intensely.

"What my problem is?" He raises his voice, standing up. I copy his actions, but carefully since I don't want to step on the shattered pieces of glass in between us.

"My problem is that you somehow always manage to break things!" He yells in a serious tone.

Failing to stay serious, a laugh escapes me, making him even angrier. "What are you laughing at?" He exclaims angrily.

"Are you serious?" I chuckle, putting a hand above my mouth to shut my waves of laughter up. "That can't be your reason."

"I also hate the fact that you're living with Jimin!" He declares, making me scoff.

"That articulation again? I'm so sick of it—" I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"You're always surrounded by the wrong people!" He accuses while pointing at me.

I want to speak up, but he's quick to continue this useless argument. In these past few weeks, all we've been doing is argue. 'You do this wrong!', 'move out of your dorm!', 'why are you like this?' were his sentences that always started yet another fight.

"You're always surrounded by guys! You have no female friends!" He articulates.

"Didn't know that Yin was a man," I respond sarcastically, crossing my arms over my chest.

So much damage is done when he argues with me. Every mean thing he thinks about, but knows better than to say, always comes flooding out.

When he sees the hurt in my eyes, he never backs off, only digs deeper, like a hunter at the first sign of blood. But I'm sick of acting vulnerable. He always insults the people I love the most. 

"Yin may be a girl," he starts while shaking his red head slowly, "but she doesn't even act like one! She's a bad influence."

He squints at me through hardened eyes that once have been my salvation, but now they bring only the unfounded accusations of a jealous lover.

"How would you know that?" I yell at him. "You're never around! I understand that you need to be focused on your drama, but you could at least take a little time to be with me!"

The sigh that comes out of his mouth is a signal, not of his resolve leaving but of the level his tension has reached. He's more like an old fashioned kettle, still full even when some steam forces its way out.

"You always post about how you're outside with your friends, but don't have the time to at least respond to my damn texts?" I spit out, nevertheless.

Our voices raise above each other. A glance, touch, and one small comment stir a hurricane of harsh and horsed insults. There's literally no logical explanation to this argument.

He gulps harshly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Those angry eyes of his are the truth untold, and I wish he would tell it, I do. He's hiding something, I can see it through his rarely cold eyes.

"You have to let me all the way in so that we can work this out," I whisper beggarly, "I don't want to argue with you—"

His phone starts to ring, cutting me off mid-sentence. He glances at me and back at the phone, debating to answer it or not.

I stare at him intensely, throwing him signals that if he answers the call, I'll know how important all of this is to him. How important our relationship is to him.

Even though I'm literally begging him to let the phone ring, so that I could continue to discuss this with him, because this argument is really important to me, he opens the call nevertheless.

This one little action of his means more to me than it looks like. All I am is sorrow, every other emotion pushed from my being.

I was honest, truthful and full of more love for him than he could ever understand. I have been soft, kind and gentle, yet apparently, all that is negated by his stupid reasonings.

Where there was the love, the light, the laughter, is an aching hollowness now.

"Hello?" He answers the call. Right in front of me.

I bite the inner parts of my cheeks to control myself, digging into my palms with my nails.

Jin ends the call, slowly glancing at me. "I need to leave," he mumbles, putting his coat on already.

"Go," I bellow while crossing my arms over my chest, startling him. "It's not like this is something important."

He gulps while gazing at my eyes. There's a sudden sadness filled in them, stressing and confusing my mind because of his change of attitude.

"Let's talk about this tomorrow, please," he begs, taking many steps towards me. As if it's an instinct, I distance myself from him and his touch.

His lips turn downwards, nodding his head slowly. Without another word, he strides outside of my room, and as I hear the front door close, I exhale a breath that I didn't know I was holding.

"Did that cum-dumpster finally leave?"

A new voice enters my room, pulling me out of my thoughts. I sigh while nodding my head.

My two best friends, Jimin and Yin, peek their heads inside my room. If it weren't for my saddened emotions, the scene would've looked pretty sketchy.

Both of them sigh in relief, opening the door widely. "What happened?" Jimin asks with widened eyes as he stares at the shattered glass, worrisome written over his face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I mumble, brushing it off.

"No, you're not," Yin disagrees, striding towards me. She takes a hold on my burned up hand, a dark shade of red evident. "Such a clumsy girl."

Jimin's eyes seem to pop out of his body as he glances at my hand. Both of them drag me towards the bathroom, washing my hand before bandaging it.

"What did you guys fight about now?" Jimin sighs while taking care of my burned hand.

I shake my head, shrugging my shoulders. "The same things, as always. Started talking about how I should move out and all that."

"That thunder-cunt needs to shut his ass up." Yin rolls her eyes.

Jimin throws her a knowing look. "Mind your language, young lady."

"Bitch, you're like just one year older than me—" Yin shakes her head, scrunching up her face.

"Bitch," he mocks her, "you should still shut your swearing ass up."

"Fine." She sighs dramatically.

"That bitch-ass needs to fucking close his motherfucking—"

"That's it."

Jimin is quick to rush after the younger girl, who's cackling evilly while running away from him.

I sigh while finishing the bandaging, massaging my throbbing forehead afterward.

The only sound that can be heard is Yin throwing around swear words while running away from Jimin, who's chasing the girl, attempting to give her a lesson.

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(A/N)

Welcome to my new book, or more likely the first real chapter!

First of all, the way I portray Kim Seokjin is not how I feel or think of him. I love that man with my whole heart. He's making me soft with a single smile, so please don't take my 'representation' of him badly in this book.

I wish you guys a lot of fun while reading this book. And a lot of patience with all the upcoming dramas!