Y/N POV
As Yoongi hung up, I slipped my cellphone into my purse and rubbed my arms. Now that it was the middle of the night, it was much cooler and a small breeze had picked up. I was wishing I had put on my short, black leather jacket that I had decided too much to wear out.
A few people came up to me to talk to me and in my drunken state, didn't respond nicely to some of them. It ended up being called a few names but I ignored it, waiting for my ride to arrive. My legs started to feel heavy so I decided to sit on the curb of the sidewalk, ignoring how dirty and disgusting it was.
I felt myself start to drift off when I heard a car pull up in front of me. I was too tired to open my eyes to see who it was. However, my luck, the door was quickly opened and closed, then footsteps coming close.
"Oh, Y/N, you poor thing," I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders while the other one wrapped around my waist. I struggled to open my eyes, but when I did, I was looking at a very pale chin. Tilting my head back, my body nearly followed it. If Yoongi hadn't a tight hold on me, I would have fallen. "Whoa there."
I grinned at him, closing my eyes and leaned forward. I felt my head land in the space between his shoulder and neck. My drunk brain was finally realizing how cold I was and I started to snuggle into Yoongi.
AUTHOR POV
Min Yoongi received the call from Y/N when he was leaving his studio for the night. He had needed to finalize some last-minute changes to a couple of the tracks before they start the choreography. He was worried about her being alone after drinking with her friends. What was worrying is that she seemed to be upset with them, and Y/N was hard to upset.
As Yoongi got into his car, he used the Bluetooth speaker to call his boyfriends. Over the months they made themselves official with each other. They were happy and in love. But they still agreed, someone was missing from their relationship. Even though it had been strange to figure out how things were going to work, they are doing it. It had required them to do some research, but they had been happy to do it.
They have been too busy getting ready for comeback to spend time with Y/N and they all felt guilty. They also felt desperate. They know they all fell in love with her as well. Even though they hadn't been able to spend time in person with her, they were constantly chatting in the group chat together. Yoongi like her sense of humor and her understanding. She never held it against them when they couldn't spend time with her.
"Hyung?" Hobi answered the call.
"Yeah, I have to run to Hongdae really quick and then I will be home, okay?" Yoongi said, driving through the not so busy streets from the company to Hongdae.
"Why are you going to Hongdae? Wait, wasn't Y/N going out there with her friends tonight?" Tae asked. Yoongi knew that Hobi had put the call on speaker phone in the dorm.
"Yeah, she called for a ride. I guess something happened with her friends," Yoongi said as he continued to drive.
"Oh no, that is sad. She was excited to have made new friends and spending time with them," Jungkook said sadly.
"Well, maybe it is just a small argument," Jin suggested.
"Maybe, oh I am in Hongdae. Now, oh, there she is. Aish, this girl," Yoongi complained as he pulled his car over.
"What is it hyung?" Jimin asked.
"She is sitting on the curb and looks like she is sleeping," Yoongi said as he put the car in park and unbuckled his seatbelt. "I am going to hang up to deal with drunkie."
A series of 'bye hyung!' were heard before the call was ended. Yoongi opened his door and walked towards Y/N. Even drunk she was still beautiful. He hurried towards her and helped her stand up.
"Oh, poor thing," Yoongi muttered out as he lifted her up to a standing position. He couldn't help but note with giddiness that, even when her heeled shoes, she was still shorter than him. He saw her tilt her head back and tightened his hold as he felt her body weight shift as well.
"Whoa there," Yoongi said with concern. He saw her eyes crack open before she leaned forward. Yoongi froze for a moment, hoping to not get a boner. Y/N had tucked her face into where his neck and shoulder met and her breath was doing things to him. Biting his lip, he half-carried Y/N to the passenger side door and helped her into the car.
When Yoongi re-entered the car, he could see that Y/N was already asleep. Shaking his head, he decided to take her home to their place.
Y/N POV
I felt movement and heard the rumble of a car. Feeling slightly sick from the alcohol I opened my eyes to see us entering an underground parking garage. One that I was familiar with. It was the same one that was at BTS dorm. I turned my heavy head to see Yoongi driving.
He is fucking hot. I thought to myself as he backed into a parking spot near the elevator. Looking at the cars around, I recognized the rest of the boys' cars. After he turned off the car, Yoongi looked at me. I had just moved my head back to looking at him.
"Sleeping beauty is finally awake," Yoongi joked as he reached towards my face. I was too drunk to do anything and just watched him move some hair behind my ear. I felt my face flush, but I just kept looking at him in the eyes. Yoongi stared at me right back. I felt my heart beat pick up as we observed each other.
"Let's get you inside. The boys are probably asleep by now, let's be quiet, okay?" Yoongi asked me like I was a toddler. Honestly, I didn't take any offense to it. I was drunk off my ass.
Yoongi got out of the car and came around to open my door. He reached over and unbuckled my belt and pulled me into a standing position. He draped one of my arms over his shoulders and wrapped one of his around my waist.
"Yoongi-ssi, thank you," I said quietly as we entered the elevator. He swiped his access card and pushed the button for their floor.
"What did I say for you to call me?" He asked me in a low voice, glancing down at me. I blushed and bit my lip, looking at the elevator doors in front of us.
"Yoongi-oppa," I whispered out. I felt his arm tighten around me as the elevator approached their floor. Being this close to him brought back all my feelings for them. The want to be near them and the attraction I felt. I was hoping they would go away while we were apart. Shit, it had been a couple of months since we had last seen each other in person!
Without another word, Yoongi and I shuffled to their apartment door. He quickly opened the door and closed the door behind us quietly. Yoongi leaned me against the door a little and crouch down at my feet. I involuntarily shivered when I felt his hands run down my calves as he assisted me in taking off my heels.
After it was done, Yoongi didn't say a word, but I could see him clenching his jaw. I started to feel guilty. He had to pick my drunk as up and take me to their apartment. He must be exhausted. I sniffled, feeling tears beginning to form in my eyes. Yoongi shot up into a standing position, taking my face in his hands.
"Babygirl, why are you crying?" Yoongi asked in a soft, low voice. I sniffed as a tear spilled out and trailed down one cheek. Yoongi used his thumb to wipe it away.
"I keep burdening you all. You had to pick me up and bring me here and I will be in your way, and you are tired I-" Yoongi used one hand to cover my mouth. Confused, I stared at him.
"Babygirl, you have never been and will never be a burden," Yoongi said to me, bending down a little so that he was looking directly in my eyes. I sniffed again, the tears stopping.
"Really?" I asked like a small child wanting reassurance. Yoongi giggled and nodded.
AUTHOR POV
Yoongi couldn't help but think drunk Y/N was adorable. He just wanted to wrap his arms around her and keep her safe from the world. When he thought this, Yoongi felt shook. Yes, he loved his boyfriends, but he never felt this need to protect to this degree. Perhaps it was because Y/N was so damaged and needed the protecting? He couldn't straighten his thoughts as he released her face.
Y/N nearly fell when Yoongi let her go making him quickly wrap his arms around her. He thought it was fate that he got what he wanted, in the end. His heart felt full with her in his arms. As if this was what his life was meant to be.
"If you don't mind, you can sleep in my bed tonight," Yoongi whispered to her and started to help her walk through to the living room. What they saw made them both stop in their tracks. Yoongi felt his heart flutter seeing his boyfriends that way and he was happy to see them. Y/N, on the other hand, was happy for them but felt her heart breaking.
The boys were in various states of kissing or making out on the couches. Yoongi quickly came back to his senses, no matter how much the sight was turning him on, but Y/N was there seeing this. They hadn't had the time to bring up the subject to her, to tell her what they were.
Y/N realized that they were in love with each other. Her drunk brain kept her from crying anymore that night, but she pulled herself out of Yoongi's arms and started to walk towards the hallway leading to their rooms. She was lucky her drunk brain remembered where his room was.
Opening Yoongi's door, she didn't turn on the light. She just stumbled towards his bed and fell asleep on top of the blankets, hoping that this was just all in her dreams. That the men she loved weren't already in love with each other. That she wasn't alone and that one day, someone will love her.
Yoongi was unable to do anything but watch his boyfriends. He felt Y/N get out of his arms, but didn't think much more of it. It wasn't until he heard a door close in the distance that he noticed she had actually left the room. Then, he started to get worried.
"Guys!" Yoongi coughed out, trying to get his boner to go away.
"Yoongi, when did you get back?" Jin asked, pulling back from Namjoon on their spot at the corner of the large sofa.
"Uh, just now. We might have a small problem..." he started as the maknae line stopped and stood up, nearly falling over.
"What, is Y/N okay?"
"Did something happen?"
"Wh-" Yoongi had enough, rubbing his temples. "STOP."
They all stopped what they were doing and looked at Yoongi. They saw that he was being serious and that he was also worried. Sitting back down, the boys waited to hear from the second oldest.
"I brought Y/N here because she was too drunk to really walk, or even stand, on her own." The boys looked at each other, then scanned the area.
"She's not here?" Hobi asked, running his hands through his hair in the attempt to fix the mess Taehyung had made.
"She was, she is now in my room. She saw you all," Yoongi said biting his lip. The boys were in various states of worry and anxiety.
"Hyung, did Y/N say anything?" Jimin asked Yoongi who shook his head.
"Could it be that she is too drunk to notice? I mean, we aren't planning to keep it a secret from her, but there are better ways to tell someone." Namjoon said sheepishly.
"The only thing we can do is wait for the morning. I know that we can trust Y/N though. She won't tell anyone," Jin said standing up. "I suggest we get some sleep."
As they dispersed, Yoongi went to his room and looked inside. He could see the moonlight shine into the room, illuminating it just enough for him to see that Y/N had fallen asleep fully clothed on the covers. Shaking his head, he went inside and too out an extra blanket from his closet, covering her.
Y/N POV
I groaned as I opened my eyes. I looked around blearily before I remembered the night before. Honestly, Y/N, get your shit together and stop drinking so much. I mentally shake my head at myself as I sit up, trying to get my eyes to focus. The room was dark, but looking around, I could see light coming from under the door. Eyes finally adjusting to being open, I looked around and saw that I was in Yoongi's room.
I thought about what I remembered from the night before. I didn't want them to feel like they have to hide it from me. Honestly, I don't mind that they are together. It's their life, their bodies, their choices. I just wish, at least one of them, would have chosen me.
Never would I have thought myself to think this, but I wanted to be part of it all. I feel left out and my heart aches over it. That I will never be part of their family. I would just have to settle for being a friend of convenience. I keep thinking these negative thoughts, and I can't help myself. It's as if BTS is only friends with me because they feel sorry for me. Sometimes I think it's because maybe they needed someone to talk to that's not around them.
But thinking about what I witnessed last night, perhaps they wanted me to be their lady beard. The distraction for others so they don't see the truth. I loved them enough I would do it for them, even if it killed me. My soul.
I looked down to see I was still wearing last night's outfit, but saw an extra set of clothes laid on the side table next to my bed. I stood up, my legs feeling a little numb from having not stretched after dancing all night before sleeping.
I groaned at the discomfort, but made myself sit on the floor and do some quick stretches to help alleviate the cramping and numbness. The numbness was the only side effect from the accident. If my muscles swell or cramp it would push on the part of the nerves that are damaged and causes the numbness.
After a few moments, the feeling started to come back, like thousands of little needles. Grimacing I stood up and changed into the sweats and oversized t-shirt that was obviously Yoongi's. Whenever I stayed over, the person whose room I stayed in would be the same person who gave me clothes to wear to sleep. I never understood it, but they also wouldn't let me bring an extra change of clothes to stash here for those times.
I pulled my hair into a knot at the back of my head, not having a hair tie. I used my own hair to make a large knot to hold it back from my face. Yawning, I checked the clock on the bedside table.
9:42 am.
Everyone should be awake, right? Biting my lip to prepare myself for the heartbreak I knew was coming when they admit it. That they were in love with each other. As I thought about it, walking towards the kitchen and living room, it made sense. I thought about all the videos I've watched, the times spent with them, everything. You could see the affection in their actions. Their eyes. Their every move.
My heart clenched at the bittersweet feeling. I was ecstatic for them, but sad I am not a part of it. After all these months, I will still be Bella, the dancer they saw at the showcase. The broken dancer they needed to fix. Maybe that is all I am to them.
Yeah. That had to be it. No wonder they don't want me. Plus, it's not like I have a dick either.
Trying to not cry, I rapidly blinked before entering the common area with a neutral but really embarrassed gaze. Remembering this is not the first time I'm drunk sleeping here. Maybe they thought I was just using them? I wasn't. I didn't want to call, but they were my only friends now.
SHUT. UP. BRAIN. I closed my eyes as my thoughts continued to run wild and down the anxious and depressed route. I couldn't help it. It had been so long the thoughts had gotten to this extent I forgot how to counter them. I just let it take me away, to shocked and scared to do anything about it.
"Y/N?" I heard asked in concern. I blinked, the thoughts retreating for a moment. I blinked again before turning to see a freshly showered Yoongi dressed in sweats and large oversized shirt, somewhat matching mine. He had a towel in his hand as he quickly tried to dry his hair.
"Morning, Yoongi. Thank you, and sorry," I said biting my lip and looking away. I didn't want him to read the panic I knew was still residing in my eyes. Yoongi could always read me by my eyes. Hoseok with my body language. Jin and Namjoon what I don't say. And the maknae lane by what I do say and how I say it. I felt it unfair these men were so attuned to me, but I often get thrown when interpreting their behavior or feelings.
"Aish, Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you, no need for that between us?" Yoongi said with a small chiding smile. I nodded, acknowledging his comment, but not wanting to admit it.
"How are you feeling this morning?" He asked, still running the towel through his hair, making the muscles in his arms ripple with the movement. I gulped down the involuntary sound I knew was about to pop out of my mouth. Then, I breathed deep quietly before answering.
"Oh, just a little tired and sore. I did some stretching, but I'm all good now," I said cheerfully, lifting one of my legs out in front of me showing no stiffness.
"I still can't believe you don't get hangovers," Yoongi said chuckling with disbelief. "Maybe you haven't drunk enough? Or maybe not the right thing?" He didn't expect an answer as he walked into the common area before I followed. Only Namjoon and Jin were in the living room, each nursing a mug of something hot. They were sitting close to each other on the loveseat, having a quiet conversation.
As I entered behind Yoongi, I could see them stiffen a little and moved away from each other a little. On the outside I ignored it, pretending I didn't see anything. However, on the inside I felt sad that they felt the need to hide this from me. Yoongi waved for me to sit on the sofa before he retreated into the kitchen. A few moments later he was carrying two mugs.
Smiling as I smelled the coffee I reached out with grabby hands. I heard a choked sound from next to me and turned to see Namjoon pounding on Jin's back. He seemed to have choked on some of his drink, his face bright red. Namjoon had a small smirk on his face and I figured the younger must have said something inappropriate.
"I'm going to wake everyone else up," Namjoon said raising, stretching his arms above his head, groaning a little at the stretch. I tried hard not to look, but I glanced at where his shirt had lifted up, exposing his stomach.
FUCK. I'm acting like some bitch in heat.
I mentally slapped myself as I resolutely lowered my eyes to look at my coffee before taking a drink. Yoongi had learned in the early months of our friendship that, yes, I like effect and smell of coffee, but I hated the flavor of it. So, the coffee I was drinking tasted more like vanilla and caramel than it did coffee. Apparently, he had found a sugar free flavor syrup for me when I complained about the amount of sugar I have every time I needed caffeine.
"I'm going to go and get started on breakfast," Jin said rising a few moments after they heard Namjoon waking everyone up. I stood up and followed him quietly into the kitchen. When he turned around and saw me, he yelped dropping the metal mixing bowl in his hands, making a loud metal clanging sound as it landed on the floor. It was just lucky that the bowl had been empty.
"Shi-, aishe Y/N, make some noise next time!" Jin said, hands clutching at his heart. I giggled a little at how funny he looked.
"Sorry Jin," I said quietly, biting my lip to keep from laughing out loud. "Can I help make breakfast?"
Jin eyed me like he was studying me. "Do you know how to cook?"
"I can make a mean pancake and some recipes under my belt," I admitted, shrugging my shoulders. Jin pursed his lips for a moment before nodding at me. I quickly bent down and picked up the mixing bowl I had caused him to drop earlier.
"What should we make for breakfast?" Jin asked me, opening the fridge to see what we had to work with. I looked at the little food they had, but I did see two dozen eggs, some scallions, mushrooms, and ham used for kimbap. Bending down to open the dairy drawer, I saw a half-bag of shredded cheese and smiled.
"We can make French-style omelets. We can pair it with some fresh blanched spinach I see there behind the banana milk," I pointed to the very back of the fridge.
"French-style? What's the difference?" Jin asked me with curiosity.
"Well, like American or English style omelets tend to have richer, heavier based fillings. French consists of lighter, fresher fillings. Since we have some good vegetables in here, we can keep it on the lighter side and add some blanched spinach on the side to give some extra nutrition and minerals," I said as I started to pull out the ingredients.
"Can make a mean pancake and has some recipes under her belt," I heard Jin murmur under his breath as I tried not to chuckle. "Are you a chef or something?"
I shrugged, "or something." I smirked at his annoyed face as I laid everything out on the counter. I asked him where the pans were and he pointed to a few different cupboards. I looked through them and found a few I needed.
"So, Jin, maybe you can go and rest in the living? I got this," I said quietly, planning out the process and flavors in my head. I guessed the cupboard next to the stove had the seasonings and I was right. "I will also make sure to not put any garlic in yours," I assured him with a small smile.
Jin just stared at me and then started to watch my hands as I started to dice up the scallions and mushrooms. I didn't look down but looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Huffing, he stood up and left the room.
I had a big grin on my face when I started to cook everything. I enjoyed cooking. It was my next passion behind dance. In high school, when I decided to give up on dancing, I found my interest in cooking. I had a natural ability in it and a keen taste, according to my teachers. While I was in high school, I took afterschool and evening classes at the culinary school. So, Jin was right. I wasn't a chef in the sense of working as a cook, but I was 'something.'
I made quick work of preparing the ingredients for eight people. I then took out the eggs and cracked them open into the mixing bowl. I added some milk and whisked it quickly to make the mixture a little thick. Then, I dumped all the cut vegetables into the mixture and kept mixing it to make sure all the ingredients were mixed them. Then, I added the diced ham.
I made the omelets quickly and put them on a baking sheet, turning on the oven on a low temperature. I didn't know if everyone was awake yet and didn't want the food to get cold, nor dry out. So, with the low temperature I added a bake-safe bowl I found in the cupboard full of water.
I then rinsed and prepared the spinach. The package said it only had a couple days before its expiration date. So, I made sure to inspect every piece before I started to blanch them. Expired food is a quick way to make someone sick. I found a couple of questionable leaves, I quickly disposed of them in the food waste bucket. I blanched the entire package of spinach.
In the fridge I found a bottle of liquid lemon, so I decided to make a light dressing for the spinach. I took out four table spoons of the lemon juice and added two tablespoons of water and then a teaspoon of black pepper and ground cinnamon. After making sure it was mixed well, I blanched the spinach. As soon as I took the leaves out of the water, I poured the sauce I made over the lettuce.
Then, because I was extra, I whipped out some hollandaise sauce, in case someone wanted it for their omelet. Nodding in satisfaction, I quickly plated the still hot omelets on their own plate, added the dressed blanched salad and placed them at the table.
I went to call them to breakfast when I saw them all the living room, looking stressed and worried. I squared my shoulders and school my face to look pleasant. "Good morning! Breakfast is ready," I said with a small smile before returning to the kitchen.
"I think Y/N is the real alien. This girl never gets hangovers," Taehyung said with a shake of his head as he led the rest of the boys into the room. I smirked at him before I when to take out a carton of juice from the fridge and carrying a pot of coffee and placing it on a hot pad.
It was absolute silence and I looked up from putting the coffee down to see everyone kept glancing at the food then at me and then back again.
"What? You don't like omelets? Jin! You should have told me before I made the-" I was cut off from my anxious and worried rant by a large palm over my mouth. I moved my eyes to see Namjoon smirking at me. I sent him a glare over his hand until he lowered it.
"Ew," I said and looked around for an empty seat. I realized, there were still only seven chairs at the table. I looked to see my plate on the island and debated what to do. I didn't want to be intrusive, so I quietly waited until the boys sat down.
"Oh wow, this is delicious! Better than I could do," Jin said as his eyes were the size of saucers as he started to eat. The rest of the boys quickly took a bite of theirs and some groaned and others just kept shoving the food in.
"I'm glad you like it," I said quietly and soon the boys were engrossed in their food. Glad that they like the food, I slipped back through the doorway into the kitchen and picked up my plate. I stood next to the kitchen island and started to eat my food. It wasn't the first time I've stood to eat, but the first time here.
When I ate with the guys, it was always in the living room, spread about. I didn't mind I didn't get to eat with them. They were all together, this is their intimate space, not mine. I was just the interloper. Sighing as felt full, I looked at how much food was left. I was eating less these days and it worried me. I often felt full or even not hungry and if I tried to make myself eat a snack or something at those times I would throw it up only a few moments later.
I went to the sink and pulled out the food bin from underneath and scraped the vegetables into it while I put the leftover omelet into the main garbage. I decided to start washing the dishes and was done with what I used to cook before I heard a panicked question come from the dining room.
"Hey guys, where is Y/N?" Hoseok asked, sounding panicked. I was rinsing the last pan when I heard a bunch of curse words and scraping of the chairs on the floor.
"Y/N, what are you doing in here?" I turned to see Jin and Yoongi standing there. Yoongi turned around and yelled for the rest of the guys.
"Uh, washing the dishes?" I held up the last one before putting it on the drying rack.
"What do you mean? Did you eat? Why didn't you eat with us?" I heard Jungkook asked as the rest of the guys filed into the kitchen. Even though it was a large kitchen, it was getting crowded with all of them in here.
"I ate already, so I decided to do the dishes," I hedged, not wanting to answer the other part.
"But where did you eat? I didn't see you," Jimin pouted. I looked away, busying myself with going through the dried dishes and putting them in their respective places.
"Y/N?" I heard the silent plea from Yoongi. I sighed and kept doing what I was doing.
"I ate in here," I said trying to not make a big deal out of it.
"Why?" Jimin asked, "did you not want to eat with us?" I stopped what I was doing and looked at him, then all of them.
"There wasn't another chair at the table," I said as if it explained it all. And it did, because there was nowhere to sit.
"What?" Then Namjoon slapped his forehead.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Jin asked, sounding hurt. I finished putting away the dry dishes before looking at them again.
"Why should I trouble you? This is your house and I do not live here. It's okay, I didn't mind eating in here. It isn't the first time I have had to do that." I put the rubber gloves I used to wash the dishes on the edge of the sick to dry.
"You are a guest," Jin said sternly, bottom lip out a little still in a pout.
"It's our fault, we didn't notice the chairs..." Taehyung said sadly.
"Nor did you notice I wasn't there until you finished. That's okay, I am just glad you enjoyed the food. I need to get going, though," I said in a rush and hurried out of the kitchen. I full out ran to Yoongi's room and collected my clothes, hurrying to the bathroom down the hallway. I locked the door and changed back into the clothes I was wearing last night.
I didn't know why, but I felt as if I was being suffocated. I felt my chest getting tight and my breathing quickening. This feeling was overwhelming and I just needed to get away, to get out.
AUTHOR POV
The boys were sitting at the dinner table enjoying the food that Y/N had cooked for them. This was the first time she had ever cooked for them, as they usually ordered food when she came over to hang out. They were joking with Jin that he was being replaced and he good naturedly agreed. Hoseok wanted to ask Y/N how she learned to cook and looked around the table.
All he saw were the boys. Where was Y/N? He quickly swallowed the mouthful he had just ungracefully shoved in his mouth, having finished the meal.
"Hey guys, where is Y/N?" He asked the boys at the table. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked around the table then back at each other before Yoongi and Jimin started swearing as the others started to panic. They all split off to look for her in the apartment, one making sure to see if her shoes were still there.
Yoongi and Jin found Y/N standing in the kitchen at the sink. They called for the others.
"What do you mean? Did you eat? Why didn't you eat with us?" Jungkook asked as the rest of the guys filed into the kitchen. They had an uneasy feeling, as if she was rejecting them for who they were.
"I ate already, so I decided to do the dishes," Y/N said, answering most of the questions, but not all. The boys noticed.
"But where did you eat? I didn't see you," Jimin pouted.
"Y/N?" Yoongi asked feeling his stomach clench in worry. What was going on? Is she going to reject him? Them?
"I ate in here," Y/N told them.
"Why?" Jimin asked, "did you not want to eat with us?"
"There wasn't another chair at the table," Y/N said plainly. The boys froze for a moment.
"What?" They all asked looking at each other. Then Namjoon slapped his forehead.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Jin asked her, hurt. They were still so tired in the morning, they hadn't realized. If she had said something to them, things could have been changed. Unless she really didn't want to eat with them. That's what really worried them. They know she remembers what she saw with the way her eyes observed them differently.
"Why should I trouble you? This is your house and I do not live here. It's okay, I didn't mind eating in here. It isn't the first time I have had to do that." Y/N put the rubber gloves down and turned to look at the boys. They were starting to realize how much they had fucked up. Yoongi and Hoseok looked closely at Y/N's eyes, and could see the same hurt they had seen before. The one they had seen when they first had bbq with her all those months ago. The same hurt from when her best friend cut her off from his life.
"You are a guest," Jin said out loud, but mostly to himself. He had realized that he had failed in his duty as a host and to their friend.
"It's our fault, we didn't notice the chairs..." Taehyung said sadly as tears started to pool in his eyes. He felt incredibly guilty that they had completely forgot about her because of the meal.
"Nor did you notice I wasn't there until you finished. That's okay, I am just glad you enjoyed the food. I need to get going, though," Y/N had said and to the boys it felt like a knife to their hearts. She said it so clinically, so objectively that they instantly realized she was really hurting. Then, before any of them knew what was happening Y/N rushed out of the room and they heard a door close.
"What the fuck just happened?" Jin asked them, still trying to process the last couple of minutes.
"The girl we all love was left to eat alone in the kitchen because we are jackasses who forgot about her," Yoongi said, pulling at his own hair. Jimin started to sniffle and then so did Jungkook. Taehyung already had tears running down his cheeks.
"I would say we are over reacting, but I saw her eyes," Hoseok whispered and the boys all snapped their attention to him. Yoongi and his eyes met and they both nodded sadly.
"What do you mean?" Namjoon asked, rubbing his face with his hands making sure he was fully awake.
"We saw the same hurt months ago, the day she met Yoongi for the first time," Hoseok told them. They all know what happened and it made them feel even worse. Then all of a sudden Jimin was running out of the room towards where they heard the door.
"Well, let's not be the same type of assholes," he shot over his shoulder and rushed away, the others soon following behind. They stopped at Yoongi's doorway, and looked passed the open door. Empty. Then they heard some sounds from the bathroom.
When the door opened, a very startled Y/N stood there, breathing heavy. They all saw her situation and their hearts broke as they all rushed forward and wrapped her in their arms.
"What?" Y/N strangled out from in their arms.
"We're sorry! We are idiots. We were all still sleepy and didn't notice that our precious Y/N wasn't there. Please forgive us!" Taehyung pleaded. They boys echoed him.
A/N: Honestly, I hope you all like this update. To the few who are reading, that is.