"So you guys got caught by Y/n now?" Yoongi speaks from the one side of the phone. His other-worldly giggle rolls out of him while attending all the whining of his sister.

"How could you make fun of this situation?" Yuri snaps. "This is serious." She states, pampering her most stern voice that only encircled Yoongi with another shot of laughter.

"So that's why you are inviting me? Only to butter her up." Yoongi ridicules, only to meet up with the fact. The only intention of Yuri is to invite everyone for the sake of convincing you. If that means 'buttering you up, she won't even hesitate.

"Sort of." She emphasizes, receiving a nonchalant sigh from him.

"Glad to hear that you at least admitted it." Yoongi refers to the positivity of the situation.

"Which one?" Being the confused one, Yuri asks.

"That you are actually planning to butter her up." He mocks, adding some annoyance towards the worry of Yuri.

"Yah!" She lets out an outburst.

"Don't be rude. You may regret it later." He blackmails her with her intention.

"Same goes with you. Don't make fun of me. You've to pay for it later." The inauthentic mocking gasp leaves Yoongi regarding her threat.

"You should've told her. She may not react like this." He rewinds to the regret again.

"Are you of any help? All you do is mock and make me regret my every decision." Yuri yelps out helplessly.

"You should regret. No, you have to regret." Yoongi advises before going back to the topic. "By the way, is she really that mad?" The trace of concern flows out of his voice.

"She seemed. She didn't scream or anything." Yuri responds after a pause. "She's hurt." All over again the redemption of her mistake haunts her.

"And that's both of yours fault." Yoongi once more reminds them.

"Yeah yeah. I know. Will you please come?" Yuri requests with a sharp exhalation.

"Yeah...I'm on my way." Yoongi agrees to her plan finally.

||

Every notion and every single moment that you shared with Jungkook rewinds in your mind. And for the first time, you feel good after crying a while ago. Maybe the pressure of admitting the reality wasn't an easy deal for you. Day by day, it was taking every tiny piece of happiness substituting with a new kind of gut feeling and made-up beliefs.

You rest your body on the comfort of the couch, eyes close. The peace offers your mind to some soft music which only you could hear, twitching your feet with the beats. Face luxuriates as if you are in a deep slumber.

Taking the advantage of the complaisant aura around you, Namjoon scoots closer to you, afraid that he might wake you up abruptly. Though you've been awake in the first place, you decide to play along.

"Hey." He softly whispers.

You swear you decided to play along with the act, but the smell of freshly baked cookies isn't of help. The sweet aroma of the cookies swirling around the house, challenging your plan to ignore him.

'Okay. I can do this.' You assure your mind one more time before hopping for the alternative.

Slowly with the maintenance of calamity, you open your eyes as if from a heavy slumber. A smile creeps around your face, the moment you recognize Yoongi placing the bowl of cookies in front of you.

"You're awake?" Namjoon murmurs in surprise.

His voice not being that audible fails to reach you as you continue to munch on the cookies that Yoongi brought. Needless to say that, you are enjoying their effort in convincing you. Baking you cookies and all, are all the source of buttering you up.

"Hey! Won't you say anything to them?" Yoongi plops on the couch in front of you. Another evil grin slightly lays across your face as you ignore all their questions, giving your full attention to the cookies.

"I swear I'm gonna snatch the cookies from you." Yoongi threatens with a blaring glare. The impatience and annoyance topping his voice and expression as Yuri reach to calm him down.

"What am I supposed to say?" You clear your throat. The lack of fear in your eyes dares his threatening eyes, in mockery. As you most definitely know that he's aware of your advantages towards all this convincing stuff.

Tough seconds of all glaring and threatening continue till Namjoon softly grabs both of your hands in his.

The recipe of hopelessness and despair builds the trace of sturdy emotions on his brown orbs. He wants to beg, plead, get down on his knees and tell you that your opinion has meaning.

And that he's ashamed.

And that he's sorry.

But no words form out of his lips while his expression discloses all his emotions like an open book, only to let you regret the acts you did earlier.

Goofily making fun of their effort while enjoying their advantages.

"Now you are the one being a crybaby." You let out a choked-out chuckle while ruffling his hair. The moment he hears you, the glitter of hope shoots through his orbs with gratitude towards you.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, before pulling you in a hug.

Only to melt your heart in the aura of happiness.

||

Ring.

Can't reach the caller id.

The robotic voice affirms from the phone, making Jungkook let out a cry of frustration.

The annoyance settles in the atmosphere as he hisses. The minutes pass by prickling his anxiety so the mess in his room. His focus can't help but get scattered from the extreme rush of thoughts.

It's a mess.

His thoughts.

His hope.

His...fate.

The phone rests on his hand, still trying to call Dongmin. But unfortunately, he's out of reach achieving the highest on the scale of his patience and doubt.

He did all this with all his intention.

But out of all people why her?

Song Y/n.

Once again the worries in his head invite you in. Gladly yet painfully, replaying all those words that you've said at that beach. Every moment and every expression of you, vivid as daylight in his mind.

The guilt along with the worry of certain things floods his mind determining his doe eyes to squeeze shut.

What he gonna do?

Now he's the one concerning about your change of perspective.

The sudden bang from his door doesn't help swim out of his thoughts, as he sits on the edge of his bed. His phone laying across the untidied sheets of the bed while the frustration, guilt, and betrayal tie him in his place with non-existent strings.

"Jungkook." The man speaks who just burst in. His voice low, afraid of his situation right now. The thoughts ink ever perfectly on his face as he raises his eyes to meet the owner of the voice.

Tears hiding and seeking before his cheeks while he displays the troublesome situation through his expression. The man in front of him feels his heart sink, witnessing his adored person's worst.

"Hobi!" Jungkook's voice cracks.