Unfair | Suga | Completed

Feelings

Normal P.O.V.

         You stood still at the counter, clutching your coffee cup. Maybe since you'd opened up to him a little, he'd start talking to you again.

         Although, you couldn't help but remember the look of pity you saw he had for you. You also couldn't help but hope he noticed you were wearing one of the boy's clothes since you didn't have anything else with you.

When this situation was brought up, Taehyung immediately found something of his for you to wear, which meant a shirt that was way too big and a pair of sweats that could tie. He also gave you a hoodie.

"Just in case," He had said with a smile. You graciously took it, and actually had to sleep in it because of how light the covers were in the room you stayed in.

Suga hadn't said anything about it, but maybe that was because he wasn't even slightly awake yet.

You walked into the living room, one hand in the hoodie's pocket, the other one holding the cup of coffee you were sipping from.

Everyone was out there except for Yoongi and Jimin. Maybe they were talking or something.

You sat down in the empty space on the couch, getting a good morning from every single guy that was in the room.

"Good morning everyone," You returned, smiling at all of them. They seemed satisfied with your response.

You were honestly surprised they had a bedroom for you to stay in, but they did. It was plain and had the bare minimum of things inside, making it obvious it was a spare.

"I should go, I don't have any clothes or anything," You said once you finished your coffee.

"Aw, but you could get some clothes and come back!" Taehyung suggested. You laughed a little.

"I don't know, I don't want to be any trouble or anything."

"We love having you here, you aren't trouble," Namjoon insisted. You heard everyone else mumble in agreement.

"If you guys want I can stay longer," You said, uncertain of what Yoongi would think if you stayed again. As if on cue, he and Jimin came out of his room.

        "Hey, ______ might stay again, is that cool?" Jin asked them. Jimin automatically said it was fine, but Yoongi hesitated, making you nervous.

        "I guess..." He replied finally, trailing off.
    
       "Then it's settled. I'll walk home with you, ______ and help you carry anything," Jungkook said, getting up from his spot on the couch.

       "I'm coming too," Taehyung insisted as soon as Jungkook had stopped talking. No one said that he couldn't, so of course, he came.

        You three left the dorm and headed towards your apartment.

       "Hey ______?" Jungkook got your attention.

      "Hmm?"

      "Don't take what Suga's doing to heart, I can tell he really likes you."

       You stopped walking for a second.

     "That's hilarious, Jungkook, but be serious," You replied frustratedly. You could feel all the confusion and irritation you've been holding in rise to the surface.

      He sighed.
 
        "Suga likes ______?" Taehyung asked, tilting his head like he'd done before. You always thought that was cute.

        "Well yeah, I thought everyone could tell," Jungkook replied with a shrug.

        "Then why's he acting like he hates me, huh? What did I do?" You asked, your voice getting louder.

       "Hey, calm down! I wouldn't know," Jungkook quickly said, looking shocked at how you had responded.

     "Yeah, no one does. No one knows! There has to be a reason! I didn't say anything to him, I didn't do anything. I'm trying to be as nice as I can, but it's starting to get pretty difficult!" You had balled up your fists and you could feel tears threatening to spill over your cheeks.

        He was the one that started all this. What was his reason? Why? What had you done to deserve this anyway?

          Taehyung wrapped his arms around you, snapping you back to reality. You felt your hands relax and you couldn't help but finally let it out.

          The tears started to pour. Taehyung didn't let you go, he only hugged you tighter. You cried on his chest, not caring that Jungkook was watching. It hurt to be neglected like this.

         It was almost like a trap, he lured you in, and it's like he got you right where he wanted you.