Disruption • P.JM

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Tina P.O.V.

I could have killed Jungkook. I was going to kill Jungkook. If that little shit hadn't fallen asleep in my room, I wouldn't have had to sit through Jimin's heart-shattering declaration. I would never have known which meant that I would never have to sit around and think about how much shittier this situation could get.

I wouldn't be standing in front of my room trying to gently pound my fist into it. I am going to strangle him. I hadn't slept at all last night. I kept my eyes focused on the wall from my side of the bed so I didn't flip over to face him in my sleep. I was scared of waking up to him.

I couldn't look at him. I didn't want to see if he was sleeping soundly or looking at me. I practically jolted out of his room without looking back. However, in my mind, I couldn't stop picturing his vulnerable face as he purged his feelings.

But I might break if you leave me.

No. No, no, no, no! My thoughts were screaming through my mind. I was perfectly fine with him hating me, exchanging apologies, but this? We couldn't possibly continue down our toxic path. Could we?

No. This had to stop. I had to stop. I couldn't keep playing around with his feelings and I couldn't watch him retaliate anymore. It was unbearable. Everything that has happened up to this point has been psychotic. Nari, Dahye, Jungkook, Kang, Seulgi. They were all just people getting sucked into our mess of a relationship.

We had been throwing everything we could at each other and then brushing it off as if we weren't chipping away piece by piece. And I could handle much more than he could because I knew so much more than he did. He didn't know who I was. And what is the point telling him now? So that he could go off on me about hiding it from him this whole time, or so that he could break down completely about what he's done to me.

Because that's Jimin, from what I've seen, at least. He'll go crazy about how he hurt me. I know it. Even past all the anger, he would get over it and be distraught about his actions. However, by the time he actually got past all the anger, I'd either be dead or have fled the country. And I'm already aware of how that would work out.

I felt stuck. Stuck between nurturing Jimin's feelings so he doesn't act out again and giving it all up by either running away or coming clean. I also currently felt stuck planted in front of my door. It's 5:57 AM. If Jungkook doesn't wake up in the next ten seconds, I'm going to burn this hotel to the ground.

After several minutes passing by of my incessant knocking, the door finally swung open to a chaotic looking Jungkook. His hair was muddled, strands confused in which direction to go, and his face looked pale from exhaustion. His eyes were nearly squinted shut.

"Why the fuck do you keep knocking?" He grumbled out, sleepily.

"Because I need to get in my room, pabo!" I shouted in a whisper, pushing past him.

He closed the door and looked around, bewilderment slowly forming over his face.

"This isn't my room." He said, though it sounded less like a realization and more like a question. He seemed to slowly start waking up fully.

"No, it's my room."

"So why were you outside?" He murmured.

"Because I got locked out last night. I was supposed to sleep in your room, but both of our keys were in here and I was stuck in the hallway."

Jungkook's eyes immediately widened as he comprehended the situation I was in last night. He rushed over and threw his arms around me, holding me tightly against his chest.