Harmony's Melody (BTS - Jungkook FanFic)

Chapter 59: Blood, Sweat, Tears

JUNGKOOK'S POV

"I'll pop out for a while."

I strode out the dorms and immediately made a run for the elevator when I heard that Seoyeon came back already.

We're the same age, but I feel so vulnerable...for her. I know Jiyong is a good person and he can protect her at times. Sometimes, I tell myself that I can't trust him.

Just right now, her pictures were all over the internet. Her identity is no longer YG's hidden talent anymore. There were questions everywhere, asking who she was.

It was nice to see a lot of positive comments, complimenting her looks or height. But I'm scared for that. I'm worried for her.

*ding*

The elevator came down and I entered, my palms sweating as I waited for the doors to open again. The ride downstairs felt like forever as I exited the foyer in three long strides.

The night was dead silent.

It was no longer a surprise anymore. It was either him hugging her or her hugging him. Pulling on my hoodie, I lowered my gaze. I kept my head low but kept my eyes on them through under my fringe.

Jiyong shook his head for a moment as Seoyeon pulled away. I didn't let him open his mouth for another moment.

Seoyeon froze as I slipped my fingers between hers. She tried to pull away but I gripped tighter.

There was another silence as Jiyong stared at me. He looked unsteady for a moment, but then his sarcastic smile faded. He turned towards Seoyeon in a calm fashion.

"Do you know what you're doing? Are you perhaps cheating on him?"

"I...I don't...I don't do those kinds of things..." Seoyeon stuttered.

I bowed. "Please head back home, sunbae. Please rest well."

"Hold on." He raised a hand. "We're all here together. Why don't we clear things up a bit? Hm?"

Seoyeon didn't say anything as I felt her hand tremor a little. It's not just this I'm worried about. Her training... With all this drama, how is this a suitable environment for her to focus on her training?

Should I try to put a stop on it? What if she'll hate me for it?

"There's no misunderstanding," I stated.

"Chaeseonghamida," Seoyeon exhaled. "Chaeseonghamida." Her voice sounded hoarse and I knew she was on the verge of tears.

"Please rest well," I said again as Jiyong crossed his arms over his chest.

He didn't respond and breathed out an intoxicating stench of perfumed alcoholic carbon dioxide. It was weird as he looked at me as if he was still sober. I knew he couldn't be.

Seoyeon bowed and I gently ushered her back inside as Jiyong watched. I feel guilty about it as well.

Why in the entire world did we have to fall for the same girl? Only one of us can. Only this, there cannot be any respect. I cannot respect him and he cannot respect me.

But in the end, it's really all up to Seoyeon.

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SEOYEON'S POV

For the past few weeks, I felt it all weighing down on me. The fact that I basically neglected training for a week because of the fashion show, the aftereffects were playing with me right now.