Fear and hesitation seeps into my pores as I stand outside the front door of my house. I don't want to go in, but I have to, if I want to mend my relationship with Namjoon.

"Go on," Jeongguk encourages me. His hand rests on the small of my back, reassuring me that he'll be there to help me, to stay with me. I don't know why I'm trusting him so much; but I don't want to know either.

I stretch out an arm, and use my knuckle to knock on the door softly. The door swings open, the first thing I see is the face of Jimin.

"Taehyung!" He cries, and engulfs me into a hug. Jeongguk's hand slips from my back, but I can feel the ghost of where his hand was, the feeling of the pad of his fingers pressing my back.

"Where have you been?" Jimin questions after pulling away from our hug. I keep quiet. My eyes scans his face, there is no disappointment written on it, only happiness and relief.

"I was out . . . I camped the night somewhere else," I reply. Jimin's eyes widens in astonishment and concern. He grips onto my shoulder roughly, and digs his nails into my skin. I wince.

"You could've gotten hurt, you know that? Do you know how worried Namjoon and I were?" There is fire in his eyes. The painful feeling of his nails digging into my skin sends me reeling, but I know, the pain I'm feeling right now cannot be compared to the pain he felt when I disappeared without notice.

"Jeongguk stayed with me. He made sure I was safe." I try to defend myself. I feel myself shrinking in front of Jimin, and I turn to look at Jeongguk for help.

"That's right, I was with him," Jeongguk steps up. His thumb draws circles on the back of my hand. This action soothes me. I grasp onto Jeongguk's hand for support, and shrug Jimin's hand off my shoulder.

"Taehyung?" Namjoon emerges from the kitchen. His hands are wet, and there's an apron wrapped around his body. Hopefully the kitchen is still safe.

"Namjoon," I say. My voice comes out scratchy and throaty. I have to let out a cough before trying my voice out again. "Hey."

I feel like I've just walked into a heavy downpour; my clothes feel soaked; so heavy, awkward, and useless.

"Taehyung?" Jeongguk's voice soothes the ache in my head when I begin to think too much. Tears blur my view, and I have to blink them away.

Now numerous pairs of eyes stare at me. I inhale deeply. There's not turning back now. I am not a coward, and I will not turn back.

"I came back to apologise," My voice comes out tight, and uncomfortable. I wish it didn't. My hands shiver nervously, and I have to clench them and press them to my sides to hide the shakiness.

"It was . . . it was wrong of me to lash out on you guys. I was just feeling really edgy that day," Words tumble out of my mouth like a waterfall. Sincere words flows out of my mouth so smoothly, it's as though I've memorised a script beforehand.

"Namjoon and Jimin, I know the both of you are trying to keep me safe because I'm in a very vulnerable state. That's why I'm sorry for acting like a spoilt child that day," I apologise sincerely. Both of them send me tight smiles and awkward hugs.

There's still so much more I want to tell them, but not now, not here, not when there's Seokjin and Yoongi in the same confined space as us.

A touch on my shoulder jostles me back to reality. Namjoon has his lips pressed together, forming a thin red line.

"Welcome back, brother."

√a.n.

A lot of you are asking when will taekook realise they're mates, but the thing is, I never said they're gonna mates :)

sOOO I'M PRACTICALLY SHAKING IN BOOTS AS I TYPE,,,,, FIGHTER IS #676 in FANFICTIONS AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW THIS BOOK GETS READS BECAUSE IT'S NOT A CLICHE SAPPY HIGHSCHOOL STORY BUT THANK YOU♡
I didn't really wanna update, but I woke up this morning and saw this book's ranking, and wOW I WON'T DISAPPOINT MY READERS