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Outro: Tear

Your relationship with three amazing men felt like a dream come true until insecurity and failed communication caused everything to slowly fall apart.

❤ Namjoon x Yoongi x Hoseok x Reader

❤ word count: 5.5k

❤ strangers & friends to lovers, and lovers to exes, fast-paced slice of life story, angst, smut, fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+

❤ notes & warnings: smut (sex between reader and one or more man, anal sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, use of vibrator, subspace & becoming non-verbal, safeword/signal), fluff, angst (jealousy, breaking up)

❤ reader’s nickname is Bloom

❤ written for the Bangtan on Replay collab! ❤ beta ready by @neoneunnajimin ❤ posted june 2022 | read on ao3

이별은 내게 티어 나도 모르게 내 눈가 위에 피어 채 내뱉지 못한 얘기들이 흐르고 미련이 나의 얼굴 위를 기어 내게 넌 한때는 나의 dear 하지만 이제 쓰기만 한 beer 때늦은 자기혐오로 얼룩진 심장은 스치는 저 바람에도 비어 이별은 거짓뿐이던 나의 연극 끝에 오고야 말았던 나의 댓가 누군가 시간을 되돌려준다면 어쩜 내가 좀 더 솔직할 수 있었을까

"What is it you love so much about me?" Hoseok asks with eyes glittering like a thousand stars.

"Everything," Namjoon mutters quickly as if it's the easiest thing in the world.

Yoongi snickers. "Cop out response."

Annoyance bubbles in you, and you sigh, wrapping your arms tightly around Hoseok's waist, resting your head against his ribs. "Alright, then," you challenge, looking at Yoongi, whose pale arm is draped over Hoseok's opposite hip, "what do you love so much about Hoseok?"

Namjoon's arm tightens around you, and you rub your foot against the expanse of leg that you're able to reach, from behind.

"Aside from everything?" Yoongi teases, and you and Namjoon hum.

Yoongi cranes his neck to look up from Hoseok's hip, takes Hoseok's hand in his, and kisses his knuckles. Hoseok must run his other hand through Namjoon's hair because you feel movement from Hoseok as Namjoon sinks into a feeling, pressing his body into yours.

"I love his consideration," Yoongi says softly. "How he lights up the room and gives me the energy I need sometimes. I love the quiet ways he shows love. And the sweet sounds he makes when I fuck him."

"I love you too, Yoongi," Hoseok mutters. "And Namjoon, and Bloom."

Namjoon closes his eyes and hums contentedly, and you squeeze Hoseok in another side hug. Namjoon and Yoongi don't say it to each other anymore, and neither of them seems to have the energy to bring it up. You certainly don't.

"I love all those things too," Namjoon mutters, tracing circles over your hip with the tip of his ring finger.

"Me too," you respond, sleep feeling heavy on your eyelids as you allow them to close softly.

Hoseok ruffles Namjoon's hair with a giggle, then reaches for yours to do the same. "Of course you do, my loves. I never doubted you."

Dating the three of them was as easy as breathing.

Until it wasn’t.

"Hey there, pretty," a bright, soft voice called over the loud music at your favorite pub.

Your best friend Namjoon had just been stood up by a date and was on his way to meet with you and drown his sorrows in cheap pints. You weren't expecting to find someone else talking to you, and when you turned to the voice, you were stunned. Dark brown hair fell in gentle waves over the forehead of the prettiest face you had ever seen. Long, thin features and a tall, slender body, and when he smiled, his lips made a heart.

"H-hey," you muttered, then swallowed down a lump in your throat.

"Are you here with anyone?" the pretty man asked, looking at the small empty high-top table you sat at.

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out, so you cleared your throat and tried again, shaking your head. "N-no. My—uh—my friend going to join me, but—"

Pretty man shifted away and said, "Oh, I'm sorry," but you shook your head again and nodded toward the table.

"He won't mind. The more the merrier, right?"

The man's eyes lit up at the suggestion, and with a shy nod, he rounded the table, taking a seat across from you. You chit-chatted about the bar and the music, laughing and happily getting to know one another. You learned that his name is Hoseok, and you introduced yourself but warned that Namjoon would call you Bloom rather than your government name. Hoseok cooed as if he thought it was cute.

"Because you're as pretty as a flower?" he teased kindly.

"Because I was a crybaby as a kid," you admit with a grin, "and my friends always said tears bloom in my eyes too easily."

Hoseok's reaction—an endeared smile and squeal—brought a warm blush to your cheeks, and you attempted to change the topic, but Hoseok adamantly dug for as much information as he could. He swooned particularly hard when, after asking which movie made you the most emotional, you teared up as you muttered, "Spirited Away."

When Namjoon finally arrived, he was, as you expected, excited to see the pretty man sitting at your table. Hoseok stood to introduce himself, holding out a hand, and when Namjoon took Hoseok’s dainty fingers in his own and bowed his head to place a soft kiss on Hoseok’s honey skin, Hoseok’s cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink, blush shining despite the dim lighting of the bar.

Hoseok suddenly looked shy as he cleared his throat and offered to grab the next round of beers for the table, and it made your heart soar to watch how flustered he became. Pretty boys like Hoseok should feel adoration, especially by someone as handsome as Namjoon.

With Hoseok gone, Namjoon turned to you, and you stood from your stool in time for him to wrap you into a tight hug. Namjoon—having anticipated going on a date—had his sandy brown hair nicely coiffed off his forehead, and he smelled like a fresh spring day, floral and woody, and you closed your eyes to allow the scent to fill your nose before releasing the hug and taking your place on the stool.

“What a pleasant surprise,” Namjoon said, dimples indenting his cheeks. “Although it throws a wrench in my plans, but you had no way of knowing.”

You studied your friend and cocked your head to the side. Plans? What plans could Namjoon have possibly had; it’s not as if he anticipated his date going sour, did he? Perhaps, since he was stood up by someone you tried to set him up with, Namjoon hoped to get back at you somehow for making a bad judgment call. Namjoon has never been a malicious man—in fact, he’s the sweetest man you think you’d ever met—but he has always been a bit of a trickster, and you wouldn’t put it past him to have been planning some kind of prank as retaliation.

Hoseok returned with three pints cradled between his long fingers, and Namjoon beamed, falling into conversation with the two of you as if you were already old friends who were catching up for the first time in a long time.

It was nice how easy it was to talk to Hoseok, and although he looked at both you and Namjoon with stars in his eyes, potentially hoping for more than friendship from one of you, you did your best not to let it distract you so you could have a good night for the sake of your friend.

So when, after another three pints each, you found yourself frantically unlocking your apartment door while Namjoon and Hoseok made out behind you, you were still in a daze, unable to wrap your mind around everything that had led to that point.

It swam in flashes through your mind: Hoseok shyly but confidently admitting to having a crush on the both of you and Namjoon admitting that he planned to finally confess to the feelings he had been harboring for you if his date went sour, but also that he was interested in Hoseok. You admitted to also having feelings for Namjoon and for finding Hoseok extremely charming and attractive. When Namjoon suggested you all go back to your place—the closest of the three—you didn't give it a second thought.

As soon as the apartment door shut behind you, hands were pulling you into the tangle, and the three of you touched and kissed and groped while haphazardly stepping out of your shoes. It was hard to keep track of who was who until Namjoon bent, wrapped his arms around your thighs, and picked you up, leading the way to your room with Hoseok grinning and watching you as he followed from behind.

Falling into bed with Namjoon and Hoseok felt as comfortable as breathing. Namjoon undressed you while Hoseok undressed Namjoon and himself, and Hoseok didn't seem to mind that Namjoon wanted to pay a little more attention to you; he understood that there was a connection you and Namjoon had that he didn't share, and it didn't seem to make him feel intimidated. He seemed to enjoy watching the two of you just as much as he enjoyed joining you.

Hoseok stretched Namjoon with his mouth and fingers while Namjoon laid between your legs and eagerly ate you out like a man starved. Deep moans came out muffled between your thighs, and it took no time at all for Namjoon to make you come, and for Hoseok to make Namjoon come soon after.

When Hoseok held Namjoon by the neck, fucking him while he was up on his knees, toned chest arched forward, you kissed and touched Namjoon, stroking his cock and telling him what a good boy he was for Hoseok.

You didn't think anything could be better than watching two pretty boys fuck until Hoseok told you to get on your knees and take Namjoon's cock while Hoseok continued to fuck him. Namjoon didn't last in that position, but after he came for a second time and let Hoseok finish, Namjoon had you on your back screaming his name while Hoseok's hands touched and massaged you and made you feel so good.

By the time you rode Hoseok's cock, back arched with your head lolled back and whimpering his name, you knew that this was not just a one-time thing. Namjoon watched the two of you with sleep and adoration in his eyes, and you knew that this would become something regular that the three of you would share.

Each time you had one or both of them in bed, they were sure to take their time with you, slowly building your arousal and holding you through intense orgasms, making you feel loved and cherished. Both men were eager to please and be pleased, never vying for more control than the other and always making sure everyone was experiencing pleasure at all times.

You slipped quickly into routines with Namjoon and Hoseok, both as individuals and as a unit, never feeling pressure to put a label on whatever you were doing. People asked a lot of questions, but you didn't mind, and when the two of them wanted to spend time without you, you never felt left out because as soon as you were with them again, it was as if you were one of only three people on earth who existed. Often, your apartment was lively with dinner parties and movie nights, followed by sleepovers where very little actual sleep was involved.

As the semester came closer to an end, you and Namjoon became busier with exams, and Hoseok's students were spending more time perfecting their dance recitals. You had less time to spend with both of them, but each moment was special, and you wouldn't have had it any other way.

Despite the chaos, there was always a balance. And then Yoongi came along.

Several months into whatever you, Namjoon and Hoseok were doing, you were at a nightclub celebrating Namjoon's birthday when a man clad in all black with light brown hair and dangling silver earrings that shimmered in the rainbow lights came up to your table and asked you to dance. You hesitated at first, stunned by his beauty.

When you looked at Namjoon and Hoseok, who sat close to one another, holding each other as if they were the couple and you were the third wheel, Hoseok nodded his chin to the man with a smile and said, "We don't mind."

"Are they your babysitters?" the man asked with one eyebrow cocked.

"We're together," you said matter-of-factly.

"Ah," the man said, softening his expression, "my apologies."

"I'm Bloom," you offered, willing to move on from the transgression. "This is Hoseok and Namjoon. It's Namjoon's birthday."

"Birthday," the man said with a wide smile, straightening out his posture. "What do you like to drink? I'll bring it out."

Namjoon eagerly accepted the offer, and with four new drinks in hand and a new man joining you in the booth, the night became a bit of a blur. You learned quickly that the man's name is Yoongi and that Yoongi is a beast on the dance floor, grinding against you and pulling you into him in ways that made you eager to take him home with the three of you and let him fuck you senseless. And when you brought the idea up to the other two, biting your lip and pleading with your eyes, they didn't hesitate.

"Yoongi seems like a good match for our group," Hoseok shouted over the loud trap song. “He’s fiery!”

And Yoongi was a good match for the group at first. He was just as eager to please, with a little more assertiveness in the bedroom but never taking over full control. He liked to overstimulate you, and rather than slowly bringing you to orgasm the way the other two did, he had you racing to the finish line so quickly it made your head spin.

Often, Yoongi would keep going until you were begging him to stop, unsure you could handle more and more pleasure, and perform aftercare for you long after the other two were spent and wrapped up in one another.

"I could spend forever with the three of you, just like this," Yoongi would groan with a smile in his voice, holding you close while the other two slept, and you would nod and smile and hum in agreement sinking into the feeling of Yoongi's arms.

Just as spontaneously as you, Namjoon and Hoseok accepted each other as a group, Yoongi was accepted, too. Yoongi followed the lead of you and the others, checking in with the group to make sure everyone was happy and eager to maintain the balance that had already been struck between the three of you. But then Yoongi and Hoseok began to spend time together alone, and Namjoon didn't like that.

When it was just the three of you, Namjoon had no issue with you and Hoseok going on dates without him, and you couldn't fathom why it would upset him to suddenly let Hoseok and Yoongi spend time alone, together.

You took it personally at first, wondering why Namjoon couldn't be happy with just you. You wondered if it was a mistake to have gotten involved with Namjoon sexually in the first place, worrying that you'd just ruined a friendship that you had spent practically your entire life building. But then Namjoon confessed to having different types of feelings for all three of you, and you realized that it was the same for you.

The growing love you felt for all three of them was just as intense across the board, but looking at it more closely, you realize there were different types of love you felt for each of them and different bonds you had established, as well.

Namjoon, for example, was your best friend. You loved Namjoon in a way that you imagined loving someone you would want to build forever with. Namjoon was safe, sturdy, reliable and kind. Namjoon was home.

Hoseok was like the sunshine peeking through rain clouds, brightening your dreariest of days and making you feel a level of comfort and peace you never thought possible. Hoseok made you want to write poetry and cry openly during touching films. Loving Hoseok was like wrapping yourself in a thick, warm blanket on a cold winter night.

And then there was Yoongi. Yoongi awakened a desire inside you that you never knew you harbored. Every kink you were too shy to explore, every risk you were too afraid to take, Yoongi held your hand and guided you through it every step of the way. Yoongi was bold and beautiful and unafraid of anything. Yoongi made you feel alive.

Because of the differences in bonds you had with each man, you always felt like there was a balance within the relationship, whether you were spending time with one, or two, or all three of them. Hoseok also seemed to feel that way and frequently expressed it as much, and Yoongi would gush about the three of you equally. Namjoon’s feelings, however, were not balanced.

Namjoon would often grumble about Yoongi. At first, his complaints were personal, such as, "Yoongi takes up too much of Hoseok's attention but never seems to have time for me," or, "Yoongi and I just don't see eye-to-eye on some topics." But then he would begin to project complaints onto others, such as, "Yoongi is too rough with you," or "Yoongi is too controlling of Hoseok."

You didn't think much of it, dismissing the complaints that were most unfounded—because Yoongi was the right amount of rough with you, and Hoseok never seemed bothered with the time or energy Yoongi spent on him—but then you started to notice Namjoon shift, entirely. The more you refuted his unfounded claims, the more he seemed to think you sided with Yoongi until one day, he assumed you were flat out against him.

“I’m not siding with anyone,” you would insist, begging Namjoon to understand your point of view. “I just don’t think you’re being fair with him, and I don’t think he’s being fair with you, either.”

But Namjoon wouldn’t listen. He would roll his eyes and shake his head and come up with example after exaggerated example of you and Hoseok preferring Yoongi to him. Sometimes it would get so bad, the only way you could get through to Namjoon—to show him how much you still loved him—was through his cock.

You would wrap your arms around Namjoon’s neck and whimper his name, rolling your hips to meet his while begging him to make you come undone all over him. Namjoon would lick into your mouth as you moaned and trembled through your orgasm and hold you close as you fell asleep blissfully and satisfied.

But then morning would come, and it would all start again.

“I think we should rotate date nights,” Hoseok suggested one night when all four of you were at your place watching a film. You and Yoongi were curled together on the floor while Namjoon and Hoseok cuddled on the couch.

“Or perhaps the four of us should do more things together,” Yoongi suggested.

You looked back at Namjoon, who stared ahead, watching the television. "Joonie," you said softly, and Namjoon just hummed in response, continuing to stare ahead.

"What do you think about the suggestions?" you tried again, and this time Namjoon shrugged.

"A date with the four of us sounds fine," he muttered, "but isn't that what we're doing right now?"

"Maybe we should take Hoseok's suggestion and do individual dates," you said.

When Namjoon finally did look at you, there was a fire ablaze in his eyes that made you swallow a lump. He clearly did not seem happy, but he also didn't want to voice why. Yoongi, however, wasn't afraid to voice anything.

"He doesn't want to go on a date with me," Yoongi said.

Namjoon didn't reply, but he squinted, gaze turned back to the television.

"It's fine," Yoongi continued. "I don't want to put in the effort anymore, either.”

"Put in the effort?" Namjoon asked, voice loud and angry, making the hairs on your body stand up. "When have you ever put in the effort with me, Yoongi?"

Yoongi scoffed and shook his head, pulling you closer. "Forget it," he muttered.

"No, Yoongi, I can't forget it because you constantly rub it in my face."

Yoongi sighed and sat up straight, dropping his arm from around you. You could tell he was exhausted and heartbroken to be having this conversation again, and you wished you could just make both of them relax and see eye-to-eye. But it was never that easy with either of them.

"Namjoon," Yoongi said softly. "Look, I don't know why you seem to think I'm trying to rub anything in your face or why you get so upset with Bloom or Hoseok spending time with me. I'm not trying to take them from you. I love you too, you know? And it's okay that you don't love me back, but please...can we not fight?"

Namjoon scoffed, and Hoseok muttered, "What, Joonie?" to which Namjoon said, "I know you don't love me, so just stop."

"Go on a date with me," Yoongi said, turning his body to face Namjoon. Namjoon must have responded silently in some way that you missed, and Yoongi continued, pressing on more eagerly. "Let me show you, one-on-one, how I feel about you, Namjoon. If you don't enjoy the date then I won't try again."

"Fine," Namjoon huffed, and that was the end of it.

Except that wasn't the end of that. Rather, it was the beginning of the end of everything, though, at the time, nobody had really seen it coming. The date they went on went so well that they went back to Yoongi's place, talked and fucked it all out, and it seemed like everything was resolved.

Yoongi and Namjoon seemed really happy around one another, and you and Hoseok were vocal about how pleased you were that everything seemed to be great again. But then you had a particularly steamy date with Yoongi and Namjoon got in his head again.

Your phone rang off the hook for several minutes straight while Yoongi had you on your back with your ankles over his shoulders and a vibrator on your clit. Your eyes were practically in the back of your head, and you could no longer moan, much less answer a phone call. Yoongi picked it up.

"Namjoonah," Yoongi rasped, panting softly while continuing to fuck you, "we're a little busy, baby, is something the matter?"

You looked up as best as you could and tried to reach for the vibrator, to stop yourself from having another orgasm just yet, but your arms were like rubber, and Yoongi shook his head, "No."

You had a safeword—or in this case, a red handkerchief to wave that was bunched up in your other hand—but you didn't want to use it, it wasn’t a safesignal-type situation; you just didn't want Namjoon to possibly hear you come in case he was feeling some sort of way.

Yoongi sighed quietly and said, "Can we talk about this in another ten or fifteen minutes? I'm with Bloom." A short pause followed, and then, "Namjoonah, that's not what I meant, I'm just literally fucking her, can we wait to have this conversation? I'll call you the moment I come."

With a louder sigh, Yoongi's hips slowed to a stop. "What are you talking about? I'm not rubbing anything in anyone's face; I answered because you wouldn't stop calling, and I was worried there was an emergency."

"Bloom, baby, can you say hi to Namjoonah?" Yoongi asked, holding the phone from his ear. You shook your head and held out the red handkerchief. "Nah, she's non-verbal right now...Well, I knew she was, which is why I answered her phone, Namjoonah! I was just confirming it for you; I know what it looks like when she—we're not doing anything unsafe, why do you get so mad—okay, you know what? I'm not getting yelled at while my cock softens inside our girlfriend; we'll talk about this later."

Yoongi hung up the call and sat back on the bed, gently dropping your legs down around him while pulling his cock out. He turned off the vibrator and sighed, running a hand through his light brown hair.

"I don't understand why he gets like this," Yoongi muttered.

The shouting and Yoongi's stress began to pull you back from subspace, and you rolled into a ball on your side, wrapping your arms around your knees. Yoongi laid in front of you and pulled the blanket over both your bodies and rubbed his hand over your hair.

"Sorry, baby Bloom. I shouldn't have answered."

You wanted to tell Yoongi that it's okay, that you understand why he answered the call, so you placed a hand over his, and you nuzzled against it, sinking into the feeling of his hand against your skin. Yoongi sighed, smiled, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

"I don't like that he fucks you until you can't speak. What if you need him to stop?"

You sighed and threw your hands into the air, slamming your palms against your thighs. Namjoon had barely entered your apartment, and already he was stressing you out.

"Namjoon, I like it, okay? Please stop being so overbearing."

"You like it?"

"Yes," you groaned, already so tired of this conversation. "I like it. We have a safe signal in place that I have never had to use because he takes good care of me."

Namjoon crossed his arms around his chest. "Is that what you want me to do to you, too? Are you even satisfied with the way I fuck you? Does Hoseok make you non-verbal?"

Tears welled in your eyes, and you felt exasperated. You've always loved Namjoon so much and you hated how he began to behave. Your relationship with Namjoon was the one relationship that hurt the most to see cracks in, and it was the only one that seemed to fall apart.

"Namjoon, please, stop."

"This is just too much for me."

"Why?"

Namjoon's eyes were glued to the floor, and he shook his head. "I don't think I can do this. I don't want to lose you or Hoseok, but I don't think I can handle Yoongi."

"Yoongi is good to us, and he loves you. It's alright that the four of us have different personalities and approaches to the relationships, but you can't try to dictate what others do when it doesn't directly affect you."

Namjoon just nodded and stared ahead.

"And no, Namjoon, Hoseok does not make me non-verbal. And I don't need you to change the way you fuck me. I love everything you do, and so does Hoseok, and so does Yoongi. The thing that makes these relationships so exciting and dynamic is all of our differences. But you can't worry about how Yoongi and I fuck. If I didn't like it, we wouldn't do it."

"I just worry about you," Namjoon muttered. "And I'm sorry. If you're happy with the way Yoongi treats you, then I should be satisfied. I don't know why this is so hard for me."

"I don't need you to worry about me, Namjoon. I don't want you to worry about me. I need you to trust me and trust that I know my boundaries and that I'm happy."

Namjoon seemed to understand. He pulled you into his arms and apologized for being overbearing. You tangled up with Namjoon in bed to show him just how much you liked the way he fucked you, knowing that trying to repair the issues with sex once more would be a problematic way of fixing things but not stopping yourself from trying.

"I don't understand why they struggle so hard to get along," Hoseok pouted over a beer. You sat at the same high-top you were at the night you and Hoseok met.

You shook your head and sighed. "I don't either."

"I love the three of you so dearly, but I don't know what to do about their dynamic. Honestly, I wish they could coexist platonically without it being an issue, but it seems like Namjoon gets so jealous."

Jealous. You hated the word and the accusation, but you knew he was right. But you didn't know what to do about it, aside from attempting to talk to them, which seemed less and less effective over time, and you knew there was no way the two of them would be able to stay platonic and allow the rest of the relationships to run their course without there being a jealousy problem from one of them.

"Namjoon, please don't leave," you sob, holding Namjoon by the arm. He's clearly frustrated, and he won't look you in the eyes, which are welled with tears. You're so beyond reasoning with him, but you can't stand to see him give up.

"Bloom," Namjoon mutters quietly. "Please, I just need time alone to think."

You don't want to let Namjoon go because you worry he won't come back. He claims that he plans to go to his hometown for a week and take a breather and to decide where he sees himself fitting into the relationships, if at all, but you're so overwhelmed with worry and grief that you hate the idea of him leaving.

"Bloom, it's not permanent; I'm only leaving for a week. I've been gone longer."

You know that. You know that Namjoon won't be gone forever. You know that Namjoon will return, and regardless of his choice involving the relationship, you and he will be able to remain friends. But you don't want to be Namjoon's friend; you want to be Namjoon's forever.

After the day Hoseok asked the three of you what you love so much about him, Namjoon couldn't stop stewing over what Yoongi said. He kept accusing Yoongi of making everything a competition, and you had to admit that Yoongi's tone lately has been bothering you a bit, too. You just wish they could get along. Whatever Namjoon decides while he's away is going to affect all of you, and you're nervous as hell.

"Has Namjoon come back?" Hoseok asks with knit eyebrows.

You can't believe Namjoon hasn't reached out to Hoseok, and your mouth falls open. "Yeah," you say. "A week ago."

Hoseok's eyes fall to the table, and he sets his beer down with a clunk. "Oh. So I guess that's it, then."

Six days ago, Namjoon returned from his hometown and told you he still needed space. He decided that he would back away from the relationship and try to hold onto a friendship with you and Hoseok, but apparently, he hasn't bothered to reach out to Hoseok and tell him. You can see the pain on Hoseok's face, and you sigh.

"I'm sorry, Seok."

Hoseok shrugs and picks his beer back up, finishing the rest of the pint in one big gulp. "Maybe we should all step back and take a break."

Your heart sinks, and you feel your eyes well with tears. You expected something like this to come from Yoongi, but not Hoseok. All you can bring yourself to say is, "Oh."

Hoseok looks sad, and he sighs. "With classes starting again soon, we shouldn't go into a new semester distracted by everyone else's baggage. Maybe a change in scenery will bring us back together. At least as friends."

Friends. The word tastes as bitter as the remnants of the beer in your glass, and you nod your head and finish your drink, eyes unfocused and ears unable to pick up the music playing or...anything, really. Resigned to knowing that this is the end, you pay your tab, hug Hoseok and go home.

Once home, you don't text Hoseok or Yoongi despite desperately wanting to talk to them, and you decide to take Hoseok's advice to focus on school so that, once the semester starts, you're not distracted by all the drama. Yoongi had already begun to be distant when Namjoon left town, and now with Hoseok wanting to call everything off, you can't imagine Yoongi coming around at all.

You do reach out to Namjoon, however. But he's "busy with friends." Namjoon is always busy these days. You miss him so much.

A week into the new semester, you've already made friends with a pink-haired angel named Jimin and a greek statue named Taehyung. The nature of their relationship is mostly unlabeled and loose, but it's clear they're very close and that they're open to you being close to them, too.

You welcome them with open arms and anticipate things with them becoming something similar to your last relationship, and you look forward to learning more about Jimin and Taehyung and finding where you fit with the two of them.

But you miss Yoongi, Hoseok, and most of all, Namjoon. You see them from time to time on campus, but they're always surrounded by others, and they never seem to notice you. Namjoon is heart-eyes for a tall heartthrob named Seokjin, and he never has time to catch up.

Now that you've seen the end, you no longer hold onto resentment, but you expect that your heart will feel broken for a while. Despite the hurt, you focus on your new friendships. There's a part of you that holds out hope that you'll be able to be friends with Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi one day, but you try not to dwell on it long enough to make tears bloom. Jimin and Taehyung are your life now, and you know in your heart that it’s time to move on.

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