I lay on my bed sniffling for what seems like hours, still hurt from being cheated on, and still shaken up by what I had done with my brother.
After we had the very intense, angry sex, yoongi consoled me and apologized over and over, but I pushed him outside, and locked the door.
He's still outside as I sit blanked out.
I hear the occasional knocking and his voice telling me things like,
"i deserve to die," "Jimin isn't worth crying over," and "im sorry you had to experience any of what happened today.."
I let it pass through my ears but I don't want to see anyone or do anything.
My phone vibrates from texts that I'm too afraid to check, because they could be from Jimin.
But I check anyway still sniffling, and thankfully they are from Haerim. I feel sorry for the both of us. Was it this easy to feel used or abandoned?

Hoe'rim- Y/n... are you okay..?

Hoe'rim- I saw Jimin's video uploaded to fb.... That douchebag... Im so sorry y/n. Please be okay :((

I turn the phone off and i lay down limp. Its on the internet now? Would this mean we're done for good? I feel so wronged and pathetic. What did I do to deserve this?
Did the heavens curse me?
And...
although my primary weariness was because of Jimin... Yoongi is not leaving my mind.
I glance back at the door, sniffling still, and can't help wonder what he must feel right now.
The usually cold, player type of guy and brother he was disappeared from his image, as I remember that he actually cared when Jimin cheated on me... and he did something that intimate to me..
I walk up to door slowly, still in a slight state of pain in my groin, and I open it. As I thought, he's leaning against the wall beside the door. He sees me and quickly gets up to pull me outside.
Taking a step back, he lifts his hands up to motion as if he wanted to say something, but just rustles his hair in frustration.
Its harder than I thought.. trying to look up at him. His eyes are reddened from stress and he stutters, "A-are you alright... sis?"
I finally look at him, trying to collect my words, but I swallow my voice down.
My face flushes pink as I remember the pleasure he gave me, but I stand confused at my feelings.
"I'm fine."
I don't know what I want to say. The whole situation is too overwhelming and emotions are overlapping each other in me, causing my heart to ache to different levels.
Silence follows and I go about my way, trying to act as normal as I can again.
My strange, angry older brother goes into his own room and doesn't speak another word to me.

--1week later--
I haven't spoken with anyone since that day, and just spent my week either in my bed, eating, or watching videos of my favourite idol group, BTS.
The video of Jimin and the girls on the internet had died down pretty quick and thankfully, not many people knew about my relationship with him, so I wasn't bothered by anyone.
I wanted to tell Haerim about Taehyung, but I didn't have the courage to, not to mention, both her and my affair occured on the same day.
As for yoongi, I didn't see him at home that much. He was always out, more frequently than before, and if I did see him, he would flat out avoid me.. and I did the same.
I feel like during this week, our relationship actually got worse. If it was yoongi before this whole thing happened, he would occasionally kick my chair when we're eating together, or he would mess up my hair passing by to annoy me, and there were rare occasional good days where we actually seemed like real brother and sister.

Flashback 1year ago--
"OH MY GOD Y/N GET OUT HEREEE!!"
I run out of my bedroom and find my 22 year old, swaggy brother on top of the counter yelling like a 12 year old child.
"Bahahahahah what the hell are you doing up there!?!?" I grab my stomach in laughter and mock him as he glares and points down below.
"THERES A FUCKING COCKROACH RIGHT THERE!! DO SOMETHING!!!"
I continue to laugh and proccees to swiftly catch the bug. I hold it between my fingers and wiggle it in front of his face. "He's cute! Look at it!"
He moves back in shock and falls to the floor.
I continue to laugh hysterically and he shouts at me, "MOVE IT OUT OF MY VISION OR I'LL CUT YOU!!"
I sway my hips to the side and give him a sly look. "Do something for me and I'll go throw it out. Deal?"
"OKAY OKAY WHAT DO YOU WANT??"
"I want to order food but mom and your dad cut off my card this month haha."
"Jesus What'd you do?? OKAY NOW SHOO!"
I open the door to the balcony and throw the little guy back to nature.
I smile and put my hand out to recieve what i asked for but all I get is a mocking smirk and a push to the couch.
"Pthhb you think I'll trust you with my card? Hell no."
And he grabs his keys and heads out the door.
"I'm going to go out with my friends seeya!!" He says mockingly and leaves.
"Why that little..."
I shrug, knowing he's like that and head back into my own room. Not two hours in, I get a text from him that reads,

Angryfukboie- What do you want to eat? Reply in the next minute or I'm not buying.

present time--
I feel stuffy and I want to go out now, after crying and being an emotional wreck thus whole time. Its around 9:30 in the evening and guess that my brother won't be home until dawn.
Ill just go watch a movie by myself or something.
I grab my purse and head out, shaking off the stiffness of being kept to myself all day.
I'm walking to the smaller cinema which is a 10 minute walk from my house, and its very warm because its now the summer. I'm 10 minutes in the walk as I trot slowly down the roadside. Suddenly, I see a series of lights flashing to my direction. Great. Its yoongi's friends.
They never hurt me or anything like that, but they often liked to tease me and just not leave me alone. I put my hood up and hope for them to just pass by, but of course, they recognize me.
"Heyyy little siisss Whazzup?"
"Nothing. Just going somewhere."
One of the female friends that bothers me all the time rides up next to me and she gives me a wink as her silver hair flies behind her.
"You still won't accept my confession honey? I'll treat you right~~"
I roll my eyes and keep on walking.
Obnoxious obnoxious obnoxious!!!
I get to my most irritated state when my brother's closest friend (hate to admit, hella good looking guy) starts poking at me flipping his glossy pink hair.
"Hey baby long time no see~"
"Can you guys just leave me alone. I'm really not in the mood."
He rides his bike in front of me blocking me from going forward.
"Woah there. You too? Wow guess it runs in the family haha."
I glare at all of them and kick one of their bikes and the person on it topples over.
"I told you get lost." my voice is harsh and I feel my temper rising in my head.
Ignoring me, Yoongi's best friend grabs my wrist and says,
"yoongi hasn't been talking about you lately. I wonder why?"
I flick his hand away with a confused expression.
One of the other guys chuckles beside him,
"He probably admitted his feelings to her babo!! ahahahha."
Another one speaks,
"So is she responsible for the heavy drinking?"
Feelings??
Drinking???
The good looking one flicks my forehead lightly and shoves me saying,
"Why'd you even go for that cheating, muscular pig y/n? You have a perfect guy right at your own house!"
Perfect guy what??
Another friend mocks me and does a crude gesture to his pelvis and the rest of them laugh like hyenas.
Why are they so persistant in messing with me today??
Yoongi's best friend has a glint of irrtation to my indifferent attitude and suddenly talks to me in a more raised voice.
"Are you that retarded or something? Do you know how much Yoongi worries about you and feels abou--"

"Shes my sister seokjin!"

I low hear his voice growling as he smacks his friend on the back of his head.
"I told you guys to stop pestering her."
He has a scary expression on and I only stand there awkward.
He waves me away irritated.
"Yah. Go home."
The first words from him this whole week.
I ignore him, and hold my head high and try to go on my way. I feel pain on my forearm as I'm being dragged and before I know it, I'm walking alongside him.
One of the friends ask,
"What happened to your bike?"
He answers, not looking back,
"It fell in the river. All of you go home now."
We get further and further away from the group and hear the engines slowly fade.

It's really bad that Yoongi had lost his bike.
One, that is such a waste of money,
and two,
this would mean that we would have to actually talk on our way back.