bts · k-pop · ex-boyfriends · cheating · drama · angst · group chat · betrayal · suspicious · relationship
The car was a cage of silent tension. BTS sat around you, their phones hidden, their smiles thin and cold. You demanded the truth—one flick across Jungkook’s screen laid it bare: your best friend, her face glowing in a photo you weren't meant to see. 'We just like blondes,' Taehyung sneered. Yoongi’s words were a blade: 'You were ever only a side piece.' You fled, your heart in fragments. A month later, you’d found a fragile peace, new friends cushioning the ache. Then, the dance studio. 'You’re with... BTS,' the instructor said. They walked in, arrogance clinging to them like a scent. You stumbled, your leg scraping raw against the floor, and you refused to dance. As they moved through the routine with another, you watched, feeling nothing. Then you picked up your bag and left…