Park Jimin had never before had a heart attack.
But in this moment, he was quite sure he knew how it would feel.
“Yo- Yoongi,” stuttered Jimin. The boy looked between Jimin and Jungkook and glanced down briefly at Jungkook’s crotch where Jimin’s fingers were still holding on to the buttons.
He let go immediately and stepped away from Jungkook.
“I can explain, just-” But Jimin didn’t have time to finish his sentence.
Yoongi stormed towards Jungkook and pushed him so his back hit the sink behind him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” yelled Yoongi, rage visible in his eyes.
With both hands, he gripped Jungkook’s shirt. “He’s drunk so you take advantage of him?!” Jungkook looked absolutely baffled by Yoongi’s words. And furious.
He pushed Yoongi’s hands off him, but Yoongi just grabbed his shirt again.
Jungkook was much stronger that Yoongi, so Jimin could only assume Jungkook didn’t want to hurt the boy.
“I’m not fucking taking advantage of him!” yelled Jungkook. “I would never do that.” Yoongi didn’t seem to believe him, not even for a second.
“I’m not letting you fuck with him like you do all those other people you fuck and forget!”
Jimin could see the rage in Jungkook’s eyes. The way Yoongi’s words fueled something in him Jimin hadn’t seen before. There was something about Yoongi’s words that really rubbed Jungkook the wrong way.
He wasn’t sure what Jungkook was capable of now – he had never seen him in that state – but he feared it wouldn’t end well if Yoongi kept being this close to him.
He grabbed Yoongi’s arm and with all his strength he yanked him off Jungkook, making him stumble back slightly. He placed himself in front of Jungkook as if he was protecting him from Yoongi.
“It’s not like that Yoongi. Please listen to me, I never-”
“Do you even know how much shit he’s done?” said Yoongi, still shouting though not as loudly as before. “He goes through people like Taehyung goes through shoes! Fucking a new person every weekend!”
The words were harsh and Jimin felt the need to protect Jungkook from them.
He, of course, knew of the boy’s reputation but he was quite certain it wasn’t as bad as Yoongi made it out to be. People just made a bigger deal out of it because he was Jeon Jungkook.
Why Yoongi of all people made a big deal out of it was a mystery.
“That’s not fucking true and you know it!” yelled Jungkook taking a step forward, but Jimin blocked his way with his arm.
“Yoongi please,” begged Jimin. “It’s not what you think, please let me explain.” Yoongi didn’t seem to hear. He looked between Jimin and Jungkook, but at last his eyes settled on Jungkook. He wasn’t sure if it was to keep an eye on him or because he couldn’t look at Jimin.
“He’s fucking using you Jimin, and I’m not just gonna stand by and see him hurt you.” He wasn’t yelling anymore. The rage was almost gone from his eyes. He had an unreadable expression on his face, and Jimin couldn’t understand it.
It looked stern and forced. As if he was trying to forcefully look natural, but he couldn’t.
“I’m not fucking using him, I care about him,” said Jungkook. He wasn’t yelling either, but the rage was still very much there in his eyes. Jimin could feel him tremble slightly with anger as he clenched his fists at his sides.
“I didn’t want you to find out like this, Yoongi, I swear. I never wanted to do this to you.” His voice was shaking.
He had never expected Yoongi to have such a strong reaction to it. He hoped it had more to do with the manner he found out than the actual secret.
Somehow he was sure it was both.
“How long?” asked Yoongi.
“Please, Yoongi let’s go and talk about-”
“How fucking long?!”
Both Jimin and Jungkook was silent for a few seconds. Jimin had feeling Jungkook wanted him to say it himself. To share as much as he wanted, since it was his friend standing in front of them.
Jimin swallowed hard.
“A- a few weeks,” confessed Jimin. Yoongi’s eyes widened, clearly not expecting Jimin to tell him they had been seeing each other for so long.
Something in him probably hoped it had started tonight, or at least just a few days ago.
Then the rage was back and Yoongi stormed forward, trying to get to Jungkook, but Jimin held him back.
Jimin could smell the faint smell of alcohol from Yoongi’s mouth, and though it probably shouldn’t make him feel better that Yoongi was buzzed, it somehow did. We all tend to overreact when we’re drunk and Jimin desperately hoped that was it.
“How the fuck can you do this to him?! A few weeks of fun until you grow bored of him and then what? You’ll just continue with your fucked up lifestyle while I have to see him fall apart!”
For some reason, Jimin felt insulted. And suddenly he felt angry too. How the fuck dared Yoongi act like he knew what this was?
How it would end.
“How fucking dare-” But Jungkook was interrupted by Jimin.
“You don’t know shit about this Yoongi, so just shut up and listen to me!” It was the first time Jimin yelled, his voice filled with anger, and Yoongi was clearly surprised by the outburst.
He took a few steps back while blinking rapidly at Jimin as if he didn’t quite understand the words came from him.
“No, now you listen to me. You don’t get to make assumptions when you don’t know anything. And don’t be angry at Jungkook when he hasn’t done anything wrong.”
For some reason, Jimin just felt an urge to defend the boy.
To protect him.
Yoongi was quiet for a minute and it was excruciating for Jimin. It was painful for him to look at his roommate while he looked at him with eyes he had never seen before.
Eyes of betrayal.
It looked like Yoongi was deep in thought as his eyes looked from Jimin to Jungkook, an unmistakably frown on his face.
“You’re right,” said Yoongi finally, and it sounded like all rage had left him. Like he was too exhausted to continue arguing.
“It’s fucking you I’m angry at.”
Jimin’s heart skipped a beat at Yoongi’s words. He felt like he had been slapped across the cheek. Hard.
“Yoongi-” But it seemed like Yoongi didn’t give a shit, because he gave them both a last hard look, and then he turned around and stormed out of the bathroom.
Jimin called after him, desperation clear in his voice, but Yoongi didn’t return.
He readied himself to run after Yoongi, but Jungkook grabbed his wrist, hindering him in doing so.
“No, I can’t wait, I need to get to him. I need to talk to him.”
“He won’t listen Jimin, please just stay.”
Jimin shook his head as he pushed Jungkook’s hand off his wrist. It seemed Jungkook had accepted it quite quickly because he didn’t resist.
“It’s Yoongi,” said Jimin as if that explained everything. “I will always run after him.”
For a minute Jungkook looked hurt, and Jimin really wanted to tell him that it wasn't a competition. That he wasn’t choosing Yoongi over him, but right now his roommate was his priority.
He had neglected him for too long.
“Right now I need to focus on Yoongi. I haven’t been fair to him.” Jungkook seemed to get that, at least to some extent.
“Okay,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” said Jimin, a pained expression on his face. He didn’t like leaving Jungkook like that. He wanted to stay and take care of him too because he had been hurt as well. But he couldn’t continue to push Yoongi aside.
“Don’t be. I understand.” And Jimin felt relieved since Jungkook sounded genuine.
With one last look at Jungkook, Jimin ran out of the bathroom and after Yoongi. He had no idea where the boy was, but he knew he wasn’t here anymore.
Jimin ran out of the house, not giving a shit about the people cursing his ass for pushing them aside.
He needed to find Yoongi.
The first place Jimin ran to was their dorm, but he wasn’t surprised when the dorm was empty. It would’ve been too easy, and they both knew it.
He pulled out his phone and called Yoongi. Not that he expected him to pick up, but maybe if Jimin called enough times Yoongi would eventually grow frustrated enough to pick up.
Even if it was just to curse Jimin’s ass and tell him to stop calling. Even if it was to tell him to fuck off.
Then he ran to the music studio, but it was empty as well.
He had no idea where Yoongi would run off to if he wasn’t there.
He tried the library, not because he actually believed it. He tried the canteen. He tried everywhere he could think of. Places he believed Yoongi would go to because he wouldn’t think Jimin would think he was there.
Jimin felt like he had been running around campus for hours. He had been everywhere and there was no sight of Yoongi.
But then he saw the lights.
From the windows in the dance studio, Jimin could see light. It wasn’t like it would be weird if someone from his dance class was practicing, but Jimin just prayed that it wasn’t.
That inside the dance studio was Yoongi.
He ran like the devil was after him. He pushed open the door to the building and ran down the hall. Then he pushed open the door to the studio.
And there he was.
Sitting against the wall, looking exhausted, but to Jimin, he had never looked more stunning.
He didn’t look even the least bit surprised as he turned his head and saw Jimin breathing heavily in the door, and Jimin took that as a good sign.
He hadn’t expected not to be found. Maybe he even wanted to be found. Jimin could hope that was the case.
“I had a feeling you would find me,” he just said, all emotions gone from his voice.
Jimin slowly made his way towards Yoongi and sat down beside him, though with a few feet between them. He didn’t want to push his luck.
“I don’t know what to say Yoongi. I’m so fucking sorry.” Yoongi looked down at his hands as he was fidgeting with his fingers.
“I’m sorry too. I let my rage cloud my judgment, I said some things I didn’t mean.” Jimin eyed him, a hint of disbelief glistering in them. “Okay well, I didn’t mean to say them out loud.” The tiny chuckled that left Yoongi’s lips ignited a hope in Jimin he hadn’t dared thinking of before.
“You have every right to be mad at me. I’ve been lying and hiding. I haven’t been fair to you. You don’t deserve this.” Yoongi shook his head.
“No, I don’t.” Jimin swallowed hard and looked away from Yoongi.
“I just really hate the guy,” confessed Yoongi. “All I ever hear about him is shit. He’s rude and obnoxious and he fucks around and doesn’t give a shit about anyone. When I saw you with him I just snapped.”
Jimin didn’t exactly blame him. One rarely heard so many good things about Jeon Jungkook. All that was interesting was who he was fucking, and that didn’t do him justice.
He was more than that.
But Yoongi didn’t know that, so Jimin couldn’t blame him.
“I thought that in the beginning too,” said Jimin. “I thought all he wanted was to sleep with me, and then he would push me aside.” Jimin crawled over to sit in front of Yoongi. “But he’s not like that.”
Jimin maintained Yoongi’s eye contact, doing his best to make Yoongi understand that he was telling the truth.
But Yoongi still looked wary.
“How do you know? How do know he’s not just gonna play around with you until he gets bored or something?” Jimin wasn’t sure how he should explain. It was just a feeling he had. A feeling he trusted.
“Because the way he is around me…” Jimin paused for a moment. It was weird saying this out loud. It felt too personal to share with someone, but this was Yoongi.
He could always trust Yoongi with his heart.
“It’s fucking weird to say this, but it’s true. He cares. I know he does.” But Yoongi was still uneasy.
“I don’t want to see you hurt Jiminie. I wouldn’t be able to bear it.” Jimin leaned in and captured Yoongi’s face between his hands.
For a moment he was scared he had overstepped a boundary too soon, but Yoongi didn’t seem to mind one bit.
It wasn’t like skinship and intimacy was strange to them, so the normality in the action made Jimin happy.
“Even if he does,” said Jimin. “Even if he does turn out to be a juvenile dipshit and dumps me and breaks my heart, I have you.”
Yoongi was silent as he looked at him and the short silence suddenly made Jimin a little anxious.
“Right…?” Though he was begging more than he was asking.
Yoongi’s silence didn’t comfort him.
He placed his hands on Jimin’s and gently pulled them off his face.
But he didn’t let go. He still held onto him.
“Right,” he said. “You still have me.”
Jimin exhaled deeply.
“You mean the world to me Yoongi, you know that. I hate myself for making you worry like this. For hurting you, I never wanted to do that.”
Yoongi looked down at their intertwined fingers and caressed the back of Jimin’s hand with his thumb.
“You’re the only one at this place I really trust. Hell, maybe the only one wherever.” Jimin was momentarily taken back by the confession.
“When I told my parents I wanted to study music at the university, they practically kicked me out. They didn’t support me. And then I arrived at the university and I was so fucking mad at everything. And I know I have Namjoon and Hoseok. Hell, even Taehyung.” Jimin chuckled at that, and so did Yoongi.
“But you understand in a way they don’t. It was because of you I reached out to my family and because of you that I didn’t lose them completely.”
Jimin had used a long time trying to convince Yoongi to reach out to his family since he was too big of a coward to the same, but he didn’t think it was all because of him. He just thought he had nudged him a little bit.
“You’re a pain in the ass most of the time-” Jimin pulled one hand out of Yoongi’s and hit the boy’s chest. “-but you’re my best friend.” Jimin felt his heart beat loudly in his chest.
He knew they meant a lot to each other, and though the words warmed his stomach, they also made him feel more guilty for doing this to him.
“You’re my best friend too,” said Jimin. And it was true. Jimin just hadn’t really realized it before. Yoongi was more than a roommate that much he knew, but when he spoke of him he always just called him his roommate.
It was almost as if he had been hiding the truth for himself too.
“I thought Taehyung was your best friend?”
“Not anymore,” giggled Jimin. “Now he is just my soulmate.”
He probably shouldn’t tell Taehyung that though. The boy was almost as jealous as Jungkook.
“Without you as my roommate, I would never have made it this far Yoongi. Never.” They looked at each other and the kind look in Yoongi’s eyes almost made him cry.
He hadn’t lost him.
“Of course you wouldn’t. You’re hopeless on your own.” Jimin laughed. A real, genuine and loud laugh.
“You’re ruining our moment!” complained Jimin through the laughing.
“Yeah, well, the moment is over.”
Jimin couldn’t even be mad.
“Let’s go get some sleep,” said Jimin and grabbed both of Yoongi’s hands again.
“What about Jungkook?” asked Yoongi, and Jimin could hear the uneasiness in his voice.
“He’ll still be there tomorrow.” Yoongi smiled.
Then they helped each other up from the floor and made their way out of the dance studio, turning off the lights after them.
“Can I… um, can I sleep with you?” asked Jimin, a little anxious for the answer. A little scared he was pushing it too far too soon.
But Yoongi didn’t even hesitate before he nodded. “Sure. But if you kick me in your sleep I will push you out.”
They made their way to their dorm, and as they got ready for bed, Jimin pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Jungkook.
I felt good to know that those words were somewhat true.
He didn’t bother waiting for a reply. He could check in the morning.
He tossed his pants and changed his shirt and then he jumped on Yoongi’s bed, lying like a starfish taking up all the space.
“Okay that’s it, you’re sleeping on the floor.” Jimin pouted and reluctantly moved to the side so there was room for Yoongi.
They both got under the covers and Jimin snuggled closer to Yoongi.
“I already have a feeling you’re gonna kick me in your sleep.”
“I will not!”
“If you do I will push you out.”
A short silence.
“You didn’t have a laundry day, did you?” Jimin shook his head against Yoongi’s neck, a little smile playing on his lips.
“I should’ve known, but we spend so much time doing laundry and talking about laundry that I didn’t think twice about. I’m an idiot.”
“Maybe just a little bit.” Yoongi nudged Jimin hard with his elbow.
“No, you are certainly not an idiot.”
Another short silence.
“I knew there was something going on after he got you that jacket. I guess I just thought the thought of you together was so ridiculous that there couldn’t possibly be anything in it.” Yoongi paused for a second, and Jimin remained silent. “I guess I thought you were smart enough to never get involved with him.”
Jimin felt an uncomfortable rush in his stomach. He suddenly felt like he had disappointed Yoongi. That Yoongi had expected better of him, and he hadn’t been able to deliver.
Of course, he felt a pang of anger too. Jimin wasn’t dumb. That was exactly why he had tried to get rid of Jungkook in the first place. Because he was smart.
But he couldn’t blame Yoongi.
And he still couldn’t guarantee that getting involved with Jeon Jungkook wasn’t a dumb idea.
The uncertainty was killing him.
“When exactly did it start?” Jimin wasn’t sure how much information he should give Yoongi about the night they met.
He should probably keep the whole Go Fish game to himself. Yoongi’s picture of Jungkook probably wouldn’t better after hearing that.
“At the double date with Tae. After Jiwoo left and I couldn’t find Tae, I was sitting in the bar, nagging the bartender for free drinks because he thought I had been dumped.”
He never really got the chance to thank him probably for his kindness.
Not to mention the fact that if he hadn’t given him all those free drinks, he wouldn’t have stayed in the bar long enough for Jungkook to approach him.
It was weird how seemingly insignificant things somehow served a greater purpose.
“And then there was Jungkook. For some reason, he just wouldn’t fuck off afterward. Eventually, he grew on me, I guess. Like athlete's foot.” Yoongi snorted.
“You got that right.”
Jimin hit him on the back of his neck.
“Do you love him?”
The question took Jimin by surprise and he had a hard time opening his mouth and form any words.
In the end, he just decided to be completely honest.
Since he couldn’t see Yoongi’s face he didn’t know what kind of expression he had.
“But I-,” He held a hesitant pause. “I think I could. Eventually.”
And it was true. It was scary, but it was true.
“As long as you are happy.” Jimin snuggled closer to Yoongi.
“I am. But that’s also because I have you.” '
“Stop being sappy and go to sleep.” Yoongi was never good with sappy conversations, but Jimin knew he appreciated them. So he just smiled.
“Please don’t tell anyone,” muttered Jimin against Yoongi’s neck.
“Not even Tae?”
“No. He- he wouldn’t forgive me.”
Yoongi didn’t seem to believe him. “Of course he would. He loves you.” Jimin really wanted to tell him that it didn’t matter. If Taehyung couldn’t forgive his own parents, then he couldn’t forgive Jimin.
Yoongi was quiet for a moment, probably debating if he should drop the topic or not.
He eventually did.
Wednesday had been quite chill so far. He had woken up chill. He had brushed his teeth chill. He had gone to class chill.
But of course, Jimin never got to chill for too long at a time.
The universe was cruel.
He had completely forgotten that his dance class was right next to the astronomy class until he was on his way out of the building but instead walked right into someone.
Someone who was Jiwoo.
“Oh sorry, I didn’t even- Jimin?” Jimin froze at the sound of his name. He was almost too afraid to look up.
Was it too late to run? Indeed it was.
An awkward silence.
Jiwoo looked like he was trying to come up with something to say, and Jimin still wanted to run.
The boy was holding a stack of notebooks in his arms and was awkwardly sliding his left foot back and forth over the floor.
He was slightly nervous and that made Jimin nervous.
“I, um, I was actually going to text you, but I see I don’t have to do that now,” he said, followed by a nervous laugh.
Jimin had never had anyone being like this in his presence. Being all nervous and stuttering and kind of adorable. Why did Jiwoo have to be so sweet? It made everything so damn hard.
“Text me? But-”
“I, um, I asked Taehyung for your number.” Of course, he did. And of course, Taehyung would give it to him.
That kid was determined to get Jimin laid, not knowing he was actually getting sex on the regular now.
Which was kind of weird, but also really fucking great.
“Yes, well, so I know you’re probably still busy, but I really wanted to-”
“I’m so sorry Jiwoo, but I- there’s a lot right now and I’m behind and- I’m really sorry.” The words weren’t very confident and involved a lot of stuttering.
He was such a fucking dick.
“Oh, well that’s okay.” Jiwoo’s entire face fell at that. “But here.” Jiwoo opened one of the notebooks in his arms and pulled out a pen from his back pocket. Jimin didn’t ask why he had a pen in his back pocket.
He wrote something on the paper, then he ripped it off and handed it Jimin. “Please call me when you got the time. That would, um, be great.”
It seemed like Jiwoo didn’t want to stay and hear Jimin’s reply, because he hurried passed him, and Jimin could see the slight blush on his cheeks.
He looked at the number in his hand. Mostly he wanted to throw it away, but eventually, he put in his pocket.
For fuck sake.
And Jimin’s day just got worse.
He had taken two steps into his dorm building when someone placed themselves right in front of him, blocking his way.
“Park Jimin. The man of my dreams.”
“Fuck off Muyeol, I don’t have time for you.” Muyeol exclaimed a gasp that certainly wasn’t genuine.
“You always wound me Park Jimin.”
He was going to wound him a whole lot more if he didn’t get lost right now.
Jimin tried to walk past the taller boy, but Muyeol smoothly took a step to his left, blocking Jimin’s way once again, the cocky grin never leaving his face.
“What now? We don’t have a history assignment.”
“I can’t seek you out just because I want to see you?”
Muyeol continued to smile smugly. He always did that when he was tormenting Jimin, and he kept wondering why Muyeol was determined to be such a constant dick to him.
Maybe he was just bored since he had broken up with his girlfriend a few weeks before he approached Jimin.
He only knew that because Muyeol had tried to get out of history assignments by telling their teacher he was too heartbroken to do them.
Jimin had felt no sympathy with him then and he still didn’t. Muyeol was a doucebag.
“We have some homework for next week.” Jimin frowned. “I’m not doing homework. We agreed on assignments and that’s it.” Muyeol shook his head and poked Jimin’s nose with his finger as if Jimin was a child.
If he didn’t fuck off with that Jimin might throw a tantrum soon.
“Oh, no, no, no. Homework too.”
This fucking asshole.
Jimin rolled his eyes at him but Muyeol’s smile didn’t fade the least bit. “So we got a deal?”
He really just wanted to tell Muyeol to stick a cactus up his ass and never talk to him again, but right now was not the time for him to get on Muyeol’s bad side, and make him blabber about him and Jungkook to the whole school.
“Yes, yes, you prick, just get lost.” Muyeol only seemed to hear the ‘yes’ part, because the harsh words did nothing to his satisfied smile.
“You’re the best Park Jimin.” He ruffled Jimin’s hair, and Jimin groaned.
Then the taller boy said a quick ‘bye’ before he walked away, leaving Jimin with messed up hair.
What a chill Wednesday he had had.
Suddenly a new body placed itself in front of Jimin and he was this close to throwing a punch.
“Why can’t people just fucking fuck off, I’m- Hobi?” Hoseok had raised his hands in surrender and had taken a step back, eyeing Jimin cautiously.
Jimin didn’t exactly blame him. He had been so close to just kick the person. He was surprised he actually hadn’t.
“Hello to you too sweetheart,” said Hoseok, chuckling as he took a step forward again when he realized Jimin wasn’t going to hit him.
“Sorry Hoseok,” apologized Jimin and sighed deeply. “Too many people, too little time.” Hoseok didn’t seem to understand, but he didn’t seem interested enough to ask.
“I was just gonna run a few things through you regarding our group dance. Do you have time?” Jimin honestly didn’t want to. He was still way behind with his own and he didn’t have the surplus energy to deal with new adjustments to the group dance.
“Hobi I was just gonna go hang out with Tae, I don’t really...” He sighed heavily again. “I’m behind myself so-”
“Oh. I’m- yeah, I’m sorry. I was just struggling with it.” Hoseok’s entire face fell – just like Jiwoo’s had – and Jimin didn’t have it in him to disappoint another one in such a small amount of time.
“Come on.” Jimin grabbed Hoseok’s wrist and dragged him with him towards his dorm.
“Jiminie you don’t have to if you don’t-”
“I wanna do it Hobi. It’s cool.”
Jimin didn’t have to look at Hoseok’s face to know he was smiling brightly. At least he made one person smile today.
They arrived at Taehyung’s and Hoseok’s dorm room and Jimin kicked in the door expecting to see a lazy Taehyung lying in bed watching k dramas.
Instead, he saw a very energic Taehyung sitting in his bed, a game controller in his hands while yelling and laughing.
Though the sight of Taehyung didn’t surprise him – he had seen the boy play video games before – it was the sight of someone next to him that didn’t use to be there.
What the fuck was Jungkook doing here?
“Tae what the fuck! The room is a mess!” yelled Hoseok upon seeing the amount of dirty clothes, shoes and other shit lying on the floor.
Hoseok's yelling got everyone’s attention.
“Oh hey Hobi, hey Jiminie. Come join” Taehyung was smiling cheekily, but Jimin was too busy burning holes in Jungkook to answer him.
That son of a-
Jimin nearly jumped fifty feet in the air when Yoongi spoke up.
“Oh, Yoongi didn’t know you were here too.” Yoongi was sitting by Hoseok’s desk, the computer turned on.
“Yeah I needed to borrow your computer, hope it’s cool.” Hoseok hurried to nod, clearly a little taken back. And maybe a little flustered.
Jimin didn’t exactly have time to wonder why Yoongi wanted to borrow Hoseok’s computer since his own was ten times as fast, because he was glaring at Jungkook.
Why was he here?
“Didn’t know you were here Jungkook,” said Hoseok, but he was still glancing at Yoongi. Probably trying not to get a boner at the thought of Yoongi sitting in his chair.
“Yeah, Taehyung mentioned he was gonna play some video games with Jiminie and I thought I would join.”
Such an innocent smile on such a devil.
“It’s cool. You’re here a lot these days,” laughed Hoseok, though he didn’t sound the least bit annoyed by it.
“He is,” said Yoongi, barely audible for anyone, though he sounded a little more displeased.
“Come help me beat Jungkook, the kid’s insane,” said Taehyung, but he was too busy with the game to look up at Jimin.
He felt relieved when he had a good excuse to avoid playing on the tip of his tongue.
“I have to help Hobi with some dancing so I can’t-” He was interrupted by the ringing of Hoseok’s phone, and he already had a feeling he wouldn’t like it.
“Hey, Namjoon! No, I’m- but I was gonna- Yeah, yeah I’ll come.” He sighed annoyed as he placed the phone back in his pocket and smiled apologetically to Jimin. “The idiot broke the computer keyboard, I have to go.”
Of course, Jimin wasn’t surprised, but he was slightly annoyed he know had no reason to say no to Taehyung.
“It’s fine. Go, I’ll just…” He eyed the two boys on the bed. Taehyung was too busy playing, but Jungkook sent Jimin a stupid smile.
“I’ll catch you later, then you can help me. Bye guys!” waved Hoseok, glancing at all of them, though at Yoongi a little longer.
Then he left and Jimin continued to stand awkwardly in the middle of the room.
“Come on Jiminie, don’t stand there looking like a dipshit.”
That, funnily enough, didn’t exactly make Jimin all that eager to join them on the bed.
He did his best to come up with a good excuse to leave. The thought of playing video games with his oblivious soulmate and the guy he’s secretly seeing, while his best friend and roommate, who knows about them, watch them, was unsettling.
However, eventually, he decided to make his way to them.
The two boys were sitting with their back against the wall and their feet dangling over the edge. The mini TV that Taehyung had smuggled with him was placed on a rocky chair with the Xbox next to it.
Jimin made his way to sit next to Taehyung on the edge of the bed, but Jungkook was faster. He threw his jacket at the spot next to Taehyung where Jimin had planned on sitting. “Sorry, you can sit here.” Jungkook patted the space next to him, still the same innocent smile.
Jimin just prayed Taehyung didn’t find the action weird or suspicious. Luckily, the boy was to busy with his game to notice anything.
Jimin glared at Jungkook as he made his way to him and sat down in the empty space next to him.
He made sure to make some distance between himself and Jungkook, not giving the boy any funny ideas.
He caught Yoongi’s eye. The older boy was watching them closely, but when he got caught looking he turned around quickly. Jimin had a feeling it wasn’t the computer he came for.
He was still unsure of what to think of Jungkook it appeared. And Jimin understood that.
“Catch.” Jimin just had time to look before Taehyung threw a controller at him.
“What are we playing?” asked Jimin, awkwardly shifting in the bed to make himself more comfortable without moving closer to Jungkook. This time there was not able to conceal his hands if Jungkook got any funny ideas, and Jimin feared it wouldn’t stop him from doing so anyway.
“What we’re always playing. You’re Peach.”
“I don’t wanna be Peach, I wanna be Toad. I’m always Toad,” whined Jimin.
“Jungkook’s Toad. He was here first.” Jimin glared at the boy.
First, he invades on video-game-time with his soulmate and then he steals his favorite character?
What a fucking douchebag.
“Then can’t I be Luigi or something? Peach got the ugliest car.” Taehyung simply ignored him and locked in Jimin as Peach. The boy didn’t have time to argue any further, because Taehyung had already started a new race.
“This is so unfair, I hate you.”
“Calm down, Princess.” Jimin was so close to throwing the controller in Jungkook’s smug face.
“This princess is gonna fuck you up so badly you’re gonna move to the mountains, exclude from the community out of shame, and die alone and unloved.”
“Can’t wait.” Jimin kicked Jungkook’s foot.
“You’re in last place Jimin,” commented Taehyung, as if Jimin couldn’t see it himself. “Shut up Tae.”
Taehyung shut up, but Jimin lost anyway.
“He has been beating me all day,” pouted Taehyung. “I haven’t won even once. And I thought you could help me Jiminie, but you’re even worse than me.” Jimin felt incredible insulted. “We’ve played one round it doesn’t count.”
Jungkook was smiling in self-satisfaction. Probably very pleased with the fact that this was another game Jimin couldn’t win at. At least this time there were to prices.
“Yeah but I win most of the times anyway so it’s not really-”
“That’s not true, I win just as many times as you. Actually, last time we played I-”
“I let you win because you were having a bad day.”
“Wha- you dick!”
Jimin leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest as he pouted. “I’m gonna beat both your asses and then we’re gonna see who’s the real loser here.” He tightened his grip on the controller and gestured for Taehyung to start another race. He smiled smugly as he did so, but he said nothing.
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The race was close. Closer than before, but Jungkook was of course still leading. That son of a bitch was leading in every single thing he did.
“Taehyung throw that goddamn turtle shell before I cut off your dick!”
“I need to get close enough otherwise I will miss!”
“Hey! Ganging up on me is cheating.”
“We’re not ganging up on you, we happen to benefit from the same things, it’s not the same.”
“Well, even if you did, which you are, I will still win.”
The three boys had been playing none stop for an hour. Around fifteen races had been played and Jungkook had actually won every single one of them. Once in a while, Taehyung would come close, but the dark-haired boy always won in the end.
Yoongi had been sitting by the desk, his back turned to them as he worked on something, but Jimin knew most of his attention was on them. What they were doing and saying.
Every once in a while, when one of them said something strange or made a weird sound he would turn around, but other than that he remained silent.
“Jungkook is cheating,” declared Jimin after he lost for the sixteenth time. His character, Princess Peach, was in the bottom right corner with the number 6 over her. It was almost humiliating that that was one of his best rankings all day.
“Don’t be mean just because you’re losing.” Jungkook placed his hand on Jimin’s knee and patted it teasingly. It wasn’t until then Jimin realized he had scooched so close to Jungkook they were touching. He knew he should probably move back a little, but he found himself unable to.
He actually scooched a little closer, earning a discreet smile from Jungkook.
“How can you be so good at this? I play all the time, how can you beat me?” Taehyung seemed genuinely baffled by the fact that Jungkook was better when he played so much.
“I played this all the time when I was a kid. No one can beat me.” Jungkook was clearly very proud of himself.
“It was all so much simpler when I was just playing against Jimin. I always won.” He sent Jimin a playful smile and Jimin gave him the finger, making Jungkook laugh.
“Maybe I let you win you know. Maybe all this time I’ve just been a good fucking friend letting you win.” Jungkook and Taehyung sent Jimin the same raised eyebrow and smug smile, not believing his weak ass lie for even a second.
Jungkook opened his mouth to speak, but Jimin was having it. He placed his hand flat on Jungkook’s face. Though his tiny hand didn’t cover his entire face, it shut Jungkook up, which was the purpose so Jimin didn’t mind.
“I’m gonna beat your ass for real one day Kim Taehyung, and then you’re gonna regret ever offering to help me unpack my dorm room.” Jimin pointed his finger at Taehyung and the boy grabbed his hand and pulled him forward so hard he fell over Jungkook’s legs.
“Park Jimin the day you beat my ass is the day it snows in July.”
“Then prepared to see a miracle.” Taehyung sent Jimin his beautiful box smile, making Jimin laugh at the wonderful sight.
Taehyung’s smile was one of Jimin’s favorite things. It could always make him happy.
He had almost forgotten he was still lying over Jungkook’s legs until he cleared his throat. “If you two are done flirting, can we get back to the game?” He was smiling playfully, but Jimin knew it wasn’t all playful.
Which of course meant Jimin wouldn’t move.
Instead of getting up he pulled Taehyung a little closer and made himself a little more comfortable on Jungkook’s legs. “But we’re not done, are we Taehyungie?” Taehyung shook his head, playing along happily and obliviously.
“Does our sweet love annoy you?” he asked.
“No, but Jimin’s huge ass is suffocating me.” Jungkook poked Jimin’s ass, and Jimin slapped his hand away.
“Don’t bring my ass into this, you ass!” But he couldn’t help but laugh.
“Then get it off me.”
“As if you mind.”
Jimin’s eyes widen at the realization that he might have said a little too much. Jungkook looked at him with raised eyebrows and an amused smile on his lips, clearly finding Jimin’s slip up funny.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see that his comment had caught Yoongi’s attention too.
“Now you’re the ones flirting. Stop it so I can play!” whined Taehyung pushing Jimin away from him, and Jimin didn’t even mind as long as Taehyung didn’t find it unusual.
“Yes, Jimin stop flirting with me,” said Jungkook, the teasing smile never dying. Jimin hit his chest.
“Now I’m gonna beat Jungkook’s ass, so let’s-” Taehyung was interrupted by the ringing of Jungkook’s phone and Jimin’s whole body froze.
He pulled it out and by the restrained look on his face, Jimin knew who it was.
“Sorry I have to go, Jin he- he needs me.” Jungkook plastered a fake smile on his lips as he got up from the bed. “It was great hanging with you guys, let’s do it again soon.”
Taehyung immediately told him that they would indeed do it again and that it was awesome, and he was welcomed anytime.
Jimin, on the other hand, said nothing, just watched as Jungkook’s whole aura changed.
Jimin had of course never meet Jungkook’s father, the great and mighty Jeon Junghoon, but he already hated the man like the plague for having this effect on his son.
Jungkook said goodbye to them all, even Yoongi, and then he hurried out the door leaving Jimin torn between running after him and giving him the space he probably needed.
“It’s funny,” said Taehyung after a few seconds of silence. “He’s nothing like the rumors say. Thought he was gonna be a total dick. He’s actually quite great.” A warm feeling spread in Jimin’s stomach at the words. It was as if Taehyung had complimented him, not Jungkook, but him.
It was a weird feeling for Jimin, caring about someone so much that compliments aimed at them made his heart flutter.
“Maybe it’s just a front.”
Jimin snapped his head in Yoongi’s direction. He was stilling sitting with his back to them.
“Nah, I think it’s legit Yoongi,” said Taehyung casually.
“Yeah, let’s see how long it lasts.”
Jimin felt the anger build up in him.
He knew Yoongi had issues with Jungkook. Even before he knew anything he was the one who showed the least interested in Jungkook hanging out with them and Jimin knew it was mostly because he wasn’t a big fan of new people, but he didn’t have to be such a dick.
This was just ridiculous. It was like he wasn’t even trying to change his mind about him.
“If you’re gonna be a dick then leave.” Jimin was surprised with the confidence in his voice. It appeared Yoongi was too because he turned around to look at them. His eyes found Jimin’s immediately and he could see the regret in them.
It was clear he was trying to apologize silently, but Jimin was having it.
At last Yoongi got up. “Sorry. I’m done anyways.” He clicked a few times on the screen and then he turned it off. “See ya,” he awkwardly said as he left.
When the door closed behind him Taehyung left out a short laugh. “Someone doesn’t like their friend group expanding.” Jimin felt relieved that Taehyung had already made up a reason for Yoongi’s behavior in his head. A reason that didn’t make Jimin look suspicious.
“Yeah well, he just has to get used to it then.” Taehyung nodded in agreement.
They were silent for a few seconds, then Taehyung spoke up.
“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I bumped into Jiwoo yesterday.” Jimin’s whole body froze.
“I gave him your number. Told him to call you.” Taehyung sent Jimin a smile. “You’re welcome,” he said as if Jimin should be grateful. However, he definitely wasn’t.
Jimin was fidgeting with the controller in his hands, not looking at Taehyung. “Yeah, I- I know. I bumped into him today.” The blond boy moved closer, an excited smile playing on his lips.
“So…?” Jimin gave him a confused look.
“When are you going out?”
Jimin had no idea what to say.
If he could lie – if he could somehow come up with a good lie – he would fucking do it. He would spit out lie upon lie right now, but no good lie came to him. No good excuse or good explanation came to mind.
“We aren’t going out Tae.” Jimin swallowed hard as Taehyung’s whole face changed. He looked sad, disappointed, confused, annoyed.
“Why not?” “I’m just too busy Tae. The dance festival and school and all. It’s just…” Taehyung didn’t seem to buy any of it. He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. He looked generally annoyed.
“Cut the crap Jimin. You have the time.” Jimin sighed deeply. He did not want to have this conversation. “Okay, but I’m just not in the right place right now to think of my romantic life okay?”
“Jimin you need to get out there, okay? Get some kisses, get some dick.” Taehyung seemed almost too invested in this. As if the fact that Jimin was single was a personal offends towards him.
“I don’t need dick right now.” What a lie.
“You hit it off on our double date,” argued Taehyung. “How would you know? You hardly looked anyone else but Hajun.” It was true. They had spent the whole night looking at each other as if no one was around.
Jimin was certain Jiwoo could’ve fucked him over the table and Taehyung wouldn’t have noticed.
“Fuck off, I noticed. He was fucking into you Jimin. He came to his best friend’s ex-fling to get your number. That says something about him.” Jimin couldn’t deny the fact that he felt a little flattered.
However, he also felt a million times worse since he couldn’t go out with the poor guy.
“I know that, but-”
“No, but,” interrupted Taehyung.
“You’re going out with him.” Jimin looked at Taehyung with parted lips and a baffled look on his face.
“You’re not the boss of me!” He yelled a little louder than he meant to.
“I am when you fuck yourself over!” yelled Taehyung. Jimin couldn’t believe they were actually fighting about Jimin’s love life.
“It’s my goddammn life Taehyung. If I don’t wanna go out with someone I don’t have to.” For some reason, Taehyung didn’t agree, and Jimin felt a vein pop in his forehead.
“You’re going on that date.” It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a statement.
He reached over for Jimin’s phone next to him and held it out for Jimin to take. “Call him and tell him you’re going out on Saturday.”
His face was completely serious, no room for arguments. He looked like a strict parent, forcing their child to take their medication or some shit.
“Because I don’t have the time and I-”
“No, not that shit. You give me a good, solid reason for not going out with Jiwoo right now or you call him.”
The two boys looked at each other. Taehyung’s gaze was piercing, but Jimin had gotten used to Jungkook’s so his soulmate’s gaze was nothing.
He really didn’t know what to say. His reason for not going out with Jiwoo was because he was going out with Jungkook.
Jungkook was the reason.
“Why is this so goddamn important to you?” asked Jimin, already defeated. It seemed like Taehyung softened up a bit at the words. As if he knew he had been going a little too strong.
“Because I’m scared you’re lonely. And I know you have me and you have Yoongi and everyone else. But there’s a spot left in your life for someone special and you deserve to find them.”
If someone had told Jimin 2 months ago that there was a spot left for someone special in his life, he would’ve given them the finger. He wasn’t missing anything. He didn’t need anyone ‘special’. He was doing just fine.
But now he had found someone special – at least a little bit special – and he would be lying if he said it didn’t feel like that someone had filled out a place in his life he didn’t know had been empty.
Since when was Jimin’s life a fucking sappy romance movie?
“If you don’t have a good reason then please call him Jimin.” Taehyung was still holding out the phone for Jimin, but his eyes weren’t as stern anymore. They were softer and more hopeful than before.
No reason came to Jimin’s mind. No reason good enough.
He reluctantly took the phone and pulled out Jiwoo’s number from his pocket. He took forever to type in the number and held a really long hesitant pause before he pressed dial.
Taehyung sent him the biggest smile he could as Jimin put the phone to his ear and heard the phone ring. He tried his best to smile back, but it wasn’t genuine. It was painfully fake. Almost physically painful.
He knew Taehyung did this because he believed he was doing the right thing. He believed he was somehow helping Jimin in his own fucked up way, but it didn’t better the situation.
He was just forcing Jimin to lie even more than he already was. To even more people than he already was.
The situation was getting out of hand and Jimin couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t stop it, because if he came clean now he would lose Taehyung. And he couldn’t lose Taehyung.
He just had to keep going and hope that somewhere along the line everything would turn out okay. No one would get hurt. No one would be mad.
“Hey Jiwoo, it’s, um, it’s Jimin.”