Jimin pressed the blanket to his nose.

Sweet, like the cookies he always made for Taehyung. And bitter, like the love he knew would never be returned.

Right now, he didn’t care what anyone thought he looked like how anyone perceived him, lying on his best friend’s bed.

Taehyung…

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he couldn’t find it in himself to move.

Haunting memories of Taehyung with Jungkook materialized in front of him. Memories of them on his dongsaeng’s birthday, on which he’d been

meaning to give him a charm bracelet to match his own.

They wouldn’t be able to wear them out, due to the fans analyzing, even psychoanalyzing, everything they did, said, and wore. But they would always

have them. It would be a personal bond.

But Jungkook had butted in right when Jimin had started to pull the perfectly wrapped little box out of his pocket.

They had locked themselves in Jungkook’s bedroom, and all the other members pretended they didn't know what went on behind the closed door.

Jimin had been the last to find out about their relationship.

Not that he wasn’t observant enough, just that he couldn’t find it in himself to believe they were together. That his crush of several years was dating the

maknae that Jimin had a fake crush on (it was only for the fans).

The crush on Jungkook wasn’t even close to being real. If anything, the only reason he’d made that was so he could go sulk to Taehyung after every

time Jungkook supposedly rejected him.

But after finding them kissing in the dorms after a fan meeting, there was no denying it.

He had complained to Taehyung about how he’d never been told, to which he got the response, “I thought it was obvious. Sorry, Jiminie.” And he was

pulled into a tight hug that Jimin didn’t release Tae from until he pointed it out.

“Uh...hyung? You can let go now.”

“Oh,” Started Jimin, quickly wiping away the tears that had started appearing in his eyes without permission. “But anyways,” he said. “Why didn’t you

tell me when you two first got together? I’m your best friend!”

“I thought everyone would know, and…” he trailed off, eyeing Jimin sharply. “I think you might have been sleeping when we told everyone…” He

stopped.

“Hyung, are you crying?”

“Nah,” Jimin forced out a laugh. “Just something in my eye.”

. . .

After Jungkook had dragged Taehyung away on his birthday, everyone had cleaned up the mess left over from the party, not mentioning the click of

the lock that had echoed throughout the room when they closed the door to the bedroom behind them.

No one mentioned the moans that refused to be dulled by the thin walls (besides, they were only loud in Jimin and Taehyung’s room, since they were

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