Min Yoongi was agitated. It’s been an hour since Hoseok left, but his heart rate still can’t calm down. Especially with how Hoseok and Taehyung act around each other, as if they were more than friends with all the intimate touches, he refused to acknowledge the feeling boiling inside of him. To make matters worse for him, Taehyung was nowhere to be found, having retreated back into his room right after Hoseok left.

“Kim Taehyung!” he shouted as he stood up from his couch and stormed towards Taehyung’s room. A muffled ‘Yes’ was heard before Yoongi opened the door. Taehyung was on his bed, laptop on his thighs with headphones on his head. Beside him was a packet of chips and a bottle of water.

“The you doing?” Yoongi asked, looking around. Taehyung shrugged.

“Stuff, why?”

“You didn’t answer my ing question just now. Where the were you yesterday?”

“Out, why?” Yoongi was getting pissed with his nonchalance as Taehyung blatantly ignored him and went back to his computer. Yoongi needed a better way to interrogate.

“Out yourself to Hoseok?” he resorted to asking. When Taehyung’s head whipped up, he knew he’d won this round.

“Even if I did, why would you care? You’re ing around too,” Taehyung casually replied back. Yoongi was shocked at his answer. Getting madder by each second, he walked towards the edge of the bed to shut Taehyung’s laptop, before gripping his chin harshly.

“Let me remind you who I am again, you bastard. I am Min ing Yoongi, to be CEO of Min Enterprises. You are just some lowly bastard from a poor family who needs MY financial help to get done. So before you even think of speaking that way to me, think about who you are first. Just because I fool around, it doesn’t mean you can,” Yoongi sneered at Taehyung, tightening his grip with every sentence. Taehyung shook his head to release himself from Yoongi’s iron grip and stood up, knowing full well of his height advantage, towering over Yoongi.

“Don’t talk about my family, hyung. So what, am I supposed to just stay at home, be a cute little boy waiting for his cheating husband to get back from ing ‘Chim Chim’? Be all nice and accepting of fate, like a brainless little wiener? Follow you around like a puppy, accepting your abuse? Others may bow at whatever you do, hyung, but I’m not one of them. SO. . YOU.”

An impulse, when Yoongi’s hand landed on Taehyung’s left cheek. Taehyung clicked his tongue as he felt the stinging pain, willing himself not to cry. He flipped his hair to adjust it back properly and looked at Yoongi.

Seeing those eyes getting glassier by the minute made Yoongi guilty for a moment. He was about to raise his hand to cup Taehyung’s cheeks and apologise when the doorbell rang. Taehyung immediately brushed past Yoongi and went out of the room to greet whoever’s at the door.

Yoongi hung his head in shame as he stared at his hand. Never had he hit anyone before no matter how angry he had gotten. Rather than feeling calmed, waves of guilty just crashed upon him. He sat down on the bed, putting his head in his hand as he recalled Hoseok’s words.

“Get your ing together.”

“You better start treating him right.”

Yoongi groaned. Ruffling his hair, he turned his head to the laptop that he had forcefully shut. He pulled it closer to him and opened it, only to find himself staring at a website confirming a purchase. Yoongi got a shock of his life whe