Taehyung ran into his apartment, slamming it just as Jimin had caught up, his fingers quick to lock the door before Jimin could grab the handle. On the other side of the door, Jimin desperately jiggled the doorknob, finding that it was useless and then deciding to pound his fists against the wood instead.

    “Taehyung!!” he yelled, “Taehyung, please, open the door!”

    Taehyung sobs wracked through his entire body, he turned, resting his back against the door as he slid down it, falling into a crouched position against the door, hands gripping at his light locks.

    “Tae!! Tae, please!” Jimin’s hands were beginning to ache and bruise from the force, but he didn’t relent. “Taehyung, why won’t you at least talk to me?”

    Taehyung couldn’t help but let out a shriek as the pain tore through him and he couldn’t even close his eyes, they stayed wide open, staring into his lap.

    Jimin’s pounding grew harder as he heard the screaming on Tae’s end, “TAEHYUNG!! Taehyung.. please..” his voice broke as he began to weakly shove his fists against the wood, head pressed against the door.

    “I don’t even know what’s going on, Taehyung.. please don’t leave me in the dark.”

    Taehyung’s sobs came to a halt and his entire body froze, his breathing stopped too. Of course. Jimin didn’t know anything about Yoongi. Yet the tears continued to slide down his cheeks like a facet and he felt pathetic.

    Jimin exhaled through his nose, hurt that his friend was upset. He was just so confused.

    But then the door unlocked and opened slowly.

    Jimin looked up from the floor, eyes wide as he took in the sight of Taehyung’s tear-streaked face, eyes and nose red and puffy as he continued to cry, hiccuping softly as he stared at Jimin.

    The pink haired elder immediately pulled Taehyung into his strong arms, burying his face in Taehyung’s shoulder.

    “You let me in..”

    “Stupid Jiminie..” Taehyung whispered softly, voice raspy from screaming, “You have the key to my apartment.” the brunette then wrapped his arms around Jimin’s torso, shutting his eyes and caving to the warmth that both comforted him and broke his heart.

    Eventually, after a long hug and some whispers of ‘Don’t ever do that to me.’ and ‘I’m sorry, Jiminie’s, the two had migrated to the couch. Jimin held Taehyung against him, the brunette’s head resting on his firm chest, their legs intertwined.

    With one arm around Tae’s waist and his free hand playing with the brunette locks, Jimin sighed, “Do you want to tell me about what happened back there?” Taehyung’s body continued to quiver and jolt occasionally as he hiccuped from the tears that had slowly subsided.

    Taehyung hummed as the hand Jimin had around his waist began to lightly massage his back. Jimin really knew how to comfort him.

    “Taehyung?”

    He sighed. “It’s nothing, Chim chim.”

    “Tae.. don’t say that when you were just screaming and sobbing. It hurts when you lie to me.”

    Taehyung shut his eyes, taking a deep, shaky breath.

    “Okay.”

    “Good. Now who was that guy?”

    Taehyung’s breath hitched. “I.. Jiminie.. Remember that guy I was talking about?”

    “The one who kept picking you up after Uni and you wouldn’t shut up about but wouldn’t even tell me the name of, declaring you’d have to introduce us in person?”

    “Yeah. He uh.. That guy you just ed, that’s him.”

    Jimin froze, “Tae, I--”

    “No, no.. I know, Jiminie. You couldn’t have known if I’d have just told you his name, but I didn’t want you to look him up on social media. I wanted it to be a complete surprise. I’m an idiot..” Taehyung laughed bitterly, hiding his face as fresh tears began to form.

    “Hey, hey.. no, look at me Tae.” he held Taehyung’s head up. “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry.” he said gently. Taehyung averted his eyes.

    “No, don’t apologize for my mistakes, Jimine. Look-- I’m really just a big, stupid idiot and I mes--” the brunette’s words were cut off by Jimin’s lips.

    “Mm-” Taehyung let Jimin kiss him and he kissed him back, melting a little. It wouldn’t be the first time they’ve kissed. They’ve always kissed whenever they were in the spur of the moment, but this time.. this time it felt so nice, so comforting.

    When they parted for air, Jimin bumped their foreheads together lightly, laughing breathily as Taehyung’s cheeks turned pink.

    “You’re not any of those things, TaeTae. You’re so many things, but you’re not like that-- well, not in a serious way.” he laughed when Taehyung slapped his chest. “But you’re not that bad.” Another hit to his chest. “Kidding! You’re amazing, Tae.”

    The younger stopped to stare at Jimin’s smile, the way his eyes disappeared into crescents and the way his puffy lips stretched.

    It was moments like these where Taehyung wondered if he and Jimin would have dated under different circumstances.

    He shut his eyes, humming a small ‘Thanks”

    “I love you, Tae.” his pulse quickened.

    “Love you too, Chim.” he said softly.

    “And just so you know, we’re hitting the club tonight. That guy shouldn’t have ed me if you two were dating. Screw him, you’re getting some tonight.”

    “Well.. we weren’t really official.. he never asked me out.” Taehyung said shyly.

    “But you guys went out a lot, he picked you up from Uni, and you ed. A lot.”

    “Chim, you know I don’t do it only once..”

    “Yeah, but you usually anyone that isn’t a boyfriend or me at a max of three times.” Jimin snorted.

    “I--”

    “No ‘and’s, ‘but’s, or ‘I’s. We’re going out, Tae.”

    Taehyung sighed and gave in, “Fine.”

    “Great! Time for you to bust out the ol’ leather pants!”

    “Why?” Tae rose an eyebrow.

    Jimin shrugged, “They make your look great.”

    “Wait-- for me!?”

    “Uh.. duh. They’re your jeans.”

    That night, Taehyung and Jimin found themselves at a club called Bulletproof  and Taehyung found himself making fun of the cheesy name in the passenger seat of Jimin’s sleek, black Lexus. Jimin nearly let go of the wheel to strangle Taehyung.

    Taehyung stepped into the club, clad in the tight leather jeans that squeezed him just right, a loose, distressed v-neck and a black choker to top it off. His eyes lined in black kohl and hair mussed up to look like he’d just had his hair tugged by someone. Eyes were on him and Jimin and he felt a sudden rush of adrenaline in his veins.

That was also the night Taehyung drank his off, his emotions catching up with him again. Not the sad ones, no. The angry ones that wanted revenge, and although Taehyung knew deep down that what he did that night would probably not affect Yoongi in any way whatsoever. Yet he felt like by having the time of his life, being reckless and going crazy, he would be even.

    After several drinks, Taehyung found himself weaving his way to the center of the crowd, hips swaying and body rolls on point.

    He didn’t remember a majority of the faces of the people he’d been dancing with.

    Well, at least until a pair of hands rested on his hips and his back was pressed up against a firm chest, flush against someone’s crotch.

    “Well, well, well, Taehyung. What might you being doing here?” the familiar voice, low and husky tickled his ear and the brunette had to suppress a shudder.

    “Can’t I have fun, Gukkie?” he purred, head turning to look up at the younger boy, hips not ceasing to roll back.

    Jeongguk took Taehyung home not too long after that and he was amazing, really. Taehyung loved the way the younger man made him feel, knew all the right places and the right paces. Knew how to make Taehyung want more. He liked the way Jeongguk pulled him close and kissed his neck after they'd had .

He didn't like that he wasn't Min Yoongi.

He didn't like that either.

    Taehyung ran into his apartment, slamming it just as Jimin had caught up, his fingers quick to lock the door before Jimin could grab the handle. On the other side of the door, Jimin desperately jiggled the doorknob, finding that it was useless and then deciding to pound his fists against the wood instead.

    “Taehyung!!” he yelled, “Taehyung, please, open the door!”

    Taehyung sobs wracked through his entire body, he turned, resting his back against the door as he slid down it, falling into a crouched position against the door, hands gripping at his light locks.

    “Tae!! Tae, please!” Jimin’s hands were beginning to ache and bruise from the force, but he didn’t relent. “Taehyung, why won’t you at least talk to me?”

    Taehyung couldn’t help but let out a shriek as the pain tore through him and he couldn’t even close his eyes, they stayed wide open, staring into his lap.

    Jimin’s pounding grew harder as he heard the screaming on Tae’s end, “TAEHYUNG!! Taehyung.. please..” his voice broke as he began to weakly shove his fists against the wood, head pressed against the door.

    “I don’t even know what’s going on, Taehyung.. please don’t leave me in the dark.”

    Taehyung’s sobs came to a halt and his entire body froze, his breathing stopped too. Of course. Jimin didn’t know anything about Yoongi. Yet the tears continued to slide down his cheeks like a facet and he felt pathetic.

    Jimin exhaled through his nose, hurt that his friend was upset. He was just so confused.

    But then the door unlocked and opened slowly.

    Jimin looked up from the floor, eyes wide as he took in the sight of Taehyung’s tear-streaked face, eyes and nose red and puffy as he continued to cry, hiccuping softly as he stared at Jimin.

    The pink haired elder immediately pulled Taehyung into his strong arms, burying his face in Taehyung’s shoulder.

    “You let me in..”

    “Stupid Jiminie..” Taehyung whispered softly, voice raspy from screaming, “You have the key to my apartment.” the brunette then wrapped his arms around Jimin’s torso, shutting his eyes and caving to the warmth that both comforted him and broke his heart.

    Eventually, after a long hug and some whispers of ‘Don’t ever do that to me.’ and ‘I’m sorry, Jiminie’s, the two had migrated to the couch. Jimin held Taehyung against him, the brunette’s head resting on his firm chest, their legs intertwined.

    With one arm around Tae’s waist and his free hand playing with the brunette locks, Jimin sighed, “Do you want to tell me about what happened back there?” Taehyung’s body continued to quiver and jolt occasionally as he hiccuped from the tears that had slowly subsided.

    Taehyung hummed as the hand Jimin had around his waist began to lightly massage his back. Jimin really knew how to comfort him.

    “Taehyung?”

    He sighed. “It’s nothing, Chim chim.”

    “Tae.. don’t say that when you were just screaming and sobbing. It hurts when you lie to me.”

    Taehyung shut his eyes, taking a deep, shaky breath.

    “Okay.”

    “Good. Now who was that guy?”

    Taehyung’s breath hitched. “I.. Jiminie.. Remember that guy I was talking about?”

    “The one who kept picking you up after Uni and you wouldn’t shut up about but wouldn’t even tell me the name of, declaring you’d have to introduce us in person?”

    “Yeah. He uh.. That guy you just ed, that’s him.”

    Jimin froze, “Tae, I--”

    “No, no.. I know, Jiminie. You couldn’t have known if I’d have just told you his name, but I didn’t want you to look him up on social media. I wanted it to be a complete surprise. I’m an idiot..” Taehyung laughed bitterly, hiding his face as fresh tears began to form.

    “Hey, hey.. no, look at me Tae.” he held Taehyung’s head up. “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry.” he said gently. Taehyung averted his eyes.

    “No, don’t apologize for my mistakes, Jimine. Look-- I’m really just a big, stupid idiot and I mes--” the brunette’s words were cut off by Jimin’s lips.

    “Mm-” Taehyung let Jimin kiss him and he kissed him back, melting a little. It wouldn’t be the first time they’ve kissed. They’ve always kissed whenever they were in the spur of the moment, but this time.. this time it felt so nice, so comforting.

    When they parted for air, Jimin bumped their foreheads together lightly, laughing breathily as Taehyung’s cheeks turned pink.

    “You’re not any of those things, TaeTae. You’re so many things, but you’re not like that-- well, not in a serious way.” he laughed when Taehyung slapped his chest. “But you’re not that bad.” Another hit to his chest. “Kidding! You’re amazing, Tae.”

    The younger stopped to stare at Jimin’s smile, the way his eyes disappeared into crescents and the way his puffy lips stretched.

    It was moments like these where Taehyung wondered if he and Jimin would have dated under different circumstances.

    He shut his eyes, humming a small ‘Thanks”

    “I love you, Tae.” his pulse quickened.

    “Love you too, Chim.” he said softly.

    “And just so you know, we’re hitting the club tonight. That guy shouldn’t have ed me if you two were dating. Screw him, you’re getting some tonight.”

    “Well.. we weren’t really official.. he never asked me out.” Taehyung said shyly.

    “But you guys went out a lot, he picked you up from Uni, and you ed. A lot.”

    “Chim, you know I don’t do it only once..”

    “Yeah, but you usually anyone that isn’t a boyfriend or me at a max of three times.” Jimin snorted.

    “I--”

    “No ‘and’s, ‘but’s, or ‘I’s. We’re going out, Tae.”

    Taehyung sighed and gave in, “Fine.”

    “Great! Time for you to bust out the ol’ leather pants!”

    “Why?” Tae rose an eyebrow.

    Jimin shrugged, “They make your look great.”

    “Wait-- for me!?”

    “Uh.. duh. They’re your jeans.”

    That night, Taehyung and Jimin found themselves at a club called Bulletproof  and Taehyung found himself making fun of the cheesy name in the passenger seat of Jimin’s sleek, black Lexus. Jimin nearly let go of the wheel to strangle Taehyung.

    Taehyung stepped into the club, clad in the tight leather jeans that squeezed him just right, a loose, distressed v-neck and a black choker to top it off. His eyes lined in black kohl and hair mussed up to look like he’d just had his hair tugged by someone. Eyes were on him and Jimin and he felt a sudden rush of adrenaline in his veins.

That was also the night Taehyung drank his off, his emotions catching up with him again. Not the sad ones, no. The angry ones that wanted revenge, and although Taehyung knew deep down that what he did that night would probably not affect Yoongi in any way whatsoever. Yet he felt like by having the time of his life, being reckless and going crazy, he would be even.

    After several drinks, Taehyung found himself weaving his way to the center of the crowd, hips swaying and body rolls on point.

    He didn’t remember a majority of the faces of the people he’d been dancing with.

    Well, at least until a pair of hands rested on his hips and his back was pressed up against a firm chest, flush against someone’s crotch.

    “Well, well, well, Taehyung. What might you being doing here?” the familiar voice, low and husky tickled his ear and the brunette had to suppress a shudder.

    “Can’t I have fun, Gukkie?” he purred, head turning to look up at the younger boy, hips not ceasing to roll back.

    Jeongguk took Taehyung home not too long after that and he was amazing, really. Taehyung loved the way the younger man made him feel, knew all the right places and the right paces. Knew how to make Taehyung want more. He liked the way Jeongguk pulled him close and kissed his neck after they'd had .

He didn't like that he wasn't Min Yoongi.

He didn't like that either.