𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐰𝐨𝐬

t w e n t y - n i n e

"Even though what you did is . . . Is beyond despicable and I'm disappointed in every imaginable way possible, I'm not going to give you the third degree." Jimin uttered, eyes focused on Taehyung who was ready to be belittled.

"Why not?" Taehyung inquired, almost wishing Jimin would insult him just so he could feel better but Jimin wasn't like that.

Jimin sighed softly and took another bite out of his muffin thanks to the motel staff. "Because I'm sure the twins did a number on you already and me and Leehyun broke up three or four years ago, who am I to hold that against you now?"

"You didn't know until now." Answered the younger.

It was as if Taehyung was asking to be ridiculed. "What do I get out of it? I embarrassed the both of us at the game and you . . ." He trailed, thinking of what he could say next to fit what he meant. "You looked as if you were genuinely sorry, as if you meant every word you said. I'll never know if you truly did because in the end, it's your words against mine but you told me you were sorry you came back to us with the intent of fixing what you did."

"I can only say I'm sorry so much but I'll write it down until I have carpal tunnel in both of my hands if it means you get the message." Taehyung spoke with pure honesty, eyes watering as he watched Jimin closely.

The elder was first to break away the eye contact, biting down on his bottom lip. He then nodded, setting the half-eaten muffin down on the plate that was placed on the small table. "Good thing you don't have to." He uttered. "What do you plan on doing?"

"Doing for what?" Taehyung asked, unaware of the sudden subject change.

"Do you plan on staying in America with the twins or going back to Korea?"

The question was very random but it was a hell of a question. Taehyung didn't think of what he wanted to do or what he should do. He didn't even know what he wanted to do tonight.

"Uh, what are you doing?" He turned the question back to Jimin who hummed, leaning back in the lousy chair and looking back at Taehyung. "I feel like I'm throwing away a lot of money staying here and I don't have much of a purpose being in America, I might just go back to Korea tomorrow morning."

"So you're staying tonight?"

"Kind of have to I think."

"Why don't we do something . . . Just me and you so we can catch up and recall old times? Not to throw a pity party and please, please don't feel bad for me, but I've been so lonely."

Jimin pressed his lips together, brows furrowing ever so slightly.

"I felt so lonely in the years I was gone and I know that's my own fault and I deserved it, every suffering moment of it." Taehyung claimed, a pained smile lingering his lips. "I would just love if we could hang out and not worry on what the others did." He added on, the once pain in his smile slowly subsiding at the thought of hanging out with his old bestie.

"What do you have in mind?" Jimin wondered, crossing his arms lazily over his chest. He didn't feel bad for Taehyung because he did ultimately deserve a punishment of the sorts but he didn't think that Taehyung needed to be punished anymore.

"Ah, didn't think I would get this far." He nervously chuckled but hummed in thought. "Oh! Maybe we could go out to eat together and star gaze or something, maybe watch movies here like you talked about at the game. We can order some takeout and just pig out if that's what you would like. It's really up to you."

Jimin thought about it for a moment, taking in all suggested ideas. "Now that you say those, how about we just stay here and order takeout? I think that sounds like the best option." He said, not feeling ready to just go outside and go to places when they could be lazy at the motel.