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Taejoon: Kisses pt. 2

"I'm here to reclaim what's mine!" 

The group froze at the sudden appearance of someone who made all their lives miserable. 

Except for Yoongi and Jungkook's little girl who was munching on her stolen cookie. 

"Oh? Why the silence? You don't miss me, Joonie?" He slinked through the doorway with his mink coat and Gucci boots. He raised his Dion shades to sit atop his freshly dyed blond hair. 

"Jimin?" "Not this bitch again," Yoongi grumbles, rolling his eyes. Taehyung sits shocked by the whole situation. Their sweet, little reunion party was now ruined. Jungkook takes note and glares at the intruder. 

"Seriously, why are you here? We're done with you," Yoongi spits, a hand resting on top of his bump. Jungkook leans over to whisper reassurances to the riled-up man. Yoongi pouts but sticks out his middle finger as a final "fuck you" gesture. 

Jimin scoffs at the display of immaturity and focuses his attention on his mission: getting back his old fiance. "You're coming with me, babe. And you're leaving the whore you knocked up." He taps his foot. 

Taehyung eyebrows furrow in anger and want to confront him but he's too pregnant to even get off the couch. 

"Hey! First of all, what authority do you even have to barge into my damn home?!" Namjoon raises his voice, stepping closer to the slim ex-fiancee. "I have the authority of my family." Namjoon crosses his arms and steps back. 

At this point, the little girl wraps herself around Jungkook's leg in defense and he puts her behind him. Yoongi is angry but helpless being pregnant and Taehyung. The apartment was saturated in silence. 

"You need me, Joonie. After all, who is going to spoil you with nice clothes and mansions, hm?" Jimin shrugs off his coat to reveal a low-cut, silk top with a pair of tailored slacks. They couldn't deny his good looks and style. There was nothing to insult. "This place is a dump, with an even trashy-er wife. Tragic-" "Hold on! Tae is amazing and deserves everything good in life. Even though they might not have mansions and big rings and cars, they got each other. So obviously he won, loser," Jungkook interrupts with his daughter nodding in support (even though she has no clue what's going on). 

Taehyung stares in amazement in Jimin's slim frame, dressed in beautiful clothes with a pretty face to match. There was no way for him to compete, especially when he was rich. He wondered why Namjoon really left him. Yoongi looks over at Taehyung's sad face and can't help but be worried about his friend. And Yoongi couldn't understand why Namjoon was so silent. Because if it were some hoe on Jungkook, they would've caught those hands. 

"Aren't you gonna say something, Joon?!" Yoongi shouts, "He's shitting all over your spouse and you're silent!" Taehyung silently observes the drama in tears. Why couldn't they just have a nice party with their friends and Namjoon kissing him? "Jungkook," He turns around to see the man behind him, "Help me up please." Jungkook sets down his daughter, who scrambles for Yoongi. Jungkook gently lifts him and sets an arm for support for Taehyung to grab onto. 

"Oh look, the fatass got up." Jimin scoffs and keeps his piercing eyes on Namjoon whose been silent the whole time. Tears stream uncontrollably down Taehyung's face as he holds his stomach. Namjoon turns to see his spouse silently sobbing and it finally hits him.  

He marches up to Jimin lifting his hand, presumably to hit him but before he could land it, Jimin grabbed his sweater and forced him into a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss. Taehyung looked devasted as Jungkook and Yoongi watch. Namjoon shoves the homewrecker away causing him to stumble. "Your lips are just like I remember, Joonie~" "Why can't you leave me alone, Jimin. I'm done with your sick family!" He slaps him with a loud sound and the room falls deadly silent. Taehyung covers his mouth in shock and Yoongi has his daughter's eye covered. Jungkook is frozen place. 

"You will pay for this, Kim Namjoon! I will have my family after you!" Jimin throws his mink coat over his shoulders and drops his shades back onto his eyes. A red mark standing out on his face. "Not if I report you to the police first!"