JinMin | Our Night to Your Night (Prequel)✔️

Twenty-Four

It was after Taehyung made up with Yoongi again that Jimin found himself inside Seokjin's house. Never in these past decades would Jimin have thought that he would see Seokjin again, but especially not visiting him.

The decoration was as nice as ever, but this time, Hoseok didn't feel the need to show it to anyone. It was heartbreaking to see Hoseok always so gloomy now. He used to be smiley and happy as well, but now they're all broken, it seems. Is it because of Jimin?

Did he set this barrier?

He brought his legs up onto Seokjin's couch, a sort of uncomfortable feeling settling in his stomach. Sure, he had become a little petty over the years, but had he seriously fucked up their friendship this much?

Jimin chewed at his lip, hating what he's done. "The house looks nice, Seokjin." He looked around, trying to distract himself.

Something about the living room screamed Kim Namjoon, though. All except for— Jimin squinted his eyes at the wall, a picture frame that looked out of place. It was medium in size, and it didn't take long before Jimin had to stop his jaw from dropping at the sight.

The picture, Jimin didn't know how Jin had done it, but the picture in the frame was the painting. The portrait that he and Seokjin had painted years and years ago. Except now, it was smaller. It was framed.

Something inside of Jimin lifted like balloons at the sight of himself. He felt chills throughout his body. The fact that Jimin and Seokjin's photo was hanging up on the wall after all of these years made Jimin nearly want to cry. He had thought about that photo so many times, wishing he had kept it for himself. He was so sure it was long gone.

But it's right there.

"You still have the photo of us hanging on your wall, I see." Jimin bit back a smile as much as he could. It was so unreal.

The way Seokjin's eyes widened was his breaking point, though. Jimin's smile was too big, and he thanked everything that Seokjin was now looking up at the picture instead of him. Seokjin turned back to him, though, and Jimin did let his smile fade.

"Right," Seokjin nodded. His eyes were set on Jimin's, so kind. Jimin remembers crying over Seokjin so many times. Remembers missing that soft look in his eyes. "That photo is precious to me. Of course, I have it on my wall," Seokjin's lips tugged up only barely.

Then, Jimin's smile really did melt away. The picture is precious to him? What is that supposed to mean? Jimin shook his head, then got back into business mode.

"Are we here to settle this, now?" he asked, only to take away attention on him. "Why don't we all agree to just be civil?" They were all seven sitting in the living room, Jimin remembered. They're here to settle things with Taehyung and Yoongi.

Everyone merely nodded, clearly as tired as Jimin is. "Go on, Namjoon," Seokjin spoke up, nudging the man. "Shake on it."

A small smirk came onto Jimin's lips as he met eyes with Namjoon. He stood up in the middle of the living room, ready to shake his hand. "Long time, no see," Jimin said as Namjoon stood up to him.

"I see you every day, Park Jimin." The older held out his hand to shake on. "If you agree to not argue with us, we will agree to not argue with you. For the sake of friendship."

Jimin scoffed. "Friendship, my ass." Taehyung and Yoongi love each other.

"If he bites Yoongi," Namjoon spoke even lower, tightening his grip on Jimin's hand. Jimin furrowed his eyebrows as he looked up at the taller, wondering what the hell he's trying to intimidate him for. "If he so much as scratches Yoongi, he's dead to us."

Taehyung? Dead to Namjoon?

Jimin grimaced. "God, alright." He snatched his hand away from Namjoon. What crawled up his ass, anyway? "Tae, you heard that?" Jimin asked as he turned Taehyung. "Not a single damn scratch."

Taehyung nodded. "Of course—"

"And if you kiss my baby, I swear to God I will rip you apart—"

"Seokjin!" Namjoon nudged Seokjin, cutting him off. Jimin frowned as he weakly let go of Namjoon's hand. Seokjin just called Yoongi baby. Are you kidding?

Seokjin frowned at Namjoon. "What?"

"Don't worry. I'm pretty sure Yoongi's been kissy-kissy with Kwan," Namjoon said.

Jimin's head snapped to the human, squinting at him. He what?

"I-It's not like that!" Yoongi's eyes were set to Jimin, worry as the vampire gave him the deadliest of glares. "We didn't kiss."

"Let's not talk about this," Hoseok spoke up. "Can they just go home now?"

Jimin huffed. "Yeah, as much as I would love to stay, I have places to be." No, he doesn't. But it's nice to make a dramatic exit, right?

"Like where?" Seokjin questioned.

And oh, the smirk that came upon Jimin's face. Now, as he sees the painting on Jin's wall and the bitterness in Jin's voice, something felt a lot more easy, knowing that Jimin is on his mind like this.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He bent down over Seokjin's chair, confidence boosted even in a home that isn't even his. Seokjin was eyeing him, but it didn't feel the same as before, anger oozing from him. He was tempted, Jimin could see. "Come find out?"

He knew he'd say no. But, if he ever agreed, Jimin would've taken him to the stars.

"No, thanks."

He figured that would be the answer.

  Jimin scoffed as he lifted himself away from his ex. He felt so alive, so daring. It was thrilling to not bite each other's throats off but still communicate.

"Fine. Let's leave, Jungkook."

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