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Fuck.
God fucking damnit! Jackson stared at his bed, being in his boxers while he fiddles with his fingers. Yoongi's under his own covers, naked under it. Joon's going to hate me. Joon's going to hate me. He's going to literally fucking kill me with his bare hands. He could imagine Namjoon's reaction to this already.
Jackson's phone started to ring, making him quickly grab it and leave the bedroom, closing the door behind him so Yoongi could at least sleep. He looks at his phone. Oh fuck. It's Joon. Don't answer it. Just ignore it. I can't talk to him right now.
Jackson presses the green button. "Uh, hey. Hey Joon." He nervously spoke, mentally cursing at himself from answering it.
"Hey Jack. How's Yoongi doing?"
"It's..It's uh..he's doing fine—yeah, he's perfectly fine." Jackson rubs his temples from his stutter.
"Good. I know he's upset about me—" Namjoon suddenly gasps from the line, hitting something. Or someone.
"Wait, Joon—" The other line buzzed, making Jackson move his phone away from his ear to look at the screen. "The fuck?"
Jackson's door opened, making him immediately turn his head. Yoongi appeared from behind the door, looking at the male. "Is everything alright?" Yoongi spoke up.
"Y-Yeah." Jackson lowered his phone and turning it off. "It's nothing."
Yoongi fluttered his eyes down, pushing the door more wide open to walk out of the bedroom and go to the kitchen. Thankfully he had his own boxers and big a shirt already on before leaving the bedroom. Oh wait. It's Jackson's shirt. Of course.
"Hey, um..Yoongi?" Jackson walked up to the kitchen.
"Yeah?" Yoongi spoke up, pouring himself a cup of water.
Jackson leans on the wall, fiddling with his phone that's turned off. "Why..Why did we have sex?"
Yoongi stops pouring the water in his cup. He fluttered his eyes and looks at the male, then looks away. "Do I..really have to answer that?" He nervously chuckles, picking up the bottle to put it in the fridge.
"Yes. You have to." Jackson crossed his arms. "You can't leave me clueless, Yoongi. Tell me now."
Yoongi sighs, picking up his cup and walked forward. "I don't know how to answer that..."
Jackson stood in front of him, placing a hand on the counter. "Why did we have sex, Yoongi?"
"You're uh..a relief..I-I guess."
"A relief? Are you fucking kidding me?"
Yoongi twitches which makes him lower the cup on the counter. "I-I didn't know how to answer that question to you, I..I'm sorry."
"Yoongi, you can't just—!" Jackson sighs, tightening his grip on the counter to calm himself down. "You can't just have sex with someone and say you used them for a stress relief. It's wrong, it's completely wrong."
"I know..." He mumbles.
"You could've just made a move on Joon before him and Dongyeon got close." Jackson lowers his voice. "You can't do that to me, alright? I'm his caretaker. If he finds out that this happened, he'll rip my guts out with his own hands, like an actual psychopath."
Yoongi stares at him.
Jackson moves his hand off the counter. "You're just making things worse for yourself. For Joon. Do you even want Joon back in your life or not?"
"I do."
"Then don't do this ever again. His rage will just grow worse and worse like how pissed off he was about you sleeping with that Hoseok guy." Jackson moves away. "If you want to stay on his good side, then don't make his anger worse."
Then Jackson walks away, Yoongi watching him leave with a shaky sigh escaping his lips.
