How To Be An Alpha

Step 18

"What are you-? Why are you here?" Taehyung wasn't sure himself what to say or how to react. This was the same man who had accused him of pretty much being a slut and said horrible things to him and even fired him with the excuse of him being an asshole and wanting to take advantage of Kijung. So what in the nine hells was he doing there?

Jungkook looked away, his eyes unable to meet Taehyung's and a new wave of regret filled him. He was normally good at acting in these types of situations, but never had he imagined himself standing in front of- what even was Taehyung for him? Why was he feeling so terrible, not for saying those things to anybody, but for saying them to Taehyung of all people. He hurt him and that was hurting him.

The two remained silent, the tension filling up the room and Yoongi wasn't sure if it was the regret coming from Jungkook, or the rising anger from Taehyung or the hurt from the two, but he was having a hard time here. Bitterness and sourness kept mixing in his nose only to leave a horrendous aftertaste in his mouth. He could also taste the burning prints of something spicy, sure that it was coming from Taehyung's blazing anger, but the bitter taste was way too overpowering.

The older alpha had to cover his mouth and nose, not liking one bit what he was smelling and tasting, automatically catching Jimin's attention, who knew of his hyper sensitivity towards scents. He knew Yoongi could control it, but he was still having a hard time nonetheless.

"Would you two stop with the negativity? Just look at hyung's state?" Jimin had enough and glared at both males. "Are you okay, hyung?" He quickly leaned over to whisper, receiving a nod.

Jimin once again looked up to see both alphas not even looking at each other and he sighed. "I'm assuming you're the asshole that hurt my Tae. Look, I would love to kick your pretentious ass right now for hurting my soulmate, but you two seriously need to talk here." He turned to look at Taehyung again and he knew by his stare alone that he didn't want to be left alone with him.

"I'm sorry, Tae, but you really have to talk and use your words here. Communication is key and I won't just stand here seeing how you two act out a horrible drama from the 90s just because the two haven't learned shit about how everything would be easier if you just communicate. You are the main characters here, after all. Besides, I haven't seen my boyfriend in a while and would really appreciate it if you wouldn't overwhelm him with your disgusting negativity. He's sensitive. So right now, I'm gonna take Yoongi hyung to my room while you two sit down and talk. No running away, no avoiding shit, you can slap him if you want, but talk."

With that, Jimin gave the two a final glare, Walking over to pull the alpha inside and shutting the door close before helping Yoongi back to his room.

"And remember, communication!" He yelled before shutting the door to his own room and leaving the two alphas simply standing there.

Nothing could even begin to describe the awkwardness that lingered in between them. Taehyung could feel it just surrounding them in a bubble, slowly taking away all the oxygen and making his chest feel heavy. What was he doing here? This was his house and he was the first one to come, assume shit and then fire him.

The initial awkwardness he felt slowly turned into annoyance. The audacity that this man had to not only insult him and fire him but also come into his house, the place he came to run away from him and over all looking like that. Taehyung had long given up on trying to find any flaws in Jungkook's appearance, the least the elder could do was let him be angry at him without flexing the fact that he looked hot in anything. It took every fiber in his body not to shake at the mere sight of older alpha.

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung tried to put the sturdiest wall in between them, making sure that he was clearly still very much angry at him.

For the first time he saw Jungkook unsure. The elder was trying to conceal his fidgety hands and how he kept switching his weight from one foot to the other only to stand up completely straight, his eyes yet to meet him.