Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #43 Breaking Point

"The main reason you fucked up so badly is solely because you didn't include me in the conversation. I mean giving me the job of your personal fashion designer is flattering and all, but let's be completely realistic. This plan was utter dog shit." Jimin said bluntly, plucking a grape from it's vine and slurping it between his plump lips.

 His legs draped across Yoongi's lap, a detail I chose to ignore. Namjoon was making us dinner in Yoongi's kitchen, the smell of burning metal making it abundantly clear it wasn't going very well. I rolled my eyes, throwing my head back into the recliner.

"Well you did say that you needed a new approach did you not? Then why not just surrender?"

I looked at Yoongi with a strong glare, making it perfectly clear I thought his idea was stupid.

"Here me out Jungkook, I mean I think we can confidently say we've exhausted the idea of approaching this relationship with violence and betrayal. I think we can also establish that you don't have any other advantage against Taehyung other than his reputation. You've tried to attack the only weakness you know of, yet here you are sitting in front of us, clearly presenting your failure."

I peeled a small patch of thin skin from my bottom lip, bringing my knees to my chest. He was right. I hated it. Yoongi took the gesture as the means to continue.

"I think you need to yield to him. You need to find more weaknesses; ways to make him vulnerable. Until he reveals another layer of himself, I think we can all agree there's not much more we can do."

Everything that left Yoongi's mouth had more truth than I'd like to admit. Sure, yielding to him is always an idea, but surrendering to Taehyung? That sounded like the flint and steel that would spark my living nightmare. I mean Taehyung made himself clear when he pulled his little stunt with the shard of glass. He had far more psychotic intentions embedded behind his lifeless eyes, intentions that I would strongly prefer to never explore.

"Yielding. How does one do such a thing?" I scoffed. Jimin sighed, his faith in me dwindling. He knew me too well, he knew that compromise wasn't in my vocabulary.

"He tells you to do something, you do it. Play dumb. You're irritated? Then tell him straightforwardly. If he knows exactly how you feel and when, the possibility of him considering you as a threat will decrease. Communication is the biggest thing. Just talk to him. Play the prey and own it. Don't make it obvious that you know he's the predator. Think of it like a mutual agreement of kindness."

I crossed my arms around my knees. Sure, Jimin gave me the real answer to my question, but it wasn't what I wanted to hear. Jimin rolled his eyes, reading my mind.

"Do you want to get back at him or not?"

"I do! But playing dumb? Telling him how I feel? Is there really no other option?"

Yoongi gently pushed Jimin's legs off this lap, resulting in an annoyed glance from Jimin. Yoongi opened a small drawer in his TV stand. He wrapped his fist around something, sending me a glance.

"Step out with me for a second." He said sternly. Jimin started to descend off the couch, immediately sitting back down when Yoongi sent him a longing stare I didn't understand. Hesitantly, I followed Yoongi out the front door, I slipped on a pair of sandals and shuffled after him. 

He trudged all the way down the stairs of his complex, down the street a ways and down a narrow alley. I followed him cluelessly. After a short jog to catch up, I found Yoongi leaning against the metal door of a storage unit. The alleyway was dead silent.

I shivered from the crisp breeze. He opened his palm, revealing what he had hidden in his fist. It was a pack of cigarettes. Without a single second of hesitation, I plucked one of the long sticks from the box. It was one of the cheaper ones, the kind that blackened your lungs twice as fast.