Uɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ Lᴏᴠᴇ || ❀ TH×JM ❀

Pᴀʀᴛ- 16

[🚫 Mention of a little self- harm(not much)]

"Jimin~ I swear, baby, I won’t hook up with him again. Please, talk to me,"

Taehyung begged for what felt like the hundredth time, his voice trembling with desperation as he stared at the closed door. His heart ached as the weight of their heated argument replayed in his mind—Jimin accusing him of breaking their promise, throwing Jackson’s name around like a dagger aimed straight at his heart.

His attempts at defense had been feeble against Jimin’s relentless accusations. The hurt in Jimin’s eyes was unmistakable, and it felt like a mirror reflecting his own pain back at him. Every word out of Jimin’s mouth had cut deeper, and with every cut, Taehyung’s regret sharpened.

He silently cursed himself, not just for the fight, but for allowing this situation to arise at all. If only he hadn’t gone to Jackson, if only Jin hadn’t opened his big mouth.

"Yeah, Minie... please give him another chance," Jin’s voice was softer now, tinged with regret. The mischievous spark that had lit his face earlier had long since faded, replaced with a somber expression as he stood by the door, knocking occasionally in the hopes that Jimin would come out.

He hadn’t meant for things to go this far. He thought it’d be a bit of light drama, a little fun to stir things up, but as the hours passed, he realized he’d greatly underestimated how deeply Jimin had been hurt. Now, with Jimin locking himself away for over two hours, Jin could feel the weight of his mistake pressing down on him like an unbearable load.

Taehyung, who had been pacing back and forth in the hallway, suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Jin by the collar. His eyes, normally soft and kind, were blazing with fury, a crimson heat radiating from him.

"Are you happy now? Happy that he’s isolated himself? That he won’t even talk to me?" He snarled, his voice dark and dangerous.

Jin gasped at the sudden action, his hands instinctively reaching up to loosen Taehyung’s grip. "L-look, Tae… I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t think he’d react like this. It’s not completely my fault, you know!"

"Oh, so whose fault is it then?" Taehyung’s voice was sharp, venomous. His grip tightened, and the atmosphere around them seemed to thicken with tension. "Why aren’t you laughing now, huh? Isn’t this what you wanted? Should I clap for you? Or maybe I should dance to entertain you with some new drama?"

His words dripped with sarcasm, each one hitting Jin like a stone.

Jin’s throat felt tight as he tried to swallow the fear rising in him. The air around them had grown suffocatingly heavy, Taehyung’s dark aura casting long shadows on the walls. But Jin, despite the unease building in his chest, stood his ground.

"Leave my fucking collar. Right now," he ordered, his voice steady, though his heart raced.

"And what if I don’t?" Taehyung shot back, eyes glinting with a challenge.