ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ • ᴠᴍɪɴ & ᴛᴀᴇᴋᴏᴏᴋ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

74. Your Skin On My Skin (M)

"Your mouth is bruised, your knuckles are red, and you expect me to believe nothing happened?" J-Hope asked, his concern deepening as Yoongi silently sipped neat whiskey, despite the early hour. Frustrated, J-Hope reached over and took the glass from his friend's hand.

"Talk to me, Yoongi. Who were they? What happened? Who did this to you?" he pressed, moving closer and sitting beside Yoongi on the couch, trying to get him to open up.

"I thought you were just sick and that's why you missed classes, but now I find you like this? And why didn't you answer my calls last night? What's going on? What are you hiding?" J-Hope persisted, but Yoongi remained silent, his gaze distant.

J-Hope's patience was wearing thin, but he knew pushing too hard could make Yoongi retreat further. He took a deep breath, trying a gentler approach.

"Yoongi, I'm trying to help you. You need to share." He said softly, placing a hand on Yoongi's shoulder.

For a moment, it seemed like Yoongi might respond. His eyes flickered with something-pain, maybe, or regret-but then the walls went back up. He shook his head slightly, still refusing to speak.

J-Hope sighed and leaned back against the couch, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not leaving until you tell me what's going on." He said firmly, settling in for the long haul.

The silence between them stretched out, heavy with unspoken words. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Yoongi's voice broke through, rough and low.

"It's not something you can fix, Hobi. Just... leave it alone."

But J-Hope wasn't having it. "Maybe I can't fix it, but I can damn well stand by you. I'm not leaving, Yoongi. Not until you let me in."

Yoongi's grip tightened on the edge of the couch, knuckles white. He looked like he was fighting an internal battle, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Then, almost in a whisper, he said, "It was Dowoo."

J-Hope's heart sank. He hadn't expected that. "Dowoo? What happened between you two?"

Yoongi closed his eyes, the weight of everything finally beginning to crush him. "But I did worse to him"

J-Hope was shocked to say the least, "Why?" He asked and Yoongi sighed before answering, "Over Jimin."

And the rest was history.

~♡~

Taehyung was growing increasingly anxious, worried not only about Jimin but also his brother. Left alone in the house, he sent multiple messages to Jungkook, trying to make sure everything was alright. But there was no response.

Frustrated, Taehyung finally decided to call Jungkook. The phone rang several times before it was picked up.

"Hello? Kookie? I've been texting you. Didn't you see any of them-" Taehyung was cut off mid-sentence by the sound of the doorbell ringing. He walked over to answer it, only to find his boyfriend at the door, smiling mischievously with his phone in hand.

"Ding dong!" Jungkook teased, grinning widely as he lowered his phone and slipped it into his pocket. Taehyung frowned in confusion.

"Wait, if you're here... did you leave Jimin and Dowoo alone?" Taehyung's voice edged in panic as he stepped aside to let Jungkook in, who closed the door behind him.

"Yeah, I left them. Let them figure it out."

"But shouldn't you be there? What if they fight? What were they doing when you left?" Taehyung bombarded him with questions, his concern evident. Jungkook simply wrapped his arms around him, pulling Taehyung close.