take two | VMIN | BTS

right where you left me

hello hello~ i hope you had a great week!!

i think i may start posting on sundays kekek instead of saturdays ^-^ (let's see)

anyway, here's the hyung chapter yay!!

any typos/errors are mine~ oops x 

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 "Hello Taehyung," Namjoon greeted, his voice warm.

The hour that followed was a blur.

Jimin had once again slipped into the role of guardian angel. He was Taehyung's strength and he was Taehyung's shield. His hand remained on the small of Taehyung's back, anchoring the alpha to him as he introduced himself to the hyungs.

The next thing Taehyung knew they were in a car together, and then in a private pojangmacha, with his bodyguard, Hyunwoo standing guard outside the tent bar.

Taehyung blinked and now they were seated at a long table. Jimin and Taehyung on one side and the hyungs on the other. The tabletop was littered with delicious looking foods, and alcohol.

Jimin, his angel, was carrying the conversation for their part. Responding, and making jokes. His hand was still pressed into the small of Taehyung's back, reassuring and solid, holding the alpha together.

Hoseok was in the middle of an exciting anecdote, talking with both hands that he gestured wildly. One hand stray and whacked the glasses off Jin's nose, leading the oldest male to let out an annoyed, 'Yah!'. It snapped Taehyung out of his paralysis.

He replayed what little his mind had recorded from the last hour. They were at the party and Namjoon greeted him, then the others did as well. He didn't reply, just stared at them blankly. Jimin jumped in to introduce himself.

The boys seemed to collectively understand that he needed a minute (an hour) to recalibrate, and didn't push further communication with him.

Jimin had suggested they go somewhere more private to talk, and had quietly and efficiently organised drinks and snacks at this tented bar, which had been cleared out for their group. Since Taehyung had enjoyed it so much in Busan.

When they were all settled and Jimin tried to discreetly take his leave to allow Taehyung the space to reconnect with his hyungs, Taehyung held onto his hand with an iron grip. Jimin, his guardian angel, had obliged and stayed by his side, one hand in Taehyung's hold and the other on the small of his back.

There must have been more, but it was all static to Taehyung.

So here they were. In a private pojangmacha smack dab in the middle of a 'Hobi-story' which involved lightsabers going by his hand gestures and Jin's assaulted glasses.

"... and so I told him, Mr. Bak you need to put that watermelon down it can't hurt you, and he sai-"

"I'm so sorry."

The conversation and happy energy came to a screeching halt. All eyes were on him.

"I fucked up so badly. I... I'm so sorry. I never should have believed my mother. I never should have accuse you like that. I... I am so sorry. You guys were the only reason I even made it to 21. Oh god, you saved me and all I did was pay you back in hurt."

The boys stared at him and Taehyung felt like closing in on himself. Jimin's hands on him anchored him to the bench. If he wasn't here, Taehyung may have sunk under the table to hide.