Speeding Into Trouble || Taekook

8

As Taehyung trudged along the dimly lit sidewalk, Jimin practically skipped beside him, glued to his phone, grinning like a love-struck idiot.

“Yoongi again?” Taehyung asked, side-eyeing his friend, who was radiating suspicious levels of joy.

Jimin’s grin widened, dreamy and borderline nauseating. “Uh-huh,” he mumbled, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was texting Yoongi.

Taehyung’s eyes flickered to the faint hickey peeking out from Jimin’s collar. His eyebrow shot up.

“What’s that on your neck? Did a vacuum cleaner attack you?”

Jimin’s hand instinctively flew to his neck, his face flushing like a malfunctioning tomato.“What? No! I just... uh... scratched myself!”

“Uh-huh,” Taehyung drawled, crossing his arms. “So, you’re telling me that scratch came with teeth marks? Impressive.”

“Did you meet Yoongi yesterday?” Taehyung continued, his voice was casual, but his raised brow and suspicious glare screamed detective on duty.

Jimin’s eyes widened, like a deer caught in headlights. “W-what? Yoongi? Yesterday? Who’s Yoongi?” he stammered, clutching his phone like it might teleport him out of the situation.

Taehyung snorted, leaning in closer. “Don’t even try it, Park Jimin. Your lies are about as subtle as a clown at a funeral. Spill it.”

Jimin let out the world’s longest sigh, throwing his hands up. “Okay, fine! Yes, I saw Yoongi yesterday, happy now?”

Taehyung grinned like he just solved a murder mystery. “And let me guess... you weren’t exactly playing chess, were you?”

Jimin gasped, scandalized. “We did talk, you know!”

“Oh, sure. I’m sure that’s what you were doing—talking, with your mouths... attached to each other,” Taehyung deadpanned, rolling his eyes.

Jimin pouted. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re suspicious,” Taehyung shot back, stopping abruptly. “So spill it. What’s going on with you and Yoongi? And don’t try to lie—I can see right through your nonsense.”

Jimin shifted uncomfortably, suddenly very interested in his shoes. “You won’t judge me, right?”

Taehyung’s brows knitted together. “Judge you? Jimin, I’m your best friend. I’m literally obligated to roast you mercilessly but without judgment.”

Jimin hesitated before blurting out, “Yoongi’s my boyfriend.”

Taehyung blinked once. Then twice. His brain took a full five seconds to reboot.

“Excuse me, WHAT?!” he bellowed, his voice loud enough to send a flock of birds screeching into the sky.

“Shhh!” Jimin hissed, clamping a hand over Taehyung’s mouth. “Do you want to alert the entire city? Maybe get it broadcast on the news while you’re at it?”

Taehyung yanked Jimin’s hand away, his jaw practically unhinging. “Are you telling me you—Park Jimin—have been dating Min Yoongi, the Yoongi, the human equivalent of a perpetually annoyed cat, and you didn’t think to tell me?! Since when?!”

Jimin winced, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh… a few months?”

“A few—hold on. MONTHS?! You’ve been sneaking around with him for months and didn’t think your best friend deserved to know?” Taehyung’s hands flailed dramatically, nearly knocking his bag off his shoulder.