This Damn Love

Part-51: Blur

"Years of friendship yet you can never be Jin."

Jimin turned around sharply. Eyes moist, heart heavy. He looked down trying to drown the forbidden picture in front of him.

"Two lovers surrender themselves in eachother arms. Sounds poetic isn't it?"

"Fuck off, Namjoon." Jimin shot Namjoon a glare.

"Why, Jimin? Look at them. So peaceful. So shameless."

"That's none of your business. What they do as lovers should never be your business." Jimin sighed, walking ahead but Namjoon grabbed his arms.

Jimin halted in his place.

"Tell me Jimin, tell me you didn't picture yourself in Jin's place? Tell me you never wanted to rip Jin out of Tae's arms. Tell me you never wanted to replace Jin in Tae's life?"

Jimin's shoulder shook. His breathing hitched at every word of Namjoon.

"He is my best friend. Nothing else."

"Then why do you have tears in your eyes, Jimin?"

Jimin didn't turn. The tears streaming down his face again. His head fell. Eyes down casted.

"Cut the bullshit. You don't need to lie. Cause I feel the same. I wanna rip Jin out of Tae. To hide him in my arms. Hide him from the world. Where there's only me and him. No one else. No traces of Tae in our life."

"They are getting married. Let him go, Namjoon."

"The marriage is tomorrow. We can work together, Jimin. You can have your Tae while I have my Jin." Namjoon looked at Jimin with determination, extending his palm towards Jimin.

"Are you with me?"

Jimin looked down at his own hands, then inside the window where Tae laid curled close behind Jin. His eyes shifted to Namjoon's evil ones.

Namjoon's smirk grew wider as he saw Jimin actually considering his idea. He knew he had won.

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Next morning:

Sunlight crept through the sheer curtains- slow, golden, merciless.

Taehyung blinked awake with a pounding in his skull and a heavier ache in his chest. The room smelled of sweat and sex. His skin was sticky. His limbs tangled with the warmth of another.

With Seokjin.

His eyes adjusted to the soft morning light creeping out of the open window.

Jin slept curled against him, lashes resting on flushed cheeks, his lips parted slightly as he breathed. There were faint red marks blooming down his neck, thighs parted slightly under the sheets.

Naked.

Taehyung's stomach twisted violently.

What the fuck did I do?

He remembered. All of it.

The alcohol bottles. The pleading. The way Jin whispered I love you while he was being held down and claimed in the middle of a haze Taehyung never should have entered.

Taehyung swallowed back bile and guilt.

Fuck he should have confessed.

He had meant to fall on his knees, hold Seokjin's hands and tell him the truth. That he had blood on his own.

Instead, he had taken what was supposed to be Jin's sacred gift.

His first time.

Taehyung didn't deserve him.