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Chapter Twelve: House Of Cards

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Jimin stared at the door of Yoongi's dorm, debating on whether or not to go in. He anxiously shifted his weight as he thought of what to do.

The door flew open, revealing a sniffling Taehyung. "Tae!" The younger glared at Jimin as he passed by, not saying a word.

"Please let me explain!"

Taehgung ignored the boy's desperate pleas and entered their shared dorm room. Jimin grunted in frustration and followed after him.

"Kim Taehyung, listen to me!"

The brown haired teen glanced up at him, another wave of tears threatening to stream down his cheeks. "Please..." His eyes widened when the older boy suddenly wrapped his strong arms around him. "Please..." He was close to tears, his voice wavering drastically.

"Whatever..." A soft smile tugged at his lips as his grip on the boy tightened. "Thank you!"

They sat side by side, their knees grazing slightly. "Oh... So you meant that as I should talk to a therapist, not to you?" Taehyung frowned, it still sounds pretty mean when he thought about it.

"I'm just bad with words, TaeTae, seeing you sad makes me sad so I thought a therapist would be better for both of us. Plus, they're paid to listen to these types of things."

Taehyung nodded, understanding where the boy was coming from. "I get it. But I think I'll just go to a therapist if I absolutely need to. Talking to Yoongi seems to help me a lot."

Jimin scowled, he hated how the boy would always run to Yoongi whenever something happened. He wanted him to be the one to comfort Taehyung.

A soft smile made its way on to Taehyung's face as he stared at the boy across from him, his hand slowly inching towards his thigh.

Taehyung looked up at him, his face reddening. "Aw, is my Taehyungie embarrassed?" Jimin cooed, pinching the younger boy's cheeks. "N-No.... Shut up."

Jimin's hand trailed down to Taehyung's chin, bringing his face closer to his own. They silently kissed, their mouths moving perfectly in sync with each other.

Taehyung broke away first, resting their foreheads against Jimin's. "I'm sorry for pushing you into the wall, Taehyung. I was-" the boy was cut off by Tae's lips. "Shush, it's fine. You didn't do anything, didn't you?"

Despite saying that, Taehyung felt hurt that the other would try to hurt him but he could live with it.

His mind traveled for a short while, an image of Yoongi crying surfaced in his thoughts. Why would he suddenly imagine Yoongi at this time?

"Babe?"

The boy just smiled in response, but Jimin could tell it was forced. His heart felt like it was going to explode, he was overwhelmed with the emotions pumping through his veins.

Taehyung suddenly stood up from his spot, shocking Jimin slightly. "Tae, where are you going?" He didn't reply right away, he sighed and looked over at Jimin, his hand on the door knob. "I'm being selfish. I need to apologize." This only left Jimin more confused, staring after the boy in a daze. What did he mean by that?

Taehyung quietly entered the hyung's dorm room without knocking. "T-Taehyung! Knock first!" His eyes widened at the sight before him. Jin was sitting on Namjoon's lap, a line of saliva connected to their lips. The younger crunched up his nose in disgust, "Why do I feel like I just walked in on my parents doing it in their bedroom?" He closed his eyes and quickly turned around, "Lock the door next time!"

As the door shut behind him, a low moan sounded from inside the room. "Disgusting." He turned around, going to go look for the older male in the living room when he saw the blonde leaning up against the wall in front of him.

"But isn't that what you and Jimin were doing earlier, Tae?" Heat rose up to Taehyung's cheeks at the accusation. "S-Shut up, Yoongi..." The older laughed, a nice, melodic sound that only made the younger's face redden.

Yoongi pushed himself off of the wall, grabbing Taehyung's wrist. "Cmon, I can tell by the look on your face you want to talk." As they walked, the pale male's hand dropped from his wrist down to his hand, their fingers interlocking. Taehyung's mind only registered the fact that Yoongi had very soft hands. A faint smile unconsciously made its way on to both of their faces.

Jimin saw everything.

The smirk on Yoongi's face as he teased Taehyung, the way Taehyung didn't protest when he grabbed his wrist, how  they held hands like a couple. Jimin felt  anger course through his veins, the same way as when he saw them at the hospital.

This made him question himself, has he really won Taehyung? Even though they kiss passionately like long time lovers, it seems Yoongi has the mental support Taehyung needs.

Which one of us do you love, Kim Taehyung?

Yoongi dragged Taehyung along with him as they exited the building, the sun just starting to go down. "It's beautiful..." The rapper laughed at Taehyung's childish statement. "Yah, we aren't here to sight see."

Taehyung giggled at the older's scolding, his face turning solemn. "I'm sorry, Yoongi." Suga turned around to face the younger, "For what? You've done nothing wrong."

The taller boy stopped suddenly, yanking Yoongi's arm in the process. "I only come to you when I need comfort, I never come to you for you to talk to someone or have someone to goof off with. I'm sorry, Min Yoongi." Taehyung bowed in a perfect ninety degree angle, showing utmost respect for the elder.

"Taehyung..."

Yoongi took a step forward, pulling Taehyung towards him for a brief kiss. As he stepped back, Taehyung's fingertips slowly reached up to his lips. The feeling was similar to when he kissed Jimin, though Jimin's was more passionate and rough.

Yoongi's kiss was short and innocent, like him. Taehyung giggled softly to himself. He looked down to see that they were holding hands, Yoongi starring at him expectantly. Was he supposed to say something?

Yoongi smiled softly at Taehyung's dazed expression. "You're so cute, Taehyungie."