Divorce House (Yoonmin)

Taxi Rides

Yoongi pov (Week:2 Monday)

"Is it weird that I want to see Taehyung again? I mean...I don't like him, but I can't get him out of my head." Hoseok explains and I groan. He's been talking about Taehyung all day when all I want to do is banish him to the furthest parts of my mind.

"Why would you want to see a guy that called you a bad lay?"

Hoseok spins in his chair. "I have no idea." He whines. "I know I'm amazing in bed. Who could be better?" He stares at me expectedly and the only name that flashes in my head is Jimin.

He could have been so good, that he had Taehyung crawling back for more. I should know and my idiotic self stopped Jimin from giving me amazing morning sex. Why did I do that? I know we hate each other... or at least I hate him, but that shouldn't mean-

"Yoongi, are you listening to me?" Hoseok pouts and I shrug.

"Yeah." His eyes narrow, but he continues anyways.

"I was asking why you were so late this morning."

I roll my eyes and simply answer with, "I forgot to set my alarm."

He claps his hands together abruptly and I flinch. "I hate when that happens." When my phone starts ringing, I am more than grateful to pick it up.

"Hello, Yoongi."A male's voice answers, making me suck in a breath. How does he know my name?

"Who are you?" I ask and am greeted with a cold chuckle.

"Just someone who works for the company. How are things going?" I raise a questioning eyebrow.

"How are things going?" What the hell is this?

"Can't I call to see how your week is going? Any crying Jimin?"

At his words, I raise from my seat. "What do you mean-" And just like that the line goes dead.

I curse and slam the phone back down. Who the hell was that?

Jimin pov

I lean back in my seat and shut my eyes as I decide to take a 30 minute nap. I've been driving for four hours and I think I deserve it. Of course, the sound of horns honking and tires rolling doesn't help, but soon enough I'm out like a light.

All too soon a hard shake wakes me from my sleep and I turn around quickly. "W-what are you doing here?"

I stare wide eyed at a smiling Jin that waves at me. "Oh, me?" He teases and I nod my head. "I just came to bring light to a situation."

"What situation? what are you talking about?" I ask as my hands begin to sweat. How did he know I was resting here? Do they have some tracking device on me?

Jin taps his chin and smirks, "Why don't you drive us to this address." He says as he hands me a piece of paper. My eyes quickly scan it and my mouth dries up. This is the house Yoongi and I moved into when we got married.

"W-why do you want to go here?" I stutter while Jin slowly turns my body around so I'm facing the steering wheel.

"You won't know until we get there." He leans back into his seat and gives me a chilling smile that can only be describe as sinister. It takes all my strength not to get out the car and run as I pull out onto the busy rode.

I purposely drive slower, so that whatever he wants me to see can wait a little longer. Sadly, traffic decides to flow nicely and I pull up to our old house within 20 minutes.

It's a simple one story house that has a small fence around it. I notice that there is light on in the house and I frown. I turn back to Jin who simply shrugs his shoulders. I face the window again and see a little girl moving around in the window and suddenly an older male appears.

"Why are there other people living here?" I question as my eyes water.

"Looks like your parents didn't keep their promise."

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Yoongi pov

As soon as I reach the front door I slam it open and rush inside. "Jimin!" I yell down the hall.

"In here."

I race over to the living room to see Jimin curled up, watching TV. "Are you feeling alright?"

Jimin moves his blanket higher up on his body and focuses harder on the screen. "Yoongi, how is the house?"

I take a step back at his words and bite the inside of my cheek. "Its nice."

Jimin nods his head, before pressing off on the remote. When the TV shuts off and Jimin stands up, I'm caught off guard by how his eyes mist over. "Yoongi, how have you been living these last few months?"

I feel myself becoming more agitated as he brings up old wounds. "Like you really care."

Jimin lets his tears fall and I shut my eyes. "Yoongi, you could have told me." I shake my head.

"It wouldn't have changed anything."

I feel Jimin's warm hand caress my cheek and I lean into it. "I could have told my parents to-"

"Jimin, I hate when you ask your parents for help."

"Yoongi, look at me." He whispers and I slowly open my eyes to gaze at his red nose and distraught face. "Where have you been living?"

I shrug, "I've just been...spending the nights at saunas." Jimin latches onto my shirt and cries on my chest.

"This wasn't supposed to happen when we split." He cries as I lead him to the couch.

"Jimin, it's not like you lived through it and I'm perfectly fine." I reassure, but Jimin shakes his head.

"No, you were supposed to still be living there and forgetting about me. Y-you need to still be living there or else-" He cuts himself off before finishing, confusing me more.

"Jimin, you're not making any sense."

He hugs me and buries his face in my shirt. "Yoongi, I feel so guilty. I'm sorry, I tried my best and I didn't know they would do that. I thought they would keep their promise."

I sigh and rub his back when it clicks in my head. Putting aside how distraught Jimin is, this is my chance to complete the mission.

"Wait here." I ignore his tears and head to the kitchen and start making hot chocolate. I even add whip cream on the top. Then, I make my way back to Jimin who has calmed down a bit. "Here you go."

He looks down at the cup before slowly taking a sip. I sit next to him and pull his feet onto mine. He stares at me with red rimmed eyes and when he pulls his lips away, he has a whip cream beard.

I slowly reach out and wipe it away. "First, lets just calm down and second, how about a movie." Jimin slowly nods his head and I smile warmly at him. "Great." I turn the TV back on as Jimin puts the cup on the coffee table.

He awkwardly moves the blanket so it covers the both of us and I pull him closer to my side. After a moment of silence, he mumbles a soft, "I'm sorry."

A/N I updated! Bruh, feels like forever. Hope you all liked the update. A lot happened and hopefully you're even more confused than before. Also, I forgot to mention that I made the time Yoongi told Jimin about his mom's cancer 3 years ago instead of 2. This just fits better in the time line. Welp, don't forget to comment and vote. Until next time Deuces Burritos!