Writing About Love

Roommates

 Jimin was with Taehyung. It didn't surprise him in the least but he still felt his blood boiling. He stormed towards Jin and pushed the sandy-haired man back into the store without watching Jimin be dragged off by his boyfriend. He knocked a table over once inside and grabbed onto a chair, ready to throw that as well, but Jin wrapped his arms around him. He was so sure Jimin would come back to him, at least to let him explain things and finally work out what was between them. He felt like a lost piece of himself had finally come home when he was holding Jimin and letting him cry it all out at first. If he was so happy with Taehyung then why did he cry in the first place when he saw him? This all made him so frustrated that he didn't even hear Jin's soft mumblings into the crook of his neck. He turned around abruptly and Jin's hands dropped from around him in the process.

"You're good at these kinds of things. You watch dramas all the time and give out advice no one ever wants. So give it to me now. I want it."

"First you should sit down and calm down." He moved to follow the instruction but Jin put a hand on his arm. "Actually, first you should fix the table." Jin's smile was sweet and Yoongi rolled his eyes before righting everything and dropping into the metal chair.

"Go on, guru."

"I think you should just go home and talk to Joon. I can give you all the advice in the world but I don't actually know Jimin. He looked pretty torn up and his friend definitely looked unique. Are you sure they are together? It didn't look reciprocated at all." Yoongi thought back to all the times he had seen the two together and how Taehyung would always be touching Jimin no matter what. They could be sitting on opposite sides of the couch with three people between them and Taehyung would always find a way to pass things to him or to strike up a conversation that only he and Jimin could follow.

"They've always been close. I've walked in on them rubbing off on each other before. I don't doubt it at all." At that point a customer walked through the door so Jin stood up and adjusted his vest before giving Yoongi a pained look.

"Go home and sleep. Wake up and talk to Joon and then call me after a hot shower. You need to take care of yourself before you start making rash decisions." Yoongi snorted and stood to follow him towards the counter.

"When have you ever seen me make a rash decision?"

"Always. You make up your mind about something in ten seconds and you won't see anyone else's point of view." The group of teens had made their selections so Yoongi chose not to respond, rather he threw a hand up in resignation and also goodbye before making his way back outside.

He pulled his phone from his back pocket and checked the messages. When he saw there was only a message from Namjoon clearing him to come home for the night he sighed. Part of him was hoping Jimin might try and contact him but no such luck. What would I have said if we had talked? On the walk home he thought about all the possibilities that could have happened had he followed through with any of the speeches he had prepared after thinking about this for days months prior. He'd probably just have made a fool out of himself.

Yoongi was so wrapped up in his thoughts he ended up home with little to no recollection of how he ended up there. His TMoney card was clutched tightly in his hand and he faintly remembered bumping into an older lady but he was at a loss beyond that. He turned the key and was met with a sight he never wanted to see in his life. Namjoon's back was to him but Hoseok's face was still visible over his shoulder and he looked blissed out pressed against the wall of their entryway. Neither one heard the door or bothered to stop and Yoongi counted his blessings that it seemed both were still mostly clothed. He had seen all of his roommate before and heard some of his more passionate lovemaking sessions but that didn't ease the discomfort he felt at seeing him rutting into his longtime boyfriend's leg. He assumed Hoseok had been on his way out of the door when they took the opportunity to give each other an enthusiastic parting gift. Namjoon's head tossed backwards and Yoongi cringed as a moan filled the space between them.