The Love Triangle // Yoonkook/Yoonmin (Discontinued)

Angry and hurt

"How did you even know we had sex? What?!" I snap at Jimin who's looking down at the ground in shame. He keeps fiddling with his fingers. "Nothing to say?" He shakes his head.

"N-no..." he silently replies.

"I trusted you, Jimin! I told you things! What do I get in return?! Huh? Fucking porn written about me by my best friend and band mate! After all this time, and you decide to thank me by doing this?" I'm very angry, my best friend has been writing porn and fucking stalking me! That psycho (A/N Jimin is my bias, please don't take offense to this) probably has cameras set up in our rooms.

"I-..." he says before shutting his mouth. I take a deep breath to try to calm down.

"Jimin," I say as I lay my hand on his shoulder, he tenses up a bit. "Do you understand my anger? You saw him rape me. You filmed it and wrote a story about it. That hurts me deeply, Jimin. It hurts me. I didn't mean to yell at you, but I want you to delete it." I say to him calmly, he nods.

"I'm sorry, Hyung. But I didn't see the whole video, so I didn't know that he raped you. I'm so sorry." He apologizes and hugs me. I hug him back and we stay embraced in each other's arms for a while.

"Could you make Jungkook not hate me? I will die if this continues." I ask him for a favor which he seems to agree to.

"Of course, it was my fault. I'll go to him at once. Do you want to join or do you want to stand here? I'll come back as soon as I have done it."

"Nah, I'll stay here and think, just come back soon, okay?" I reply and turn to face the city.

"Indeed I will." Jimin answers as he walks away. I stand there, looking at the city and enjoying the view. It's very nice, there's even a gay bar here. It seems to be quite popular as well. I wanna go there, if Kookie doesn't want to fuck me, I'll find another dude to fuck. No strings attached of course. I need to get my mind of things, and getting fucked by other dudes seems like the perfect way of doing that.

Cars are passing by the hotel and honking as they get stuck in the traffic chaos. They yell things at each other. People are like ants, you see. They all seem to want one thing, continue mating to enlarge their empire. Or that little ants nest.

"I'm back, Hyung..." Jimin mumbles as he got back.

"What did he say? Are you okay?" I ask my dongsaeng, a worried expression plastered onto my face.

"He yelled at me and called me a freak. He called you a sex crazed weirdo. It's really bad, he is super angry, and the room is a mess. There's pillows and tissues everywhere." He explains with watery eyes. Please don't tell me he is about to cry.

"I'll go talk to him, I can't stand him being mad at me. Thank you, dongsaeng, for helping me." I thank him as I go to my hotel room.

The curtain is almost ripped of its hanger, the bed sheets and pillows are spread all over the room, the table that's in the corner of the room is flipped. It looks like Kookie tried to close the curtains in anger, but failed. In the darkest corner of the room there's shadowy figure sitting in a fetus position. That will say; knees pressed to the chest, hugging them.

Jungkook is crying. His sobs are echoing through the room. I don't think he knows I'm here yet. There's a soft mumble coming from the boy.

"Idiot..." he repeatedly mumbles to himself. I do what every best friend would have done, without a word, I run up to him and give him a big and warm embrace. "Hyung...?" He says before I interrupt him.

"Shhh." I say as I start rocking back and forth with him in my arms. I don't like him crying. "Let's play a game. No prizes. Okay, so one person has to guess the other person's crush. We get to give five hints each. Do you want to play it with me?" I ask a while after Jungkook has calmed down, I look down at him as he pulls away from our hug and see him nod.