Not Today || Yoonmin #Wattys2017

Am I Wrong?

Jimin's POV
"Jimin, look," Jungkook started. "Remember a few days ago when we went to go watch the performances?" I nodded my head, dread overwhelming my body knowing exactly where the conversation was headed.

"Kookie and I walked around for a bit after Namjoon and... the others performed and Jungkook saw you and Yoongi." The tan boy shot me an apologetic look.

"Are you two a thing?" Jin asked cautiously.

"No." I mumbled. It wasn't a complete lie since I honestly didn't know what we were. He said we weren't brothers, said he wanted nothing to do with me or my family, called me his boyfriend, shagged me and then left.

"Are you sure?" Jungkook asked. My chest tightened and my eyes burned, staring down at my empty bowl and fiddling with my chopsticks.

"Y-yes? I dunno" I whispered, warm thick tears fall from my eyes. I got up and went towards the kitchen, setting my dishes in the sink and desperately trying to regain some of my composure. I needed to stop crying- if I kept crying it'd be obvious.
The kitchen door flew open and the others swam in, rushing to my side and making me fall apart even more.

"Did something happen between you two?" Jin inquired, running a soothing hand down my back. I shook my head and bit my lip, sinking down to the floor and leaning against a cupboard. How on earth could I tell them?
'Hey guys, I just fucked my stepbrother! Isn't that great?'
No. How the hell was I supposed to tell them so they'd understand that I don't even know what happened. All I know is that my chest aches more than my ass does, Jungkook- along with Tae and Jin- know about him and I, and Yoongi left.

"Jimin, you can trust us. We'll try our best to understand what you're going through and help as much as we can. We really can't stand to see you like this." Taehyung pleaded, grabbing hold of my hand (no doubt wondering what the fuck happened to my wrist within the seven hours I'd been gone).
Hesitantly, I nodded my head.
Taehyung was right; I wasn't just hurting myself by not saying anything about it, but I was also hurting them.
I tried my best to recap everything that went down that day, choking out messy broken sentences while hiccups and sobs racked against my smol body.
Throughout the entire time I was talking Jungkook was seething with rage and had to walk out quite a few times. Jin was listening intently, picking and tearing apart everything I was saying. Taehyung on the other hand, was nearly crying himself, holding my tight in his arms as if I'd break off to dust right in front of him if he didn't.

"Then he left saying he had to meet up with Namjoon and Hoseok." I finished, clutching the fabric of Tae's tear stained shirt.
Suddenly, they froze and I could see all three of them sparing weary glances at each other- a silent battle taking place right before my eyes.

"What?" I sniffled. The younger two winced in unison as Jin cleared his throat and shot me a glance before staring down at the fiddling fingers in his lap.

"W-well. Uh... Namjoon's kinda been here... all day." He mumbled shamefully. "He came over a little bit ago asking if we could hang out and accidentally fell asleep after we finished Pokémon Indigo League. He's in my room right now."

"Chim, I'm so sorry." Taehyung whispered.

"But... No- Yoongi said." I shook my head and looked up at Taehyung. "You don't think he lied, right?" My voice cracked and my eyebrows turn upwards as more tears streamed down my face.

"It could be that Namjoon just never replied and they decided to go alone.." Jungkook spoke gently.

"But then again... they are really close Chim." Taehyung shook his head. More tears streamed down my cheeks and my head started to hurt. It felt like sand had been thrown into my eyes and cement had been poured down my esophagus and clogged up my lungs.
I could hardly make sense of what I was so upset about to begin with. So what if Hoseok and Yoongi were together? So what if Yoongi might be using me?
It's not like we were that serious anyways. All he was to me and all he'd ever be was my stepbrother- if even that. 
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Even so, if this was true, then why was I hurting so much?