Crazy about you [COMPLETE]

29- As long as you're happy.

YG – 21:46 _ *I know you probably won't even read my messages, but I just wanted to remind you that our concert is tonight.*

YG – 21:47 _ *I don't even know why I'm texting you …*

YG – 21: 47 _ *Goodnight Jiminie.*

«I-I'm sorry. I have to … I have to go. – Jimin stuttered, his phone still in his hand as he scrambled off the bed – Goodnight Kookie.» he added, shyly leaning over to peck his cheek before rushing downstairs and out of the door, heading home.

He mentally kicked himself for letting the situation almost slip out of his control.

Almost.

Luckily, Yoongi had chosen that very moment to text him, suddenly dragging him back to reality before he could actually fuck things up between he and his younger friend.

The air was fresh outside, and he got welcomed by a breeze cold enough to make him shiver in his short sleeves; a few meters further, he turned around to notice the kid spying from his bedroom's window and his tiny face half-hidden behind the curtain made his stomach twitch in guilt; he fought the urge to run back to him and speeded up his pace instead.

He locked himself up in his room as soon as he arrived home, being extra careful in order not to wake up his parents that had already fallen asleep.

Sitting on the mattress, he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down -in a glimpse of desperation he reached for his phone, and typed a message.
 

JM – 22:38 _ *Hyung, are you busy tomorrow?*

JIN – 22:40 _ *Not really*

JIN – 22:40 _ *Why?*

JM – 22:41 _ *Meet me at the cafè?*

JM – 22:41 _ *Please. I kinda need to talk to someone*

JM – 22:41 _ *Someone with some common sense.*

JIN – 22:43 _ *I was about to ask you why hadn't you texted Taehyung, but I guess you made it clear.*

JIN – 22:43 _ *Fine. Be there at 10 am.*

JM – 22:44 _ *Fine. Thanks.*

Jimin tossed his phone at the end of the bed, drying the new approaching tears.

How could have things end up that way?

He rolled on the mattress, hiding his face into the pillow to try and muffle his hiccups.

Every thought he had managed to fight back up to that moment suddenly came back, and his mind ended up being so full it started to ache.

How could have he been such a fool?

Yoongi was clearly not in love and he'd been stupid of him to believe otherwise: they had just had sex, of course he'd said he loved him.

He couldn't help but feel even worse as he realised he didn't even know how long those two had been hooking up behind his back; he felt a sudden rush of jealousy run through his body, making the blood in his veins heat up in anger, as his mind wouldn't stop coming up with thoughts that only made him assume the worst: he pictured them together, Suga calling him his “baby boy”, his hands, mouth, mind all focused on Jackson.

A fierce rage made him sit up on the mattress and dry his tears with the back of his hands, fighting back the urge to throw up.

He began to feel sick, air burning as it filled his lungs again and the sudden movement made his head feel dizzy, tiny sparkling stars dancing before his eyes.