Fat •Jihope•

XXVI

{A/N: OMG IM NOT DEAD IM SORRY}

Jimin laid on the couch, his head placed on Taehyung's lap as he played with Jimin's pink locks of hair. Taehyung was comforting his best friend after the...incident. He swore to himself that Hoseok would not see another day when he sees him again.

Jimin was quiet, too quiet for Taehyung's liking. He looked up at Jungkook who was on the recliner watching the two of them. Slightly jealous of Jimin's position, but he knew that this was not the time nor place to say anything about it.

"Are you feeling better Jiminie?"

Jimin stayed quiet, not feeling like answering the question that he would just lie to. He sighed softly, pushing himself up and off of Taehyung's lap.

"Is it bad that I still like him...even if he broke my heart?"

The question came out of no where. Leaving Taehyung with his mouth open not knowing what to say. He looked over at Jungkook to see if he could say something. He just shook his head.

"I...um..o-of course it isn't Jimin, sometimes..the heart takes over the mind in some situations."

Taehyung answered his question with as much knowledge that he had. Hoping that his words would help him. Jimin just sighed.

"I really hate my heart right now."

With that he stood up. Walking towards the stair case.

"Jimin wai-"

Before he could finish he was already up the stairs. Going towards his room and closing the door. Taehyung sighed, knowing that it wasn't going to be easy talking to Jimin.

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It was currently two in the morning. Jimin laid awake in his bed, sleep not being an option to him. He crawled out of his bed, deciding to get a glass of water. He walked down the steps, walking into the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet. He turned the kitchen sink on, not caring if it was tap water. He watched at his cup filled up, the sound of water calming him.

He suddenly heard the front door open, making him almost jump out of his skin. The door clicked shut and the sound of footsteps were heard. He turned off the water as he looked at the doorway. Jimin watched as the figure walked towards the kitchen door frame. Groaning as their body leaned against the wall. Jimin's breath hitched as he looked at the figures red, puffy face. The figure looked up, giggling to himself as he made eye contact with Jimin. A smell, a very familiar smell filled up the kitchen as he stumbled.

"Jiminie~~~"

Hoseok slurred, his heart shaped smile plastered on his face. His hair messy and sticking in up in different places, his clothes were all wrinkled and wet around the collar. Hoseok took a step towards Jimin while Jimin took a step back from him.

"H-Hoseok ge-"

Hoseok suddenly grabbed Jimin's wrist. Jimin jumped back in fear, trying to pry his hands from Hoseok. Hoseok's face was inches away from Jimin's. The same smell filling his nostrils, he scrunched his face up at the familiar smell. Then it hit him, tears swelling up in his eyes as Hoseoks grip got tighter.

"Hoseok s-stop, you're d-drunk.."

He tried to pull his arm away again. Only this time Hoseok pulled him closer, their bodies pressing together. Jimin let out a small whimper as Hoseok placed his hand against his side, squeezing it lightly. Drunken mumbles falling from his lips, as he eyed Jimin up and down. Jimin tried to push him away, feeling vulnerable at the way he looked at him.

"Hoseok-"

Before he could finish his statement Hoseok smashed his lips against. Grabbing Jimin's wrist again, holding them tightly so he couldn't move. Jimin let out a squeak of surprise, this action letting Hoseok force his tongue into his mouth. Tears started falling down Jimin's cheeks as he tasted the alcohol in Hoseok's mouth. He whimpered, trying to escape Hoseok's lips.

Jimin finally found the strength to bite down on Hoseok's tongue. Making the older jump back in pain, Jimin finding the perfect moment to push him. Jimin breathes heavily, hot tears still streaming down his face. He wiped his lips as he looked at the intoxicated Hoseok. Hoseok looked up at him, anger now blazing in his eyes.

"Isn't this what you fucking wanted?!"

He suddenly rose his voice at Jimin. His thoughts distorted and fuzzy. The only reason he went out to go drink was to forget about these feelings. So maybe he could just be normal. Yet here he is again, but this time drunk and doing something he will regret later.

"Don't you want me?! Don't you want this?!"

He moved his hand, pointing to the both of them. Jimin shook his head, wiping his tears.

"N-not like this.."

Jimin sprinted out of the kitchen, pushing past Hoseok, escaping from the problem once more. Hoseok watched him as he left. Didn't even try to stop him.

"Who even fucking cares anyway.."

Hoseok growled as he walked over to the couch, collapsing on it.

{A/N: I'm sorry for not updating in like four weeks or something, I've had like zero motivation to write ;;; I hope you enjoyed this sucky chapter}

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