I Just Loved You (And I Still Do); Taegi/Taekook

❝it sucked❞

There would be days where Taehyung would blame Jimin for everything that had happened. Even though Jimin was the last one to blame. And Taehyung knew it. He knew it and still, he would try to focus this little anger deep inside him on one person. One person that seemed like it was their fault. And Taehyung would tell himself that he loved Jimin - his best friend after all - and that he didn't deserve being treated like this. He didn't deserve being ignored and hated because he wanted to bring all of them a bit closer. Jimin has never wanted anything else. Wanted his friends bright and more comfortable. Wanted them to get along. Jimin didn't deserve it.

But who else to blame? It was Jimin who initiated the thing that was never meant to be a thing in the first place.

"...and this one guy - Yoongi-hyung - from Namjoon's workplace wanted to come, too". Jimin looked excitedly at the couple, corners of his mouth raised and eyes bright. as he told them about the movie night Seokjin had suggested. He looked as if he swallowed up the whole, starry sky. "Seokjin-hyung would be very pleased if you came."

Taehyung wasn't utterly surprised. Since the elder male had graduated and had started working in this fancy restaurant until he would find something else they barely got to see each other. Seokjin and Namjoon - his boyfriend of almost... Taehyung thought it had been already 5 or 6 years - were pretty busy with everything. The younger had started helping out in a local, pretty small and unheard-of studio, but he had told Taehyung when they had called each other two weeks ago that he really enjoyed working there. And his staff members are great. So yes, Taehyung wasn't surprised that Seokjin started a try to meet each other and catch up on things that went short the last time.

As Jeongguk asked about the date Taehyung felt his hand on his thigh. Light and caressing. Only a layer of airy sweatpants separated the touch of skin on skin. Taehyung wanted to take his hand from the hot chocolate he held in his grip to intertwine it with Jeongguk's. To take hold of his long, veined fingers. Stroking the soft skin, not letting go until the touch would become too sweaty because it was already spring and the air was humid and relentless.

He didn't even remember actually experiencing the past few months. It felt like he just had raised out of his sleep by Jeongguk being excited about the first snow and now they started wearing knee-length trousers. Taehyung wondered where the time went. Because it wasn't supposed to happen so much and yet so little in that small amount of time.

"Oh, I remember Yoongi-hyung", Taehyung exclaimed, gaze travelling from his boyfriend to Jimin, who stirred his hot chocolate. Jungkook drank coffee. Black without milk or sugar, even though he was younger than Taehyung and more baby fat grazed his dominant facial features. But he's always one the one that was more mature. The one that talked to the employees in the supermarket and the one that did the first step in their relationship. The one that stayed still when Taehyung's excitement took over and the one that drank his coffee black.

"Namjoon-hyung was mentioning him the last time I met him at Kim's Diner", the boy explained smiling. That was last week. Taehyung was on his way from his lectures when he, fortunately, spotted the older male inside the diner, not far away from both their flats. "Namjoon-hyung", Jimin said, "and Yoongi-hyung are working together on a song. At least that's what Seokjin-hyung told me." And he also said: "Isn't it amazing?"

Taehyung was the first one to reply: "Really? I thought Namjoon-hyung was concentrating on his major? Are we allowed to listen to it? Does this Yoongi-hyung-guy sing?" Jimin's smile became wider: "Don't you dare to let Yoongi-hyung sing. Once we went to karaoke with Namjoon- and Seokjin-hyung and he was supposed to sing 'I was able to eat well' with Hoseok-hyung." Jimin scrunched the nose at the memory and Taehyung giggled. "So does he rap", Jeongguk asked, hand still on Taehyung's thigh. As if he wanted to tell anyone that dared a glance in their direction that Taehyung belonged to him. A bit possessing but still careful. And if Taehyung would shift uncomfortably Jeongguk would take his hand away. But Taehyung didn't mind. Not at all. His belly fluttered when he reached out for Jeongguk's hand half under the table. He could feel Jeongguk smirk.