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"... How are you feeling, yoongi?"
The steam from the dark coffee hit the tip of Yoongi's fingers as he traces his index finger on the rim of the mug. His hands wrapped in bandages, a bit of blood stains the material. Yoongi looked disheveled.
He sighs, and purses his lips. "... Why now Jungkook?" he asks.
Jungkook sits across from yoongi on the dinner table. His eyes peering into a cup of warm chamomile tea, the reflection looking right back at him. "I asked myself the same question," he simply replies.
"I thought you hate me," Yoongi sighs deeply, slouching his shoulders, "How long will it take till you really look me in the eyes again? Why talk to me now?"
"I...," Jungkook grips the handle of the mug tightly before loosening, "... I want an explanation."
"... Out of all people, why Jimin?" he adds. "You knew he was mine."
Yoongi takes a deep breath, biting his lip slightly. "... He was the one to go to me," he says, "I let myself go. I needed comfort-"
"Comfort?" Jungkook cuts him off, "You needed comfort? Since when was comfort ever sex, Yoongi?"
"I never felt that much affection from anyone like Jimin, okay?" Yoongi looks down at his cup as well, "... I got carried away."
Jungkook picks up his cup of tea, and tips the cup upwards to engulf in the warming liquid. "You're absolutely blind," he remarks, setting his cup down.
"Never felt that much affection?" Jungkook ticks his head to the side with a sigh, "... Who really is there for you Yoongi?"
"... Excuse me?" Yoongi says, looking up from his cup. His eyes meet Jungkook's.
"Who threw away their studying time to hang out with you? Who helped you for finals when he had his own share to study? Who worried for you more than himself?" Jungkook asks, burning right into Yoongi. "... All of that. All of that was Hoseok."
"Affection doesn't need to be love," Jungkook continues, "It doesn't have to be a sexual thing. What did Jimin once offer you ever that wasn't sex?"
"I-I-"
"After breaking up with him," Jungkook places his hands on the table, "I realized relationship was fueled off of sexual desires. Yes, we had our romantic moments, but it never ended just like that. First a sweet date next he wants you in bed with him no matter what."
"Maybe he was that with you," Yoongi stands up, grabbing his cup and placing it on the kitchen counter. "But you don't know our relationship."
"A relationship isn't just based off of affection," Jungkook stands up as well, "Trust, respect, dignity. Those all matter in one. Pride, happiness, self-care."
"Just shut up-"
"Dependence, independence, struggle-"
"Jungkook, stop it-"
"Why did you have an attack, Yoongi? If Jimin really cared, he would of checked up on you instead of asking Hoseok to. He said he was with his friends and he didn't want to bother to call you back. Is that really a relationship-"
Jungkook stumbles against the dinner table as a pair of hands push him harshly, the cup of tea spilling and the mug crashing onto the wooden floor. Those bandages hands grip the collar of his shirt, squeezing tightly to the point they bled more. Anger, sadness, guilt, it all filled Yoongi's eyes.
Jungkook puts his hand on his wrist. "... Don't talk about him like that," Yoongi yells, his cheeks flushing with a fire red. "Fucking get out!"
"Yoongi-ah," Jungkook says slowly, "... Don't let a man destroy you."
"Goddammit," Yoongi chokes up.
His hands began to tremble. "... We had a fight, and I thought he was going to leave me." Yoongi slowly confesses, "... I-I just picked up the bottle then... then i just.. I broke. Fuck it, there. I told you."
"You will be okay," Jungkook sternly says, "... You are okay."
Jungkook's arms made their way around Yoongi before pulling him in for a long needed hug. Patting his back softly, Jungkook sighs deeply as Yoongi accepts the hug.
