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Night Out - 4

*Taehyung's POV*

I look around the apartment while Jimin showers. Obviously I wont leave, i have nowhere else to go and i want to apologize again. I feel bad for not asking or even talking to him, before i started yelling. He became cold towards me instantly, it hurt when he pushed me away. I've never been rejected before, so it was even more embarrassing.

I sigh as i walk into his walk-in closet. i look at all the different colors and styles of clothes he has, which is a lot. I grab a black sweater from a hanger adn pull it on, it's too big for me. I continue looking and notice the section of suits he has. They're all in different colors and styles, they all look great. He has an amazing sense of fashion, not that he wouldn't. People dont call him beautiful for no reason.

I pull on a pair of his socks, then grab a pair of his shoes and giggle at how big they are on me. I feel like a duck as i walk in a small circle. I'm so distracted that i dont hear the shower stop or the bathroom door open. Or the thud of foot steps that come to the closet.

As i turn to go in another circle i see a naked Jimin. My eyes widen and my breathing stops completely, my eyes wont look away no matter how hard i try. My face burns adn Jimin quickly covers himself.

"I-I am so sorry!" I say as i cover my eyes.

"i thought you left." He says, i frown.

"No. I didn't. i wanted to apologize again. I . . . feel like shit and i'm really sorry." I say. I hear Jimin sigh.

"Fine, i except. Now, why are you wearing my shoes? And sweater?" He asks.

"I-I got bored, and a little cold. so i wanted some clothes." i say. I hear clothes moving adn a grunt.

"You can look now." He says. I slowly look to see him half dressed. "Why didn't you leave?" He asks. I frown.

"I wanted to apologize, and i dont really want to go to my fathers apartment." I say. He nods.

"You think you're better off here? With me? A psychotic gang leader who kills people for fun?" He asks as he walk closer to me. i dont move away, not because i dont want to, but because i cant. My feet refuse to move, even as i try. "You think i wont beat you? You think I'm that safe to be around?" He ask. i glare at him as my eyes burn, fighting back tears.

"Dont do that! Dont try to make yourself seem more dangerous than you actually are!" i snap at him. His eyes widen slightly. "Dont push me away because i want to stay with you! Or because my father would kill me if i went back! And fuck you for using that against me/ Fuck you for threatening me with that. But you can have what you want, I'll leave. Sorry for you taking me." I mutter as i shove past him and out of the closet. I grab the bag Yoongi had me get and walk out of the apartment.

Right as I'm out of the building i start walking towards Yoongi's apartment, anger and embarrassment covering my face adn filling my chest. Each step i take is full of more force than needed and my fists clench at my sides.

He was the one that took me. He was the one to shove me against the wall in the first place. How did i become the one who gets yelled at" Why is it always me who gets hurt? Maybe Yoongi was right, maybe i dont stand up for myself. Didn't i stand up to Jimin? I yelled back at him, right?

I sigh and walk into the apartment building, going to the floor i remember. Then i walk down the hall, looking at the room numbers as i go. I look for the one that's familiar and find it, but only because of the dent in the wall. I glare at it as i push open the door and slam it behind me.

I walk into the living room and get tackled to the ground, yelping in pain. The person's hands wrap around my throat as the other lifts a fist. My eyes widen as i see Yoongi, he has a black eye and a bruise on his cheek.