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"taehyung?!" jimin whispered loudly as he opened the door to a taehyung with blood on his teeth.
"jimin, I really need you right now and-"
"shush it! you're gonna get me intro trouble. why are you bleeding!?"
"are you grounded or something, what's happening?" taehyung looked behind jimin even though he tried to stop taehyung.
that didn't work because jimin was short.
"she's having some bible study right now. it's full of hypocrites. anyway, what's up. wait what the hell, you're not handcuffed! did you run away, you're going to get into so much more trouble oh my god taehyung-"
"can you shut your mouth holy fuck." taehyung closed jimin's mouth with his palm and led him upstairs to the room, after closing the door softly and tiptoeing up the stairs.
taehyung pushed jimin into the bedroom and locked it, walking to the bathroom to spit out the blood and clean up.
jimin let out a breath and panted heavily as taehyung started to explain, wiping his hands on his mustard smothered shirt as he walked out of the bathroom.
"okay so. the sheriff said that the guy living opposite our house got into trouble and he was already a witness to the murder jungkook and I witnessed as well. long story short, only jungkook and I had the high security handcuffs and they're going to cuff jungkook's neighbour up. so he said we were free of handcuffs for a few days till the second pair shows up but we're being tracked so yeah can I stay here for that time being?"
"what happened to being friends with jungkook?"
"fuck that. you knew it was never going to happen." taehyung laughed as he sat with a bounce on one side of jimin's bed.
"wow, gave up that easily? but yeah duh you can stay here till then."
"it's funny how hypocritical the people downstairs are though."
"right?"
"you're not telling her are you?"
"sexuality? nope." jimin popped the 'p' as he got up to get some nachos from his table.
"why aren't you trying though? to be friends?" jimin asked as he sat next to taehyung, the crunch filling up the momentary silence.
"I did. he went too far."
"huh?"
"he brought up...hobi."
"fuck. I'm sorry tae, are you okay?"
"yeah, I just didn't want to take it anymore so."
"clearly, you fought him."
"hm. I really want to stop though jimin. im tired."
"aren't you always. I'm telling you tae, just amp up your tolerance level towards this one douche. just try seeing the good in him, I know its hard."
"it isn't. he just makes it hard."
jimin sighed as he looked at taehyung.
"you have a few days with me. enjoy them?"
"freedommmm." taehyung dragged out as he was about to sleep on the bed.
"you're as dirty as a pig get the fuck into the bathroom and wash yourself."
taehyung huffed as he went in, stripping off of his clothes before letting out a loud groan which turned into a frustrated yell.
"what the fuck, tae? you okay?"
"my goddamn clothes are in the jerk's house." jimin heard him say over the sound of gushing water.
