control ◎ taegi

the possessiveness

"Where are you going?"

"I'm, uh, going to Jimin's house to study."

Yoongi gave Taehyung a skeptical look. He knew damn well what Jimin wanted to do with Taehyung.

"You're not going."

"I can go wherever I fucking want. You don't own me."

Taehyung tried to assert his position dominantly, but his voice trembled unwillingly. He swore again under his breath, but Yoongi didn't say anything. Taehyung picked at his orange.

"You're acting like a child." He finally said, disappointed.

"I don't care." Taehyung muttered, shoving orange pieces in his mouth. "I don't care at all."

"Hmmmm.." Yoongi's deep voice reverberated. He smoothed his suit down. "I don't want you going to Jimin's house. He's not a good influence."

"Not a good influence? He's my best friend, he's the best influence for me."

"I don't think he sees you as just a friend, Taehyung."

"Don't be a prick." Taehyung hissed at the older like he had just murdered him. "Jimin's my fucking friend."

Yoongi was about to say something, but opted for a sigh. He looked ruffled, like he was scolding a toddler. The both of them stood in awkward silence, until someone walked slowly into the room.

"Am I interrupting something?"