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jimin turns the key, opening the door. he enters slowly, tiptoeing, doesn't want to wake his boyfriend up. he finds taehyung sleeping on the couch, all balled up. he probably slept waiting for him. and jimin hates him sleeping like that.

he walks over and sits on the floor, beside him. he stares, looks at how taehyung's expressions are scrunched up and alarmed. jimin bites his lip, he has not been a good boyfriend lately. he hasn't been giving taehyung proper time, cancelling their long awaited dates, coming back home late, it's all a mess. taehyung says he understands, understands that the dance is important but yet jimin can't feel the satisfaction in his voice.

he leans, presses a firm kiss on his forehead. god he misses being with him. jimin wants to spend time with him, but somehow his dance routines take a lot of time.

jimin sighs, stands up but then his knee hits something and a sound of glass falling echos across the drawing room. jimin is startled but when his eyes land on the glass material, his heart shrinks.

a fucking beer bottle.

jimin leans near to taehyung and smells him. jimin hates it. he hates himself more than he hates taehyung.

he decides he won't say anything to taehyung but will spend more time with him. because he knows it'll be all fine if they'll be together.

he promises himself to take care of taehyung.

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jimin is not able to. he breaks his promise. and this time he finds a cigarette at the corner of their balcony. jimin blames himself. he is ruining taehyung.

and the next day, he finds taehyung leaning on the railing with the death stick between his lips. he has to confront him now.

"why?" jimin's voice is weak and pleading.

taehyung doesn't even pretend to act shocked. like he knows this was coming. jimin would eventually find out. he simply shrugs, doesn't even give jimin a glance.

"it's not healthy. please don't taehyung." jimin steps forward, turns his boyfriend around. and fuck he's so beautiful. even with this fucked up look on his face, he looks gorgeous. jimin bites his lip, tries to conceal the tears and holds taehyung's shirt, lifts his body up and kisses him. he wants to know how it feels, wants to feel what taehyung is feeling. all he tastes is cigarette and alcohol.

taehyung backs. "stop." he steps aside. "how come you came early today?" his words spit fire but his face looks at peace. as if it does not even matter to him anymore.

"i wanted to be there for you. spend time together," jimin says, his voice so fucking weak. he wants to cry.

"oh you feel now? that we should spend time." the boy laughs bitter and it's hurts so much more.

"i've been trying to make time but―"

taehyung interrupts, "but nothing, love. you just love dance more than me." and now taehyung looks hurt.