Pretty Pretty Boyfriend [DISCONTINUED]

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Jimin walked to school with a few bruises on his neck. Taehyung following alongside him while explaining something the latter hardly even cared about.

"—And then he came down, and- Jimin? Are you listening?"

The elder shook his head, "Sorry, I was busy thinking about—"

"Yoongi? Yeah, I know." Taehyung looked down at the concrete beneath his shoes as he shoved a hand in his pocket, "Though, you really shouldn't be thinking about him. You should really be thinking about what happened to us."

Jimin froze, "Nothing happened." He mumbled softly as he tugged on the strap of his backpack. He fiddled with it lightly as he saw the emotionless expression on his partner's face.

"Those bruises say otherwise," Jimin tensed once more and pulled his shirt down lightly to expose the purple mark, he winced at the sight, "It's really nothing. Let's just hope people don't jump to conclusions."

Taehyung rolled his eyes, "Whatever," he turned his head and saw Jungkook sprinting towards them, "Angry bunny up ahead."

"Angry bunny? What does that-" he was cut short when Jungkook pounced, landing on Jimin, causing both to topple to the ground.

Taehyung smiled and chuckled lightly as he pulled Jungkook to his feet and allowed Jimin to help himself.

"Wow, so nice." Jimin deadpanned- it almost came off in a sardonic manner as the younger giggled lightly.

He flapped a hand, "Oh I know, you should say thank you, now."

Jimin sighed once again as he adjusted his backpack, "Fuck you."

"I'll fuck you later, text me the details." Taehyung responded as he turned to the youngest in the trio, "So, Kookie, D'ya need something?"

The frightening aura dispersed immediately, "Y-Yeah, um, I wanted to talk to Jimin."

The boy nodded and motioned for Jimin to pay attention.

Once Jungkook's eyes were laid on Jimin, he frowned, his hands clenching as if just the sight of him caused sucks memory to project anger, "Well? What did you do to Yoongi?"

"What-? I didn't do anything." Jimin bit back as he started striding along, "Stop assuming that. It's getting really goddamn annoying."

The ravenette hissed, "You're the only one to blame, you're just—you!"

The two continued bickering until Taehyung lightly hit them on the heads, "You two! Stop, you're causing a commotion," he hissed, "Jimin," he turned to the oldest, "You're the eldest here, act like it." He scolded while Jungkook grinned, which earned him Jimin sticking his tongue out.

"And you, Jungkook," the aforementioned boy stilled, "Stop accusing Jimin, he's innocent. I was with him the entire time and I can assure you that he didn't lay a single finger on Yoongi."

Jimin smiled in triumph while Jungkook rolled his eyes.

Taehyung smiled, "Good. Now, we should get going before class starts."

"I second that," Jimin sighed as he commenced to walk again.

Surprisingly, Jungkook followed in suit, "I agree," he mumbled while dragging his bag around.

The trio walked slowly, falling into a nice rhythm one after the other. Suddenly, Taehyung jogged a tad faster, only to walk alongside Jimin.

Jungkook growled at the closeness before ducking his head. To hide whatever jealousy he pertained.

Jimin swiftly turned on the balls of his feet, turning around and throwing his back, laughing at whatever witty remark Taehyung had to say.

Suddenly, Jungkook's brows flew, "Jimin," He whispered as he walked a quick faster, "Jimin!" He scolded to catch his attention.

Jimin wiped a tear as he turned his attention towards the youngest, "Yeah?" He asked as all signs of humor still resided.

"Who gave you all those hickeys?" He inquired with a risen brow and head cocked back.

He saw the pair suddenly stop laughing and falling into a state of pure seriousness, "What- no, no one did." Jimin replied awfully too defensive for Jungkook to digest.

His gaze whipped to Taehyung who flinched at the sudden eye contact, "He, gave you those hickeys, didn't he?"

Jimin's cheeks flared, "Of course not!" He gasped out at his voice cracked. His face was dusted a nice dark red, up to the tips of his ears.

Jungkook puckered his lips before rolling his eyes, "I highly doubt it." He snickered as the two elder men exchanged glances, "But, please do enlighten me with what 'actually happened'."

Jimin sighed softly, "Fine," he grumbled begrudgingly, "But don't laugh."

"No promises,"

Taehyung leaned closer while Jimin smiled.

"I guess I don't have a reason."

Taehyung chuckled lightly as he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss against Jimin's temple in a brotherly sense.

Before Taehyung could pull back, his hand accidentally pressed against a certain point on the couch, which sent Jimin flying off of the seat.

The boy groaned in agony as his chest hit against the wall, his face contorting in pain as Taehyung jumped off the couch, "Jimin!" He squealed, "Are you okay?"

"No," he groaned, "It really hurts," he mumbled as Taehyung began taking Jimin to the hospital—for safety precautions of course.

"Happy?" Jimin grumbled as he turned to see Jungkook clutching his abdomen while falling to the ground, cheek hitting the concrete as he let out high pitched squeals.

Taehyung chuckled alongside the youngest, embarrassing Jimin who lightly punched Taehyung's chest.

"It's not funny!"

Jungkook nodded his head rapidly, worrying Jimin that he might crack a bone and lose his head, "Yes it is!" he retorted as he drew in a quick breath of air, "God, I thought you two were dating. I would've been so mad because-" he caught himself and clamped his mouth shut.

"Because?" Taehyung's smile faintly played on his lips as he saw a pink shade slowly rise up to Jungkook's cheeks.

Jimin wiggled his brows, "Oh~" he sing-songed, "What is Kookie hiding from us?" he giggled as motioned Jungkook forward.

Reluctantly, the youngest obliged and walked to Jimin. Only then, did he receive a finger to the forehead, the rubbed the injured area and growled, "What was that for?" he mumbled softly as he fought the urge to strangle Jimin right there and then.

"You like Taehyungie, don't you?" Jimin whispered into his ear.

' I have to lie to him, don't I?'

"Yeah. You caught me."