misunderstood || bts x red velvet

➣ Eight

"This is awkward." Whispered Namjoon a little too loudly, earning piercing glares from almost everyone in the circle.

Apart from the extremely confused girls.

"What, why? I thought they were friends?" Asked Seulgi, completely oblivious to the tension.

"Yeah, we are, but-"

"It's fine. We should just do it. Shouldn't we Jimin?" Smirked Taehyung. Jimin's heart began to race just as he began seeing red. Anger boiled in his veins as he eyed the cocky boy in front of him. Taehyung knew this could break him in front of Seulgi. He knew that Jimin has never been strong enough against his lips, his love, his want. He's always broken against them.

But he was gonna prove him wrong.

"Fine." Jimin said while glaring as subtly as he could at the silver haired boy. "Come here Tae." 

"What? No, you come he-"

"Kim Taehyung, stop being a bitch." The blond smirked at the lost expression on the opposite's face.

"No, I'm-" He started. "Whatever." Taehyung crawled over the bottle and kneeled right in front of the blond who, only when he could feel his ex's breath on his face, realised what he got himself into.

"Taehyung do you actually want to-" He was interrupted by a rough crash hitting his ruined lips from the nostalgic ones of Taehyung. 

Instantly, his mind took a trip down memory lane: all the pain, love, laughter and sadness that he's been through with this boy alongside him, the one boy who he'd always loved and who'd loved him. His eyes shut, Jimin began to yearn for his ex again, fully aware that he's breaking in his hold. When they finally broke, the blond shifted forward slightly, not wanting the kiss to end, and to his surprise, the silver haired boy lifted his chin to meet his eyes. An emotionless expression was painted on the silver boy's face, one that the blond could not interpret. Only when Taehyung ran his soft thumb on his cheek did Jimin realise what had begun.

He was crying.

The circle was silent once again, but Jimin's heart was screaming. He watched Taehyung crawl back to Jungkook, who had placed a reassuring hand on the boy's thigh. Taehyung looked down into his lap, his sassy façade dissolved into the beer bottle that sealed that kiss.

He could see that Taehyung had felt it too, that he felt everything Jimin did. The boy's soft side was shining.

Just like Jimin's eyes.

"Jimi-" The blond shot a look towards the voice, which immediately cut off. He turned away from Seulgi and peered across the circle to the one face he remembered he would always instinctively go to, before shooting from his seat and out of the building, tears still flowing.

Jimin heard footsteps hitting the floor behind him but he didn't turn around. Instead, he kept running, until he was safely outside of the club, in a dark but peaceful alleyway. Just around the corner. He slumped down the wall, and tried to control his tears and his heartbeat. Closing his eyes, he put his head in his hands and slowed his breathing down.

"Jimin?" The sound of loud music sharpened again for a moment, before the doors to the club closed and the notes blurred together again with deep thumps. Another familiar voice rounded the corner to find him.

Maybe seeing them wasn't the best thing.

"Park." Called the voice again and this time he opened his eyes and turned to meet the voice. It was dark, the sun far below the horizon, probably around 1am. A silhouette with his hands in his pockets was taking slow, drunk tinted steps towards him before it slid down the wall beside him.

Thank goodness.

The one person he would always go to, the one who he went to the for the last two months of his and Taehyung's relationship for help and advice and a shoulder to cry on when he was afraid of the truth: that Taehyung was cheating on him.

"Yoongi hyung." Mumbled Jimin, fighting the urge he had to hug the older boy, his best friend out of his best friends. 

"It's been awhile huh? How's Seoul so far? I'm glad you're finally out of high school, I missed you." Yoongi laughed lowly, trying to mend the broken boy with his usual stony voice.

"I missed you too. You don't even know how much I needed my best friend with me when I still had to go to high school with... him." Jimin grumbled as he leaned his head on the older boy's shoulder. He really did miss Yoongi; his rock in a weightless world.

"I know it was hard and really. I'm proud of you, Park. I proud you got though it." Jimin could feel a slight muscle change from the boy's jaw that indicated he had his peaceful, soft smile on. "In a few moments, Seulgi is probably going to drunk-saunter out of that club, trying to be a good room mate. And she might fall on you or throw up on you." As if on cue, the glass doors of the club flung open and Seulgi stumbled out.

"Parrrrk- Jiiiiminnnn- where aaare- youuu?" She sung drunkenly as she turned her head loosely on its axis.

"She wasn't even this drunk when I left." Jimin's jaw dropped in shock when she finally found them, dark waves sliding everywhere.

"Yeah, well, right before I left, I heard Namjoon saying something about getting her super drunk in hopes that she wouldn't remember tonight." The blue haired boy laughed as he stood, pulling his best friend up with him.

"Good idea." The blond chuckled and smiled, but it didn't exactly reach his eyes. He wiped away the drying streaks of tears before going to support Seulgi. She grabbed her waist which jolted the boy.

"Jiminie pabo." She giggled like a 6 year old while wagging her finger at him, making the blond roll his eyes playfully before supporting her by her waist.

"I'll see you around hyung." He bit his lower lip as he gazed to the girl literally wrapped around him.

"See you Park."