For You

* Chapter Eight

 'What the fuck is going on here?' Jin shouted the moment he stepped foot into the apartment. Yoongi didn't say a word, just walked to his room with his head down. Jin glanced at him before turning his attention back to the three idiots who were at the kitchen table. He was surprised to see his apartment still intact and clean. The only mess he'd have to clean up was the stack of dishes piled near the sink.

Two Taes and Jungkook froze in place at the sound of Jin's voice. All three of them had bowls of something in front of them and Taemin's hands were painted blue while Jungkook's were red. He couldn't see Taehyung's as they were shoved in the bowl. He guessed all three of them were in pyjamas as Taehyung had his duck onesie on, the hood pulled over his head. Jungkook was just dressed in a plain white tee with sweat pants while Taemin had some weird dressing gown thing on.

'We're playing with goo! Taemin found a recipe and used to the money you left behind to get the ingredients!' Taehyung replied, his boxy smile lighting up his entire face. He pulled his arms out of the goo and wiggled his green tinted fingers. Jin frowned.

'What did you use for dinner then?' He asked and Taemin raised his hand, the gooey stuff dripping off his arm and onto the table. Jin sighed, knowing he'd have to clean the mess up later. More shit to clean up. He thought to himself.

'We used Taemin's money. How was the trip?' Jungkook butted in, wiping as much goo off his arms into the bucket as possible before cleaning the rest with a paper towel. Jin shrugged.

To be honesty, the road trip home was complete and utter hell. Neither of them said a word to each other on the way back to the hotel and no one said goodnight just climbed into separate beds. Yoongi had avoided looking at Jin and Jin had pretended to go to sleep, starring at the ceiling. He knew Yoongi wasn't asleep either by the sounds of his breathing. He wasn't sure who fell asleep first.

When it was time to head back home, Jin didn't even wake Yoongi up himself. Just set an alarm for 06:30am and when Yoongi didn't get up, pegged all the pillows as hard as he could. It was a good way to get his anger out of his system. Jin didn't expect to still be angry when he woke up that morning but he was and pegging pillows at the problem was therapy.

Yoongi had mumbled under his breath before heading to the bathroom, taking his bag with him. Once he'd reappeared fully dressed, he hopped in the car and sat there, pouting like a child with his arms crossed over his chest. Jin climbed in twenty minutes later after returning his keys and making sure they had everything. He'd rolled his eyes at Yoongi's childish behaviour.

The drive home itself was ugly. Yoongi wouldn't say a word and ignored his phone every time it beeped, just stared out the window with his headphones in. Jin kept the radio on low and had the strongest urge to crash the car, killing both of them. He kept gripping the wheel tightly and if Yoongi was paying attention, he'd tell Jin to slow down and stop driving so recklessly and to be careful.

'Um, it was okay,' Jin started before pointing to Taemin. 'I'll pay you then you need to get the fuck out of my house.' He snapped. Taemin raised an eyebrow but got up, washing his hands and stood near the door. Jin grabbed the money he had to pay Taemin and pushed him out the door. Once he was gone, he marched down to Yoongi's room and peaked in, frowning when he saw that Yoongi had fallen asleep with headphones in, cuddling up to a spare pillow on his bed. His arms were wrapped tightly around the pillow with it shoved between his knees. The music must've been loud as Jin could hear the slight hum from where he was standing. Shutting the door quietly, he headed back to the kitchen and leaned against the counter, arms folded over his chest.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow and started to clean up the goo, making sure it was all in a Ziploc bag and in the fridge. He knew why Jin was acting like this and he wasn't prepared for the war that was about to follow in the next five minutes. Jungkook could feel the anger radiating off him and he knew Tae was in for it. He wanted to protect his boyfriend from Jin's wrath but this time he couldn't. Instead, he opted for making himself busy and shooting worried glances at Taehyung.