pepsi&mentos / bseph

ten

ーlemoncake

rather than smooth words of ignorant reassurance or even inherently nice words coming out of jseph's mouth when he sits back up, he starts their (according to his phone) forty minutes past one conversation with:

"dude, what the fuck."

and, as expected, those words are gifted with the wonderful reply of an ugly, deep, whale-ish sob.

it takes all of taehyung's body not to give up and start scream-sobbing too—because there's only one reason the matthew kim cries, and it—she—goes by the name of somin, and jseph just wants her out of their lives, especially since she can cheat and lie and break his bro's heart then gallivant around them as if she were innocent.

don't get him wrong—there's nothing wrong with realizing you've fallen out of love, nothing wrong with swinging both ways, all that is fine, it's normal—but somin did everything that wasn't normal.

she played it like she was trapped, like matthew made her commit to a man rather than a woman, like he ignored her sexuality when in fact he just didn't make it a big deal, regarded it as something normal, unimportant to their relationship as it should be...

somin broke his heart and made him out to be the bad guy after she cheated and she lied and no matter what she said or did, taehyung would always hate her.

because someone as egotistical and selfish as her shouldn't be what matthew thinks about, longs for, cries for.

his bro deserves better.

sighing, jseph sits up straighter, scooting closer to his heartbroken bro until the giant is close enough to hold—and, once in a familiar embrace, like a kid almost, matthew's sad cries calm—though never really stopping.

"what happened, bro?" he questions after a moment, huffing as each second passing seemed to make matthew heavier—and his bro only seems to sadden at the question, stupid salty tears flowing more than before as he remembers why he was even crying.

damn him for asking such a dumbass, jinxed question—already knowing it had something to do with somin too.

it takes matthew a moment to collect himself, but then he spills his heart out and lays all his weight on taehyung and that maybe makes him fall over, but still—"I, I-I saw somin and she was walking on the sidewalk, right, but like, she was like, l-like on my sidewalk; to my place. and—and so I didn't say hi, just thought she was passing by, and you know you said she isn't important anymore, so I didn't say anything to her, trying to let her go and shit bro but, but then—then she ran up to me and, she like, like gave me a hug bro, and she said, she said—" he wails, "she said 'jseph saw me and jiwoo at the mall, didn't he tell you? so, straight to the point, give me your couple shirt so I can give it to jiwoo so we can match, please.' and, and I just..."

he cries, picking himself up now, face full of tears and eyes puffy and red—"we go out, we go out, we go out—and I see her again, like this. why didn't you tell me?"

fuck.

shit.

fuck.

what a bitch.

"I'm sorry matthew, I didn't think you'd wanna hear it." he says truthfully, sighing deeply—and when matthew seems to spiral even more after he speaks, he sighs again, guilt stricken.

maybe he should've told him. like, sure, he was biased toward matthew because that's his bro, ride or die, and he would do almost anything to protect him and make him happy, which would in turn make him happy too; but look where that got him.

look what that got him—it got him a sad, soft, crying mess that once was his best, best bro. so yeah he thought he was protecting him, but for the millionth time he's seeing matthew drown in his tears; because of somin—and him now.

he should've told him as soon as it happened, save the tears and fuel his giant bro to get over it even faster.

"I'm sorry man, real sorry," he starts, brows furrowed—"I just didn't want you stressing over it, you were starting to have fun again." he finishes quietly, offering a guilt riddled smile. matthew sobs and sniffles quietly, then shakes his head.

"oh...oh man, bro, it's alright, it's okay—I shouldn't be this sad anyways, I can always get like, like matching bro clothes with you...r-right? we can, can replace that ugly offbrand sweater with bro stuff, yeah? matching supreme hoodies, and bape shirts, yeah?" matthew rambles, finally looking up at taehyung; finally looking at him with the most honest, earnest stare.

jspeh freezes.

even though it's simple as 123, easy said and easy done to get over some mass produced couple sweatshirt and buy clothes that'll bring in the ladies—he freezes.

because beside all that honesty and patience, the sadness in matthew's eyes makes his chest hurt.

makes his whole body hurt with guilt and anger, worse than it ever has before.

but it makes his heart skip a beat too.

"yeah..." he replies, tone wandering.

"of course."

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