•Bermuda Triangle• Yoonminkook

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Yoongi's POV

Jimin walked around in circles as I was sitting on the couch with my head facing the floor.

"I just ruined the very last chance I had with you". He muttered and I lifted my head to look at him. "Don't ask me what I mean. Just... can you do me a favor?"

"Go ahead" I replied.

Jimin walked towards me and took of his jacket letting it fall on the floor. I kept looking at him even when he was only a few centimeters away from me.

"Don't push me away" he whispered and before I could answer he kissed me. His hands crept under my shirt tugging it out of my pants and touched my bare back. His cold fingertips made me shiver when they came in contact with my skin. I lifted my head a bit and turned it to the side and Jimin proceeded to kiss my neck. He slowly pushed me backwards laying me on the couch and he lied over me kissing me passionately. My legs from my knees were hanging out of the couch's arm, Jimin was practically sitting on me and I truly enjoyed the way he kissed me. But when he moved his hands towards my zipper I didn't follow his request.

"I'm sorry. Vicky is here!" I whispered and stopped him. Jimin lifted himself a bit and placed hands on the couch, each hand next to my face. He looked at my chest avoiding my eyes.

"Don't use stupid excuses!" He suddenly hissed.

"What?"

"Just..." he paused. "No fuck it" he mumbled regretting it and got off me. He sat on the couch beside me as I still lied there supporting myself with my elbows. "As if I didn't know that you never got over him!" He said quietly.

"What? Why did that come up now?" I asked and sat properly.

"The way you yelled that night" Jimin continued ignoring me. "you were hurting. I saw it in your eyes when I told you what Jungkook had told me and I could hear it on your voice when you shouted at Jungkook. You didn't want to do it."

"What kind of shit is this?" I asked confused.

"Don't you miss him?" Jimin asked and turned to look at me.

I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah if that's true then why didn't you let me-"

"Because Vicky is here!" I interrupted him.

"Liar!" Jimin returned.

I got ready disagree but suddenly a figure appeared on the corridor.

"I'm leaving you guys alone!" It was Vicky. Her voice was shaking.

"Hey Vix you don't have-!"

"I'm going to meet the girls bye!" She rushed to say and practically ran out of the apartment.

"Guess who's fucked?" Jimin asked cockily.

"It's okay as long as you don't mean it literally!" I replied and after a few seconds of silence we both giggled. "Get your shoes off and let me go get you a beer." I said afterwards.

"Hyuuung!" He said in a childish way.

"What?"

"I don't need a beer." He said pouting like kid. "I don't want to be an alcoholic!" He grinned.

"Have you narrowed it down?" I asked him hopefully in a serious tone.

"Not really, grab me one!" He said turning back to normal.

I shook my head a bit silently judging him and Jimin laughed. He followed me to the kitchen and then back to the living room silently. When we stepped inside I saw my phone lighting up. Jimin grabbed it before I could reach for it and looked at the screen with a bitter smile.

"You never pick it up to him right?" He asked.

"Give it-!" I said and attempted to grab it but Jimin moved his hand to the side. He stared at me intensely. "Was it Kookie?" I asked.

"He gets angry when I call him that". Jimin replied.

"I get angry when I call him that as well!" I muttered under my breath. Kookie was a nickname for the boy I loved and the way that word slipped out of my mouth irritated me to the fullest.

Jimin didn't make a comment on that. Instead he half smiled and confirmed that it was Jungkook who called.

"He probably left a message. Don't you want to hear it?"

"I know what he's going to say. I know every word, every thing. I can't!" I replied and opened my beer.

"Just this one please!" Jimin begged me and I glared at him. "I want to listen to what he's going to say this time. Because... it might also be about me."

I grabbed the phone and after I unlocked it I went to the voicemail but he hadn't left one.

I looked at him confused.

"Maybe he just wanted to talk?" Jimin suggested.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Don't be like that call him back!"

"What? Are you out of your mind?" I protested.

"I should be asking that! How long are you going to lie to yourself?"

"Huh? Jungkook and I broke up four months ago!" I said not really having a reason to say so.

"Jungkook and you broke up a week ago!" He corrected. "You don't believe me? Then what if I told you that all these months Jungkook hadn't done anything with anyone and deep inside he was just waiting for you to ask I him to make up?"

"I'd say that you're delusional!" I spit. "You're seeing things around you that don't exist! Life isn't a movie neither a book. There's no such thing as a secret devotion or whatever. Jungkook doesn't love me and I don't love him either-!"

"Oh shut up!" Jimin shouted. "Just shut up! You're a monogamist. I remember you saying that-"

"I never-!"

"Maybe you didn't but for some reason you always gave me that idea. Right now I'm fucking mad that I wasn't the one person you'd devote your life to, because right now you're fucking devoted to Jungkook. Don't interrupt me!" He warned me. "Yes you allowed me to kiss you and I don't know what the hell you did during this week but I don't think that you'll ever, move on and rebuild your life!"

"Nonsense!"

"Then call him and tell him to never call you again! Cut off all your ties with him. Block his calls, delete his number, stop thinking about him, because I'm sure you do and throw away everything he ever gave you!"

I stood there thinking about all these stuff and stared at my phone nervously ready to press on Jungkook's contact. Eventually I did it but when I tried to block the calls my hand shook so much that I had to grab it with both of them.
I bit my lip and turned the device off.

"I can't."

"No Yoongi..." Jimin muttered and placed his hands on my shoulders. "You don't want to!"