Nothing Left For You (Vminkook)

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Taehyung

I don't look him in the eye as I close the door behind me, in fear of seeing the hurt that has kept me here this long.

It wasn't that I enjoyed hurting him, I didn't want to hurt him, that's why I try to keep myself busy.

If I'm too busy working then I'm too busy to hurt him, right?

It's not like I never had love for Jimin, I really did, but everyone gets to this point in a relationship, it's just a bump in the road, we'll get over this. Right?

I sigh putting my suitcase in the trunk of the car before climbing in just as my phone rings.

I smile seeing the private number pop up before answering.

   "Hello."

    "Hey love."

The pet name brings a small smile to my face as I close the partition between the driver and I. "How are you, Jungkook?"

    "I'm fine, are you okay, love?" He responds speaking smoothly like he always does.

    "I'm alright."

    "I saw you on TV earlier."

I fall silent for a moment. "Oh?"

    "Mhm, you guys looked good together." He says, but I hear the coolness in his tone.

I chuckle a little. "Jealous?"

    "Course not, it's not like he's fucking you, I am."

I choke a little as my face heats up immensely. "Oh my gosh."

    "What?" I hear him chuckle. "It's true, no?"

    "I guess."

    "No?"

    "It is."

    "It is, what?" He pushes, I can practically hear the smirk on his face.

    "It is." I say not giving in.

He coos on the other line. "Should I punish you when you get here baby?"

    "No."

    "Then say it baby boy." He says leaving me no choice.

    "It's true, daddy."

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Jimin

   

    "Jimin?"

    "Hey, Yoongi."

    "Hey," he responds opening the door wider to let me in.

It was later the next day after driving for hours I came straight here instead of going home, Taehyung probably isn't there anyway.

    "I'm sorry I didn't call." I apologise stepping inside the apartment.

    "Don't worry about it, I wasn't doing anything." Yoongi laughs closing the door.

    "Hobi's not here?" I ask turning to him.

    "Uh, no." He says. "Is everything ok, Jimin?"

    "Yeah. Why?" I ask following him to the couch where he offers me a seat.

    "I watched the engagement thing." He says leaning back and propping his feet up on the coffee table.

    "How was it?" I ask making myself comfortable as well.