He ran away, getting as far as possible from his problems.
A few minutes later, he had landed at his doorstep. He stopped, hand on his doorknob and the other holding his keys, looking next to him at the name plate next to his neighbour's door.
Kim Taehyung.
Rage suddenly filled him, letting go of his doorknob and stomping over to Taehyung's dorm.
After a few seconds, the boy opened the door.
Jimin's eyes widened.
He hadn't seen Taehyung face to face in almost a week. He had changed, everything had changed.
Jimin took the time to examine him, staying silent.
The younger's hair was messy, bangs pulled back by a headband that sat atop his forehead parting his red hair in the middle. His eyes were on full view behind his glasses that seemed lower on his nose than usual, right under a small cut on the side of the bridge of his nose. His left eyes was bruised, his under eyes a dark blue as the side and lid looked a lighter purple. His cheek was bruised as well, slightly red on his cheekbone and with a few cuts as well. His lips were busted open, the corner packed with dry blood. His right cheek seemed just as damaged, a big compress pressed over half his face.
The boy stood shirtless, revealing another set of bruises, mainly concentrated on the side of his chest, near his ribs, the others scattered on his lower stomach and some on his upper chest and a little on his shoulder.
Despite being all bruised up and scruff, Jimin had never found his best friend to be more attractive.
Now thinking back, he wondered why he had never even considered the fact Taehyung looked so handsome, even when they had had sex. As soon as the memory grazed his mind, he blushed, now seeing his best friend with a new eye.
Apparently Taehyung got bored of being stared at silently, as he sighed and took a step back, closing the door.
Jimin snapped out of his daze, reacting quickly and stopping the door, anger filling him again after his short moment of absence.
"Hey hold it. We need to talk." Jimin said, glaring.
Taehyung raised his eyebrows.
"Oh? You didn't seem to want to talk last time i saw you." He said, Jimin not failing to notice the deep and smooth tone of his voice.
"Yeah, well you hadn't told Hoseok about my feelings at that time." Jimin snapped.
Taehyung chuckled, looking up at the ceiling as he sighed.
"If this is what we're fighting about then please know i didn't tell him anything." He said, eyes unusually dark and completely devoid of any emotion.
"Oh yeah?" Jimin scoffed, taking a step closer. "Then how the hell does he know huh?" Jimin yelled.
"I only told him you wanted more than just sex." Taehyung glared.
Jimin grabbed his head in his hands.
"Then why? why the hell did you tell him that?"
"Because it's the truth, you wanted a relationship, not some platonic fuck." Taehyung argued, the tone of his voice rising slightly.
"He didn't have to know that."
"But it hurt you!"
"Shut up!" Jimin roared, looking up at Taehyung from under the boy's chin. "You don't want to admit it because you're jealous of him."
"And why would i be? He's an asshole that didn't take your feeling in-"
"Because you're in love with me!"
Silence.
Jimin, eyes wide, looked at Taehyung who had stopped talking, looking at him with a very slight shock in his eyes, but a stoic expression.
"it's true, it's true isn't it?" Jimin scoffed. "You only told Hoseok because you selfishly decided i would better off with you, that i didn't deserve to go out with who i want?" Jimin yelled, his hands flying everywhere as he spoke the harsh words.
Taehyung had suddenly shrunken down, only looking at his best friend angrier than he had ever been, his eyes going unfocused
"I'm not in love with you, Taehyung. You are my best friend, nothing more. At least you were."
Then Jimin turned around, leaving.
À/N:
I went to gay pride and it was lit!
