Best of Me: A BTS FF

Chapter Six

Jungkook's POV:

As we all ultimately started making our way into the studio, Namjoon asked to speak to me.

"Kookie, what happened when it was only you and Jimin-ah in the living room earlier?" he asked me.

"He took a swing at me, Hyung."

"Is that all?"

"No," I replied. "I made it clear to him if he doesn't knock his shit off with Taeyeon... with all of us, I'm going to beat this new attitude out of him. I'm done with him, Joonie-hyung. We've tried everything to get him to see reason and nothing's worked. I'm not going to let him keep terrorizing all of us, especially not Taeyeon."

Namjoon sighed.

"I understand," he said, dropping his head in defeat. "You're right. He's out of control and he's endangering everyone at this point. This needs to stop."

"I'm glad you understand. I refuse to let any of us be his punching bag anymore. If he doesn't stop, he's going to learn what it feels like to be a punching bag," I told Joonie. "Besides, anywhere in the next eight weeks Taeyeon is going to be put on total bed rest, we're going to be touring, and with this already being a high-risk pregnancy, Jimin-ssi being an ass is going to be more dangerous."

Namjoon sighed again.

"I know you're right," he replied. "Yoongi's already looking into caretakers who can be with her in shifts, at all times. He wants to meet them, see how she gets along with them while he works by having her tutored at his place... well their place, before we leave."

"It's not a bad thing," I pointed out. "It gives them both time to know these caretakers before he leaves her completely in their care."

Joonie nodded and led me into the studio. He kept Jimin and I separated for the day. I was grateful and I'm sure Jimin was as well. He may have acted angrily when I put him in his place, but he knew I was stronger than him physically. On some level, he had to realize that the ease I'd put him down wasn't a coincidence and that my threat wasn't idle, meaning I would actually hurt him if he didn't stop.

Taeyeon's POV:

I snuck into Yoongi's bedroom as he slept. He slept like a rock most of the time, and after the excitement of the wedding the night before, I knew he would be sleeping like a rock. I curled up on him, my mind racing. There was something I needed to be honest with him about, something I should have already told him... before we got married. No matter how I tried to figure out how to tell him, I didn't, and now I hoped he didn't think any differently of me when he woke up and I told him.

It seemed like forever before he finally woke up. When he did, he startled that I was in his bed curled up on him. His face said it as much as his body language did. We had never discussed sharing a bed and we never had shared a bed before. As he finally got over the shock of me being there, he looked at me gently.

"Taeyeon, I know we're married, but I hope you know that I'm not going to pressure you into sleeping in here with me, or into doing anything else most married couples would probably be doing right now," he said to me.

"Yoongi," I started, scared of telling him. "I need to tell you something. Something I should have told you before we got married, and I'm sorry I was honest with you sooner."

His gentle face changed to one of concern.

"What is it?" he asked me.

"Not long after you brought me back to Seoul, I started sleeping with some guys," I said to him and the concern turned to shock.