Trust Issues //Vkook\\

Chapter Three

Conflicts and Confessions

Shitty days. They tend to manifest themselves as such: one shitty event at the beginning of the day, followed by another, then another. Shitty events that pile on top of each other, layers of shit that ultimately form one enormous pile of shit. And that's putting it poetically.

Today has unfortunately been one of those days and things aren't looking up for Taehyung.

It started at breakfast when he accidentally broke their dingy little microwave.

"They shouldn't make aluminium bowls if you're not supposed to put metal in the microwave."

Jeongguk looked at him like he should've known that. Later on, Namjoon looks at him like he isn't surprised that Taehyung didn't know that.

Other notable events included: slipping in front of an entire lecture hall full of people, knocking a professor's coffee all over them when he opened a door too fast, and tackling Yoongi because he'd handed his phone to him only to remember that he had high definition photos of a certain new member of their friendship group with his own come all over his chest.

He's not having a good day and he's not the type to get angry quickly, but he can't help but slam the door to Jimin and Seokjin's place when he lets himself in.

"Whoa! Careful." Seokjin sips his instant coffee, eyes flitting from Taehyung in the doorway to the canvas painting that reads, 'Namaste in bed'. The frame jiggles against the wall, wavering to and fro as though it may fall. When it doesn't, Seokjin focuses back on Taehyung. "What's your problem, huh?"

"Where's Jimin?"

"Where he always is."

"Right."

A few stomping steps to Jimin's bedroom.

The door swings open before he can knock.

"You know he hates loud noises, Tae," Jimin jabs his phone in his direction, screen just turning dark as he does, "and you know he's not good with strangers. You know this! It's been months! So, you yelled at him and then left him in the middle of a public place? Really? I had to spend half an hour on the phone to him before I could figure out what he was trying to say. Then the next half hour guiding him back to the damn dorm block."

"I know, I know." Taehyung pushes past him and flops onto his bed. "I'm the worst possible person on this earth and Jeongguk is just the innocent kid who I hurt, again. I know that already, you don't need to tell me."

A hesitant silence. Taehyung closes his eyes, heels of his palms pressing into them. Light spots explode across the back of his eyelids like lightning strikes.

The bed dips. Something warm on his forehead, brushing his hair back. Jimin's soft voice telling him, "Hey. Tae, it's okay. Calm down." The warmth moves down to his cheek, brushes away a tear, a rivulet that streaks down Taehyung's skin. "What's wrong? I'm sorry for snapping at you. Tell me what happened, Tae."

So, he does. He tells him about the microwave and how he tripped. He tells him about his appointment with the careers counsellor, how she told him he needs to get his act together and figure out what he wants with his life. He tells him about the professor who emailed him after class and informed him that his grades have slipped dangerously low.