New Newer Rules

5 - You want to talk about me.

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"How many handles do we have left?"

Taehyung bounces a tennis ball at the opposite wall of where he's sitting on the kitchen floor. When it comes back, he tosses it again. Jimin moves around him, heating up some leftover takeout for their healthy dinner of champions. "None. You cleared them out and I haven't had any time to hit the liquor store."

Fuck. "Not even that shit Yoongi hyung gave us as a gag gift?"

"You drank that."

"Absinthe?"

"I won't let you drink that."

Taehyung thunks his head against the cabinet. "I hate being sober."

Jimin snorts. "Join the club, my dude."

"I feel restless. Like I need to punch someone in the face." Tossing the ball to himself really isn't doing anything to quell the unease currently eating away at his stomach. "Do you have any weed?"

"No." Jimin grabs their plates and a couple pairs of chopsticks before joining Taehyung on the floor.

"I told you I've been trying to quit that habit."

"Ugh. Who's a reliable drug dealer that takes payments in the form of blowjobs?"

"I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say no one." Taehyung shovels three mouthfuls of noodles into his mouth at once. "Do you think Jiae misses me?"

"Eat your food, Taehyung."

"I'm serious," Taehyung says, as they're working through their meals. "It's been what, eight days? I wasn't even the one to collect my shit. Maybe she broke it off with the twink and has been thinking about me-"

Jimin pokes his thigh with a chopstick. "Do you think Jiae was thinking of you when she was beneath that guy? Do you think she gave a damn if you missed her while getting railed by who knows how many people? Do you think she even bothered with the bed half of the time?"

Taehyung jerks back as if stung. "You don't have to be so cruel about it, Chim."

"I'm sorry, Tae," Jimin says through a sigh. "I just don't want you running back to someone who hurt you. Even if you did love her-

"Woah, woah. Who the fuck said anything about love?"

Blinking slowly, Jimin stares at Taehyung for a long minute. "You were with her for three years, man. I just kinda assumed love had developed."

"Love had most certainly not developed." Taehyung's chopsticks scrape the bottom of his bowl as he finishes. "I'd kinda been wanting to end things for a while, if I'm being honest."

"Then... then why are you so pissed at Jeongguk?"

"Huh. I'm not sure," Taehyung admits. "The principle of the thing?"

Silence falls between them, neither eating at their food anymore. Taehyung wonders if he can convince one of their hyungs to bring them a few handles, maybe a large bottle of Jameson, under the guise of a movie night. It is a Friday, after all. People who aren't mourning a relationship or thinking about unfairly cute guys who don't realize they're with a liar are out having fun.

With a sigh, Taehyung puts his bowl on the ground next to him and goes back to tossing the ball across the room. He hates himself for it, but he hasn't been able to stop thinking about Jeongguk over the last few days. Not that there was anything particularly special about him, but Taehyung couldn't stop thinking about his pretty pink lips and big eyes.