Trust Issues //Vkook\\

Chapter Seven

Worth fighting for

A knock at the door.

"It's open," Taehyung drones into the air, rolling over onto his back on Jimin's bed. He stretches, limbs popping and cracking. He had been drifting off, enjoying the peace of the empty room after Jimin had left him earlier. Claimed he was off on a quest to procure some hot chocolate for them.

The last twenty-four hours comes to mind. He feels his lips quirking upwards.

He's not over the mountain quite yet. There are still so many problems to solve. So many relationships to mend, so many decisions to make. It all seems a little bit easier with Jimin back by his side. Spending the last day with him, hashing things out, venting his frustrations. It has opened his eyes. He can see where he went wrong, where he didn't. Knows now who he owes apologies to and who he doesn't.

The door opens. Taehyung's arms drop back to the mattress.

"Hi Taehyungie," Hoseok greets, a small smile on his face. Taehyung sits up quickly, eyes wide. He had been expecting Seokjin, naturally, since Jimin wouldn't knock on his own door and Jeongguk is in the middle of his heat back home. As Hoseok steps inside, Taehyung spots a grinning Jimin over his shoulder. He's flashing him a thumbs up. No hot chocolate to be seen.

Taehyung manages to flash him a quick glare right before the door closes.

"Apparently, you and I need to talk," his hyung says as he deposits himself down next to Taehyung, lying beside him on the mattress, head propped up on one hand.

It's hard to be angry with Hoseok and even harder to get into a fight with him. Even now, Taehyung doesn't feel like there is any enmity between them. He's just so jovial and carefree, so ready to move on from the past the moment that it has happened.

Still, he's right. They need to talk.

"I'm sorry, Taehyung," he says, free hand reaching out to pet his forearm. "I was a jerk."

"No," he shakes his head, "I was. You were right. I've been careless all year. Last year too. I'm sorry."

Hoseok nods, still smiling. "It's okay. I forgive you for that. But that's not what I'm referring to." When Taehyung tilts his head, he pushes up, kneeling on the bed. "I care about the dance club, so much. I want it to succeed. I hoped that by the time I graduated it would be full of people. I thought that they would see how much we love dancing and would want to learn to love dancing as well. I thought that the showcase would be our best opportunity to do that. I've spent the whole year thinking about it, getting ready for it. It means so much to me that we do well there, but," and the smile disappears, remorse shining in its wake, "that doesn't excuse how I treated you."

"It's really fine, though," Taehyung interjects, waving his hand in the air. "I deserved it."

"Taehyung." His is voice low, admonishing. "Sometimes things aren't fine. Sometimes other people make mistakes and they need to apologise for it. Let them."

"O- okay," he stutters, eyes wide. His older friend's lips perk up at the corners.

"I'm sorry that I talked the way I did to you in front of everyone. I'm the leader of the dance club, but I'm your friend first. I wasn't acting like it and I'm sorry for that."