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chapter 3

Chapter Three:

"you'll never find a rainbow if you're looking down" – Charlie Chaplin

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A week after the incident at the school.

"I don't think we should keep any alcohol in the apartment," Jungkook whispered to Jin and Namjoon in the kitchen. Jimin was sitting in the living room, with his third beer of the afternoon in his hand. It was three o'clock, and he had been the last to wake up. His body ached, trembling from a hard night.

They had gone out the four of them, and Jin had been invited to a party by Hoseok, and Jungkook had to beg Jimin to go out with them. During their pre-drinks, Jimin had already downed four shots of tequila in a row an hour before they planned to leave for the party. Jungkook tried to tell him to slow down, but Jimin brushed him off. He had spent the night following Jimin wherever he went, patting his back at the end of the night as Jimin was puking a night of regret.

"He's just going through a rough time," Jin whispered back.

Namjoon rolled his eyes. "No, he's just acting stupid."

Jin gave him a look. "They were together for six months and in love. Jungkook, Jimin doesn't understand how he feels right now. He needs us."

"I'm not saying that," Jungkook muttered. "What Tae did was terrible. I feel sorry for the guy but what Jimin is doing isn't right. He can't keep drinking and skipping school."

"We know that." Jin hissed. "Look, I told you to leave him alone last night, but you were the one forcing him to go to the party with us."

"Shut up, Jin," Jungkook said crossly. "I followed him around, and I took care of him."

"It's not his fault," The three of them jumped, Jimin was standing at the doorway. He drank the last of his can and threw it in the trash. "Besides, I'm the one who thought he could handle straight tequila."

Jimin grinned at them bitterly, ignoring the uneasy looks from them. He grabbed another beer can from the fridge. "Cheers." He muttered and walked to his room. He plopped down on his bed and chugged a quarter of the beer, sloppily spilling down his chin and on his shirt.

He groaned. He hated how sticky beer felt. He got up and pulled a random shirt from the drawer, and changed into it. He stopped short when he realized that the shirt was longer than usual. He sat down on his bed, rubbing the shirt's hem where it had a small hole. It was Taehyung's shirt.

He ripped it off and threw it across the room.

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The past; with Taehyung and Jimin

Taehyung fiddled with his keys as they were walking up the driveway, Jimin following closely behind him. Taehyung was smiling and laughing about what happened at last week's party, a funny story about some guy streaking up and down the road, yelling about his genitals. Jimin couldn't understand why someone would do that, but he did laugh, something he realized hadn't occurred in a while.

There were no vehicles in the driveway, which Jimin felt relieved. He didn't want Taehyung to get in trouble by bringing him over whilst they were skipping school. Once Taehyung got the door open, he opened the door for Jimin and held out his arm to let him walk in first. Jimin couldn't hide his awe expression when he saw the inside of Taehyung's place; it was big and looked expensive, it had fancy furniture, and it was so clean. It had a nice warm contemporary feel, and Jimin felt out of place. He followed Taehyung to the kitchen, where he grabbed drinks, pointed out where the washroom was if Jimin needed it, and they climbed the stairs to Taehyung's room.