We're Way Too Different

Episode 15

Present...

The sunlight twinkles into room shining ontop of Jimin's soft figure. He winces as the light hits his eyes and he snuggles closer to Yoongi's chest. The older, feeling the movement, scoops him even closer to himself. 

Yoongi opens his eyes and stares at Jimin next to him, all cozied up. He leans down stealing a kiss from him making the younger lick his lips and slowly open his eyes. 

''How long have you been awake?'' Jimin asks. 

''Long enough.'' He smiles. Jimin nods and turns to look at the time. Seeing it read 10:00, he attempts to get up. 

''Hey.'' He grabs Jimin's hand and yanks him back down to him. ''We just woke up, where are you going so fast?''

''I wanted to go back to my house and see Tae and Kook. I haven't seen them in a while.'' He explains. 

''Baby, come on.'' Yoongi whines. ''Let's just stay in bed a little longer.'' He pleads

''Aren't you going to work?'' He asks.

''I am, but in a couple of hours.'' He tucks a strand of hair behind Jimin's ear. Yoongi notices a look of uncertainty of the younger's face. Sighing, he decides to ask. ''What's wrong?'' 

''What are you talking about?'' Jimin asks, looking at his bare chest and not his eyes. 

''Since I got out of the hospital, you've been distant in a way.'' He points out. 

''That's not true.'' Jimin tries to defend. 

''Yes it is. You can't even look at me in the eyes as we talk right now.'' Yoongi tilts his head to see if he can get the younger to look at him. 

''I can, I'm just choosing not to.'' 

''Jimin look at me.'' 

He slowly fixes his head to face Yoongi. ''Yes?'' 

''What is the problem?'' 

''I-'' He stops himself. Yoongi waits patiently until he gets out the sentence. 

''I just feel like all this, is fake in a way...'' 

''What do you mean?'' 

''I mean, it's because of me you nearly ended up in a grave, and when you are saved from that, you just easily go back to being comfortable with me. It's almost as if you don't blame me for what happened to you, or you're faking this.'' He points at the two of them. 

''Okay... Jimin, you know I'm always honest with you.'' He starts and Jimin nods. ''What happened to me is your fault. I thought we had a good thing going at the time, and I was wrong.'' He explains, and the tears are apparent in Jimin's eyes. ''You caught feelings, cheated and all that... But!'' He pauses. ''I'm here. I'm fine, and I'm holding you in my arms right now. You came back, and I'm holding nothing against you.'' 

''But I feel like you are. It's almost weird for someone-'' The tears at this point are trailing down his face. 

Yoongi cuts him off with a kiss. After a few seconds, he pulls away. ''Stop... Stop...'' He wipes the tears away. ''I'm not faking anything. If I was, you would not be here, in my house, my bed, my arms, and you would not be having me wipe your tears away.'' He points out. 

He sits up with Jimin straddling him. His hands go from his thighs to his bare-back. He kisses up his shoulder to his neck, and up behind his ear. ''I remember telling you that, you are quickly becoming the love of my life. I still mean that.'' He whispers in his ear. ''Don't forget that.'' He pulls away and connects their foreheads together. Jimin nods, biting his lip. 

...

Jimin walks through the front door of his house. ''Taehyung-ah!'' He calls out. 

''I'm in here.'' He calls out from the kitchen. 

''I'm back.'' 

''I can see that. We thought you forgot that you partially live here as well.'' He mocks. 

''Oh hush. I'm here now aren't I?'' 

''I guess. Anywho, how is Yoongi?'' 

''He's fine. No problems at all. He seems to have re-adjusted to his old life quickly.'' He answers. 

''Good.'' He nods. ''Oh, there's mail on the table for you.'' Tae points to the dining room table. 

''Oh, thanks.'' He walks over and picks up the large envelope. ''I wonder what this is?'' He opens up the yellow item and pulls out what seems like a letter and some pictures. He reads the letter and his facial expressions change the further he goes into reading. 

''Hey Jiminie, It's been a while. You probably don't remember, but I remember you. I can still see your child like-silhouette running around when I used to come over. But enough with the familiarities. Your father and I are at war. And I can't seem to get my hands on him, so you'll take his place. I even sent some pictures to show you that I've been keeping an eye on you.''

He finishes reading the paper and drops it on the table. He ruffles through the pictures, seeing him and Yoongi going into the coffee shop. Him coming home, him with Hye Na, him coming out of the hospital weeks ago. 

''What the fuck?'' He whispers as he scans through the pictures. 

''What is it?'' Tae walks out of the kitchen to look at what has gotten him so shocked. 

''Someone has been taking pictures of me, and for some unknown reason, it has something to do with my father. A man I haven't seen since I was 17. He could be dead for all I know.'' He sits at the table and pulls out his phone. He texts Yoongi to come over after work which isn't going to be long. 

''Do you have an idea of who it could be?'' 

''No.'' 

''I mean it's probably a prank.'' Tae tries to lighten up the mood. 

''A prank? Seriously. Someone has been following me or has people following me. They have pictures of me walking into this house Taehyung. It's not a prank!'' He snaps, freaking out at the entire thought. 

''Okay, I'm sorry. When Yoongi and everyone else gets here, we'll figure this whole thing out. Okay, for now just calm down, and stay away from the windows I guess.'' He suggests before hugging his best friend for comfort.