Love Me || Taekook

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After what seemed like forever, the yelling and screaming finally stopped and Taehyung made his way out of the room he'd been in, ignoring everything else and just rushing up to Jungkook's room. Jimin's worry for his friend only increased when he realized that he had been crying, Taehyung's eyes being red and puffy to prove this. He hurried from his own seat and went to the room upstairs, hoping to avoid the awkward silence that had settled over the living room. "Tae? What happened? I came over once I read the messages, but you and your dad..." he didn't feel the need to finish his sentence, seeing how the omega tensed at the mention of the long argument he'd just been a part of.

"He refuses to let Jungkook mark me. That's why he passed out like that..." Taehyung was sitting on the edge of the bed, shaking ever so slightly. "It's absurd. I get that I'm young, but marking me doesn't mean I'll get pregnant. He's being unfair. It's only natural for mates to go through the claiming process when they discover each other. Jungkook-" he cut himself off to prevent from crying again. "He can't keep holding it in. It's not healthy..."

"He's just scared Taehyung." Jimin jumped when the other voice interjected, unaware that there were others in the room. He recognized them though. Yugyeom and BamBam. He'd originally thought they were mates since they were so close, but they were simply best friends. Sometimes he was still skeptical. Now was one of those times seeing as BamBam was sitting in Yugyeom's lap with a look of contentment. "Try to put yourself in his shoes. You're his only child and you're only 16. He's probably terrified of the thought that you're growing up. He doesn't want Jungkook to mark you because that'll mean he has to acknowledge it."

Jimin nodded and sat next to Taehyung, placing a hand on his friend's back to comfort him. "Yugyeom's right Tae. He's just scared. I would be too if it were my kid."

"I know...I just- he can't keep it from happening so he might as well just let it go. It's hurting Jungkook more than anything else. Why can't he see that's it's causing more harm than good?" Taehyung leaned into his friend, sniffling a bit. "I tried to talk to him, but he won't listen. What if Jungkook gets even worse?"

"I'm sure your dad understands that he'll have to let go eventually. I know he'll come to his senses. You just need to give him time." BamBam stood up, rolling his eyes when Yugyeom grumbled a quiet protest, and ruffled Taehyung's hair. "Why don't you just stay in here for now and watch over Jungkook. Come get us if anything changes." He motioned for the other two to follow him out, giving the mates some privacy.

Taehyung sighed when the door closed. He lay down on the bed and cuddled up to Jungkook's sleeping form, the rising and falling of his chest providing great comfort to the omega. "I'm sorry my dad's a little too protective. Wake up soon please...."

On his way downstairs, Jimin nearly screamed. While he'd been upstairs, Hoseok had come over to help out as much as he could. The head alpha had also shown up and was talking with Taehyung's father. "Well shit...." He tried his best to hide behind Yugyeom's broad shoulders until he was close enough to the exit to escape unnoticed, but his plan didn't work as well as he'd hoped. As soon as he'd stepped outside, he was grabbed by the wrist and pulled away.

"Hey! Let go!" He tried to pull his hand away, but Hoseok's grip was too strong. "Where the hell are you taking me? Let go!" He kept fighting to get away until he was dragged inside the home of the leader and therefore Hoseok as well. The front door was slammed loudly behind him just as he was about to speak more words of protest, the bang the door made shutting him up quickly. He was pulled up to the second floor and into the moon alpha's room before his wrist was finally let go. He kept his gaze to the floor, refusing to make eye contact with the most likely fuming wolf.

"Look at me." Hoseok's voice was quiet. It seemed desperate almost, but Jimin didn't move. He stayed at still as he could. "Park Jimin, look at me." Yup, there it was. The anger.

Jimin's head shot up at the commanding tone that was used against him. He hated it. "What? I told you I don't want to talk to you."

"You need to listen to me first. Okay? It is not fair for you to blame me for something I couldn't control. It's not that I forgot your birthday, but that I simply couldn't be there. You know that my mate was in heat. You saw it happen."

Jimin flinched as if the words had taken on a physical form and slapped him across the face. "Don't...don't talk about that..." He looked away, but shifted his gaze back to Hoseok in fear that he might get mad. "What about all the other times? I know that you called Tae on his birthdays. What about me? You just forgot every year."

"I didn't forget Jimin. I wanted to come back and wish you a happy birthday in person every goddamn time, but I didn't. I wanted to call and just talk to you for hours, but I didn't. I never contacted you because I was scared. Hell, I was nervous even talking to Taehyung because I thought he'd tell me that you got a girlfriend and spend all your time with her. I was scared that you'd tell me about all the people you were seeing or that you'd found your mate. Fuck Jimin I liked you too." Hoseok let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I still did something for you every year though..." he pointed to the gift on his bed. "I wrote those letters for you. One for every year I was gone."

Jimin's chest was heaving up and down laboredly from forcing down his need to cry. His eyes were glued onto Hoseok and a few tears managed to slip out despite his will to hold it all in. "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't-" he stopped himself from asking any further questions. "Never mind. It doesn't matter anymore anyway. You've got a mate now. I can't to anything about that." He glanced at the box, but decided to ignore it, heading for the door and wiping away his tears. Hoseok managed to grab his arm just before he left.

"Jimin...I just...can we still be friends? I don't want to lose that too."

Jimin managed to smile and nod, turning back for a second. "Of course. I've just gotta go right now." He looked at the box of letters again. "Keep those. They're no use now anyway." He pulled his arm away and swiftly carried himself out of the house, barely keeping back the anger and hurt that he felt was about to burst out.