Not So Fine | Yoonmin

Chapter 21

Yoongi POV

Sighing softly to myself the next morning, I nuzzle my head further into Jiminie's chest. After finally giving into him yesterday, we laid on the couch in my studio at work for a little while longer before deciding to just head back to my place for the rest of the day. All we've really done is lay in bed aside from him having to keep me from going back for more alcohol on more than a few occasions now. It's hard as fuck and it hurts like hell, but if he's really giving me a chance now then I don't want to risk upsetting him too much and losing him already.

"How're you feeling, baby?" Jiminie asks softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head. I pout against him, feeling like crying already. It's still hard wrapping my head around the fact that he's actually here and that he actually still wants me. It hurts though, makes me hate myself more, knowing there's no guarantee that he'll be able to keep me for very long.

"Like shit." I manage to whimper out before I feel the tears begin to form. I try to curl myself further into him in hopes of finding more comfort just from merely the feeling of him being here with me, but it only makes my heart ache harder. The guilt that eats away at me constantly only grows.

"It's gonna be okay, Yoon. We're gonna be okay." Jimin murmurs, running his fingers through my hair. I try hard to hold the tears back, try to quit crying the way I've been for the last twenty four hours. It's hard though, still trying to wrap my head around it all.

"Do you really think it was Taemin?" I find myself wondering aloud, trying hard to quit thinking about how I'm feeling, trying to get my mind off of all of the pain and guilt I've been drowning in for weeks now. If nothing else, we have more productive things we could be focusing on than myself, and I'd greatly like to focus in that direction if I can help it.

"I don't know who else it could've been and it makes the most sense for it to have been. He was right by my side almost from the moment I stepped off the stage. It was like I'd had just enough time to get off stage and see your texts, see the posts on Twitter before he was popping up at my side and instantly painting you out to be the bad guy. And I told you yesterday about the fact that he'd threatened me when I broke up with him, said he'd make me regret it." Jimin replies with a heavy sigh, sounding more lost in thought than anything.

I hum against him quietly, trying to keep my head from still spinning from everything. I certainly hadn't thought Taemin was that horrible of a person that he'd do something like this, but I also can't think of anyone else who ever had it out for me in that company as badly as he did.

"I guess it might make sense. He's the only one I recall at BigHit that had it out for me the way he did. But I never thought that he would do something like this to us." I mumble tired, reluctantly pulling myself to sit upright. My head is absolutely aching, and trying to figure out how everything that fell apart happened isn't helping it by any means.

"Fuck, I should've listened to you when you said you weren't a huge fan of me hanging around him back then." Jimin mutters bitterly as he too drags himself to sit up. I just sigh as I lean into him, letting my head rest on his shoulder.

"But how would he have been able to get into our house? I mean we had the damn thing alarmed." I question quietly, the only piece of the puzzle that isn't currently fitting. However, as I feel Jimin freeze up beside of me, I find myself pulling away from him so that I can look at him better.

"Of course it would be Taemin. Hobi and Tae and Kookie never once had anything against you until the whole fiasco that night during my comeback. They had been around us plenty and in our house plenty. Taemin was only there once, or at least he should've been. There was one day where I'd left something important at home, and I couldn't ask you to get it bc you were busy in some meeting or something. He's the only one who knows how to disable the alarm and where we keep our spare key at." Jimin rushes out as he starts to make the connections.

It all only makes my aching head hurt worse though, not even knowing where we go from here or what we're supposed to do with this information, what we can do with this information.

"Yeah, but even if it is Taemin, Jiminie, what are we supposed to do? We have no proof." I ask weakly, beginning to wonder if we'll be stuck on the losing end of this battle until my very end. Jimin just hums thoughtfully at the question though, wrapping his arms around my waist gently and pulling me back into him.

"I think I have an idea of how to get our freedom back, baby. But what you should be focusing on is getting an appointment scheduled with the doctors so that we can get you started on chemo and hopefully back on the mend."