Online | M.Y.G. x P.J.M

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Jimin awakes to a knock at his door.

"It's open," he groggily replies, pulling the blanket closer to himself.

"Morning, Jiminie, I made you some breakfast. I don't know if you saw my note, but I was at Joonie's last night and-"

Seokjin stops short when he sees a figure shift behind Jimin.

"Is that Yoongi?"

"No, it's someone I met at the club a while back. His name is Taehyung." Jimin replies quietly, looking away from the door. The marks on his neck begin to burn guilt into his skin as Seokjin's eyes rake over the ones visible above his collarbone.

"...oh. Okay. Well, there's food in the kitchen. Come out when you're... decent."

Seokjin shyly slinks out of the younger's room, leaving Jimin alone. He reaches for his phone quickly as he tries to suppress tears from falling.

Jimin - 11:23am
My head hurts so bad
I feel super dizzy
I wish you were here

Yoongi reads the last text carefully, not fully believing Jimin said what he did.

Yoongi 🥴 - 11:23 am
i wish i could help you

Jimin - 11:24am
Skype?

Yoongi 🥴 - 11:24am
of course

Jimin reaches far for his computer and carefully pulls it to the edge of the desk. His head whirls as he sits up just enough to answer the video chat request from Yoongi, straightening his hair and ignoring the pair of arms around his waist.

"You sure look wasted," Yoongi comments as cheerfully as he can. Jimin lets a small chuckle pass from his lips, avoiding looking into Yoongi's eyes. Before he can stop himself, the older glances at Jimin's exposed neck and collarbone adorned with marks from Taehyung. Each mark fuels his jealousy and anger further, but he's careful to not let it show. It wasn't Jimin's fault. He was drunk and willing to believe whatever someone tells him.

"Who're you talking to?" Taehyung purrs sleepily, holding Jimin closer to him. He doesn't reply, scared as to what Taehyung would do.

"Min Yoongi, kid. What's it to you?" Yoongi snaps.

Taehyung opens one eye and smirks to himself, pressing his lips on the nape of Jimin's neck.

"Oh, were you telling him about the fun we had last night? How good I made you feel?" Taehyung presses a kiss to Jimin's neck, causing his skin to begin to heat up. "You didn't even bother to put clothes on after. Is this your way of asking for more?"

Yoongi's jaw clenches; he knows Jimin didn't do anything on purpose, but the way Taehyung speaks about it just drives the knife that much deeper. He slowly kisses around to the side of Jimin's neck, purposely groping his ass. The older keens at the feeling, almost melting back into his touch, but he knows it's wrong. Everything about it feels wrong.

"T-Taehyung, s-sto... I-I need to eat. I-I'm hungry." He quickly says, desperate for any excuse he can muster.

"Aww, but baby, I wanna have more fun." He coos, tracing the curve of Jimin's hips lightly.

"N-Not now." He forces out, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.

Taehyung fakes a pout as he lets Jimin go, getting up and heading to his dresser.