Physical Reasons || P.JM ✔

27 | Wine Glass

The three of you went home after Taehyung and Jin basically consumed the entire food court. You didn't understand how they could fit that much food into their bodies and still be as lean and muscular as they were. 

Jin dropped Tae off first, since he was closer. They slapped each other's shoulders before Taehyung hesitantly hopped out of the car.

"Bye, Tae," you said, and he grinned at you.

"Uh.. I'll see you," he said nodding at Jin, and Jin nodded back. You rolled your eyes slightly at how awkward Taehyung was, even with Jin Hyung. Jin pulled away quickly, and Tae was left standing on his apartment steps. 

"What are you doing for the rest of the day?" Jin asked as he sped down the street in the direction of your apartment.

You shrugged, "I'm probably just going to do some schoolwork and then go to bed. The two of your are tiring."

Jin laughed, "I won't disagree," he said.

You arrived at your apartment soon enough, and Jin pecked you on the cheek before you got out of the car.

"Be safe," he said to you, and you nodded, shutting the car door behind you.

The apartment was dark and empty when you opened the door and went inside. Jungkook hadn't broken in and stolen your food tonight, unfortunately. 

You sighed, tossing your jacket onto the couch and turning the lights on. It got pretty lonely living by yourself, but at least you got sleep. You checked your phone. It was 7:24. You wanted to call Jungkook to ask how the meeting with his boss went, but he was probably already at his apartment with one of the secretaries. You cringed at the thought, shaking your head to get it out.

You chewed at your lip as you saw Jimin listed as one of your most recent calls. Your finger hovered over his name as you debated whether or not you should call him.

The answer was no. You most definitely should not. And you were stupid if you needed Jungkook with you just so you didn't call him. 

You chucked your phone onto the couch and retreated into the kitchen, where you couldn't see it.

♛♛♛

Jimin was sitting in Taehyung's living room, drinking a glass of wine, when Tae busted into the house.

"Glad to see you drinking something other than hard liquor," Tae commented as he threw his stuff down. 

"I'm classy like that," Jimin said. It took a lot to get him drunk; wine definitely wouldn't do the trick, and Jimin knew that. Tae was glad to see him not trying to get blackout wasted to help cope with his emotional trauma. 

"You didn't hear what happened, did you?" Taehyung asked, eyeing Jimin's phone, which was sitting on the kitchen table. It hadn't moved from that spot since last night, when he got off the phone with her. 

Jimin glanced at Tae over the rim of his wine glass, "Probably not."

"Micha's little boy toy finally got sick of her," Taehyung told him with a huge smile.

"Damn," was all Jimin said. Usually he would act excited, that bitch was finally getting what she deserved. But he hadn't bothered to put on his mask of anger and resentment today, so he couldn't pretend to care. He was numb, even to good things.

"Yeah, damn is right," Tae said, trying to get a reaction out of him, "He totally deserted her." 

Jimin didn't answer this time, just took another sip out of his wine glass. Tae huffed, throwing himself down on the couch next to his friend.

"Come on, man," Taehyung said, "You can't just sit here all day."

"Why not?" Jimin asked, drawing his eyebrows together.

"It's not healthy," Tae told him, gently prying the glass out of his friend's hands. Jimin didn't even bother to protest, which wasn't like him. Tae set the glass down on the coffee table next to the wine bottle, which was already half empty. "If you like her so much, why don't you just go to her?"

"Not everything's that easy," Jimin snapped, finally displaying an emotion other than placid sarcasm. 

"Not everything has to be a Shakespearean drama, either," Taehyung snapped back at him, and Jimin chuckled dryly.

"Funny," he said, "That's exactly what she told me. I'm being too dramatic."

Tae quieted, not knowing what to say. Jimin took the silence as an invitation to keep going.

"But you don't know what it's fucking like," he said, his eyes staring forward, "You don't know what it's like to be all fucked up and broken and emotionally unstable. You can go out with a girl like a normal guy. You're a real fucking man, not an empty shell of one."

"You're not an empty shell of a man," Taehyung said, his voice small compared to Jimin's growl.

"Save it, dude," Jimin said, holding up his hand. "I really don't need your pity right now."

Taehyung huffed, standing up and snatching the wine bottle off the table. 

"Jimin, one of these days you're going to realize you aren't the only person in the world. You might think you're doing both of you a favor, saving her from you and saving you from yourself, but you're just hurting everyone," Taehyung shoved the wine bottle back into it's place in the cooler in the kitchen.

Jimin sat on the couch numbly as Taehyung's words sank in.

He stood up abruptly, hurling the wine glass left on the table across the room. It hit the wall, smashing into pieces. Taehyung stormed back into the room, seeing the glass littered on the tile floor.

"Jimin, what the—"

"Fuck you," Jimin cut him off with a growl. 

He snatched a bottle of whiskey off the TV stand and left, grabbing his car keys off the table on the way out. 

Tae buried his face in his hands, knowing there was nothing he could do to keep Park Jimin from going on a total bender at this point.