How to Top

33 :: moving on & remembering it all

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"What the fuck happened Taehyung?" Jin burst past the door where Jimin stood, bolting right to his friend who was on his couch, crying silently to himself beneath the blanket Jimin wrapped him in.

"Thanks for taking him in," Hoseok glanced over at Jimin, the two staring at one another for a moment until the older cleared his throat. "I heard Jeongguk kicked him out."

"It's nothing," Jimin shut the door, looking at anywhere but Hoseok, "Go support your friend. He needs the both of you." He said before walking off to his room, ice pack on his face.

Taehyung sniffled, feeling Seokjin's arms wrap around him and bring him close. He rested his head on the older's shoulder, teeth digging down on his bottom lip to keep it from trembling, but the second Jin started to stroke his hair, he broke apart.

Fuck, it still hurt, even though it had been a week since their breakup, Taehyung felt like something was ripped out of his chest and left him to bleed out. He'd never been this consumed by pain, and yet, all of it was his fault.

"Fuck that Jeongguk guy," Jin murmured, brushing Taehyung's hair out of his eyes while the younger cried in his embrace. Hoseok, on the otherhand, sat on the other side of him.

"Nobody can break your fucking heart. God, I thought I could trust him but he's just like the rest of his asshole friends," Jin snapped, rubbing his hand up and down Taehyung's shuddering back.

"I knew we shouldn't have let you get involved with their bunch," Seokjin whispered lowly, "Look what happened with Hoseok. That Min Yoongi was a fucking asshat. I don't care what Hobi tells you."

"Hyung, don't," Hoseok sighed, "We're past that. Right now we're focusing on Taehyung." He reached over, hand resting on his shoulder.

"We can go beat him up right now. I got time," He suggested, though there was no humor present in his voice. "That little shit hurt you, Tae."

"I-It wasn't his fault," Taehyung managed out in between sobs that left his throat raw. He curled into a ball by Jin's side.

"D-Don't hurt him."

"But he hurt you," Seokjin scoffed, hugging him tighter. "What do you want us to do? Cut his dick off? Snap his arms?"

"I-I mean it," Taehyung sniffled, wiping at his nose witth the sleeve of his hoodie. Well, it was actually Jeongguk's hoodie, and he put it on without thinking much, for he missed him terribly to point that even his smell was a little bit of comfort. 

He shouldn't have let it become this way. He knew wearing his hoodie after breaking up with him was probably really pathetic, but he missed him. God, he missed him, the longer he spent away from him ripped him to shreds.

Taehyung would have traded anything to be in his arms again, to hug him close, and bury his face in the real thing. He wanted it to be Jeongguk that was holding him, telling him everything would be okay because they had eachother, and kissing away his tears.

Never did he imagine he would be crying over him and losing him all at the same time.

But this was what he deserved for fucking it all up. He didn't deserve Jeon Jeongguk after lying to him, failing to listen to him, and not making things work when they promised they would.