WTF Did I Do

Tearing It All Down

The club is loud, almost obnoxious in his ears. The lights flash in all the colors of the spectrum, dancing and pulsing in time with the heavy bass pounding through every molecule in and around him. Sex and sweat are heavy in the air, coating his tongue with every stifling breath but he can't bring himself to hate it. No, what he hates is the lack of movement on his part. He's been sitting at their table for almost twenty minutes, throwing back shot after shot, building his courage to reveal just how badly he fucked up. And yet, the second he thinks it's going to come pouring out, he chickens out. Jimin and Hoseok gave up ten minutes in, impatience taking over at Jeongguk's reluctance, choosing to dance and have some fun before things get heavy. Unfortunately, that means he's under Yoongi's watchful eyes.

The blonde hasn't once look away, eyes narrowing with every shot the younger pours down his throat. To be fair, their first couple were curtsey of Jimin, the recently pink-haired summoner full of excitement and life, a perfect companion to Hoseok's sunny and joyful demeanour, unlike Jeongguk and Yoongi. He throws another longing look at the dance floor, wanting nothing more than to lose himself in the music and the heat of strangers, letting his body move freely until he forgets his troubles, if only for a little while. Almost as if Yoongi can sense his agitation he finally puts his hand down, sending a piercing look at Jeongguk to put his newest drink down. He looks to his left and they both watch their friends dance closely, hands wrapped around each other while they giggle and move in the sea of bodies. Even as their friend, Jeongguk must admit they're all an attractive bunch. Even the ever grumpy Yoongi, their strong and silent type. Soon their attention floats to their table and Yoongi signals them over. Jeongguk quickly steals another hearty gulp of his drink, enjoying the burning path is leaves behind. The other two join them, sweaty and flushed cheeks, eyes shining and bright. Ugh, it makes Jeongguk feel irritated for some odd reason. He has no reason to begrudge his friends their fun but he can't help but feel jealous at the carefree nature with which they can lose themselves. He sends another longing look at the mass of pulsing bodies while Hoseok and Jimin grab another round. The three of them are already a bit tipsy, with Yoongi being the DD but when everyone's settled at the table, the soft buzz in his veins disappears completely, replaced with sweaty palms.

"Well?" Jimin asks, leaning against Jeongguk's arm when Hoseok pushes him over for amusement. "What's happening? Why aren't we dancing right now?"

"Yoongi said you had something to tell us," Hoseok says, resting his head on his fiancé's shoulder. The table is filled with expectance silence that even with the pounding bass, makes Jeongguk feel as if there's a spot light on him. When he doesn't say anything, the amusement fades a little from Hoseok's eyes and Jeongguk only hates himself a little for the shift. He hasn't even said anything and yet here he is, ruining their fun already. "Hey," Hoseok says, sliding closer to Jeongguk to grab his hands. He tries to pull it back, not wanting the other to feel how clammy his skin is but the elder holds on tightly, sending a reassuring smile that immediately settles his nerves. "Does this have anything to do with why lord Taehyung left?"

"Why the hell are we talking about him?" Jimin asks, smile suddenly gone. The hostile tone takes Jeongguk by surprise but the pink-haired summoner seems to notice, sending the younger an apologetic look before linking Jeongguk's free arm with his.

"Jimin," Yoongi says, voice quiet but it seems so loud and immediately Jimin ducks his head.

"Ignore them, Kook," Hoseok says. "Now tell us what's wrong. We're worried about you. All this drinking and careless actions are worrying."

"Hoseok's right, Jeonggukie," Jimin says, voice warm and eyes serious. "Look at what you've done to yourself." He yanks Jeongguk's shirt up, ignoring his protests and it's all Jeongguk can do to stop the tears prickling his eyes. Hoseok's grip on his hand tightens and the silence is deafening.

"Oh, Gguk," Yoongi says, but Jeongguk roughly pulls away from them, cheeks burning as he pulls his shirt down. "What happened?"

"H-how did you know?" He asks Jimin, refusing to make eye contact. The blood is rushing through his ears, making it difficult to hear. His throat feels parched so he downs his drink, eyes watering at the rye before ordering another one.

At Jeongguk's question Jimin's cheeks turn slightly pink, but it might be his imagination. It is hot in the club. "I saw the scars when you called me to take you home after one of your benders. God, Kook, there are so many of them," Jimin says, words coming out in a rush. He can hear the pain in his voice and it takes everything in him to avoid meeting anyone's eyes, unwilling to see the pity he's sure to find there. "Please don't be mad, but I was so scared and called Yoongi. I'm sorry." Hearing the wetness in Jimin's voice drains the anger from him and he pulls the shorter man to him, wrapping his arms around him tightly. A warm weight slides up his other side and he lets out a pitiful shudder when Yoongi's fingers card through his hair. He doesn't stop the wet giggle building in his chest and buries his face in messy pink strands when it erupts.

"What're you laughing at silly boy?" Yoongi asks, lightly tugging on his locks, but Jeongguk hears the smile in his voice and the apprehension clouding over him all evening finally releases, leaving him feeling like he wants to burst into tears, as if he hasn't cried enough already.

"We must look ridiculous

"We've got you, Jeongguk. Please don't shut us out," Hoseok says softly, running this thumb over Jeongguk's knuckles. God, what did he do to deserve friends like them. He nods softly, sitting properly on his stool but refusing to let go of any of them. "Ready to tell us what happened?"

Jeongguk nods, looking at his drink but Jimin pulls it away when he catches Yoongi's eyes. "So, remember that deal I had with Taehyung to save mine and Jimin's asses for accidently summoning him here?" He waits until they all nod before taking a deep breath and continuing. Biting his lip, he untangles his hand from Jimin's hold and fiddles with the button up collar, nervously sliding his fingers to the top button. He feels Jimin's grip on his bicep tighten slightly and Hoseok's eyes widen when he pops the button. Holding his breath, he pulls the collar open, exposing the sensitive skin of his brand to the vibrating air. The hand in his hair tightens, and while Jeongguk would normally find that slightly arousing, the nervous anticipation of his friend's reactions just makes him anxious instead.

"I don't get it?" Jimin says, tilting his head as he takes in the pretty white lines. He lifts a finger, itching to trace the pretty brand.

"Jimin, don't," Yoongi starts but it's too late. The second Jimin's warm finger touches his skin, it burns icy, the lines lighting up like a proper brand.

"What the fuck?" Jimin yelps, yanking his hand away at the electric shock that burns through him. The electricity burns through Jeongguk, only rather than being painful as it was for Jimin, all he feels is electrifying arousal radiation out. Immediately the hands on him are too much for his hypersensitive skin. The sweet scent of buttery sugar and cinnamon floods his senses and he bites back a moan when his magic shudders inside his soul.

"The fuck did you do Jeongguk?" Yoongi asks, gripping his hair again and yanking his head to the side so he can take a closer look. A breathy moan leaves Jeongguk's parted lips at the rough pull, eyes hazy as memories of the last time someone pulled his hair like that. And just as suddenly as the arousal came, it's replaced with hurt and longing. Tears quickly replace the tingling in his skin, leaving his bond prickling uncomfortably.

"What's happening? Jeongguk? Yoongi?" Hoseok's confused voice pipes up, making Yoongi's grip loosen until he's apologetically petting his hair again.

"So, after you guys left, uh, we apparently mated?" His voice cracks on the word mated and the table falls into a confused silence.

"Kookie, humans don't mate. There's no way you mated," Hoseok says, face expectant as if waiting for a punch line. Leaping in headfirst, Jeongguk lets everything spill out. The things he felt, the confusion and discovery of his near-death experience only to be save by Taehyung. Avoiding the more intimate details he explains their blow out and the words he said, head ducked in shame when he sees the disappointment in Hoseok's eyes at how he handled the situation. He even tells them about the hazy fog he's been living in since the incubus left and about Silas's presence. A stunned silence expands but Jeongguk welcomes it. For the first time in days, the heavy feeling in his chest releases, leaving him feeling lighter than before. His head starts to spin a little and he starts to feel suffocated. Quickly he unbuttons another button, hoping to remove any restrictions around his neck, but it doesn't help. The bass pounds in time with the blood in his brain and it feels almost as if he's about to have another panic attack. But then the pressure behind his eyes returns.

"Breathe sire, you're holding your breath," Silas's presence in his mind does wonders but it doesn't stop the pink flush from reaching his cheeks. Totally the alcohol's fault, not that he's a complete idiot that can't remember how to breathe. Definitely the alcohol.

"Holy shit," Hoseok gasps, taking a large sip. Yoongi just nods, face set with an expression that tells them he's already thinking and calculating ahead.

"That's your seal, isn't it?" Yoongi asks, voice careful. "Entwined with the Chaos symbol. I remember seeing it when you presented." Jeongguk nods, remembering. Since his parents are not Zhealians, Yoongi was the one who took him in, and attended his presentation, sneaking himself in under the premise that it was part of his training. "Jeongguk, did you reject him?"

"Of course! He's lying, right?" Jeongguk asks in desperation. "There's no way I'm mated, right? Even Hoseok said it's impossible. Unless, I'm not a human but that's not possible! Please tell me it's not." Tears prickle his eyes again as Jeongguk's eyes flutter over Yoongi's empty face, hoping to find anything, but the elder has the perfected the blank look, giving away nothing.

"As if Jeonggukie would fall into such a trap," Jimin scoffs, rolling his eyes. "There needs to be mutual feelings and both souls have to want it bad enough. It's not as if he's in love with the hellion." The shorter man sends an amused smirk that quickly drops when Jeongguk looks away, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "You're shitting me." Jimin's jaw drops, reaction completely opposite of Hoseok's excited squeal.

"My baby's in love! I never thought it would happen!"

"Shut up, Hoseok," Jeongguk mutters, blushing furiously. He glares into his drink, face absolutely burning. He can feel the irritation drifting off Jimin in waves and it makes him incredibly uneasy, so he focuses on Hoseok's amused laugh and Yoongi's small smirk.

"That's not love, Hoseok," Jimin hisses, face dark with anger. "He's a fucking rapist."

"Jimin!" Yoongi warns, voice low and dangerous but Jimin brushes it off.