Brotherly Love (BTS X READER) *Book 1*

Two Truths and a Lie

     Ugh.

     You pressed a palm to your forehead, taking a deep breath in through your nose, and out through your mouth. 

     "What am I supposed to do about this?" you whined to yourself. They're only away from you for one month, one month, and everything's already falling apart. At least from the way Jimin made it sound, things were not going well in Japan, and unfortunately, there was very little you could do about it.

     "Okay, I need to think of a plan... let's start with what to say if Taehyung calls," you thought, grabbing a piece of paper from your backpack to write on. If Taehyung calls you, that will most likely mean that he found Jimin, or vice versa, and he's either going to forget about whatever he had been so worked up about or he's gonna have some questions. You can easily handle him if the phone call is a successful distraction, but you also know that Taehyung isn't always that easy to distract. Especially when he's having a bad day. And even more so, when you're not around to help. So, if he ends up following the interrogation route, then you need to figure out what to tell him.

     "Should I just tell him the truth?" you asked yourself, pausing for a second to examine the blank sheet of paper before you. It was a question you had been asking yourself for a while. You knew you might have to tell them all one day, but for Taehyung you were unsure whether you should tell him sooner or later. Ever since the two of you first became friends, you pondered telling him the truth and how you would do it, but you could never bring yourself to actually tell him. Perhaps it was time.

     You placed a pen to your paper, and began writing ideas about what you would tell Taehyung.

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    "Wh-what??" Jungkook stuttered, eyes wide as saucers as the blonde male before him smiled maniacally. Taehyung said nothing as he grabbed the younger by the shoulder and dragged him into the next room, which happened to be the pool. It was the only place Jungkook hadn't looked yet. Conveniently, just as Taehyung dragged Jungkook outside to the pool area, the man they had been looking for emerged from the wooden shed on the opposite side of the pool. Jimin's eyes widened once he registered the pair of his band mates before him, a soft gasp inaudible to the other two leaving his lips.

     "There he is," Taehyung hissed, the same sort of deranged smile on his face. He shoved Jungkook away and started marching over to Jimin. The shorter male considered diving back into the shed while he still could, but he knew there was no real escape at this point.

     Jungkook, who had fallen after Taehyung pushed him away, had no clue what was going on. Surely he wasn't out for that long, and yet it seemed like a lot had happened. He could feel his heart start beating harder and faster as his breathing picked up. Panic was building up inside of him as he witnessed what he presumed could be the start of another fight. He had hoped and prayed that the tensions would stay low enough that he wouldn't have to deal with this until they were back at home and things settled down again with your presence (assuming that would be the case) but it seemed that he might have been out of luck. Jungkook sat hopelessly on the damp ground by the shallow end of the pool, watching on in fear as Taehyung grabbed Jimin by the shirt.

     "Being useless as always," Jungkook's mind spat at him, making his brain begin to ache as he fought with himself over whether or not to stand and do something or just stay back like always. The conflict only kept him down longer, and all he could do was stare at them, and pant from the horrible mixture of adrenaline and anxiety that plagued his entire body.

     "I know you two are hiding something! Why is it that nobody likes to tell me what's up?! Am I too stupid or something? What the hell is going on?!?!" Taehyung shouted into Jimin's face, but he seemed unphased, as he usually would. He grabbed Taehyung's hands with his own and jerked them off of him. His eyes fell past Taehyung's left shoulder, landing on Jungkook's fallen figure, who was staring desperately at the two of them, his plain black T-shirt and shorts looking haggard and his black hair flying every which way. The young male was the epitome of stress, and Jimin couldn't help but feel sad for him.