It wasn't that there was something wrong with Seokjin. Because there wasn't. No, Jin was perfect. If you ever bothered to look up the word in the dictionary he was pretty sure the others picture would be there instead of an actual definition.
Sure, there were some pretty deep self esteem issues going on there, but nothing he couldn't work with.
It wasn't that he was in love with Jimin. Because he wasn't. That would have been too easy. In fact, he didn't think he ever had been. No, Jimin had just been convenient. Jimin hadn't asked questions. Jimin had seemingly been capable of realizing that when they were together was different than when they weren't. That what he did when they weren't together didn't affect when they were.
But then Jimin had changed. Had gotten it into his head that Jungkook could never do any better than him. And he never did anything to disprove it. Kept running right back like a love sick bunny.
And then he met somebody better.
The difference was that Jin couldn't separate when they were together and when they weren't. He had tried. Jungkook knew he had tried. But he could see it in the others face. It was constantly there, written in those expression light brown eyes. The sadness. The disappointment. The loneliness.
He was an asshole, but he wasn't a life ruining asshole.
So he made up a lie. Said that Jimin wanted to get back together and then went crawling on his knees to make it true. Thought that things would be go right back to normal and he'd forget all about Seokjin. That he would just become another heart he taken and left scarred. Another life haunted by his memory.
But he was the one who had been haunted. And he couldn't even begin to understand why.
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There was nothing particularly special about Jin.
There was nothing particularly unique about his face. Not when you could walk down the street and see dozen's of people who looked exactly like him. Who held the same perfect standard they were all meant to shoot for. Not like Jimin, with his narrow eyes and wide mouth.
His proportions weren't even on point. Sure those wide shoulders tapered down into a waist that seemed so impossibly tiny, then flared back out into wide hips and thick thighs and dear god he couldn't even think about that ass with growing hard. But Jimin's were still better. Had a ratio that actually matched.
Seokjin's personality was a mess. An amalgamation of all the things he thought he should be. While Jimin knew exactly who he was and was unapologetic about it to a complete fault. Jimin was confident and he was pretty sure Seokjin wasn't just shy, but lacked the ability to actually accept a compliment. Probably because he believed they weren't true.
On every single balance scale he had placed the two on, Jimin came out on top. It was like he had perfection right there staring him in the face and he still couldn't stop thinking about the second choice.
Why? That was what he couldn't understand. Why couldn't he get Seokjin out of his head? Why was he working so incredibly hard to first get him, and then to keep him? Not once, but three times.
It should have been nothing more than a favor to Yoongi. It should have never gone past him keeping Seokjin company at some lame party. But the instant he had seen him under the dim, strobbing lights, it had been like he couldn't stop himself. Like he was no longer in control of his own words or actions. He saw something he wanted, and he knew exactly how to get it.
It wasn't his fault that Seokjin had played along so easily. Had fallen into it so easily. Had been so desperate for love and attention that he would do literally anything. Even let Jungkook keep him on the side like he was a piece of discarded clothing that would only ever be needed when all the other's were dirty.
