𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 [DISCONTINUED]

chapter seventy three

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"He should've told me who it was." Namjoon fixed his collar. "It would've been easier for me. I don't know how to dress for that guy."

Taehyung scoffed, slipping on his pants. "It's a mystery."

"Yoongi-Hyung should of said their name but it's whatever." The older froze before moving. "Babe, help."

Taehyung stuffed the shirt in his pants. "Help with what?"

"...Tying my shoes..." Namjoon embarrassingly mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

The younger looked at him, seeing him that he's patiently waiting. "Afraid to bend your back?"

"Mhm."

Taehyung couldn't help to giggle, walking up to him and placing a kiss on his chin. "I'll help." He went down on one knee, bending down and started to tie his shoes, each one.

"This is embarrassing..."

"It's not. You'll need a lot help when you get the surgery."

"I'm twenty four years old and I have been feeling old since I was diagnosed with it. After the surgery, it will make me feel even older. Like eighty." Namjoon crossed his arms in pout.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, finishing it up and going back up on his feet. "It's great to feel lazy for once." He held both of his hands. "You have people to help you get the stuff that you need. Even me." He kissed the older's lips. "Don't worry, okay?"

"Fine." Namjoon kissed back, smiling softly. "I'll remember that."

Taehyung smiled. "Good. Now you're late to see who came here."

"Shit—you're right." Namjoon moved away, softly grabbing the boy's hand. "Let's go."

They both left the bedroom, closing the door behind them and going through the hallway, carefully walking down the stairs with their hands still intertwined together. Namjoon had a good grip of his hand which made Taehyung blush. They barely hold hands.

They both saw Yoongi waiting with his arms crossed, rapidly tapping his foot on the ground.

"Hyung. Where is he?" Namjoon spoke up, letting go of his boyfriend's hand.

Yoongi slowly looked at him, sighing. "Kitchen."

Namjoon looked at Taehyung with his brows knitted and just walked towards the kitchen. Yoongi slowly looked at the youngest, biting the inside of his cheek. He uncrossed his arms and put his hands in his pockets.

"You too."

Taehyung knitted his brows. "What?"

"It's not just for Joon."

He just nodded and walked over to the kitchen. Namjoon was oddly frozen in his spot which he questioned about it. He was about to say something until he saw the person he's looking at. And that person turned around, curling their brows at both of them.

"Jimin?"

"Surprise." Jimin nervously spoke with a very small and nervous chuckle.

Taehyung wasn't happy. He's pissed. He tightened his fists, clenching his jaw. Namjoon looked at him, knowing easily that he's pissed off by his facial expression. And the shaking of anger.

"So you finally fucking show up? Hm? After five fucking years?" Taehyung slightly muttered, jaw still clenched.

Jimin knew it was bad to show up. "Taehyung... I know you're mad."

"Where the fuck have you been?"

Yoongi walked in the conversation with his brows curled, hoping no fight will start, just only a argument that he's okay with. Namjoon looked at his Hyung, biting the inside of his cheek with his arms crossed.

"I..I got busy."

"Busy doing what? Pushing away Jeongguk and I, going through life on your own and never giving us a fucking call of where you were!?"

Namjoon gulped hard. Jimin glanced at the other two and shakily sighed. He walked up to Taehyung and grabbed his arm, pulling him to more of a private place. Yoongi looked at the taller with concerned eyes. The taller just replied with a shrug.

Jimin pulled him towards a corner, letting go of his wrist. He looked like he was on the edge of tears which made Taehyung slightly confused but still annoyed.

"Where. The hell. Were you." Taehyung clenched his jaw again.

"I-I wanted to try something different and went to a..a different town. I lost my phone..I got abandoned by some sk-sketchy guys—Tae they..they hurt me." Jimin squeaked out.

Taehyung's brows slowly went into a curl. "What?"

Jimin quickly wiped his tears, sniffing. "They..r-raped me." He whispered out, looking up at him. "I-I was their toy, Tae. I-I don't know what I'm d-doing anymore."

"You made a mistake."

"Wh..What..?"

"You left like we didn't matter. Jeongguk and I were almost killed and you didn't even show up. I lost my goddamn self for four years and gained my thoughts three fucking days ago. You left. Your fault. You could've called." Then Taehyung walked away.

Jimin thought he changed. But no. He's the same.

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