Love Will Remember | Jikook [COMPLETED] 🔞

Chapter 37

A/N: Happens after two weeks from last chapter.

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Taehyung whistled low under his breath as he ducked out of Jungkook's office. The youngest was sucked into another conference call with the Chinese investors and he was only happy to get out. He nodded curtly at Byeol who was busy training the new assistant who'd take Byeol's position at the front desk so the former would be working closely with Jimin in the coming weeks.

He didn't bother to knock when he reached Jimin's office. When had he ever knocked? Even when that landed him into far embarrassing moments more than once they never changed. Living together for over ten years does that to people. There was never a boundary between them. No secrets.

Taehyung entered just in time to see Jimin throwing a crumpled paper into the trash with a scowl. His friend's body went rigid as soon as he spotted him. The air around them suddenly changed as Jimin blinked, shifted on his feet seemingly frozen before he quickly forced a smile.

"Hey," Jimin said pushing his hands into his grey dress pants.

Taehyung didn't need words to understand something bothered Jimin. He closed the door behind him, strode to the trashcan. In his peripheral vision, Jimin tensed, biting his lips. His hands left his pockets and Taehyung knew whatever it was his friend didn't intend him to find out.

"Taehyungie..."

He ignored Jimin's weak protest and kicked the lid open. Crumbled pieces of paper, fresh flowers, and a small gift box greeted him. He lifted a brow as he picked the paper.

Jimin's shoulders slumped and he hung his head. "Don't tell Jungkook." He swiveled on his feet going to perch his hip on the table, resting his hands behind him.

Taehyung clenched his jaw as the straightened the small piece of paper.

Jimin,

I know you're avoiding me.

But please...can we talk?

I don't want to lose you again.

-Love

Eunji

You never had him in the first place, bitch. Tae wanted to yell, but he didn't know that yet. That night was a mistake. It had to be. He closed his eyes. Oh, how much he wished it wasn't true. That Jimin could remember and tell him none of it was true. Or maybe tell him it was a one-time thing he did in a drunken stupor as absurd as it sounded. He shouldn't think like this. Tae schooled his thoughts as he slanted a look at his friend.

Jimin ran his hand over his weary face, sliding the hand to the back of his neck as he expelled a loud breath. "She won't stop," he said weakly. "I blocked her number, but she keeps texting me from other numbers. Then she..." he waved at the trashcan. "...she sends flowers and notes. Please don't tell him, Taehyung-ah. I...I don't want to mess with what we have between us."

"I'll instruct the security to stop this shit from coming up," Taehyung gritted out through his clenched jaw. He tilted his head to the side, planting a hand on his hip. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"

Jimin didn't meet his gaze. "I have to bear the consequences of my past actions." His voice barely audible and he further slumped on the table. The beaten look on his face tugged at Tae's heartstrings.

He closed the distance between them in two long strides and threw his arms around his friend, one hand gently cupping the back of his neck, the other hand rubbing the length of Jimin's back. "I'll bear it with you," he whispered. That was what friends did. They shared the burden. "You don't have to do this alone, Minnie." He released him to lift his chin and lock their gazes. "I won't let you do this alone."