Feared Love | Taekook

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"Hey- Why are you out of breath?" Jimin had opened the door, not expecting an out of breath Taehyung to stand there. Jimin guided his best friend in, sitting him down on the couch and offering a big glass of water. "I have to tell you something." Taehyung confessed once he caught his breath. "Does it have to do with you showing up here drenched in sweat and ruining my couch?"

"No- well, yes, a little... But no. Jimin please promise me you will remain my friend. Please don't hate me." Jimin looked taken aback by Taehyung's desperation. "Did you kill a man and need my help to hide the body?"

"No!" Jimin took a seat next to Taehyung, patting his leg. "We've been friends for years. I could never hate you." The sheer panic in Taehyung's eyes was scaring Jimin. "Is Shirley home?"

"No, why?"

"Just... I only want you to know."

"My wife can't know?"

"No." Jimin gave him a weirded out look before agreeing to the terms. "Jimin... I'm.... I'm into men."

He blinked a few times. "You... You're homosexual?"

"Please don't hate me."

"...I- need you to go."

"No please, Jimin. You're my best friend, please, I trust you." Tears spilled from Taehyung's eyes but Jimin didn't make eye contact with him. "Please leave." He muttered, signaling towards the door. Taehyung blinked his tears away. Not only was he torn he was also absolutely heartbroken. Nothing but little pieces scattered around was left of him. He gulped and sniffled before quickly leaving his house.

Namjoon? No, he can't afford to lose another friend.... But Jimin is definitely going to tell him if Taehyung doesn't do it himself.

Namjoon always said not to be judgemental. Taehyung put his last piece of hope in Namjoon.

-

"Hey Tae! Wow you look a mess."

"We need to talk, now. You'll hate me, despise me. But you need to hear it from me."

"...Did you fuck things up with Jungkook again?"

"...He's the one that fucked up but listen- this is more important. I'm desperate right now." Namjoon invited Taehyung in, sitting down on the couch.

"So what is that horrible thing you did? ....You didn't kill Jungkook did you?"

"No-" Taehyung let out a frustrated sigh. "I'm homosexual." Taehyung spat out, closing his eyes to anticipate Namjoon's reaction. "I'm glad that you trusted me enough to tell me this... But why now?"

"...Something went horrendously wrong and I first went to Jimin and when I told him he just told me to leave before I could even begin to explain so I was scared to head over here but basically I ran here from all the art district and Jimin's house." Taehyung blabbered on, Namjoon trying to follow the story. "Okay and what went horrendously wrong?"

"Uhm, right so weird story, Jungkook forced me to tango to bond and at the end of it he kissed me and i didn't expect it and so I slapped him across the face and ran off and now I just know I fucked up everything."

"So Jungkook is also-"

"Yes. Namjoon please help." Taehyung desperately grabbed Namjoon's hands. "Right.... uhm.... I don't know what to tell you." Taehyung grunted, slipping down on the couch. "Talk it out perhaps?"

"I can not face him now. I SMACKED him Namjoon, straight across the face."

"...Right that's pretty bad... But he should've asked for permission anyway." Namjoon was pondering deep in thought when a cry disturbed them. "...Want to hold Oli to feel better?"

"...Yes please."

-

Seokjin walked through the door, the bell of the familiar shop ringing.

Seokjin looked around before he spotted Yoongi coming in from the back. "Good afternoon how can I help you-" Yoongi looked up and saw Seokjin standing there. A smile slowly made it's way on his face. "Hi."

"Hi." Seokjin walked forward, going to stand at the desk Yoongi was standing behind. "Great timing, I just finished your suit. Wait here, I'll go grab it."

Yoongi put the papers he was holding down on the desk before he disappeared again. Just a little while later he came back holding the familiar dark blue suit. "Still like it?"

"Yup." Yoongi handed it over to him with a kind smile. "Go try it on." Seokjin took the suit and went into the changing room. He admired the suit in the mirror, it fit like a glove. "Yoongi." Seokjin called out.

"Yes?"

"It's perfect." Seokjin fixed his tie before sliding the curtain open. Yoongi's eyes trailed over every little detail of Seokjin's body. He was looking for any mistakes he made, however Seokjin started feeling hot under his gaze. "Y-You're still willing to go on another date right?" Seokjin cursed himself for stuttering but Yoongi looking at him like that got him nervous. Yoongi's head perked up at Seokjin's question. "Of course."

"Are you free tomorrow?"

"Sure am." Seokjin grabbed Yoongi's hand. "I'll pick you up at your home then."

"Sounds lovely."

-

"HOBI-" Jungkook burst through the doors of the salon, giving Hoseok and the guests a heart attack. "JUNGKOOK. You should be very glad I'm not cutting hair right now!" Hoseok warned. He took his craft very serious. However Hoseok was the type to get easily spooked so Jungkook's outburst would've caused a slip up. "Hoseok I need to talk to you. I would've asked Jin because he knows more about it, but I couldn't find him." Hoseok beckoned Jungkook to follow him, they went to the back together and took a seat.

"Does what you're going to tell me have to do with the bruise on your face?"

"Yes."

"Speak up." And so Jungkook rambled on and on about what happened in full detail... like... FULL detail.

"Are you stupid?" Hoseok finally exclaimed after Jungkook was done venting. "YES."

"Jungkook you better apologize, that's harrassment." Jungkook rubbed his temples, a pained expression on his face. "I can't face him now."

"Well you better try."