Yoongi detached himself from Jimin's mouth with a gasp, wiping off the drool dripping down his lips by his sleeves.
"Jimin why?!" He blurted out.
"W-Why what?"
"Why're you leading me on like this?"
Jimin stayed silent for a moment, biting his lip. "...
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"He's angry at me..."
"Why?"
"I can't tell..."
"But– what happened?"
"I can't tell without Yoongi Hyung's consent. I can't..."
Taehyung sighed in defeat, looking at Jin. It was hard to figure out what was going in Jimin's mind. But they understood it was serious, so they didn't force him anymore.
"Take rest, Jimin," Jin said and both of them left his room.
"Hyung," he called, causing them to turn around. "Tell me when Yoongi Hyung comes home, I really need to talk."
Jin nodded and left the room followed by Taehyung.
*
Yoongi entered the house, the only thing on his mind was to apologize to Taehyung for ruining his birthday. He went straight to his room, knocking quietly.
"It's open." He heard Taehyung's muffled voice and he slowly pushed the door, seeing Taehyung lying on the bed while playing on his phone. But he quickly sat up with a shocked expression when he saw Taehyung.
"Hyung! Where were you? I was calling and–"
"I'm sorry, Tae," Yoongi said, making his way in front of the younger. "I'm sorry for ruining your night like this. I'm sorry I left."
Taehyung just chuckled, "It's fine, the birthday was over, it was past midnight." He said nonchalantly, lifting Yoongi's mood.
"But I'm really sorry."
"It's fine Hyung, your existence makes it better," Taehyung said, an innocent grin plastered across his lips.
Yoongi pulled him into a hug.
"Woah, Hyung, are you sick?" Taehyung joked but Yoongi just squeezed him harder. "Shut up, brat."
Taehyung laughed, patting Yoongi's butt.
"Can I ask you something, will you get mad?"
"I know what you wanna ask." Yoongi hummed, pulling away from the hug.
"So...tell me."
"I can't...u-understand please, I really can't. At least not before I fix everything with...him."
"But maybe I could help–"
"No."
"Okay. Just know that I'm here."
Yoongi nodded, once again pulling him into a hug before going out of the room.
*
Yoongi got into his room, changing his clothes and freshening up. He wasn't in the mood for anything. Just because he was soft to Taehyung didn't mean he wasn't in a grumpy ass mood.
Jin didn't knock before entering Yoongi's room with a pissed expression. Yoongi at the very time came out of his bathroom and stared at Jin.
"What?"
Jin pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow, folding his arms across his chest.
"Why would you make the little boy cry?"
"Me?" Yoongi questioned back. "You don't even know the whole thing and you blame me."
"Yoongi, what happened? He came back crying."
"Oh yeah, why don't ask your little boy what happened? What did he do?"
"That's very insensitive of you Min Yoongi!"
"And what he did wasn't very kind either! You don't force me to apologize to him just because he's younger!"
"Could you at least tell what happened?!"
"And you, Jin Hyung? You haven't noticed me since the last few days, none of you! That's very insensitive of you!"
"I asked, what the fuck happened," Jin growled.
"I'm not telling you. I don't wanna tell you, none of you! Thank you very much for taking Jimin's side."
"Side? Yoongi there are sides now? What the hell–"
"Please go, Hyung. I don't wanna talk."
"Fine!" Jin shouted and stomped away from his room.
*
The next morning followed, the atmosphere of their house tense as hell. But Jimin was determined to talk. He didn't show it in front of everyone, but he was. There was no sign of Yoongi on the dining table while they having breakfast and Jimin tried least to hide his sadness. The house didn't seem like one without Yoongi.
"Jimin," Namjoon said. "You know you can tell us right?"
Jimin just shook his head, gulping down his food.
"That's the thing, Hyung. I can't."
"Stop sulking, he'll eventually come along," Jungkook reassured.
"I really wish."
They had the rest of their breakfast in silence before everyone left to get ready for their work. Hobi knocked at Yoongi's door, asking if he was coming or not to which Yoongi grunted he'd come later and that they could leave. Hoseok told Yoongi his breakfast was in the fridge and to take care before leaving. Not leaving before giving that information to Jimin.
Jimin stayed at home too, wanting to clear everything in private with Yoongi. He sat at the dining table, waiting when the elder would come downstairs. And Yoongi did, all ready for work.
"Hyung," Jimin called, as Yoongi made his way to the kitchen. Jimin followed after him, watching as the elder searched for something in the refrigerator. "Hyung listen..."
Jimin lightly gripped his upper arm and Yoongi quickly shoved it away, acting as if he was searching for something.
At that Yoongi turned around to face Jimin, slamming the door of the refrigerator shut.
"Oh yeah, feeling bad?" Yoongi mocked, "Have a taste of your own medicine."
"Hyung please! Stop doing this!"
"What am I doing? You told me to give you space I'm giving that to you. You deny your feelings for me as I watch and cry behind. You don't consider my feelings during any of your actions and you have the audacity to say that I'm the one doing something?!"
Jimin's eyes rimmed with tears but he wasn't going to break. He had nothing to be guilty about. He was feeling something and to figure that out he needed space. He did nothing wrong.
"Why are you being such a prick about it?" Jimin shouted back. "We had sex for god's sake and it's normal for me to need space! I needed the shock to sink in and make a wise decision–"
"And you weren't alone, Jimin! I was equally shocked and needed you to be there and reassure me! But you're selfish as hell!"
"It's not my problem your thoughts are otherwise!" Jimin snarled, he wasn't a baby right now. He looked scary and dead serious.
Yoongi threw a grimacing look at him before walking away from him.
