"I fucking love you," Yoongi mumbled with a pout as he wrapped his arms around Jeongyeon.

"There, there, I love you too." She cooed rubbing the back of his neck like a kitty. Yoongi often looked mean, but in reality he was just a big baby who needed lots of loving.

"I really don't want to be here. My dad forced me to come and he said I need to stop acting like a kid. On top of that he made me get a shower. I mean all I've been doing is eating popcorn in my room for four days straight. He was all like, 'you need to get up and do shit and let some sunlight in'. No dad I don't want to let fucking sunlight in. So here I am about to go on stage to force my smile."

"You have to put your feelings to the side for just a moment. I know you're upset, but you can't let your dad and brother down."

"I know. I really hate faking it though. I don't want to take over the company."

"It's okay. Your dad will eventually understand." She said rubbing his back because he still hadn't let go.

"I hope so."

"Umm, Yoongi?"

"Mhm?"

"Are you going to let me go or...?"

"If I let you go I will try to look for, Jimin."

"He's here?" She exclaimed looking around.

"I don't know, but he probably is. He's an escort. He's always in these events. Plus, Jungkook brought my ex escort and I'm not being the awkward dude again. I was already a loner at the last party and that shit did not work out for me."

"So, you're basically using me huh?"

"Maybe."

"It's okay. It's an honor to be used by you, Min Yoongi." She teased poking his side.

"Sheesh. Don't make it sound terrible."

"You better be glad I love you. I was going to hang out with, Nayeon. I think she likes me because she touched me. She playfully punched me in my arm so she's so in love with me I feel it in my bones."

"Ah, yeah for sure—"

"Yoongi, come on they're about to call us on stage. Hey, Jeongyeon." His father said.

Yoongi finally pulled away from Jeongyeon with a frown, "Dad. I don't like pictures or questions-"

"Come on. Stop it."

"Why can't I stay home and eat popcorn?"

"We've talked about that shit. Come on." He urged.

"You got this. Just take a deep breath." She told with a smile.

Yoongi nodded and followed his dad until he stopped talking. "I'm going to get Jungkook. Stay right here and stop hugging Jeongyeon."

"But-but I like the hugs..." he groaned. He sighed and looked up only to see Kai approaching him. It was too late to run.

"Yoongi!"

"Kai?" He replied surprised and a bit angry if he was honest.

"I know what you're thinking." He said with a smirk.

Did you fuck Jimin or did he fuck you? Was all Yoongi was thinking.

"I'm actually here with my girlfriend. Her dad owns a music company so she wanted me to come. That's why I'm here."

"Oh, okay." He said scratching his neck. It wasn't itchy or anything. He just didn't know how to contain all his emotions in without choking someone.

Kai was his friend and to know that Jimin had slept with him and his girlfriend irked his nerves in a way he couldn't describe.

"Are you okay?"

"Mhmm." He said with a smile.

"Whoa. You're digging the shit out of your neck. Are you sure you're fine?"

Yoongi took a deep breath, "Yeah! Yeah! I'm totally not having a mental breakdown."

Kai laughed, "You're so funny!"

Yoongi fake laughed, "Totally."

"Hey, about my employee raising his voice at you for the wine bottles don't worry about it."

"Gosh. I'm sorry about that." Yoongi apologized again. That night of the party after Jimin had left and he was done crying he felt so angry.

The only way to let his anger out was by throwing wine bottles against the wall to see them smash.

He could only do three because his employee came to stop him. Yoongi could've burned the whole fucking room down then he remember that it wasn't even his house. So, he quickly felt bad for the mess he caused.

"It's okay. You did send me five wine bottles and you only broke three. On top of that they were even more expensive than the ones you broke. We're even now." Kai reassured.

"I'm just so clumsy. They slipped and fell out of my hands." Yoongi replied with a cheesy grin.

"They fell against the wall?" He joked.

"Mhm. I have butter fingers."

"Man, you're hilarious."

"Yeah, so how was the-the party after I left? Anything interesting happen?" He asked raising his eyebrows.

Why was he asking him this? Why did he like to suffer?

"It was a pretty chill party. At the end of the night it just got weird."

"Because of the wine bottles? I'm so—"

"No, no, no. It's not that. So, you know how my girl and I like to have threesomes?" He quietly asked.

Yoongi nodded curling his toes. "I'm aware. What-what happened?"

"The escort we hired backed out. Like I'm okay with that you know? I'm not going to force him to do it. The thing is that we often hire this escort for that specific purpose and he's never backed out before."

"Oh, so you three didn't..." Yoongi clasped his hands together and Kai shook his head no. "Nope."

"Well shit," Yoongi said gulping down his nerves. To know that Jimin hadn't had sex with them only confused him more.

Had Jimin said no for him? Did he feel bad for Yoongi? Instead of answering his questions it only made it worse.

"Yoongi!" His dad called. "I will let you go don't want to hold you hostage. Talk to you later." Kai told walking away.

Yoongi walked to his father and followed him up the stage along with, Jungkook. His dad was now by the podium to start speaking.

The cameras started flashing and Yoongi smiled uncomfortably. Should he throw a peace sign? Wave? Grin?

He often thought he was awkward when it came to this stuff. He never found himself photogenic or a people person like his brother.

Jungkook looked so natural on stage with little effort. While Yoongi felt like he was drowning in his own sweat.

To make things worse he saw the familiar face he didn't want to see. At least not at this moment after finding out about the whole Kai thing.

Jimin was in the crowd attentively locking eyes with him as he brought up a glass to his lips. Yoongi then felt like his surroundings were spinning.

It wasn't until Jungkook wrapped his arm around his waist that he snapped back to reality.

"Breathe." He whispered softly.

Had he forgotten to breath? Or was his face so evident that it showed how paranoid he truly was?

Just breathe.

But how could he when his heart could leap out his chest from seeing, Jimin?

•••

"Jungkookie!" Jimin squealed wrapping his arms around him.

"Jimin. Hey!"

"You did great." He told pulling away.

"Thank you. I didn't do much just smiled and waved." He chuckled.

"Still, you did great, okay?"

"Okay if you say so." He grinned.

"So, uhh, what's up with Yoongi and that girl? I thought they weren't a thing." He said with a hint of annoyance.

"Oh, no, no. I'm not getting involved in this drama."

"Who said it was drama?" Jimin scoffed.

"You're making it drama. Look, I love you, but he's my brother. I don't like to stand in the middle of you two. Yoongi has already spoken to me and—"

"What did he say? He is talking mad shit isn't he? Because I know he is." He told his face red from anger.

"No. He told me that it was okay to keep talking to you. He didn't speak bad of you and to be honest I know he won't. He's not that type of person."

Jimin's expression softened as he felt the guilt crawling up his skin. "You made me feel bad. Now, I need another drink."

"I'm your friend so I'm allowed to not have a filter."

"Yeah, yeah. I will talk to you later when you stop being a judgy-mc-judgy pants." He said walking away.

"Judgy-mc-judgy? What the fuck Jimin?" Jungkook said rolling his eyes. And to think he was older than him.

Jungkook then walked to the table where Taehyung was sitting. He approached him with a smile.

"Hi. Have you had fish eggs? It's suppose to be called caviar because it's fancy but technically is just fish eggs." He said taking a seat next to Taehyung.

"Oh, yeah, it's good." He responded with a forced smile.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

"Nothing. My stomach just hurts."

"Do you need me to rub it? I give really good massages. When Yoongi gets constipated I massage his tummy and in a matter of minutes-"

"I think I'm okay." Taehyung said with a chuckle.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," he mumbled nodding his head. He tried to swallow the words that were threatening to come out, but couldn't.

"Actually, no,"

"No problem let me see that tummy." He said with the cutest smile.

"No, no, I'm not talking about the massage."

"Oh, then what?"

"Who was that guy talking to you?"

Jungkook giggled and playfully nudged him, "Is Taehyung jealous? Who's a jealous baby? Who's a jealous-"

Taehyung grabbed his forearm giving it a light but firm squeeze. "Jungkook, does it look like I'm playing?"

"Oh," he responded blinking fast. A light blush creeped up his cheeks. He had always been the dominant one in the relationship.

The way that Taehyung was intimidating him at the moment was a new experience. He didn't know how to handle it.

Taehyung finally let go of his arm and proceeded to listen. "He's a good friend of mine." Jungkook shyly responded.

"Friend? Your friends with an escort? Does that mean that I'm your friend too? Do you kiss and give hand jobs to him too?"

"Umm..."

Taehyung looked away a bit flustered himself. "He's just a friend. You're not just my friend. You're my lover remember?" Jungkook clarified leaning closer.

Taehyung simply nodded as Jungkook pecked his cheek and laid his head on his shoulder. He melted at the act and looked away.

He found his eyes back to Jimin who was also looking at him from a few tables away. Jimin looked down at his feet biting the inside of his cheek.

Taehyung was doing the same to stop his heart from exploding in his chest. How sad it was for them to know it just couldn't be.