"How's this?" Taehyung asked showing Jungkook the picture he had just snapped of himself.

"That's perfect. How are you so photogenic?" He wondered.

"I don't consider myself photogenic. I just snap a picture and move on with it."

"That's the confidence I aspire to have." He grinned.

Taehyung gave him a small smile and went back to his phone. "Hey, how do you know if your picture is in black and white when you're umm...?"

"I take it with my phone camera and then go to the picture filters. It says black and white filter and I click on it. When I get pictures taken by other people I get them to send it to me so I can edit them the way I want."

"Okay. Sorry for the question I'm just a curious boy."

"I know." Taehyung smiled admiring his cute face.

"So, uhh, what does this mean?"

"Huh?"

"Well, we are meeting up without me having to pay you. Does that mean something?" Jungkook asked with eyes full of hope.

Taehyung pressed his lips together as he looked down at his lap. Jungkook's smile faded.

"Is everything okay? You've been acting so off lately. Almost like I'm bothering you. Am I being clingy?"

Taehyung reached behind his car to the back seat and pulled out a magazine. "Look," he said avoiding eye contact.

Jungkook took it and read the headline. "Will the Mins kick out adoptive son off family business?"

"They post these every now and then. It's so stupid. I don't care about the money. They're my family regardless." Jungkook said setting it down on his lap.

Taehyung took a deep breath and tried to remember the speech he had rehearsed the night before.

In his head it was easy thinking about it, but having Jungkook in front of him made it so hard.

"What about the article?" He wondered even more confused. The silence was killing him. The fact that Taehyung was avoiding eye contact made it worse.

His heart was tightening now. This wasn't a good signal. "Taehyung?" He said again. His voice was now a bit shaky and he hoped he wouldn't notice.

Jungkook was pretty good at hiding his emotions except when it came to him. The love and appreciation he had for him was impossible to hide.

"I'm in this business to have money. I can't keep seeing you and become distracted with my ultimate goal. I want to be rich. I want to have so much money so I never have worry about my future again. I lost so many things due to poverty. Do you know how many times I starved? Do you know how many times I cried seeing my mother struggle? The kids made fun of my clothes because I only had a few pairs and my shoes had holes. She fought so hard to give me everything she could and since then I promised myself that I wouldn't go through that again. I will give her the world just like she gave me hers when we struggled. Being with you isn't going to get me nowhere. Your father can leave you without money simply because you aren't his blood. I can't risk my plans for you. I'm sorry."

Jungkook's heart sunk. That was no what he expected at all. "Taehyung I-I can give you the future you want. You wouldn't have to...you..."

"How? How do you know that when your own future is at risk? They might love you and accept you, but at the end of the day they didn't conceive you like they conceived, Yoongi."

Jungkook's eyes flooded with tears, "Don't say it like that. You're making yourself sound so..."

"Selfish? Yeah. I am."

Jungkook glanced outside the window to try to compose himself. It aggravated him that he had gotten so attached to Taehyung that it affected him this much.

"This isn't about that. Don't lie to me." He finally said facing, Taehyung. He ignored his comment and kept on, "I just wanted to go ahead and let you know before things got out of hand."

"This is about Jimin isn't it? What's your deal with him? Don't even try to deny it. I saw the way you acted after you saw him that night. If you like him fine. Just don't try to cover it up with all this other bullshit."

Taehyung's heart was in his throat at this point. He swallowed the painful knot down. Jungkook was smarter than he thought.

"Sorry." Was all he could say. How could he explain his history with Jimin without sounding even more heartless than he already did?

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't feel anything for me." He said with anger at the tip of his tongue.

Taehyung bit his cheek until he tastedblood. How could he deny something he felt so deep in his soul?

"Do it you coward." Jungkook pressured.

Taehyung smiled with tears in his eyes and leaned close to him wrapping his face in his hands.

He kissed him so gently and with so much love it was evident. "Kisses are for lovers only. I told you that. And I know that we've only known each other for a few weeks, but I'm in love with you. I can't mistake this feeling with nothing,"

"So what's the problem then? Please. Talk to me." Jungkook said eagerly.

Once again Taehyung put his walls up. He wanted to say everything right then and there, but couldn't.

"I love you, but you aren't the man for me."

•••

Yoongi woke up to the bright sun shining on his face. He groaned and suddenly realized that Jimin was still next to him. 

He panicked and opened his eyes even though it hurt like a mother fucker. The only thing he saw was a stack of pillows next to him.

"Jimin?" He called glancing to the bathroom. The door was open and the lights were off, but he still walked towards it to make sure.

Then he looked at the pair of slides on the floor. He quickly brushed his teeth, changed into a new pair of clothes and headed downstairs.

"Mr. Min, your father would like to..."

"Sorry not now." Yoongi said walking by the employee. As he walked to the entrance he realized that he had no fucking clue where to go.

The doorbell rung and he opened it up to find Jeongyeon with his phone at hand. "Are you secretly God?" He wondered pulling her in for a hug.

"Not that I'm aware of. Just came to drop off your phone and to make sure that you're okay. You took a long ass bathroom break. Are you sure you didn't take a shit?" She laughed.

"I left with Jimin and we came here. We were going to you know, but then we didn't and he fell asleep in my arms. My fucking arms. We connected on another level. Next thing you know I wake up to a pile of pillows."

"Woah. That's a lot. I don't know if this has anything to do with it, but you received a phone call around three am. It woke me up and
I ignored it. It was an unknown number not saved to your contacts."

Yoongi took his phone and unlocked it. When he went to his call log he found a voicemail from the unknown number.

After putting his password he pressed the phone against his ear. His heart stopped when he heard Jimin's voice. Then it slowly sunk down as the voicemail went on.

"Well then," he said when the message had ended.

"What happened? Why do you have that face?" She asked.

"It's the only face I have." He stated walking to the couch and laying down.

"Stop the sarcasm. What happened?"

"Listen yourself," he said handing her his phone.

She sat down and then proceeded to listen. Her eyes kept getting bigger and bigger as the message went on.

"What are you going to do about it?" She asked offended abruptly getting up after it was finished.

"Nothing. What can I do? You heard his message. He's in denial."

"You have to confront him. Don't let him keep playing with your emotions. Yoongi, you're worth so much more. Stop letting him use you to his advantage."

"I will rather not mess with it. He just needs time to rethink things." Yoongi said staring up at the ceiling.

Jeongyeon blocked his view by standing above him, "You're also in denial. You gotta confront him. Not talking about it is not going to fix it."

"How am I suppose to confront him? He's only at public fancy events. I don't even know where he lives and he's clearly already blocked my number."

"We will look for his address."

"How?"

"Yoongi. It offends me that you doubt my abilities. Let me see your laptop and give me thirty minutes and I'll find it."

Yoongi nodded and she smiled walking up to his room to get the lap top. He remained in place as Jimin's message circled in his mind.

It fucked him up to know that no matter how much Jimin was hurting him he still cared. It fucked him up even more to know that he would always care.