Yoongi POV

"How am I supposed to look at him!" Taehyung screamed into the pillow on the bed meant for patients. I groaned, as this was the fifty millionth time he'd said this. He'd been in here bothering me for like four hours.

"I have to see him tonight! I live with him! I can't even look at him in the face! He must think I'm some sort of whore!"

"Oh for fucks sake!" I said, throwing my hands up into the air. "It's fine! Jungkook doesn't give a fuck! He sleeps around so much! Hell, I've even fucked him! So I don't think it matters!"

"It matters to me!" Taehyung yelled back, unexpectedly. "I care! I just fucked my boss! Someone I've known for years! I don't want you guys to see that side of me, because I don't want you to think of me as a slut and a whore!" He sighed, collapsing against the bed, since he had stood to rant to me. He buried his head between his knees.

"I hate the way that I am. I finally got out of the hellhole and I'm still having to fuck random guys so that I don't lose my sanity and attack someone. I don't need Jungkook nor any of you knowing what I'm actually like. I feel dirty. Used."

"Taehyung..." I sighed. "Im not going to say I understand you, because I've never been in your exact position. But I do know that the others and I, we don't care. You're family to us now, and we want to help you in any way we can. If you're so worried about what Jungkook thinks of you, go talk to him. He may be a hardass and immature at times, but he does know when it's the time to dick around and when it's not."

"I'm embarrassed."

"You can't help that. But you aren't going to feel better if fell better bothering the shit out of me and sulking in my office. So I guess this is the nicest way I'm ever going to tell somebody to get the fuck out. So get the fuck out."

Taehyung groaned and stood. He trudged to the door. Without a word he just left and I sighed, turning back to my computer.

Jungkook POV

I was sitting in my office when a knock sounded on my door. "Come in." I called. I was surprised when Taehyung entered. He didn't look at me in the eye and walked up to my desk. "Taehyung. What brings you here?"

"U-um...I guess you deserve a-an explanation..." I waited patiently. "Um..." He looked to the side, sighing. "I've been trained...well m-my body has been...trained to go i-into...heat." he said after awhile. "A-and Yoongi gave me those pills t-to suppress it...but without them...I attacked you. I'm sorry." He looked down at his feet, his hands clasped together.

"Thank you for telling me." I finally said. "I know that this is a hard topic for you. And I'm sorry as well, for being an ass and not giving you your pills." He nodded. "Is that all?"

"Y-yeah." He turned and walked dtoaards the door. I sighed. I usually wasn't one to give comfort.

"Taehyung." He stopped, but didn't turn around. "Just so you know...I don't think any less of you. We can't always control everything that happens to us. I don't blame you, and you shouldn't blame yourself, either." He didn't respond and just left the office.

I turned back to my paper work and sighed. Now I was distracted. I felt bad, since I could have forced him to stop, but god be damned if I didn't admit I actually had been wanting to taste him for awhile now. But I didn't want him to feel bad about it.

As I was lost in thought, Hoseok entered my office. "You'd better take responsibility." He said, pointing his finger at me.

"What now?" I groaned.

"My poor baby's just been traumatized by that thing in your pants!" He screamed.

"Oh my fucking god." I groaned, leaning forward onto the desk and banging my head against the surface. "I really don't want to talk about this anymore. Yes, I fucked Taehyung. Yes, I enjoyed it. Yes, I could have stopped him but I didn't. Yes, I probably made him feel terrible. But I don't want to fucking discuss this again!"

Hoseok frowned. "You enjoyed it?" He scoffed. "You fuck everything that can walk, Jungkook. I want more than an 'I enjoyed it'. How about, 'I apologize for my dumb and immature actions, and I will take responsibility'."

"What do you want me to take responsibility for!? He's not a girl, I didn't impregnate him!"

"Take him on a date. Make him feel.like you didn't just fuck him just to fuck, like all those other assholes did to him. Tae deserves better than another asshole just using him for his body."

"But I don't want him to mistake it that I like him."

"You fucking dick!" Hoseok punched me and I groaned in pain. "I don't fucking care if you don't like him! You take responsibility and make that boy feel like you do! I don't need to break his door down to find him trying to jump out of a ten story tall window again!"

"He what?" Hoseok froze.

"Oh shit." He muttered. He sighed, collapsing on the chair across from my desk. "Taehyung fell into a sort of panic induced state and may have tried to kill himself. He would never have done it if he'd been in his right state of mind. He doesn't even remember doing it, so don't bring it up. But I'll be damned if you don't take care of what you did."

I sighed. "Fine. But you know me..." I went on.

"Yeah? Well I don't give a shit. And if you don't want to make him think you like him, explain that to him, and don't fucking touch him again. I don't think that's too hard, even for someone like you."