Bittersweet Tragedy - Melanie Martinez

Jimin didn't get into any problems, thankfully, after what happened at the dressing room. Yoongi was helpful enough, along with Jackson's assistance in covering for him for the money on - well everything.

To be bluntly honest, Jimin truly didn't care. He could've paid for the damages, not like it's a big deal, but right now he just.... Feels very tired. No doubt it's his medication, making him feel indifferent about the world and just want to go home and sleep. Either way, he's grateful for Jackson and Yoongi's help.

Even if he doesn't show it.

Going home and meeting his bed to sleep is all he could think about as he got himself dressed in his regular clothes with a cap on, moving slower than usual to walk out of the room and down the empty hallway.

After Jimin's minor fit in the dressing room and taking his medication, no doubt he still had to face Jeongguk and Jackson for the reporters again, and well - shit was weird from that point on.

Being there felt like a dream. Only constantly being flashed by lights and voices from people that sounded so far away to reach his ears. Jimin felt like he was going to drop on the spot from this escalating drowsiness that hit him so slowly like a wine spreading his system, even bringing confusion to his mind to what was going on for a second by how out of place he felt. He pulled through though, answering questions and smiling with a wave despite how disconnected with reality he was.

No doubt there were some homophobic commentary, but Jimin was too far from his emotions to respond back with a snarky remark and just moved on. At least that helped him continue with that smoothly.

Him and Jeongguk haven't said anything to each other, and Jimin made sure to avoid any type of communication with him just because he was clearly not in the mood.

He just can't.... Not right now at least.

He can't even think for himself and these medications will most likely drain him of energy until tomorrow.

This is why he hates taking them in the first place.

If only he can just control himself than he will-

Jimin's thoughts completely shattered from one moment to the next the second his back slammed against the wall, being held by the shoulder against it pinning him back.

Fuck his back crashed against that shit so hard.

A pitiful whine escapes his lips and he looks up, huffing by this point in a tired annoyance when he sees the species of a person standing there in front of him.

He's such a hypocrite, it's ridiculous.

And the problem now is that Jimin feels too weak to even push him off.

Damn fucking medications.

"Jimin, look I just want to say something-"

"Don't even waste your breath," Jimin cuts in, his voice low and mellow with hooded eyes to Namjoon standing in front of him, "I'm so fucking done with anything that has to do with you and Jeongguk in a single sentence. I just want to do my damn job, now let me go. I'm not in the mood to be fighting with you right now, or ever."

Namjoon rolls his eyes and refuses to let him go, making Jimin mentally curse to him with snarling lips, "I'll admit okay, maybe I was being rude to you but you've got to understand that I was just looking out for my brother, okay! You don't understand how he's been these days-"

"And that's not my damn fault!" Jimin just barely raised his voice, feeling like he just may lose his balance, "Jeongguk is his own damn person! You better stop already connecting his actions to me because I've done nothing but take care of him!"

"Literally since Jeongguk has met you, he's not been the same! How do you expect me not to trace his actions to you?"

"AT LEAST I'VE DONE A BETTER JOB LOOKING AFTER HIM THAN YOU EVER WOULD-"

Jimin's face abruptly flew to the side, choked on air to the brutal sting on his cheek that was like rattling every single bone in his body to wake up.

But he couldn't....

His vision is blurred, feeling nothing but the heated warmth on his skin that was now traced by hot hands that guided him back to face Namjoon's horror look on his face.

"I-I'm sorry," Namjoon shutters, so much of a shakily wavelength tracing his voice as he looks at Jimin's red cheek and back to his blank eyes, "I'm sorry baby, y-you know I would never hurt you! I just got m-mad and just- Fuck, don't say stuff like that! Okay!"

Jimin was still in shock, not feeling his familiar flicker of rage that without a doubt would've taken it's effect in storming out of here or cussing the shit out of Namjoon; just anything at this point. But now he just feels limp, not making anything seem real or even have control of his body anymore. It feels like he's seeing his body from the outside, hearing Namjoon hushingly apologize over and over while he just stood there, immovable.

Even when Namjoon suddenly pressed his lips against his, Jimin didn't do anything, he couldn't do anything.

This dissociation felt too far from reach; feeling Namjoon's lips on his but he just couldn't react by how dazed he is.

Thinking of nothing.

Feeling nothing.

Just.... Nothing.

Yet it was suffocating, being stuck in his head.

Lost, it made him feel lost.

What is going on?

Jimin didn't even feel it when another hand came into the picture, cupping over Namjoon's upper face from the side and aggressively pushes him back, ripping him away from Jimin's lips. He did see a mess of familiar caramel hair, standing in front of him with a hand to his forearm so Jimin can stand behind him.

And that was the connection back to reality that Jimin needed.

Taemin.

In front of him.

And he's not happy.

"If you dare fucking kiss him again, let alone even touch him, I will report you to the police for sexual harassment!" Taemin's raging voice reaches Jimin's ears, making him blink and gently lean to his body from behind to feel like he's being protected by a shield, "I'm warning you. Get the fuck out of my sight!"

Namjoon was still standing there, glancing from Jimin to Taemin, "This does not concern you."

"Do I have to repeat myself?" Taemin snarls, stepping closer, "I said get out!"

Jimin's hands subtle found Taemin's coat from behind, fisting it tightly with that familiar vulnerability to his current state. He wishes he could scream right now, refusing to let Taemin get involved with this and be able to speak for himself.

Damn pills.

Damn medication!

Where his his damn anger when he needs it!

Namjoon didn't say anything more, only glances to Jimin before rolling his eyes and turning around and walking down the hallway without looking back.

And slowly Jimin started to relax.

He's gone.

Finally.

In relief, Jimin leans back against the wall with eyes closed, taking a deep breath because he felt like his legs were going to give out at any moment in time.

Ugh, right he threw up earlier too. No wonder he feels even more weaker than usual.

He just wants to rest, is that to much to ask!?

Taemin suddenly turns to Jimin, "Are you okay? Why didn't you say anything to him!" And he studies his cheeks with a finger guiding his chin to the side, "Fucking prick. Had some audacity to hit you and then kiss you out of no where - I should report him for harassment!"

Jimin blinks sleepily, shaking his head, "He's just annoying."

No matter how casual Jimin tried to appear to be right now, that cautious gleam is there in Taemin's eyes, not being blinded to the obvious signs that Jimin is anything but himself right now. Jimin would've pushed Namjoon away the second his lips landed onto his, so there's clearly something going on with him to not have reacted on that vicious impulse.

And his inner instructor side perked out.

"Jimin, what is going on?" He asks, settling his eyes from Jimin's dazed off expression and how he's holding himself against the wall to sustain himself, "Did he do something else to you-"

Sluggishly Jimin pushes himself off the wall, practically dropping his body to Taemin's with arms around his shoulders. Immediately Taemin held him up, surprised, looking at Jimin with with worry to this different side of him. He's never like this.

Not Jimin.

But Jimin only blinks tiredly, leaning his lips to his ear, "Take me home, p-please. Just take me home."

That was all he said before dropping his head to Taemin's shoulder, fingers scrunching up the collar of his jacket to keep himself upright from losing his balance. He could fall asleep right now in Taemin's arms, but he has to remember that he's not exactly home or somewhere private.

He has to hold it in, just a little longer.

So he rests his chin on Taemin's shoulder to gather his composure, and then right there, in a distance, he sees a blurred figure standing outside his dressing room.

Jimin didn't have to be certain to know who it was, recognizing that silhouette from afar and that curtain of long hair; just staring at him, silently.

For a second Jimin wanted to laugh.

Well, Jimin's just a lucky bastard today isn't he?

Remembering what he said earlier stormed Jimin's head, making him smile weakly.

If Jeongguk wants to be a little asskisser for his brother, he can do just that on his own, but Jimin is not about to be part of that equation. He's not going to tolerate being taken serious one moment to the other being blamed for some else's personal problems when he's been behaving himself.

If Jeongguk doesn't even defend him to his face, what does that left to say behind his back? He probably tells Namjoon a shit ton of things, only to face him with a smile as though nothing happpened.

Jimin's been too soft for him, and that's his own fault.

Not anymore.

And Jeongguk needed to know that.

So out of the remaining bits of impulse Jimin had in his body, feeling that small flicker of anger dim but enough to push him to face Taemin.

And roughly molds their lips together.

Taemin's eyes widen, gripping Jimin tightly by the torso when he felt him weakly stumble between his feet just as he pecks his lips before pulling away and practically slouches on his body completely with eyes closed. No doubt the sudden bold move Jimin made caught him off guard, but to be honest he was more concerned for Jimin's mental and emotional state rather than the buzzing fire that blazed his lips, like how it felt once in the past.

He's not well.... Jimin wouldn't do something against his comfort zones just to do it.

Or cross Taemin's own comfort zones after their deal.

He needs rest, and a break.

So Taemin didn't think about it when he held Jimin from the side and guided him down the hallway, all the while the other just leaned onto his shoulder with eyes closed with lips quivering but not making any noises.

"Don't worry Gatita," Taemin whispers quietly, "You'll be home soon, I promise."

Jimin didn't say anything, only wanting to sleep and forget those sensible emotions he was starting to feel in the first place; letting himself feel nothing but the cold, and just the cold.

Meanwhile down the hallway, Jeongguk just stares at Taemin and Jimin walking away down the hallway; their figures only growing smaller and smaller away.

He wanted to come here and check up on Jimin for acting a bit off after their talk at the stairs, now that they would be alone and not with so many people around. In some odd way, it felt like Jimin understood what Jeongguk said to Namjoon, so he wanted to clear things up with him about that.

Namjoon was not going to stop until Jeongguk told him what he wanted to hear, in front of Jimin's face. He was starting to assume that the two were secretly seeing each other and got upset because Jeongguk knew how much he's been wanting to be with Jimin.

So Namjoon tried to find excuses for Jeongguk to drop the program, perspective on Jimin's attitude - anything that will refresh Jeongguk's head as to why he should stay away from Jimin in the first place.

By this point in time, Jeongguk can't say he knows Jimin, because he doesn't, but he knows enough.

And he trusts him, regardless of that.

Maybe it was stupid for Jeongguk to put the blame on him for his behavior these days on being way too eager to get everything done perfect, in regards to the routine and perfecting it. By that point, Jeongguk was getting way too triggered by their arguing and the fact that Jimin was about to hit Namjoon that he just blurted out what his brother needed to hear. At that point, the best way to handle it was to assure Namjoon of his priorities.

However, the talk did wake up more of Jeongguk's mind to make him reflect. In some way, he's been way too selfish and has not been setting his priorities right in regards to his mental or emotional health; with how people view him now for his skating, how it's been after the overdose, etc. That's his own fault.

So in some way, Namjoon is right.

And he's been planning on not growing close with Jimin like how they've been these past few days after this day. Namjoon is way too obsessed, and Jeongguk doesn't want to be the cause of his heart break if he ends up finding out of all the shit his little brother has already done with Jimin.

Truth is, Jimin has became someone that Jeongguk has just grown a hard time shrugging off.

It's like he needs those intimate moments they share, whether it's through kissing or holding each other in bed, anything; he needs it.

He's grown so addicted to it that it physically drives him insane with hunger for a simple physical contact.

And that's what scares him because he shouldn't be feeling that way.

Now as he stands here, in this empty hallway, where he witnessed Jimin's lips finding themselves to someone else it just made Jeongguk realize, who is he kidding?

For one, he can never be anyone Jimin wants or needs. They can't be in a relationship, if Jimin is even into that, not like Jeongguk wants to be either. He can't be willing to hold him or kiss him in front of others or even be able to admit if they had something going on.

And Jimin can never be someone Jeongguk needs; from his triggering temper tantrums, sour attitude with people, literally being biologically a male - Jeongguk just can't....

He's not willing to accept that.

Sure, he's done things with him, kinda, but would Jeongguk truly be able to defend what they could have if he does pursue him? Pursue that need he has for him?

Jeongguk knew he couldn't, or wouldn't be able to.

It's only lust..... And it blinded them, their own fault.

The two live in two different worlds, and it should remain like that.

They're just partners after all.

So with a hallow heart, Jeongguk tightens his lips together with a slow nod to himself before turning around and walking away too.

Only thinking of how stupid he was.

Not anymore.

Not anymore.

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A/N:

Oop......

Well..... Ha.... Tension?

Just you wait! It gets better :D

This should be..... *Cough* who's ready for a vacation?

Let's get it!

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