Favorite Crime - Olivia Rodrigo

Taehyung furrows his eyebrows to the text, snapping his head up to the front door and quickly goes towards it, yanking it open to see Minho in fact standing there with a twitch of a frown to his lips.

And for some reason, Taehyung began to feel overwhelmed with emotions.

He lost control over them.

"I don't know what is this game y-you're playing with me, but it's driving me crazy!" He tried to not stutter, but his voice failed him just as Minho steps inside his apartment, "One moment you don't give a shit and say that we're just friends, and then you start to reach out a-and then at the party - Then I try to push you away, and suddenly my boyfriends friends start acting up. You post that picture with that girl and I just-"

He has no idea where he's going with this ramble, but his slender fingers is gripping his hair in frustration with tears in his eyes to find some sort of ground. Minho closes the door behind him and stares at Taehyung, seeming to be equally as frustrated as him.

The difference is that he's composed and Taehyung isn't.

"Just what Taehyung?" Minho says quietly, a gleam sparking in his eye, "You agreed for us to cross boundaries with our friendship, knowing I wanted nothing serious in the beginning. I tried to reach out to you that night you went to the club, to go to where you were, but you didn't answer back. One week later, you have someone\s new and then we go to the party and you let me kiss your neck, you decided to end our friendship, and then just after a picture of me with some girl you decided our friendship was relevant enough to talk to me? Because of jealousy."

And then Minho crosses his arms over his chest, "So you tell me who's driving who crazy?"

Taehyung couldn't say anything because it's all true. Looking at it from that perspective at least.

They've been playing this tug of war with each other since he was released, doing little bits of attacks to get under each other's skin, pushing away but discretely trying to catch each other's attention - It's fucking ridiculous.

Yet no matter how badly Taehyung tries, he always will feel something for Minho.

And that's what's not letting him be strong enough to finish his task.

Staring at him now, the man he sent a guy into a coma for, he slowly realizes just how crazy he is for him.

Crazy enough to go to jail.

Crazy enough to accept a deal with a club boss just so he won't kill him.

Crazy enough go against all plans that he initially had, for him.

For Minho.

That makes him weak.

And.... Somehow he likes it.

He likes how daring it makes him. How impulsive his mind gets around Minho, almost alive. Followed by those sensitive moments where they would just stare at each other after a good laugh, the feeling it came along with making his heart thump harder in his chest every single time.

Minho makes him weak, yet so damn powerful.

And he's just as addicted to the feeling he's feeling now, with Minho standing in front of him.

Slowly his fingers let's go of his hair, gathering his composure slowly to not explode something stupid out with a shake of his head to his thoughts, rolling his eyes, "What do you want from me Minho?"

"I could ask you the same question," And he leans to Taehyung's face, tilting his head to the side, "After all, you're the one who decided to block me and then text me afterwards."

"Because you're making no sense!"

"I'm not?" Minho says, almost to himself, suddenly twitching a smile, "Says the one who's in a relationship and is reaching out to me when I tried to move on-"

"Because it pisses me off when I see you with someone else!" Taehyung blurts out, making Minho still stare at him calmly, "I hate it! Known you for fucking years, had a thing for a while, and it frustrates me when you give me mixed signals because one moment I think you're into me and then the next it just gets rejected!"

Minho leans back now, lips pursed with this sudden harden expression on his face, "There's a reason as to why I can't be with you like that Taehyung."

"Why! Huh!?" Taehyung is really starting to get pissed off, "Can't you just trust me anymore!?"

"Of course I do!" Minho grunts, rubbing his face, "I'm trying to protect you! Okay!"

Here we fucking go-

Wait.

Protect?

He said protect?

Taehyung was just about to say something impulsive about that sudden statement, but Minho in frustration groans and moves to the couch, sitting down with a deep frown on his lips. Taehyung follows his move with his eyes, arms crossed now.

Before he says something irrelevant, mind as well let Minho speak for himself.

Besides, he may say something usual after all without him realizing it.

"I... I don't have good contacts okay," Minho suddenly says in defeat, looking like he's already hating himself for talking, "I was going to take things further with you that night..... I was going to ask you to be with me."

Oh...

Slowly Taehyung finds himself sitting beside him on the couch, keeping his lips sealed but watching him attentively.

Minho only huffs and shakes his head with this fragile stare in his eyes, "But that night when we were walking and I was suddenly held gun pointed, you got involved for me and shit went down hill from there, I realized that.... I didn't want you to be part of any of that. Don't you get it? You went to jail because of some fucker after me? Three years of you being in a cell while I was out here, free. Three years of me holding onto that guilt that I was too careless and being so damn angry with myself!"

He looks at him now, and that's when Taehyung could really see that glass of eyes staring back at him filled of that pure vulnerability , "They got so pissed for what you did to him, and I settled the problem while you were gone and that's why nothing has happened to you. If they, or even others out there, knew you were something more to me.... They'd kill you Taehyung."

A nerve of shivers runs down Taehyung's spine like trinkets of water droplets, feeling like all the breath was punched out of his body.

Dead.... Taehyung would've been dead by now.

Or hunted down.

Shit.

This is the first time Minho is being brutally honest with him, and Taehyung was definitely not prepared for it.

Shaking his head now, Taehyung blinks, "Who is 'they' that you keep referring to? And how did you get in problems with them?"

That must've been Minho's limit because his gaze grew dim, jaw twitching a little before he shakes his own head, "I.... Shit - You know the type of people we would involve ourselves with Little Karma. No doubt I pissed one of them off and that's why they were being a bitch, but like I said I've handled it. So you and I are okay now."

"Are we?" Taehyung whispers, maybe a bit too hostile, "Because it just sounds like we can't even be together without that being an instant initial for a target to my head."

Gently Minho takes Taehyung's hand, grimacing to the words, "The second anyone finds out how valuable you are to me, they will find some way to fuck us up with that information. Whether it's by using you to get to me, kill you or me - I don't know. That's why I've been trying to keep my distance because I swear on my life Taehyung if you ever get dragged into something like that, I will kill someone."

Oh wow.... The irony.

Taehyung gulps, a little bit nervous now to be seen through, so he breaks their eye contact to stare at the coffee table, "What if.... These people that you mentioned, ever get to me and tell me something about you, and it manages to convince me..... And I side with them, would you understand me?"

His answer determines everything.

Literally everything from what happens here on forward.

Minho studies Taehyung closely, squeezing his hand, "If you ever side with someone just to spite me..... I would never forgive you for that," And Taehyung snaps his eyes to him, "Because the moment you decide to do betray me, you already broke our friendship and trust when you could've just simply have asked me for the truth."

Hm, right.

"Well, what if it's something personal to you? Huh?" Taehyung fires back now, face tense, "Something you wouldn't dare tell me?"

Now Minho narrows his eyes, "There's nothing in this world I wouldn't tell you Taehyung."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Positive?"

"And you wouldn't pull a fake façade with me, pretending to be someone you're not?"

"Whoever I am with you, has always been me. I don't fake around," Minho says bluntly, keeping his tone still, "If I don't tell you something it's either because you never ask or I didn't want you to know because, as you said, it's personal but I could tell you eventually. It's all about communicating with me, you know this."

It cannot be that easy.

Come on, who is he fooling?

Taehyung removes his hand from Minho's, jaw clenched, "Oh really?" He challenges, "Alright then tell me Minho, do you run a gang, or part of one? A person doesn't just get chased down for no reason."

Minho did not twitch an emotion, "No."

"Is your family part of a business?"

"Yes."

"I mean involving guns and drug business," Taehyung says sourly, waiting for him to lie, "Like an empire. Being the reason as to why someone would be pissed at you enough to hold you at gun pointed?"

This took Minho a bit of time to answer, but he still didn't show a glint of an emotion while he processes Taehyung's words. It's almost like he shifted to interrogation mode, blocking out any surprise or sudden feelings that he could've been sensing to give himself away.

Or he just.... Has nothing to hide anymore.

And to Taehyung's surprise, he nods, "Yes they are."

"And you..."

"I'm the heir, well one of them," He responds, still calm, "I would be in charge of removing problems, like how they do. That's why people don't typically like me, or come after me - I don't give mercy when I'm sent to handle an issue, so those angry people are probably pissy friends or family out for revenge."

He's being honest.

But... Why?

Why is he being honest?

Taehyung tightens his lips together, not giving in so easily yet, "Why did you lie to me in the first place?"

"When did I ever lie to you Taehyung?" Minho sighs, his stare now bore into his, "Keeping a part of me and lying are two different things. I have been honest with you, I just don't tell you everything unless you ask me."

He.... Has a point.... That wouldn't be considered lying.

Shit he has been honest.

He isn't lying.

And the one lying here is Taehyung. He is betraying him, trying to get close to him to use him and get information. Who knows what that boss at the club would do with that information.

If Minho's saying the truth, Taehyung owes it to him too. Maybe they can figure out a plan later on to how to keep each other safe, or just something, anything.

It's better than lying to his face about this secret.

Taehyung felt like throwing up now though, but he had to push that anxiety back as he stares at Minho, frowning, "Minho.... I-"

"Save it," Minho said, getting to his feet now with a heavy huff, "That's enough opening up that I can handle for one night. I'm just going to.... Look if you want to stop talking to me after this, I'll completely understand-"

"No," Taehyung says, getting to his feet in a bit of panic, "I'm not walking out of your life so easily, you know this. No matter how much you try to fight me off. I would do anything for our friendship."

Including risking it, just so you can be safe.

Safe.

Flashbacks of that meeting flew Taehyung's mind, making him want to punch something by how agitated he is. The boss clearly said, if they don't do this, he will kill them. It's not something they can run away from.

Minho said it clear, if Taehyung sides with the enemy, he will never forgive him...

He can't lose Minho, in both ways, he can't.

Fuck, why is this so damn complicated.

He has to talk to Jeongguk and Jimin about this. They have to figure something out.

Minho stares at him for a moment, suddenly clasping his hands to Taehyung's jaw, "Are you sure? Even if I'm the heir of an illegal empire? You seem to be way to calm about this and I still wonder as to how did you even know-"

Taehyung leans and smashes their lips together, moving his lips against his aggressively with a hand to Minho's chest. The man quickly forget whatever the fuck he was going to say, responding back just as hungrily as him with hands to his waist with a tight grip.

Roughly Taehyung suddenly pushes him down to the couch, "No more talking," And he removes his shirt before straddling Minho's lap, "And you better not leave me when the sun rises."

Minho chuckles, pressing pecks after pecks to Taehyung's lips, "As long as you say my name while your sweet boyfriends into fuck you, just as I will right now."

"We're nothing serious, just a thing," Taehyung corrects, grinning, "But sounds like a deal."

Oh he's such a horrible person.

So fucking horrible.

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A/N:

Well at least we got to know a bit of Taehyung and Minho's friendship thing.

And the irony that he was honest about it.

Let's see what Taehyung decides to do.

I PURPLE YOU! <33