Siblings

Queen:
So

Queen:
How's that lip Yeosang?👀

Gem:
Shut up 😑

Raven:
Gem, that was so uncalled for to fight with Jimin😒

Gem:
Well excuse me that his presence practically asked for it ☺️☺️

Raven:
He's my friend

Raven:
Leave him alone, got it

Gem:
Whatever

Queen:
Maybe put a little ice on the cut-

Gem:
LISA!😡

Queen:
😂😂😂

Raven:
Can you guys stop talking!😤😤

Raven:
My phone keeps buzzing and these two are sleeping

Queen:
Put it on silent?

Raven:
I have an alarm on because I want to make them breakfast 🥺

Gem:
I'm going to barf🤢

Gem:
Are you guys going out tomorrow?

Raven:
Yeah, why?

Gem:
Ah yes! I have the house to myself🤩🤩

Queen:
About to get freaky with your little boyfriend?😝

Gem:
Let that be my business, thanks🙂

Raven:
Okay I'm out✌️

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Yeosang's Messages

Hwanwoong:
Are you kidding me?

Yeosang:
What did I do now?

Hwanwoong:
A fight? Yeosang come on

Yeosang:
I know I know

Yeosang:
Couldn't help myself

Haanwoong:
Is there something you're not telling me?

Yeosang:
You know everything babe

Yeosang:
I'm tired, we'll talk later on okay?

Yeosang:
Love you

Hwanwoong:
Hmm love you

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Jimin's eye fucking hurts.

It's no doubt that it's because of this beautiful new beauty Mark on his face, and unfortunately it fucking aches that won't even let him sleep properly!

Stupid asshole.

Always having to make shit complicated for no damn reason.

Unable to handle it anymore, Jimin peels himself off the two bodies cuddling onto him, fanning himself to how hot it is while gently moving across the room and to the door.

Hopefully Jeongguk wouldn't mind if Jimin finessed some ice for his wound, or a damn popsicle. Just something cold.

Through the midst of his journey to the kitchen, Jimin sends a text to Taemin, who's surprisingly still awake. Seems like the FIFA match is still going on and continuing for a while more, not ending anytime soon for these competitive idiots. So Jimin only tells him to get rest while he looks through the fridge for some ice.

Good news, he found it,

Bad news, this fridge is fucking huge and it's all the way in the back.

Marvelous.

Jimin puts his phone away and instantly tried to reach for the stupid ice cube tray. He even got on his toes and tried to reach but only barely grazing it with his fingertips.

You've got to be kidding me.

He didn't want to use anything else here because that's all food, he just needs ice.

So he looks around the kitchen and see the bar stools against the island. He was extremely hesitant to even stop on it and instead tries once again to take the tray.

Suddenly a hand towers over his, moving past his reach fingers to clasp the ice tray and take it out.

Right Jeongguk is a light sleeper.

Jimin turns his head to thank the ravenette, but automatically tensed up to who he saw instead.

Oh his night gets luckier and luckier.

Yeosang doesn't look at Jimin's direction as he closes the fridge and moves wordlessly to the counter with the tray, going to take a few ice cubes out to put it in a small hand towel.

Oh now he wants to be generous?

Jimin had to roll his eyes, lips pursed in a deep scowl, "I could do it you know?"

The mullet haired boy pauses, slowly craning his head towards Jimin with eyebrows furrowed distastefully.

"Oh, you think this is for you?" Yeosang ventures to the ice sarcastically, smiling forcefully before pointing a finger to his bottom lip, "You seemed to have forgotten the beauty mark you left on me sweetheart."

Automatically Jimin's hand balled to a fist, teeth gritting up and unable to help himself from storming beside the boy; who's indifferently putting the ice on the cloth and tying it up.

"That wouldn't have happened if you didn't throw the first punch!"

Yeosang snaps his head towards Jimin, eyes narrowed angrily, "You act as though you weren't planning the same thing," He huffs and places the cloth over his lips, wincing to the coldness but kept it there with eyes focusing against in a glare, "Take the ice and go."

"You leave."

"This is my house."

Jimin was just about to make a snarky remark back if it wasn't for the fact that Yeosang slammed the pack of ice he had to Jimin's eye, pressing on it to the point Jimin yelped to the pain.

But Yeosang grabs Jimin's hand and places it over the pack for him to hold, "Take the damn ice and leave! Please! Fuck you're so damn annoying."

This type of attitude-

How much Jimin hates when someone gives him this suckish attitude in person.

Even Taemin new better.

So angrily Jimin slams the pack of ice to the counter, his glare more intensifying than before, "Damn, did I break your heart that bad huh?"

Oh Jimin was playing with deadly cards now, but he doesn't want to have problems with anyone while he's with Taemin.

He wants to change for the better.....

And this shithead is making it impossible to do so.

Yet his words did get a reaction, and obviously not a good one. Yeosang's grip on the tray tightens, his jaw clenching to the point it looked like the nerve popping would explode at any moment.

Once again did he look at Jimin, this time his entire body to face him with arms crossed to show better the busted lip and bruise on his cheek bone from the fight.

"Can't break something that was never there."

"You honestly think I'm an idiot?" Jimin chuckles drily, crossing his own arms too, "You want to hate me so bad don't you? Does your tender soul still feel a little spark between us?"

Taemin has always advised Jimin that he shouldn't provoke or be smug to get the answers he wants, but that's truly what Jimin can do to get something out of this kid.

And Jimin wants answers.

He could be wrong and is interpreting this entirely the wrong way, but his gut never fails him.

He knows he not wrong.

Yeosang didn't seem fazed by Jimin's words, If anything he looked even more bored.

"There's a difference between hate and dislike," He responds back calmly, a sickly cold and stern calm, somehow waving an intimidating aura that made Jimin take a wary step back, "I don't like you, and I have my reasons to."

Jimin was not going to let his guard drop.

Absolutely not.

He stands straight up and keeps his head high, his lips now twitching to a smirk, "Because you use to like me, right?"

Now Yeosang is growing annoyed, "No I didn't."

"Right, I bet it was freshmen year right?" Jimin taunts, stepping closer to see the way the other boy eye twitches in irritation, "Saw a upper class men hanging around the bad kids, got little church boy drawn to that right? But who would ever notice a quiet and shy boy like him, right? So you decided to hate me instead, move along to a new little boy yet still hate me for never noticing how obsessed you were with me-"

A hand slaps against Jimin's lips. The force of it was so hard and abruptly yet that wasn't what had his throat hitch from oxygen. It was how Yeosang trapped Jimin at the corner between the counter and the wall wall, no where to escape and forcing to see his heaving raging eyes and snarling teeth of an animal.

Angry, he's so angry.

Yeosang's other hand is gripping the back of Jimin's head, keeping him in place with his hand still clutched tight on his lips, pressing his fingers against his cheeks tightly to the point Jimin just knows red marks will be left as a reminder there.

By now Yeosang is heaving angry pants, glaring through Jimin's eyes as he leans closer to his face.

"You know nothing about me," Yeosang growls underneath his breath, his finger pressing harder against Jimin's skin, "You may think you know everything but you're wrong. I don't like you because of who you are! This, what you did now, just proves to me you're not any different from anyone else of your little groupie. Not everything revolves around you! If you want to start new without problems than just stay out of my way, and I promise you won't hear from me again."

Jimin sinks in his words. He sinks it in heavily as he glances between Yeosang's piercing eyes, only left to gulp thickly to the complete intimidation behind the boy's voice.

Even if he wanted to and wasn't restrained by Yeosang's hand, Jimin couldn't say anything to that. Sure, many people have challenged him before or have spoken back, but this kid is so angry with him.

Or with himself?

What did Jimin do to make him like this with him? Or did anyone from his crew?

He's going to have to dig into it because sure, not everything revolves around them, but there must be something more as to why Yeosang doesn't like Jimin specifically.

There's more to this story than it shows, clearly.

His eyes show what his lips can't say.

Yeosang didn't move, making sure Jimin got into his head what he said before he did slowly remove his hand from his lips.

His soft fingers brushed against the smooth texture of Jimin's lips, forcing shiver down the Jimin's spine to the subtle and accidental touch. Their gazes never once left each other, only, studying the emotions hidden underneath that they clearly tried to hide.

Almost like a mirror.

Then Jimin felt Yeosang's hand remove itself from his soft hair from the back of his head, once against his fingers subtly running through the soft strands before letting it drop completely.

The air is thicker than it has ever been before, and it was almost like it was drawing and pushing them back. Jimin couldn't move, his breath now delicate shutters past his parted lips as the other male still studied between his eyes.

When his gaze suddenly flickered to his plump pink lips, that's when it all snapped.

Yeosang tears his eyes completely away from Jimin, forcing the tension to be cut right down the middle. He abandoned the ice cubes back on the counter and just left, leaving Jimin alone.

When Yeosang officially left the kitchen, Jimin gasps a breath and leans back to the counter, pressing a hand to his chest where his heart is accelerating so quickly as though he's been running the track.

What the fuck just happened?!

Without even thinking it twice, Jimin snatches out his phone and dials Taemin's number, not caring if he's disturbing his stupid game before bringing the phone to his ear.

After a few rings he answers.

"Gatita? It's late-"

"Meet me somewhere, anywhere please," Jimin shutters through his breath as he storms to the front door, changing to his shoes and swinging the hoodie hanged up over his body.

"Yeah yeah of course, um.... Want to just go to my dorm?"

Jimin is already out of the front door, "I have to come back, let's just go for a walk by the river."

"Send me your currently location, I'll meet you half way."

"Thank you bebé," Jimin whispers and hangs up, putting his hood up and began his walk out with his mind fumbling to many things at once.

What the fuck just happened?

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A/N:
Just to make things clear, Jisang won't be together in this book. However, what's going on here right now not only with Jisang but also with 2Min is a little hint to a future book after this......

Okay okay this time I'm going to sleep for sure haha

I PURPLE YOU! <33