Jongsuk was healed in a day, Taehyung was surprised, but not so much because he remembered his words "I'm a big boy, this is nothing." And Taehyung had giggled and corrected him that no, he's not a boy, he's a grown ass man.

They were sitting in the dinner table when Jongsuk brought said "Taehyung have you gained weight?" He asked, eyebrows knitting together as he took in Taehyung form. Considering that they were sitting on the dinner table he couldn't see much other than the upper half of his body, Taehyung still felt awkward. Jongsuk was like a animal eyeing his prey, seeing if it was worth hunting or no. From the corner of his eyes he had seen Yoongi and Hoseok glancing at each other. Namjoon was outright staring at Taehyung- which he stopped because Yoongi nudged him. J's eyebrows were furrowed, he was staring intently at the food in front of him. Fork tightly clutched in his hand but he didn't dare look up.

"Yes you have. You're more chubbier." Jongsuk said finally placing his spoon down on the plate.

"He's cute nonetheless." Hoseok dared to say but quickly averted his gaze when Jongsuk looked at him sharply.

"Sorry." He apologised.

Jongsuk took the chopsticks from his hand and placed him on the table harshly. He stood up to grab Taehyung's wrist and dragged him towards their room. "You're not eating today and tomorrow" Taehyung blinked up at him but didn't utter a word as Jongsuk dragged him away.

There was pin drop silence in the dining room after the two men left. Yoongi could heat J's ragged breathes. "This is fucked up hyung." J finally snapped looked towards Yoongi, then Hosoek and Namjoon.

Namjoon sighed "I know, but it's not like we can do anything, Taehyung is his, his property, his husband, we're practically no one to give any of our opinion in between. You saw how he looked at Hoseok - you're very brave by the way" Namjoon said glancing at Hosoek who looked down towards his food again "he wouldn't have hesitated to kill him if he hadn't apologised."

"Taehyung's not anyone's- or Jongsuk's property." J said icily and Yoongi raised his eyebrow "but he is Taehyung's husband." And that seemed to shut J up. Because yes, they were married and J had no absolute say in anything.

"I wish he would've died when the bullet hit him." J mumbled under his breathe, but it was loud enough for his friends to hear.

"Do you, by any chance like Taehyung?" Namjoon asked slowly staring at J's face, testing his reaction. J stilled, he blinked, once twice before he abruptly got up from his chair and walked away.

Do I like him? J asked himself as he walked towards his room. This was insane, but there was no other explanation for what he felt, maybe he did like Taehyung, but what now? It's not like he can go after what he wants.

He's so fucked.

But he was sure Taehyung deserved better than Jongsuk. Deserved someone who would treat him well, someone who would love his chubby cheeks, love the way he is. Love him more than just his body.

He stopped on his tracks when he heard shouting from Jongsuk's room. He tried not to listen to what they're talking about but then he heard Taehyung's pained cry before the door swung open, startling J, revealing a disgruntled Jongsuk. J opened his mouth to say something but Jongsuk glared, telling him to fuck off.

J's eyes followed when Jongsuk removed a lock from his pocket, and locking the door, shoving the key in his pocket.

"I'll be out for a while." Jongsuk said before walking away. He turned back as he rounded the corner "try not to talk to Tae."

J gave a small nod but he knew he was not gonna listen to him. So, as soon as J heard him walking down the stairs he stepped closer to the door and knocked softly, once. "Taehyung are you okay?" He asked, worry laced in his tone. He heard footsteps walking towards him.

"I'm okay." A voice came from the other side of the door. He could hear Taehyung leaving against the door and slumping down on the ground. He did the same.

"You're still there?" Taehyung asked from the other side.

"Yes." J said as he leaned his head towards the door.

"I'm sorry I can't give you food, he's locked it." J said playing with the hem of his shirt.

"It's okay. I'm not that hungry anyway." Taehyung said after a while. J smiled sadly "you don't have to lie, I wish I could help."

Taehyung didn't say anything then. But J could hear his whimpers as he cried on the other side. He was itching to break this door down, comfort the other man. But in the end, he was just someone living in their house, just someone trying to intrude, just someone wanting something he can't have.

"Do you still love him?" J asked finally, the question he'd been itching to ask since forever. Taehyung was quite for awhile. The only sound between them was of Taehyung's ragged breaths.

"No." Taehyung finally answered and J sighed, feeling that heavy weight on shoulders drop. The knots in his chest untangling.

"But I still care enough. I care enough to not leave him." Taehyung said, his voice cracking in the end.

J laughed, mockingly. "You won't, one day."

"I hope."

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