The sunlight filtered through the windows, bathing the room in a bright golden glow. Jimin's eyes fluttered open and he looked around, trying to take in his surroundings.

He had a dull, pounding ache in his head, and he looked befuddled. He put his head between his hands, blocking out the light, trying to get his thoughts straight.

The events of last night rushed back to him.

He and Taehyung...

Oh fuck.

No.

They didn't really do it, did they? How the hell would he face Taehyung now? He'd been so drunk, he had no idea what he had been doing. Taehyung had said something, but it had been hard to remember. All he remembered was that Taehyung had looked utterly hot, and Jimin had had a hard time getting his hormones in control. Well, he hadn't managed to control them at all.

But Taehyung had seemed...sad. He seemed sorry. Was he sorry towards Jimin? It didn't feel like it, because Jimin remembered that Yoongi and Taehyung had had an argument about it.

It was confusing.

Speaking of Yoongi, the boy wasn't to be seen anywhere. The other side of the bed didn't look slept in, so Jimin wondered where he might be.

As the blonde boy trundled down the stairs, he saw Yoongi asleep on the couch, curled up like a kitten. His soft brown hair looked dusty golden in the sunlight. To Jimin, the brunet looked positively adorable.

Yoongi stirred and sat up, his eyes still tightly shut. A small pout adorned his lips as if he were a baby asking for kisses.

Wait.

Kisses?

Jimin suddenly remembered that he'd kissed Yoongi the night before. In all his drunk glory, it must've been very exciting, he didn't know. But right now, he was extremely embarrassed, wondering how Yoongi must've taken it. Jimin let out a small squeak of despair, making Yoongi look over at him. The brunet panicked, saying a hasty 'good morning' to Jimin before rushing off to wash up. Jimin was left standing alone, wishing he could dig a hole and bury himself in it forever. 

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Taehyung had woken up with a bad headache and an even worse heartache. The sight of Jimin in a black dress shirt, his cheeks tinged crimson, looking up at Taehyung with his bright eyes had demanded an impossible level of self-control. But what they had done would in no way improve their relationship, Yoongi had made sure of pointing it out. 

Not only that, but Jimin had also kissed Yoongi a few minutes after, crashing all hope Taehyung had had. He'd only wanted to get away from all the noise. He'd never imagined he'd witness that. Jimin had moved on very easily, it seemed.

It was a Saturday, and he wanted nothing more than to go to the art gallery for a few hours. The once blank canvases were now drenched in various colours channelled through the heart of the artist, guided by emotions that stir the soul to loving bonds, and with the sort of imagination that is free and child-like in its sense of wonder and joy. The magical complexity of life stood on the walls in the form of all those paintings Taehyung so deeply adored. Just looking at them cleared his mind and calmed him down. It inspired him; resonated the deepest meanings in his mind.

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Taehyung admired the painting of a black rose for the millionth time, his eyes moving along each curve as it fanned across the canvas. It was wilting, a few lifeless petals dropping down into the unknown beyond the confines of the canvas. Yet it was the most beautiful painting for him. He was the rose, dark and haunted, yet so attractive for everyone who looked at him. But he was wilting, dying inside. For he had never felt so strongly about someone. Park Jimin wasn't anyone, he was special. 

It had started off as a mere attraction, the boy was too irresistible. But over the time Taehyung had realised how much he meant to him. The way he yearned for Jimin's soft touch, the way his stomach erupted in butterflies whenever those soft pink lips called his name, the way he found comfort in Jimin's presence like nowhere else.

All of it seemed to be slipping away, for neither of them knew what to do and what to believe. It was a constant cycle of yearning, explaining, fighting and getting away. It seemed to be getting nowhere.

And someone observing Taehyung from afar seemed a bit too happy with everything. Taehyung was already distressed, and now was the time to drop the bomb on him.

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Lmao who's gonna drop the bomb?

I was gonna update this part yesterday but
Moms yknow?

I have my phone back tho, and I'll be putting another update a few hours later.

I love y'all :D

Love,
TreasureKoo <3