Yoongi stood framed in the doorway, the glass of water he was holding five seconds previously in pieces all over the floor.

Taehyung leapt out of the bed and started fumbling for clothes. Yoongi ignored him, as if he were some sort of pest. He moved towards Jimin, his lip trembling, his face livid with rage.

He removed his jacket and threw it on top of the blonde boy, who cowered at the sight.

"PARK JIMIN. I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR THE PAST FIFTEEN MINUTES, AND THIS IS HOW I FIND YOU!? FUCKING WITH SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T EVEN CARE ABOUT YOU! HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKING LYING TO ME? OR IS IT FUN FOR YOU, TO HAVE YOUR FEELINGS PLAYED WITH?"

"Yoongi...no, please. I didn't mean-"

"YOU DIDN'T MEAN? BIG DEAL! I RUN AROUND, FRANTIC, WONDERING WHERE YOU COULD BE BECAUSE YOU'RE DRUNK AS HELL, AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO?"

"Why does it matter to you? You're not his boyfriend," Taehyung spoke from the shadows, having put his clothes back on. He was eyeing Yoongi with a weird sort of expression.

"So what if I'm not? I fucking care about him and his feelings, unlike you!"

"I care about him too!" Taehyung shouted, hands clenching in anger again. "If you'd only listen! I care about Jimin more than anything in the world!"

"Prove it," Yoongi said, his voice quietening down, turning dangerous. "Tell me what you've done for him."

"I..."

Taehyung wanted to argue, but Yoongi had a point. Defeated, he turned to Jimin, who'd managed to put on his clothes while the other two were arguing.

"Jimin, please. Believe me. Tell him," Taehyung said, a pleading note in his voice.

He tried to move towards the older boy when Yoongi immediately pulled him away, seizing him by the collar. The boy was shorter than him, and yet the way he held Taehyung made him cower.

"What in the world are you trying to do?" Yoongi said, in a voice barely above a whisper, yet steely, carrying the hint of a threat.

"Leave us alone, Yoongi," Taehyung said, wishing the boy would go away. Yoongi was a friend too, but right now, Taehyung didn't care. He was interfering between him and Jimin. And he'd walked in on them.

"I won't," Yoongi said, in the same voice, pushing Taehyung away. "Both of you're drunk as hell, you're out of your minds. With only emotion powering you at this point, do you think I can let you two be within three feet of each other, after everything that happened? You've done enough damage, Taehyung, don't increase it tonight."

"I'm here to sort it out! I love Jimin, and I was an idiot! I was scared, alright? Most of teammates are homophobes, and I was afraid they'd taunt me for this. I know a made a mistake and I'm trying to make it better."

"By fucking him?" Yoongi laughed, a high pitched, dangerous, yet bitter laugh. "There you go, Kim Taehyung. Being scared didn't give you the right to say stuff about Jimin. Perhaps you wouldn't have said that, if you cared enough," he said, taunting the younger boy. 

"One night of pleasure," he continued, "especially when neither of you two is in their right mind, will only lead to regrets. It won't sort your problems. I thought you were different from your teammates, but here we are. Stop hurting everyone, Kim Taehyung. Grow up." Yoongi looked fierce, and there was something about his aura in that moment that seemed very attractive. Jimin's heart was beating faster than usual.

What was happening to him?

Jimin's eyes darted between Yoongi and Taehyung, unable to comprehend his emotions, waves upon waves of confusion crashing over him, swirling inside his head, pulling him in, making him drown.

He was drunk. Really drunk. Atleast that was something he could understand.

"C'mon Jimin," Yoongi said, seizing the blonde boy's wrist and dragging him out of the door. "We have to go home."

Jimin quietly followed Yoongi outside, not speaking a word while Yoongi kept scolding him about how really stupid he was.

Yoongi loved him so much. What was he doing? Why was he hurting his best friend like this? Yoongi hadn't done anything wrong. Why did he have to suffer with him? And Taehyung...did he really mean what he said tonight? Or was it really a pathetic lie as Yoongi had tried to imply? Was he trying to play with his feelings again?

Jimin's head hurt. He stopped walking and sank down to the floor, holding his head in his hands.

"Jimin? Jimin, what's wrong? The car's right ahead, c'mon. Walk a bit more, please," Yoongi said, panic in his voice, trying to lift the blonde boy up.

Yoongi cares. Yoongi loves him. Yoongi...he's so attractive. The same words kept swirling in Jimin's brain as Yoongi lifted him to his feet.

He would probably regret it when he woke up the next day, but right now, he didn't care. In the moment, he wanted to do it, so he did.

Jimin kissed Yoongi.

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I made popcorn today. Anyone wants some?