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"~~Land in Miam- Ouch" Taehyung winced when he was pinned to the wall.

Its been a week since that night and when Taehyung woke up next morning to an empty space next to him. He saw a mess of cum on the bedsheet but he didn't find a drop of blood anywhere. So he took a guess that Hiya wasn't virgin at all. Who cares?

But he cared.

No.

Not for her.

But for Jimin.

That evening, Jimin entered the living room, a suitcase gripped tightly in his hand, startling the other four who were lounging around, their chatter abruptly silenced. The atmosphere shifted as their eyes widened in surprise, confusion knitting their brows together. Jimin's resolve was palpable, and with a steady voice, he announced, "I miss my fathers and I'm going to pay them a visit."

The words hung in the air like a heavy fog, and the reactions were immediate. Yoongi's expression darkened, concern etched into his features as he took a step forward, a protective instinct igniting within him. "Jimin, wait. You can't just leave like this. We need to talk about everything that's happened," he urged, his voice steady but laced with urgency.

Jeongguk and Seokjin exchanged worried glances, the tension in the room thickening. Jeongguk, typically the more carefree of the group, felt a knot of anxiety form in his stomach. "Hyung, please don't go. We're here for you. We can figure this out together," he implored, his youthful face marred with worry.

But Jimin stood firm, his gaze unwavering, the suitcase almost a shield against their concern. "I need to do this," he insisted, his voice rising above the growing murmur of protests. "You don't understand. I need to see them. I can't stay here and pretend everything is fine when it's not. I miss them a lot"

And when Taehyung started to speak, Jimin came and hugged him, taking him by surprise. "I need a little time with them. I've been terribly missing them and don't worry I'll be back in a month." Thats what he said  before giving a forehead peck to Taehyung.

Taehyung didn't understand why he felt a pang in his chest, a heavy weight that settled there as he watched Jimin prepare to leave. There was something behind that tight-lipped smile, an unspoken farewell that felt like it was suffocating him. Jimin looked so fragile, his eyes glossed over with emotions that remained just beneath the surface, but Taehyung respected his need for space, even as it left a gaping hole in his heart.

It had been two weeks since that day, and everything felt dull in Jimin's absence. The laughter that usually filled their shared spaces had faded, leaving behind an echoing silence that only magnified Taehyung's restlessness. He found himself moving through each day in a fog, boredom seeping into every aspect of his life. Even the usual distractions, like hanging out with friends, felt hollow without Jimin by his side. It was as if a crucial part of his world had been snatched away, and he couldn't quite figure out how to navigate the emptiness.

Now, back in the present, Taehyung was jolted from his thoughts as he felt someone grab him from behind. Instinctively, he swiftly slipped away from the grip, twisting his arms to break free from the hold. "What the fuck, hoesuck! What do you think of yourself?" he snapped, annoyance coloring his voice. The irritation that bubbled up was almost a reflex, a defense mechanism to mask the worry that had been gnawing at him since Jimin left.

He turned to face his captor, his expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. The sight of them, someone he considered beneath him, only added fuel to his irritation. Taehyung's heart was still racing, a remnant of the adrenaline from the surprise attack, but he couldn't shake the underlying feelings that clung to him like a shadow.

"What the fuck do you think you're? A king? How dare you? *slap*" Hoseok slapped right across Taehyung's face.

Within a blink of any eye, Hoseok was now laying on the ground while hard kicks were pointed towards his stomach making him cry in pain.

Hoseok kicked Taehyung , making him fall flat and punched on his chest and smirked but suddenly, he was the one who was recieving hard kicks.

"ahhh HELP....ahhh..LEAVE ME-" the boy begged but Taehyung didn't leave him, he took Hoseok by his collar and made him stand up then punched him right across his jaw.

By now, many students had crowded around, their whispers mingling with gasps, but nobody dared to intervene in the escalating confrontation. The air was thick with anticipation, the onlookers frozen in a mix of fear and fascination. They could sense the brewing storm, the uncontained fury radiating off Taehyung as he faced off against his opponent. Yet, despite the crowd, they couldn't risk someone getting hurt right in front of their eyes.

Panic set in as they began searching for Jimin, hoping he would appear to defuse the situation as he had done so many times before. But as the seconds ticked by, it became painfully clear that this time, there was no Jimin to save anyone from Taehyung's wrath. The realization struck like a thunderclap—without Jimin, they were all adrift in this chaos.

"Someone call Jin and Jeongguk!" a voice shouted, urgency spilling into the mix. With a collective sigh of relief, a few students hurried off, knowing that the two would know how to handle Taehyung when he was like this.

Moments later, Jin arrived, his demeanor calm but his eyes betraying his concern. "Leave him, Tae," he said firmly as he stepped between Taehyung and the other student, trying to create a barrier of reason. But Taehyung, fueled by anger, merely shoved Jin aside, the movement showcasing not just his physical strength but the emotional turmoil he was grappling with.

"Taehyung, stop this right now!" Jeongguk shouted, his voice rising above the chaos as he tried to step forward. But the moment he locked eyes with Taehyung, the intensity of that glare was enough to freeze him in place. Jeongguk felt a chill run down his spine; Taehyung's fury was palpable, a wild energy that crackled in the air between them.

Jeongguk hesitated, weighing the risks. He could see the turmoil behind Taehyung's eyes—this wasn't just a fight; it was a manifestation of everything he had been holding back since Jimin left. Taehyung's fists were clenched, his muscles taut as if he were coiling for a strike, and Jeongguk understood in that moment that he needed to tread carefully.

"Just think for a second, Tae," Jin pleaded, his voice steady but filled with urgency. "This isn't you. This isn't what Jimin would want."

But Taehyung stood there, caught between the urge to unleash his pent-up anger and the flickering remnants of his sanity. The absence of Jimin felt like a void that threatened to consume him, leaving him struggling to find a foothold in this chaos.

The crowd held its breath, waiting for something to give, and in that tense silence, the gravity of the moment hung heavy in the air, urging them all to confront the chaos they were too afraid to challenge.

In a way or another, the rest three brothers have always felt that Taehyung is the most dominant one out of the four. He always proves  his aura far more dangerous and intimidating.

"Get the fuck out!" the guards screamed, their voices cutting through the chaos like a knife, but their words barely registered amidst the escalating tension. Students scrambled to obey, but the fight drew them in, a magnetic pull that kept them rooted in place, even as fear flickered in their eyes.

On the other hand, Jeongguk's instincts kicked in as he realized they were running out of time. He swiftly pulled out his phone, capturing a small clip of the chaotic scene unfolding before him. As he pressed send, his heart raced with urgency. Now only Jimin can stop this freakin' mad Taehyung, he thought, desperately hoping that Jimin would be able to intervene, that his presence alone could diffuse the situation like it had so many times before.

Jeongguk's mind raced with memories of Jimin's calm demeanor, how he could weave through emotions with a grace that seemed almost magical. Jimin had a way of connecting with Taehyung that no one else could. Without him, Jeongguk felt the weight of the moment pressing down harder, every second ticking by like a countdown to disaster.

As he watched Taehyung and the other student, the ferocity in Taehyung's eyes was unnerving. Jeongguk swallowed hard, knowing he had to do something more than just stand back and hope for the best. But what could he do? He felt powerless, a spectator in a storm that threatened to swallow them all.

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The winds blew hard, brushing swiftly against Jimin's angelic face, causing a few strands of hair to dance around him like delicate whispers. He was fully immersed in his art, eyes concentrated on the canvas before him, where strokes of fine paint were layered meticulously in vibrant patterns. Each movement of his brush was intentional, a form of expression that allowed him to channel the chaos within into something beautiful. He used his thumb to smudge the shiny paint, blending colors to achieve a rich effect, as if he were bringing the canvas to life.

The sun cast warm light over the scene, illuminating Jimin's features and creating an ethereal glow around him. He took a step back, a sense of satisfaction washing over him as he admired his work. "...and done for today," he murmured, a serene smile breaking across his peaceful face, a reflection of the joy he found in creating. With a gentle motion, he placed the brush in a bowl full of water, the colors swirling together in a beautiful chaos, just like his thoughts.

As he looked down at his hands and his bare chest, Jimin couldn't help but smile at the sight. His skin was a canvas in its own right, splattered with patches of paint in various hues—vivid blues, warm yellows, and soft pinks. Each splash told a story of his creative journey, a testament to the hours spent pouring his heart into each piece. The paint felt like a second skin, and he reveled in the messiness of it all, a stark contrast to the polished, orderly world around him.

In this moment, surrounded by the sweet scent of paint and the gentle rustling of leaves, Jimin felt a sense of freedom. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted, leaving him light and unburdened.

"God! Can't I be a little more careful? Silly me." He scolded himself , he took a towel and put it on his body .

"Well, good morning, little Kim," V said with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with affection as he stepped into the sunlit room.

Jimin returned the greeting, a bright smile spreading across his face. "Good morning, Dad," he replied, his voice filled with the warmth of familial love. The connection between them was palpable, a bond forged through shared laughter and countless memories.

V's gaze shifted to the canvas, his expression shifting to one of curiosity. "Is that you and Tae?" he asked, tilting his head slightly as he observed the vibrant painting that dominated the space. The colors seemed to come alive, telling a story only Jimin could fully understand.

Jimin hummed in response, a hint of nostalgia lacing his tone. It was a piece inspired by memories—moments shared with Taehyung that felt both cherished and bittersweet. The essence of their friendship, captured in swirling hues and intricate patterns, spoke volumes about their bond.

"You're missing your holy brothers?" V inquired, his voice gentle yet probing, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. He understood the weight of their shared history, the unbreakable ties that had woven them together through thick and thin.

Jimin nodded slowly, feeling a mixture of longing and sadness wash over him. "Yeah," he admitted, his gaze dropping to the floor as memories flooded his mind. "It's just... things have been different lately."

V stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on Jimin's shoulder. "Change can be hard, but it's important to remember that those bonds don't just disappear. They can be tested, but they can also be strengthened," he said, his tone filled with wisdom.

"To be honest, yeah. I do miss them a lot, especially Taehyung. I dont know how that dork manages to stay without me. " Jimin said with a pretty smile.

"Only two more weeks ,bub. Then you, me and namjoonie will go back there." V informed making Jimin smile.

In the two weeks since that fateful night, Jimin had gradually come to accept the reality of his situation. What was done was done, and no amount of wishing could change the past. Mourning over it seemed futile; the smart choice was to prevent those mistakes from crumbling the picture-perfect life he had always envisioned. Still, a heavy weight lingered in his heart—the longing for Taehyung. He missed him a lot, like a lot, lot, lot.

The first week had been a whirlwind of tears, guilt, and regret, each day blending into the next like a dark haze that enveloped him. It was a painful time, each sob echoing through the quiet corners of his room as he grappled with the weight of his emotions. That was until V found him sobbing in the middle of the night, the moonlight filtering through the window and casting shadows that mirrored the turmoil within him.

Jimin didn't fully divulge the details of his distress, but he dropped subtle hints, letting V grasp the essence of his pain without revealing too much. It was a delicate balance, one that allowed him to share without feeling exposed.

"Why are you crying, my little angel?" V had asked softly, settling beside him on the bed. His voice was soothing, like a gentle breeze that brushed away the remnants of Jimin's tears.

"I just... I don't know, Dad," Jimin had responded, his voice barely above a whisper, feeling the warmth of his father's presence wrap around him like a comforting blanket.

In those moments, Jimin felt the warmth of V's love, a beacon of trust that reassured him he could lean on his father. Jimin had always been a mama's boy, naturally gravitating toward Namjoon's gentle wisdom and nurturing presence. Namjoon had always been on his side, supporting him through thick and thin. Yet, V was different. When V tried to console him, Jimin felt an openness in their relationship that he hadn't fully explored before.

He had always seen Taehyung be so frank with V, sharing his thoughts and feelings without hesitation. Jimin admired that about their bond, but he had never dared to express himself in such a way. He loved Namjoon dearly, yet there was an invisible barrier that kept him from speaking openly, a fear of burdening him with his troubles.

But V's warm encouragement and understanding had begun to chip away at that barrier. Jimin found solace in the quiet moments they shared, the way V listened without judgment and offered comfort in the form of gentle words and steady presence.

As the days passed, Jimin gradually learned to embrace the concept of forgiveness—both for himself and for the situation he found himself in. It was a journey that required patience, and while he still missed Taehyung, he understood that healing wouldn't happen overnight.

With each passing day, he allowed himself to feel, to reflect, and to hope that maybe, just maybe, he could mend the rift that had formed between them. The memories of laughter and shared dreams flooded his mind, reminding him of the bond they had built over the years. Jimin knew that love was worth fighting for, even if the path forward felt uncertain.

It was a clumsy cover, but he knew it was the only way to broach the subject without revealing too much about his own turmoil.

V raised an eyebrow, a mix of concern and curiosity flickering in his eyes. "Ah, I won't say that it's normal. If they love each other, then it's gonna be a tough war among their feelings," he said thoughtfully, weighing the complexities of the situation.

"Dad, they d-don't love each other in that sense. It was all in a drunken state," Jimin clarified, his heart racing as he tried to keep his composure.

"Ah, I see..." V nodded slowly, his expression shifting to one of understanding. "If it's a drunken thing, then there's really no use punishing the sibling who doesn't have a single idea about it. They both can talk it out and end this awkwardness. Because one night is not longer than a whole life that they can spend as brothers. And my child," he added, a gentle smile spreading across his face, "feelings are tricky, so tell your friend to be careful. Once you catch feelings, they can be buried but never vanished. Hmm?"

Jimin felt a rush of gratitude for his father's wise words. V's perspective provided a sense of clarity amidst the chaos swirling in his mind. Just as he was about to express his thanks, he impulsively hugged V, unable to hold back the surge of emotion that welled up within him.

V gasped in surprise, wrapping his arms around Jimin, a tender smile gracing his lips. "So who is it?" he asked playfully, trying to lighten the mood while sensing the weight of Jimin's words.

Jimin frowned in confusion, caught off guard by the sudden shift in V's tone. "What do you mean?" he stammered, feeling a mix of anxiety and reluctance to answer.

"I mean who did you sleep with , Jimin?"

"D-dad, what are you saying?" Jimin stammered, his heart pounding in his chest.

"I'm your dad, not a stranger. I know my children better than they know themselves," V replied, his voice calm yet firm, a reassuring presence amidst Jimin's chaos.

Jimin's resolve crumbled at his father's words. "I-I... feel so guilty, Dad," he admitted, tears streaming down his cheeks as the weight of his emotions spilled forth. Each sob felt like a release, a way to let go of the burdens he had been carrying for far too long.

V's expression softened, and he pulled Jimin closer, wrapping his arms around him in a tight embrace. "It's okay, my little angel. Guilt is a heavy burden to bear, but you have to remember that everyone makes mistakes. What matters is how you choose to move forward from them."

Jimin buried his face in V's shoulder, the warmth of his father's love enveloping him like a cocoon.

"It's Jeongguk?" V asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"No! W-what made y-you assume that?" Jimin protested, a pretty pout forming on his lips, tears still flowing down his cheeks.

"I don't know! I was just taking guesses. Cause Jin has a boyfriend; he introduced Yoongi to us on a video call. Is it Taehyung?" V's eyes sparkled with mischief, as if he already had a hunch.

"U-umm, y-yes. He is the o-one," Jimin finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

V's expression shifted from playful to serious, and he leaned in closer, concern etched on his face. "Taehyung? You mean your brother?"

Jimin nodded, a fresh wave of guilt washing over him. "I didn't mean for it to happen, Dad. It was a mistake—a drunken mistake! I just don't know how to face him now."

"Just don't think about it anymore and remember that you both are brothers before anything. A few hours of a drunken mistake can't change your bond. Never ever try to replay the scenes  else you'll be trapped."

"o-okay dad"

"so do you love him a little bit even?"

"N-no not in t-that sense."

"okay good then. I know its absurd to hear but even if you do, I'll always support my children  as longs as it doesn't harm your happiness." V said as he caressed Jimin's face and wiped off his tears.

Jimin had been trying to follow his father's advice, and each passing day, he felt a little lighter than before. The weight of guilt that had once anchored him down was gradually lifting, and he found himself smiling more often. V's support had been a balm to his troubled heart, helping him navigate the turbulent waters of his emotions.

Jimin felt a swell of gratitude toward his father. "I really got the best dad," he thought, a smile tugging at his lips. But deep down, he couldn't help but chuckle at the thought that Namjoon was still the bestest for him.

"Shhh! V appa doesn't need to know that," he mused silently, a playful glint in his eye.

𖠌𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑜

Jimin's heart raced as he clicked play on the video Jeongguk had sent. The screen flickered to life, revealing a chaotic scene. His breath hitched as he recognized the familiar faces in the crowd, but his eyes locked onto Taehyung in the center of the chaos.

He could see the tension in Taehyung's posture, his fists clenched tightly as he confronted Hoseok. Jimin's stomach twisted into knots, each swing and shout echoing in his mind like a haunting melody. What's happening? Why is he fighting?

The video captured the ferocity of Taehyung's movements, his anger palpable even through the screen. Jimin could barely comprehend what was unfolding; it felt surreal. He couldn't imagine what could have triggered such a fight between them, especially with Hoseok, someone Taehyung usually laughed and joked with.

"Stop! Please stop!" Jimin found himself whispering, his voice barely escaping his lips as if his plea could somehow reach Taehyung. The scene intensified, and Jimin felt the adrenaline surge through his veins, as if he were standing there alongside his friend, wanting nothing more than to intervene.

He noticed the crowd's reaction, students stepping back, some recording, others shouting in disbelief. It was a spectacle, a nightmare that Jimin wished he could wake up from. The urge to jump into the screen, to pull Taehyung away from the chaos, gripped him tightly.

But the worst part came when he saw Taehyung land a punch that sent Hoseok stumbling. Jimin flinched, tears brimming in his eyes. What happened to my Taehyung? The person he knew, the one who always managed to light up the room with laughter and kindness, was now engulfed in rage.

His mind raced as he thought about everything that had happened in the past two weeks—the distance, the silence, the unbearable weight of guilt. Jimin had tried to convince himself that it was best to give Taehyung space, but watching this made him realize just how wrong that decision had been. He felt helpless and terrified, knowing he could have been there for Taehyung, that he should have been there to support him during whatever turmoil he was facing.

Jimin's heart ached with every blow exchanged on the screen. Each punch felt like it was landing on him, igniting a fire of frustration and sorrow within. He gripped his phone tighter, his knuckles turning white. The dynamic he had always cherished with Taehyung was shattering before his eyes, and he feared that once this storm passed, nothing would ever be the same again.

The fight raged on, and the crowd's energy fluctuated between shock and excitement, as if they were watching a reality show instead of witnessing a painful conflict between friends. "Why aren't you stopping this?" Jimin thought, anger bubbling inside him—not at Taehyung or Hoseok, but at himself for not being there to defuse the situation.

Jimin caught a glimpse of Hoseok, who looked stunned and slightly hurt, his face a mixture of confusion and anger. "What could possibly have caused this?" Jimin pondered. He wanted to scream, to demand answers, but all he could do was watch helplessly as the friendship he valued so deeply unraveled on-screen.

Then came the moment that made Jimin's heart drop. Hoseok managed to retaliate, landing a hit that sent Taehyung staggering backward. The video jolted, and Jimin's breath caught in his throat. "Tae!" he cried out, his voice thick with emotion. The thought of Taehyung getting hurt, physically or emotionally, was unbearable.

He glanced at the timer on the video, wishing it would end, but at the same time, he needed to know how it resolved. He felt the tears streaming down his cheeks, mixing with the anguish in his chest. He cursed himself for being so far away, for not being there to support his friend when he needed him the most.

Finally, the video came to an abrupt stop, leaving Jimin in a haze of emotions—confusion, fear, and an overwhelming urge to be there for Taehyung. Without thinking, he dialed Jeongguk's number, his heart racing with urgency.

"Jimin," Jeongguk answered, his voice laced with a mix of concern and weariness.

"Is Taehyung okay? What's going on?" Jimin blurted out, unable to contain his panic.

"Uh, he's fine now," Jeongguk replied, but the hesitation in his voice made Jimin's heart drop. "It's all stopped for the moment."

"But why were they fighting?" Jimin pressed, desperation creeping into his voice. "I should have been there. I can't believe I wasn't—"

"Jimin, it's complicated. I promise I'll explain everything later. Just—don't let our appa and dad know about this, alright?" Jeongguk said, his tone serious.

Jimin felt a wave of frustration wash over him. "Why are you hiding this? It's not just some stupid fight! I need to understand!" he exclaimed, feeling overwhelmed by the weight of uncertainty.

"I know, but I can't talk right now. Just trust me, okay? I'll fill you in when I can. Just... please don't worry too much," Jeongguk said, his voice softer now.

"I can't help it!" Jimin argued, his emotions boiling over. "I can't just sit back and wait! Tae needs me!"

" 3 days ,Jimin. Till then wait."- Jeongguk said firmly, cutting off the conversation. Jimin stared at the screen, feeling the hopelessness settle in.

" 3? Kook listen to me I wo-"

*beep beep*

He hung up, the silence in his room feeling deafening. The video replayed in his mind, the images of Taehyung and Hoseok clashing still fresh and vivid. Jimin took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm within him. He needed to act, to reach out and find a way to mend whatever had been broken.

"shit he cut the call" Jimin sighed . He is honestly freaking out right now. This alienatic human always manages to attract the worst trouble possible towards himself! Kim Fucking Taehyung!!

It was time to confront his own fears and regrets, to fight for the friendship he cherished, even if it meant facing the consequences of his absence. Jimin wiped his tears and took a deep breath, determination filling him as he prepared to do whatever it took to reach Taehyung before it was too late. 

"What happened? all okay?" V asked.

" yup dad..  just normal college stuffs"

"so now explain me the poem you wrote for my wifey? Joonie was so freakin' happy. Why did you write it in english? Now translate." V said with a huff.

"damn dad. You're so cute just like tae. Okay okay now I'm free so I'll translate it for you . God knows how Appa handles you and I handle Tae?! Okay so her------.............."

3 days? 72 hours? 72×36×10^-4 nanoseconds? Gawdd!

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Any thoughts on V? Any worries about what kookie said?

Date- 14th April
Words - 4584