“Fuck this date.”

You slammed the door shut, tears rolling down your face. You’re glad your parents went away on some kayaking trip, cause the entire house shook. You hang up your purse, not even stopping to look at the outfit you had just wasted. A simple spaghetti strap dress. You had curled your hair for once too, considering it was usually in a bun, or you just left it alone. Not to mention, you had to borrow makeup from a friend considering you rarely wore any. 

To put it simply, this was a waste of your fucking time. 

You stomped up the stairs towards your brother's room, knowing you’d be able to confide in him. It’s something he’s been doing heartbreak after heartbreak and it gets a little easier every time. His best friend Taehyung would always weigh in too when he could, and they always knew what to say. You’re afraid that this time, they’re gonna want to do more than give advice. If they didn’t kill him first, you’d be able to milk an apology out of the date. 

Slamming the door, you sniffle loudly. “Sorry.. can I come to hang out?” Your voice sounded clogged from the drive home. Not one, but two pairs of eyes land on you. Jungkook nods in an instant, patting the open space on the bed. Taehyung’s eyes are glued on you out of pure shock, following you closely as you fall face-first into the bed. The warm palm of your brother's hand on the low of your back. For some reason, it makes you cry even harder. 

God, you were pathetic. You haven’t cried over a boy in so long, but this one hurt a little more. You guess you figured that he had liked you, so maybe that’s why it was a little sore right now. 

“What's wrong?” Jungkook’s soft voice rings through the room as their game goes on pause. He continues to rub your back in huge circles to calm your breathing while you find a stopping point to the sobbing. You pick up your head, wiping your eyes the best you could, laughing angrily.

“Sorry about your comforter…” Jungkook waves it off. “It's just— I get all dressed up in t-this, which we all know I don’t dress to impress. Then, Mr. Min fucking Yoongi shows up, fifteen minutes late might I add. He barely even looked at me all night.” The boys share a look that is quick, eyes wide. 

“Kook, Don’t Namjoon and Hoseok know him?” Taehyung sounded surprised, while your brother nodded. 

“Namjoon was who introduced them I think.”

You nod to both of them, playing with a loose string of Jungkook’s blanket. “Yeah, that and we have study hall together.. not that it matters anymore…” You trail off, upset. You were having a good time with him too, even if it was for a few class periods every week. You hated feeling this way, showing weakness in front of your brother and his friend. You couldn’t help it. Guys were assholes. 

Shifting into a sitting position, you lean against your brother's shoulder. “Then, he was like ‘so when are we going to fuck’, and lewd stuff like that.. Like— like how do you just say something like that? I feel like an idiot,” You whined, tears falling freely again. You sniffled again as Jungkook brings you in for a hug. 

Your brother groaned. “That’s fucked up.” 

“Yeah,” you scoffed. “I went in there thinking he was interested in me. Not my body. It seemed like he only cared about sex. He even told me he had second thoughts coming, but… I can only assume he came in case he was gonna get laid.” Your voice dropped off as you let it out, crying into your hands. Boys were cruel and that was more than evident. Jeon Jungkook was horrible at many things. He couldn’t cook, he once swallowed a puzzle piece and got put on house arrest once. That being said, he’s still your brother and you wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. He’s an idiot. You have so many other options, he doesn’t even deserve your time.”

Taehyung seconds Jungkook’s words. “For real. You’re funny, you are talented at a lot of things… and I guess you aren’t that ugly.”

You snort softly as you look up from Jungkook’s arms, wiping your eyes while you three laugh. It’s the oldest cliche in the book, but hearing that from Taehyung makes your heart flutter. You continued to look at Taehyung for a bit, cheeks red as you looked at your own feet. You don’t know when you even started having a crush on the older male, but you hate it. As much as it pains you to say that. Jungkook made it crystal clear that he was off-limits, while Taehyung had made no effort to try and make a move. You left it dormant.

You smile. “Thanks, Tae.” You sigh, wiping your eyes for hopefully the last time. “Sorry for crashing, well— whatever this was.”

Jungkook shakes his head, tone firm. “We weren’t doing much of anything. Did you want to join us?”

You look over to his counterpart, the look on Taehyung’s face inviting as you decided. If you had another second alone with yourself, then you might as well just cry for the rest of the night. Nodding, you excuse yourself to change into some regular clothes and take a moment to wipe off your makeup. Your phone lights up, reading Min Yoongi. The infamous senior who everyone wanted to be with, despite being a nonchalant asshole. 

He seemed genuine at first, he did. You wonder why you put yourself in these situations, but you can’t find an answer. At least not one you want to admit. Stepping back into your bother’s room with fresh sweatpants and a tight hoodie, you move towards the boys. Sitting on the bed, you pull Jungkook’s fuzzy blanket over your body and relax into the headboard.

The exhaustion stops you almost immediately, eyes closed as you slump against the pillow. Your mind washes away all the worries of a couple of hours before. 

You dreamt about your future. Working a dull nine to five, a decent car, a nice house in a quiet neighborhood. Wasn’t ideal, but your husband in the dream was making everything with it. That being said, you couldn’t make out his face, the blonde blurry to your eyes. You enjoyed his company, or at least you did according to the last strings of your dreams.

You make quick work of getting ready, pulling on jeans and a hoodie considering the temperature had dropped today. Once ready, you brush your teeth and floss quickly before you grab your bag and make your way downstairs. You cursed to yourself as you barely had touched your homework. A nerve-eating parasite pinched the very core of your stomach, dragging yourself down into the kitchen with dread. Yoongi was the last person you had wanted to see. Unfortunately, you’d have to suck it up and face your day head-on. 

You’re surprised to see Jungkook by himself at the island, choking on a bowl of Frosted Flakes as he dumped the plastic bowl into the sink, looking at you. 

“Where’s thing two?” Not that you cared. Okay, you did, but you were curious. They went everywhere together and Taehyung was the last to wake up when he slept at your house. Your brunette brother shrugged, slipping into his vans and almost face planting as he did. He grabbed his keys, moving out the door with urgency. You deadpanned. “Stay up late?”

Jungkook snorted. “Yeah, till almost four. S’ crazy right? Trying to wake up Taehyung is like trying to wake up a cemetery. When I got up, he was gone. Maybe he went to school early?” You both shared a look before bursting into laughter. 

“Yeah right,” you laugh as you lock your front door, trailing behind Jungkook to the car. “That knucklehead would never go to school early.. maybe had to shower or something.” You get into your brother's car, deciding you leave yours home for the day. You were coming straight home after school and nowhere else, and taking two vehicles to school was a little extra. 

The ride to school was the same, Kook talking about whatever girl he was banging while you just watched the houses move by. You dreaded getting to school, but on the bright side, you wouldn’t have any distractions. You could get all your homework done for the weekend. You doubted Yoongi would even be there, considering all he did was sit in the bathroom and smoke weed.

You guess you kind of liked that, though. You lived a bit of a cookie-cutter life, and never had a taste of danger. Till you met Yoongi. 

Finally, you were parked in the school lot. As soon as you stepped out of the car, Taehyung was jogging to you both. His brown eyes crazy and you couldn’t help but notice his knuckles were a bit red. Couldn’t blame him, considering it was the cold dry season. 

The blonde fell into step with you and your brother, joining in on the regular morning banter. How Jungkook was a whore, and Taehyung was practically locked in a chatty belt. You thought it was sweet though. Taehyung didn’t have many girlfriends, and you thought it was refreshing how he took everything at his own pace. 

“You guys are idiots,” you call, watching the twins wrestle as you open your locker. You shove some books in, only to take out the necessary ones as you wave goodbye to dumb and dumber. Taehyung smiles at you while he waves, and your return the action right back. The prettiest smile you had ever seen. It sounds gross to be gushing over someone who had grown up with you, but the childhood feelings were long gone. They grew up with you, less innocent than they were before. Not that you’d ever say anything. 

Taking a seat, you set your books down on your usual table, the commons more crowded than usual. The bell rings and some kids scatter, but it was still heavy traffic in the heart of the school. Your stomach does flips into your fucking ass, almost dropping your headphones as half of the cafeteria watches with you. 

Yoongi makes his way across the room, soft eye turned black. Chapped lip now split. It looked fresh too. Not a yesterday kind of bruise, it was more of a thirty-minute wound. He barely gave you time to process how close he was, but the tone was pitiful. Forced. Like someone was holding a gun to his head. 

“I’m sorry.” It was dry and airy, but it was.. an apology? “I’m sorry for acting like an asshole. I'm not sure what got into me that night, but I shouldn’t have treated you like that. 's not right.” With that, without even waiting for an answer, he was gone. Anger filled your head to toe. You’re not even sure how it was possible. Who the hell had even beat him up? And was it related to your situation? You finish your homework, but with a clouded mind. So many questions and no answers. You figure it must’ve been Jungkook. Maybe that’s why he was so tired this morning. 

You were gonna let him have it. 

The rest of the day followed fast and suit as a Friday would. It had blurred by, probably due to the anger. You heated up even more as the car was unlocked, pushing your bag into the seat while Jungkook stared at you weirdly. 

“The hell was that today?” The confusion is almost comical, eyebrows knitted as he starts the car. “Don’t act brand new. Yoongi came up to me this morning with his face practically smashed. He apologized to me.” Jugnkook laughed it off, turning on the car and backing out of the parking spot. 

“Y/N, you give me too much credit. Mom would beat my ass if I beat someone else’s. Though, I do envy whoever did. Any other leads?” You shake your head as you sink back into the seat. This day felt too long. “I mean, we told Joon about it, but he’s cool Y/N you know him. Doubt he’d do anything so drastic.” You were at a dead end. The drive home was silent. You had no more energy for talking or doing anything else. It seemed so crazy. 

You know what though? At least he apologized. Whether he meant it or not, he had to drag his sorry ass through the commons after getting it handed to him, and he had to apologize. You could take a decent nap on that note alone. Although, it still burns in the back of your skull that someone had done it for you. Or at least you thought. 

You’re still unsure if the two were related. 

“You want a sandwich?” Jungkook offers it up as you both enter the house, dropping your bag as you nod. You honestly forgot to eat today, hunger pangs banging on the wall of your gut. You sit at the island, opening a Gatorade as you watch Jungkook pull out the sub bread and the other fixings to the “world-famous” sub he made. Honestly, it was pretty damn good, and you could eat a whole one right about now. 

“So.. you feeling better?” You sigh at the question, chin rested on your hand as you shrug. 

You weren’t too sure. “I guess. I'm glad he apologized, but it still racks my mind. Why was he all banged up?” Jungkook halts a bit, before shrugging normally. Jungkook wanted to let the situation blow over, so he decided not to say anything. “Wasn’t you, wasn’t Namjoon, and it wasn’t Taehyung? So… I don't know. Who cares. Enough bout that asshole... What are your plans for tonight?”

Jungkook was glad you had dropped the topic. “The usual. I think the boys are gonna come over tonight if that’s okay with you? I don’t know if you wanted a quiet night or something, but. Jimin wants to play Mario Kart, and Hoseok is going to raid our fridge... You know the usual,” he laughed. But nothing more was said. You happily ate the sandwich, watching the brunette crack out his chemistry book to finish his homework before the boys came over. 

You retreated to the bedroom, changing into some sweatpants and one of Jungkook’s old ratty hoodies. The moment your head hit your pillow, you were out like a light.

Honestly, when you woke up, you felt a thousand times better. Your body felt relaxed, you had finger marks on your cheeks. It was probably the best damn nap you’ve had in a while. You rub your eyes, not surprised to see a couple of snap chats from your friends considering you had been asleep for a couple of hours now. You’re almost tempted to go back to sleep before you hear faint yelling from downstairs. 

You didn’t mind going to spend a little time with them, laughing as you see Jimin tackle Jin over the coffee table as the raven took first place again. Jimin was no match for the taller male, however, Jin pushing the brunette over the table and straight on his ass, laughing. 

“Hey,” you said softly, grabbing a water bottle from the hallway stash, sitting on the edge of the counter. 

“Y/N did you see that, Jin’s a cheater!” Jimin wailed throughout the house, making everyone roll their eyes. 

Jin’s face only read malice. “Just like your last girlfriend.” The boys all winced at the comeback, laughing a little once they saw Jimin wasn’t phased. “Too soon?” The two start wrestling again, making you laugh. You move past the four-year-olds on the floor, pulling out a small bag of pretzels from the pantry. You open them, turning on your heel before you almost bump into Namjoon. He was a bit of a refresher. He was kind through and through, and always put everyone before himself. Even when your mother forced your brother to let you come with when you were younger, Namjoon always made sure you were included and cared for.

“Woah! Sorry,” you laugh, ready to move past but Namjoon blocks you. 

You can read on his face that he’s a little guilty, but you’re not too sure what for. His mouth opens like he’s finding the words, before his lips purse again. 

You laugh. “Namjoon, stop sweating. It’s okay, I’m okay.” Namjoon doesn’t buy it. He pulls you into a hug, lips pressed to the top of your head. He was really like an older brother to you, right under Jungkook. 

“It’s not... I just. I don’t know. I feel— you never would’ve met him if it wasn’t for me. And I just—“ He cuts himself off. “No one should ever be told those things…” He sure sounded guilty. You did, however, accept the hug. 

“Hey, seriously... It sucks, but it’s not your fault. I would never blame you for something like that. Seriously I mean it.” You smile up at the raven, and he finally smiles back. He’s relieved, but you had another thing to get off your chest. “Hey, speaking of him… did you happen to see who beat him up? When he apologized, he looked… busted,” You laugh, Namjoon follows suit. 

Unfortunately, Joon shakes his head. “Nope.. figured Jungkook did that, but no. I wish I had an answer,” he shrugged, a frown on his features before Jungkook is calling you both over. You suppressed the curiosity, for now, wondering if you’d ever get an answer. You roll your eyes as your brother referred to you as stinky, laughing as you snatch the controller from Hoseok who was losing anyways. 

“Let me show you guys how a real match is played.”

All the boys got their remotes ready. Honestly, you had fun playing the few rounds you did. You kept winning first place against Jimin who was definitely in the lead. You hand the controller, relaxing back into the huge couch. You’re surprised it's taken you this long to realize that Taehyung wasn’t even here. He was always over, so you wondered why he was missing right now. You pull out your phone, checking his location at his own house. 

You decide to text him, phone screen tilted to Jungkook couldn’t see. 

hey, loser. why aren’t you kicking everyone's ass on the wii?

You watch the text bubble start typing on the screen, and for a few good minutes, it’s going. You’re ready to see a keyboard smash or something considering it was taking a while for the text to send. Just like that, it’s gone. The hell? It wasn’t like Taehyung to not respond, or to take long at all. Something felt off, but you knew Jungkook’s rules. He would be curious as to why you were going over to his house. 

“Hey kook, I’m gonna.. get some ice cream. You want any on the way back?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “Nah, we’re gonna go get food after this round. Check-in with me at eleven!” You rolled your eyes, slipping on your slippers as you said goodbye to the boys. Unlocking your car, you got in and pulled out of the driveway as soon as it was warmed up enough. It wasn’t a far drive to Taehyung’s house, only a couple of streets over from yours. You knew the route by heart, all the countless nights of you and your brother sneaking out of your house. You high-tailed it to the blue suburban at the end of the cul de sac, only to be dragged home by your mother. 

When you finally arrive at the house, you park on the street noticing the house was pitch black. Save for the basement window, which was Taehyung’s window. You kill the engine, shutting the door quietly as you trek up to the front of the house. Tipping the potted fern out front, you grab the hidden spare key, unlocking the front door gently. You close it behind you, taking off your shoes as you sneak down to the basement, not wanting to wake his parents. 

You tap the ‘man cave’ sign that the idiots painted for good luck; a tradition you all had. It doesn’t take long to spot Taehyung slouched against the headboard, hand in a chip bowl as you hear the opening credits of SpongeBob. Oh lord. 

“Hey stranger,” you call softly, watching him mope around as he paused the show, sitting up. 

His face showed that he seemed a little annoyed. “What do you want?” You’re thrown off by the tone, but you can tell he’s upset. Or that he’s in a mood, even though he quickly backtracked. “I’m sorry... I’m just. I got a lot on my mind.” Your eyebrows knit, looking at the expression. Whatever it was, it was kicking his ass. 

“It’s okay,” You sigh, voice soft as you move to sit on the end of the bed. Taehyung is jumbling around words in his mouth, shrugging. He wants to avoid it, you can tell. He didn’t want to say whatever was obviously on the tip of his tongue, but it was going to eat him up one way or another. “Hey, the boys aren’t here.. Say what you need t—“

“I’m sorry, okay?” Your eyebrow raised at his words, but you didn’t even have to ask. “I’m sorry about Yoongi.” 

You rolled your eyes. “God— what is it with you guys? You and Namjoon both. You don’t need to be sorry, he apologized. It sucks, but it’s over with.” You were starting to get a little irritated at how everyone was walking on eggshells around you. This wouldn’t be the first time your heart broke, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. Taehyung groans like he’s at war with himself, leaning back into his bed. 

“I was the one who beat him up… to get him to apologize.” 

The silence that follows is deafening, your eyes wide at the words. Finally, you’re relieved that the whole ordeal is solved. But— 

“Why?” You were grateful, truthfully. “What if you get in trouble?” Taehyung had a perfect record, and it wouldn’t sit right with you if he ruined it because of Yoongi. You weren’t going to lie, it did make your heart flutter a bit.

Taehyung sat up, eyes not meeting yours. “Cause, Y/N. I did it cause it's not fair. Yoongi shouldn’t get to walk around with a chip on his shoulder after saying what he did to you.” The blonde sighs, eyes finally looking up. “I pummeled him hard enough, I doubt he’d rat me out. I'm tired of seeing boy after boy come through and break your heart. It’s not fair to you.” Your cheeks burn at the words, sitting silently as you cross your arms. You couldn’t be mad at that, not when he was crusading for you. 

“I'm surprised Jungkook didn’t rat me out. He knew… and he knows I like you.” 

Now you’re super confused. 

“Jungkook knew? That little shit,” you grumble. “I asked him. All-day I was trying to find out what the hell happened to Yoongi. But he knows you like me?” Taehyung nods, defeated as he holds one of his pillows against his chest. You have hit another dead end for maybe the fourth time today. It was unspoken between you two, but you already knew the deal. You can’t go after him. Even if you want to open that damn basement window and scream to the streets that he had finally liked you back. 

“It doesn’t even matter,” he whined, eyes looking down at the floor now. “He doesn’t want to be in the middle or pick sides if we were to break up.” You nod, knowing that was Jungkook’s whole problem. It would be impossible for him to pick between his lifelong best friend and his sister. He couldn’t, and he doesn’t want to. 

Taehyung on the other hand feels like a fucking idiot. Exposing his feelings, and to him, it seems like you’re dodging it head-on. Relief floods him. 

“I like you, god I do,” You mumble, thumb brushing over the scar on the side of his face. “I don’t want to come between you and jungkook.” Taehyung shakes his head, holding your face in his hands. 

“I don’t care anymore. I don’t,” he whined, moving closer. It felt like literal years before his lips touched yours and when they do, it knocks the wind out of you. His hand on yours as he practically smashes your lips together and god does it feel good. It feels so fucking good to kiss him. Like you’re finally breathing fresh air. You return the force of the kiss, hand on his shoulder as they mold together. His lips, they’re soft save for the tiny spot that's chapped. He had on cherry-flavored chapstick, making you smile a bit. It tasted weird. 

“I don’t care.” Taehyung breathed against your lips. His hand held your face, thumb moving over your bottom lip. It gave your stomach butterflies, to say the least, while he kissed you again. Too slow for your liking, laughing as you bumped noses. You fell back into the bed, the blond following suit. If he didn’t care, then neither did you. 

His hands stayed holding your head, jaw tilted in place as you made out slowly. Strings of soft, loving kisses that had years behind them. Decades.

“I guess it doesn’t hurt to keep things under wraps,” you mumbled, feeling his lips wander to your neck. An innocent kiss turned deviant. 

You’ve never received a proper hickey before, and god was it making your head spin. The difference between a harsh bite on your neck was massive compared to what Taehyung was doing. His tongue was moving slowly over your skin, pinpointing the spot. Kissing it, mentally marking it before he started sucking on it carefully. Your eyes fluttered shut, letting him do as he pleased. The sensation heightened even more as his hand found yours. He laced the fingers together, before pinning it to the bed. 

“Don’t make it too big,” you breathed, tightening the grip on his hand. The laugh that came from his lips was sinister, cold fingers feeling under your hood but stopping at the dip in your back. He held you close as his lips returned to yours, teeth tugging on them carefully before he was kissing you. Like he wasn’t just sucking the blood out of your neck.

Taehyung pulls away, calm. “How was that?” His mood, a whole one-eighty as he sported a lopsided grin. A new glint in his eyes. “I like that..” His thumb pressed over the spot he was just working on before pulling you up with him. The kiss he pressed to your foreheaD? God, everything about him was addicting and you only had him for mere seconds. 

“You’re an idiot.” Your face, no help as your cheeks light on fire. Taehyung grinned, his infamous smile as he kissed you again. Honestly, you’re about to fall back into the bed before your phone rings. You’re snapped out of the honeymoon phase as you quickly read the screen. “Shit— I gotta go! Jungkook is so gonna kick my ass!” 

You scramble to gather yourself, picking up your keys as you almost hurdle up the stairs. Your arm is yanked back, almost out of your damn socket. You’re flung back into Taehyung’s body, the lips finding yours for one last time before he’s pushing your ass out the door. 

“Text me when you’re home.. let me know Jungkook didn’t skin you.”

You both share a nervous laugh, your own feet leaving behind a dust trail as you eject into the car. The engine races to life, pulling out from the side of the street only to speed home. The drive is uneventful and gut-wrenching. You almost clip the mailbox as you pull into your spot in the driveway. You shut your car door softly, fingers not even having the chance to turn the knob before the front door flings open. Jungkook standing there, your stomach falling into your ass. 

He knows. 

“Where the hell were you?” 

“Getting ice cream.” Y/N, you’re a fucking idiot. 

Your brother pulls you by the hoodie gently so he can shut the door and lock it. “Cut the bullshit, I have your location dumbs. You’re not doing a good job of hiding that hickey on your neck either.” He’s whisper yelling, which lets you conclude that his friends were still in the living room. The brunette grumbles, popping his head in to make sure his friends were still entertained. “When did you and Taehyung start fucking?” God, the way he spat it out was malicious. But you had to defend yourself. 

“Can you watch your mouth kook? We aren’t, we just— kissed,” you groaned. “I know it sounds bad, but it didn’t start until tonight.”

“So you are fucking?”

You roll your eyes. “No, we aren’t. What's the big deal anyway? We kissed a couple of times, Jungkook. Grow up.” You kick off your shoes, turning to the stairs but you have Jungkook’s hand to keep you in place. 

“Y/N, I told you the deal. You’ve known the deal. I don’t want you with him, I can’t be a mediator. I won’t have my best friend dating my little sister.” Jungkook’s voice was low but firm. He was dead serious.

But so were you. 

You rip your arm out of his grip. “Then don’t be one, and mind your fucking business. I don’t need your approval on who I date.” You want to move up the stairs, but you had to get the last word. “You know, at least he gives a shit. At least he cared about everything that happened with Yoongi. He straightened him out, made him apologize while you barely lifted a finger! If it comes to that point, then it’s between me and Taehyung, not you.” You storm off to your room, Jungkook grumbling. 

“Then tell your fucking boyfriend that he can forget about our fucking friendship.”

You slam your door at his words, back pressed against it as you tried to cool off. You yanked your phone out of your pocket, texting Taehyung. 

he’s such a fucking asshole. he just blew up on me for no reason.

You fall back into your bed, huffing angrily as Taehyung responds.

ya. he txted me n told me to find another ride to school tmrw. guess he was srs bout cutting me off

Fuck Jungkook. 

...

You never saw yourself doing pretty much anything that surfaced within the two months after you and Taehyung started seeing each other. Secretly of course. 

Even if the idiots called quits on their friendship, Jungkook would still kick Taehyung’s ass if he saw you together. You’ve been lying to Jungkook about where you go after school. He was still giving you the cold shoulder, suspecting that he blames you for their friendship ending. You couldn’t care less. 

You had snuck out for the first time, to meet Taehyung at his house, and you would still be doing it even if Jungkook approved or not. It was his damn fault. 

You still would’ve been in the busy part of the town’s bowling alley, Taehyung all over you. You weren’t really worried. The crowded part of the lot made it easy for the town’s druggies and smokers to do it safely, and no one would suspect a thing. Same with others like you and Taehyung. Thank god he had snatched the last spot in the corner of the asphalt lot. 

“Ow!” You yelped loudly at the tug of your hair, Taehyung’s elbow leaning heavily on it. He pulled away from our neck, already looking mangled with the same crazy grin you’ve fallen in love with these past few weeks. He moves your hair safely out of the danger zone, offering a small ‘sorry’. He dives back into your skin, tongue lapping over the expanse of your neck before biting harshly. You sigh lazily, hand moving up into his hair as he placed the final kisses over his hickies. 

He surges up to kiss you, falling right in line with him as your other hand makes quick work of feeling his naked body. Both of yours together, save for the underwear you both had on. You feel how toned he is, each muscle moving under his skin as he adjusts himself again between your legs, making you bite your lip. 

Euphoric as you feel, you’re curious. 

“Do you miss Kook? Be honest.”

Taehyung groans, head coming up from the trail he was leaving right above the hem of your bra. “You’re killing my boner, Y/N. I don’t wanna talk about your brother while I’m bout to fling this bra to the front seat.” You snort, laughing into your arm as Taehyung does the same. You grab his hand, lacing together your fingers as you bring his actions to a stop. 

“babe, I'm serious. I just— I feel guilty sometimes.” You know that you shouldn’t, but it eats at you. “You’ve been friends since the third grade. I didn’t want to get in the middle of it.” Taehyung pulls away, a more serious expression on his features. 

“I know. I do love kook— I always will, but it's his fault. If he can’t support us being together, then he’s just not a real one.”

You snicker at the phrase. “Just please let me know, okay? I understand, but I dunno. I always thought you guys would be each other's best man. Stupid things like that,” you hum, the fingers that were traveling up your back landed on your hip, playing with the band on your thong. 

“I will. I’ll probably apologize to him soon, but not yet. I don’t want him watching my every move.” He grinned as he kissed you, trailing down your jaw. “Plus isn’t it fun like this? I think it’s a little sexier to fuck you in private.” You rolled your eyes, his cock hard against your thigh now as your face turns red. 

“You’re so embarrassing,” you mumble, rolling over mentally. You’ll let the argument sit for tonight, hands resuming the schedule of moving down his navel until your nails hit the spot just under his boxers. Taehyung hums, rolling his cock into your hand. 

Taehyung shrugs. “Stop acting so shy, you’re not a virgin,” he protests, hand on the back of your thigh as he brings it up against his hip, rutting into you like he was actually fucking you. “Not anymore at least.” Your face reddens as he mentioned it, remembering how you both had your first time together. But this wasn’t it. This was less innocent than you had been in the past. 

You let out a soft moan at the action as he did it again, hand pressing to the fogged window as he grinned. He loved grinding against you, getting you more than riled up, his hand moving up your sternum. He’s quick with removing your bra, hickies from past endeavors laying on the skin of your chest. Taehyung has to lean back down, tongue lapping over your nipple, knowing he’s going to remark his territory. 

It’s like electricity every time, your body hot against the cool leather of his chevy malibu. You love the way he toys with your nipples, biting them just enough to tease you, and not hurt you. He leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses to your ribcage, fingers dangerously low on your hip before they’re moving over your underwear. His fingers press against you through the fabric and you can start to feel it dampen as he rubs it slowly up and down. 

“Fuck,” you whine, bucking into his hand. “Stop teasing.”

Taehyung’s eyes are shining with a new temptation, pulling your underwear down a bit to twist your clit between the pad of his fingers. His cock was definitely awake now, a dangerous grin on his face as he leaned over you. 

“mmm, I think you should beg, like how you were doing last time.”

Your face bursts into flames at the reminder of how you were acting the last time. You’re not sure what the hell had gotten into you, but Taehyung was making you do a lot of embarrassing things. A part of you didn’t mind if it was pleasing him. 

“Shut up,” you mumble, instantly whining at the loss of his fingers. He pulled your underwear back up to your hips and leaned back. 

“So should I drive you home and drop you off while you’re pussy is dripping, or are you going to beg as I asked?” Fuck. You groaned, pulling him back. You definitely couldn’t go back home. “Did that hit a spot? You would be screwed if I made you go back home. You’d have to ride something to get rid of all this tension right here.” His fingers are moving the thong to the side, middle finger in down to the knuckle. You arch a little, his words making your head spin. 

“Something to satisfy that greedy pussy like I do, and you can’t do that when your brother is in the next room, so I suggest you start begging, brat.”

You moan again, hand holding his forearm, nails digging into his skin. You loved it when he got like this. Dominant and demanding, god it made you crazy. 

But begging was so embarrassing. “Fuck.. please—“

“Please, what?” 

The blonde barely gave you time to even respond as he demanded another answer. You look up at him innocently, at least as innocently as you could with two of his fingers pumping your pussy. 

“f-fuck me, please,” you begged, hips pushing down on his fingers eagerly as you bite your lip to muffle the noises. “hhh please fuck m-me into the seats, please.” You can tell he’s not satisfied. You wanted to curl and die from embarrassment. You knew you’d have to get lewder, his fingers working into you just right as your hand gripped the seatbelt dangling over your head. 

“I dunno if you really want it,” he hummed normally, fingers coming out of you, glistening. He wastes no time sticking them into his mouth, cleaning them off. 

You whined. “Please, I’ll d-do anything.. I’ll let you fuck my face against t-the window to sh-show everyone just how big your cock is— daddy.”

“Ohoho,” he laughed, not halting any actions as he pulls off your underwear to deposit it behind his head, pushing his boxers low enough to let his cock fall heavy on your slit. It wasn’t nearly enough, to feel it pulsing against your clit. “Keep going.” You can tell he’s living for the way you’re talking, eyes lidded as he’s fucking his cock up and down your folds, not daring to go inside. 

“D-did daddy enjoy t-that name?” You try to act coy, but it fails. The bratty demeanor drops as his hand runs between the valley of your breasts, right onto your neck, applying force. “please... I want to feel y-your cock in m-my stoma—“ Taehyung watches your face as your words drop off, his cock moving into you at once until he physically couldn’t go anymore. You both were breathing heavily, the blonde unable to wait as his thumb moves over your lips. 

“God you talk— so fucking sexy Y/N.” He pushed the thumb in your mouth and you immediately sucked on it, eyes watching him as he pulled out. He pushes his cock back in even harder, your back moving against the leather as his hand slips from the window to hold the back door handle. “You’re such a good.. a good girl when you b-beg for my cock.” The words light your stomach on fire. The past two times you guys had done anything, it was never like this. It was intimate and lustful sure. But it was pure. Right now, it was lust drive completely, Taehyung’s pupils blown out as he glared at you. You had never called each other names before, but you definitely reacted to what he said. 

“m-move,” you choked out, lips running dry from how fast you were breathing. He grips your neck like a handle, hips snapping into yours as your leg moves off the side of the seat. “M-my fucking god… feels so fucking good.” Taehyung grins, leaning down to kiss you sloppily, licking into your mouth. You catch his tongue the best you can around the moans, his hips meeting yours every other second it seems. The soft radio plays tame impala in the background, but it doesn’t drown out the sound of his hips slapping your thighs, and the way he’s groaning. 

It’s low enough to turn into a growl, the blonde’s eyes watch as he can see the faint outline of his dick in your stomach. The skin moves with him, and he’s fascinated by the hit, only fueling him to go deeper. 

“Fucking look at that— fuck,” he moaned head tilted back a bit before he’s hovering over you. His chain dangles in your face as he fucks you hard enough that you’re convinced there’s gonna be bruises where he’s holding your hips for dear life. “Taking m-my cock like it’s the o-only thing you know how to do, and I bet it f-feels good in this tummy of yours huh?” You nod helplessly, whimpering as he grabs your hand and laces the fingers, pinning it to the leather behind your head. 

“s-shit, hhh, it feels— god daddy it f-feels good,” you moan, voice cracking as he starts to move even faster. “D-do you l-like that name?”

He nods, eyes shutting for a bit as he looks up to the ceiling of the car, enjoying how tight you are around his cock. He takes the hand off of your neck, pinning both hands over your head as he absolutely drills you, making you whine. 

“I do, fuck I do.. the way you say t-that and my fucking name—“ he chokes, pulling your legs up so he can get in at a deeper angle. “I h-have half the mind to fuck your f-face into this god d-damn seat.” Your eyes shut at the words, your high approaching dangerously close considering how deep he was in you. Eight inches didn’t go sparingly, rubbing against the best part of you, making your toes curl. 

“t-then do it,” you challenge him, arching up into his chest as he kisses you to shut you the hell up. His head was spinning, loving the way your body reacted to him and opened up to him. He’s quick to forget about your hands, which are on him almost instantly as he regains the position on your neck. 

“Y-you think I won’t?” God you fucking loved that voice. The low baritone sound of his words made you a mess. “T-think I won’t make you c-call Yoongi right now wh-while I slam this tight cunt into the ground.” You whined at it, his pace increasing as you gripped the seats, barely able to breathe as he choked you harder. 

You’re honestly ready to cum, but as soon as the pleasure reached its peak, Taehyung was pulling out. You can’t even figure out which way is up before he’s grabbing you from between your thighs, flipping you over. It starts as soon as it stopped, his hand on the back of your neck as the side of your face is smushed to the seat. 

Taehyung grins lazily, too fucked out for his own good as he slaps your ass loudly. You yelp at the action, jolting forward at the collision. “Look at this fucking ass.. n-never have I wanted to bury my cock into some—something so bad before.”

The blonde pushes his thumb into your wet cunt, spitting violently into your pussy, watching it drip. He followed it with his dick, filling you up instantly as you arched into the seats. His hand is twisting in your hair, wrapping around his fingers before he’s forcing you to look at the ceiling. 

“I s-spit in that fucking cunt— cause it's mine,” he groaned, and you nodded the best you could. Your throat was tired, every moan bouncing with how hard he was fucking you, thighs trembling. 

“taehyung— my god, tae,” you moaned, turning back a bit to see his ab muscles working overtime, moving tautly under the skin as he drilled you. “G-god I'm gonna—“

“Good girl,” he praised, watching sickly as his cock disappeared into your wet folds, watching your ass bounce with every thrust. “Cum on my cock, baby girl, please.” Now he was the one begging, voice getting whiny and airy, thrusts getting sloppy as he tried to keep hitting the spot he was. You couldn’t even think anymore, the slow climb to your climax was irritating almost, before you feel two pads against your clit, rubbing it side to side. You definitely weren’t going to last now, hips bucking as you tried to warn your boyfriend. 

“g-god fucking damn,” Taehyung whined, feeling you squeeze him airtight before you cum hard on him.

You’re moaning over and over again, and a little too loudly for taehyung’s own liking, hand covering your mouth as he finally had come inside you too. He cursed loudly, not even fucking you anymore. He buried himself in you to let out his cum, groaning as he felt it flood your pussy. 

“Jesus Christ,” you breathe, wanting to slump against the seat but Taehyung’s hand is keeping you steady. He pulls out his cock, whining at the feeling as he spreads your lips open to watch the cum fall out. You swat his hand away at the action, trying to catch your breath as you flip onto your back, pulling him gently by the chain to come to lay with you. 

“You’re tight as hell,” he breathed, making you laugh loudly, still out of breath. He kissed your forehead softly, followed by your entire face, making sure you were okay. This was always the best part. The aftercare, and feeling how much he really cared for you as he cleaned you both up the best he could before forfeiting to exhaustion. 

“You’re such an idiot,” you mumble finally as he lays with you again, kissing him slowly on the lips. “I love you.” Taehyung smiled at the words, turning you back as he kissed you back, holding you close. You didn’t care about Jungkook anymore. You loved him and you wanted him. No matter what that came with. You wanted to be with him. 

“I love you too,” he mumbles, right against your lips before kissing you again. You wanted it to stay like this forever. Care-free, enjoyable. You know that once you get out of this car and return to your own, you’ll have to face your brother again. You’d have to keep facing him every day until you could come clean to him, and who knows how long that’ll be. For now, you relax into Taehyung’s arms. Who knows when you’d get a chance like this again. 

The next morning was, as usual, the usual glow of sex on your face. You may have been a little sore, but you couldn’t care less. The night, any night with Taehyung, had you on cloud nine. You could tell he wanted you, not your body. He had worshipped you as no boy had done before. Your head was over the moon.

Even as a relief, it was still irritating to receive your period the next morning. You shuffle through the locker, grabbing the emergency tampons and shoving them into your pocket. The locker shuts and you’re ready to break it to the bathroom, but you’re almost clotheslined by an arm. 

“Nice vampire bite.” The voice is venomous and sour. You already knew it was Yoongi before you ripped your eyes to meet his. “Another guy who is just using you.” You scoff while trying to move past him, but he’s larger than you. Encasing you to the lockers.

The laugh is evil. “You’re a fucking pussy, Y/N. You were sooo hurt by my comment that you had to send your brother's bitch of a lap dog to come ‘straighten me out’ huh?” Your heart is pounding in your ears, scared of what he was going to do next. You doubt he was going to do anything so drastic.

“Guess it didn’t stick with you, huh?” You retort quickly, watching as others were crowding the hallway because of the previous bell.

For that reason, he leans in. “If someone says they’re with you, for any other reason than fucking you? They’re lying.”

Your eyes water, failing to meet his gaze. You have half the mind to slap him, but you’re not even sure what you’re going to say next. Not when a flash of a blonde is grabbing the menace by his collar, pushing him back into the locker. The grip Taehyung has on his shirt is deadly, the usual pink hue to his knuckles are white out of anger. He pulls the raven-haired senior off the wall just to slam him again, teeth bared. Eyes narrowed, not backing down from the challenge. Any other day, you would’ve found this extremely hot. 

“Say one more fucking thing about her.”`

Yoongi snorts. “Sorry, bitch boy, did I hit a nerve? Surprised you’re defending her after all the sneaking around you’ve been doing.” Taehyung didn’t even know how the fuck he knew about you guys, but he didn’t care. Taehyung was seeing red right now, taking every ounce of restraint he could muster to not crack his face. “Haven’t gotten tired of her yet? You will soon.”

“How the fuck would you know?” Taehyung snaps. “Why do you even care? It’s been almost two months.” Yoongi’s eyes snap over to you, noticing Jungkook right by your side as he tries to guide you away. You’re frozen.

“Why do you care? You aren’t even together— all you are is Jungkook’s bitch.” Taehyung couldn’t keep it together anymore, ready to wind back his arm before he notices the crowd, his former best friend front, and center. He backs as quickly as he tackled him, ready to walk to his next class. “Right, wouldn’t want to expose our little secret? Cause what the fuck is she to you?”

Taehyung turns on his heels, arm pulling back as he wound up to hit him before a large hand is holding his. It was the school security, pushing Taehyung towards the office. He turned to check on you, eyes wide as you and your brother were absent. The blonde had to sit in the office and listen to an hour of scolding, finally getting off with detention. He doesn’t even bother going home, immediately making his way to your house. 

He thought a lot about what had happened, a pit turning in his stomach. He probably just confirmed any of Jungkook’s suspicions, watching him freak out over you like that. But the blonde didn’t care. Part of him was hoping you weren’t home facing Jungkook’s wrath, and another part of him was proud of what happened today. If anything, that showed Jungkook how much Taehyung really cared for you. 

None of that mattered. Jungkook would still pick his own side. 

The said raven was watching you sleep peacefully. He couldn’t believe that two boys were fighting over his little sister, one being his best friend. It was so idiotic and pointless. He’s a little relieved that Taehyung was there for you, but he couldn’t ignore what Yoongi said. ‘Your little secret’? He suspected they were meeting up behind his back, and that only enraged him even more. He didn’t want to have to deal with another boy breaking your heart.

Would Taehyung ever do that?

Jungkook is startled out of his thoughts at the sound of the doorbell, opening it to see Taehyung. Both of their stomachs are wrenching in their core, the still silence is unsettling. Never in his life did Taehyung think there would be a sour moment, yet here it was. 

“She’s asleep. What do you need?” The tone hurts. It’s sour and stern, and foreign. A tone that he’s never heard come out of Jungkook’s mouth, and it makes him lose his train of thought. His fingers play idly with the strings on his sweater. 

He inhales. “Dude, look. I know— I fucked up, and I’m sorry. You know I would never hurt her like that. Even if I did, I know the consequences.” Taehyung wanted to roll over and just apologize, but he needed to stand his ground. “What has you so bent? You know me, Kook. What’s so bad about us being together if we’re both happy.”

Jungkook shakes his head, arms crossed. “That’s not the point.”

“How is it not?”

“You went behind my back and got with her, even after I told you not to— the one thing I ask you not to do, and you do it. It puts me in an uncomfortable situation, and now it is for her too.”

Taehyung scoffs. “Because of Yoongi? What the hell did you want me to do? If you were there and heard him talking that way about her, you would’ve done the same.” Taehyungs anger is boiling now, thinking about the situation. “But you weren’t, so I had to do your job and take care of it.”

Taehyung immediately regrets saying that, considering the door slams in his face. He groans. I’m a fucking idiot. 

The Blonde trudged back to his own house, head full. He knew all of this was a bad idea, hence why he was hesitant to be with you in the first place. Unfortunately, once he had been with you, the want was overbearing. To just give it up over one stupid day? He couldn’t just let you go. 

Taehyung finally feels some weight drop as he falls into bed, more exhausted than he’s ever been in a while. The frame on his bedside tables hurts the familiar faces of you and Jungkook alongside the blonde on his sixteenth birthday. He had the biggest crush on you ever and to be honest, he’s not sure he’s stopped ever since you bandaged his knee in the third grade. It sounds so fucking dumb, but he can’t help smiling at the thought. 

It makes sense why none of his other relationships worked out, considering he was always looking for you in other girlfriends. That's why He can’t let you go, and it’s why his heart leaps when he sees you calling. 

“Hey,” he breathes, relief flooding his body. You take a bit to respond, chewing words around in your mouth. 

“Hey... I heard you and Jungkook outside so.. thank you, for dealing with Yoongi.”

Taehyung stammered. “You’re not mad?”

“Well,” you sigh, laying back into your pillows. “I don’t agree with how you handled it, but.. you did it for me, and I love you for that.” Taehyung’s heart restarts as he sits up, a dorky smile on his face. 

“I love you too, Y/N…” You smiled, butterflies as you sighed. It made you happy to hear that. “Tomorrow, I’m gonna talk to Jungkook and see why he’s really bent. Maybe I’ll change his mind.” 

You shrug. “I dunno if he’ll ever get over it, it really irritates him.” You could not pinpoint why, and it irritated you even more. 

“I know, but I have to try.” Taehyung groaned. He was a simp. “Imma see what the real reason is.”

Even as you two talked on the phone, it lifted your mind. After everything with Yoongi today, your mind racing as it finally relaxes once you settle into bed. Taehyung’s voice runs through your ears and you think about the couple of months you’ve had with him. A little carefree and mischievous. You just wanted to go back, and not have to face anything tomorrow. 

The morning is lonely for Taehyung. A morning where usually it would be him and Jungkook, it was just him. No texts, no screenshots from the game last night, no sitting in his car while all of you sang horrible karaoke. It just wasn’t the same, and he hated pretending like it was. He finally got to school, opening his locker. The day was just as dull, sitting alone at lunch while you and your brother sat with his friends. You wanted to sit with him so badly, but you knew that Jungkook and Taehyung had to resolve things before you could be together. And it was so dramatic, and for what? 

You stabbed at the pasta your mom had cooked last night, eyeing the devils incarnate across the room. Yoongi’s eyes were on you and you wanted to do nothing more than shoving his face into his cold pizza. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. You didn’t want to start more drama. You wanted to go home and have a nice calm weekend… texting your boyfriend… who wasn’t yours but, it’s all the same. 

The day gets duller as it goes on for both parties. Taehyung is mulling through the last period of the day. Of course, it was math. 

He gated algebra and it blows that it’s the last fucking class. He feels refreshed once the last bell rings, but the walk to his locker is just as lonely as the last month had been feeling. Taehyung unlocked his locker, ready to just leave already. He would be angrily shoving books into his locker now before a picture falls freely out of his locker. He can barely recognize the interior of his car before it feels like everyone is staring at him. 

His throat is so fucking dry, he can barely breathe. He picks up the photo, stomach-dropping into his fucking ass. 

His brown eyes round the hallway, seeing everyone has received the same picture, and everyone was staring at him. 

He had never run so fast in his life once his brain had processed what was happening. He rounds the corner, to see your locker and you’re not there. But it’s wide fucking open, thousands of copies scattered on the floor and the metal door. Jungkook stood, motionless and silent, as he looked at the photos. A million pictures of his best friend and his sister— making out in a car. Taehyung, who was still stumbling over his shock, had watched Jungkook slam the locker shut and approach him. God he was ready to shit his pants, for his life was about to flash before his eyes. He braced his muscles for any form of attack. It doesn’t come. 

“Open your eyes, shit head.”

Taehyung blinked an eye open. “You aren’t gonna kick my ass?”

  “No,” he grumbled. Taehyung wanted to laugh considering that nickname from him sounded so good. Like they were back to normal. “Now isn't the time to be worried about you and my sister, fuck. that. I’m not worried about this, I’m worried about what fucking prick would send this shit around, she’s a fucking minor.” There, Taehyung can see it. Jungkook’s scared. He’s scared for his sister, and if they had switched places, Taehyung would feel the same way. He can understand where Jungkook is coming from now, with his entire argument. He wanted to protect her from assholes like this, and as much as Taehyung could argue with him; he’ll never understand what it was like to have a baby sister. 

But he drops it to save his ass. Taehyung remembers to breathe once his shirt gets dropped, but he’s still being pulled back towards his locker. Jungkook collecting all the pictures he can, shoving them deep into the trash. Cause fuck this. Jungkook hated the idea of them together, and truthfully he has no clue why. He wants to protect her, but there’s another layer. That aside, they were gonna find out who the hell did this. 

“Kook. you need me to spell it o—“

Jungkook slammed a poor kid into a locker to grab the picture from him, ripping it in half. “The moment I find out who the fuck this is, I’m gonna smash his face into the fucking ground.” Jungkook was filled with rage, disposing every last picture he possibly could before dragging Taehyung out to the lot. He shoved his bag into the backseat, holding the raven in place. 

“Bro,” he said calmly, looking at his best friend. “Who else? it’s Yoongi. he was talking all that shit in the hallways, like who else?” Jungkook nodded. it made sense. Yoongi was a prideful person, but who else would go through the trouble of humiliating her like this. 

“So what now?” 

Taehyung shrugged, leaning against the hood of his car. “The only thing I’m thinking of is that we go kick his fucking ass.” Jungkook rounded the car quickly as they both got in, engine revving. 

“Sounds like a plan.”

The drive to Yoongi’s hangout was silent. It was a little bittersweet that they were going to kick his ass in the same parking lot where those pictures took place. Taehyung was admittedly a little nervous. He knew you didn’t like fights or conflict and this was the opposite of everything you didn’t like. If he wanted to make a point, that’s a decision he’d have to live with. 

Jungkook grumbled irritably. “God, the moment I see him I’m gonna rip his head off. What a fucking— oh my god.” The raven’s voice cut off as they pulled up to the bowling alley, noticing Yoongi there with three of his friends. The two shared a look, and they were both scared shitless. 

“How are we gonna beat them? Four against two ain’t fair,” Taehyung whined, Jungkook throwing the car into park. Jungkook was trying to strategize in his head, but the only conclusion he had was to face this shit head-on. They both exit the car, rounding the lot to meet the four sitting on the edge of Yoongi’s car. 

Yoongi’s the first to notice, jumping a bit but posing like he was a threat once his friends noticed. 

“So, it is true that you’re his lapdog?” Yoongi laughed. “I was right about you, and in the hallway, I bet you wanted to kick my ass huh?”

Taehyung stepped forward. “I want to kick your fucking ass right now. Where you the one who printed out those pictures?” 

“Yeah.”

He admitted it effortlessly, the plain smirk on his smug face was seriously pissing Taehyung off. 

“What the fuck for?” Taehyung’s fists were balled as the elder boy stepped closer, unable to resist punching him in the face. 

Yoongi shrugged. “‘Cause I wanted her to see that every boy she’ll ever meet wants to fuck her; nothing more, nothing less.”

Taehyung wasn’t sure if that was a backhanded compliment or not, but Jungkook was the first to jump. His fist connected with Yoongi’s jaw followed by a loud crack. That’s when the fight broke out. 

You sat in your bed, bundled in your brother's sweatshirt as you flipped through Netflix on your mac. You were barely paying attention considering you were chewing off all your nails. You hadn’t heard from Jungkook or Taehyung since you had left school. You were a little distraught, but honestly, there was a big event every week at your school and you prayed this would blow over. You knew it was Yoongi anyways and you kind of figured that those two idiots would have done something by now. Or maybe Jungkook still wouldn’t forgive him after this. Maybe they would still be mad— maybe they weren’t even together. 

Your head was swarming with thoughts but you were too exhausted to pick up the phone. You turn to another episode of some random crime show, laying back into the mountain of pillows before your stomach lurches at the sound of a car door. Two doors to be exact, and they slam shut. You spring from the bed, racing to the top of the stairs. Your eyes meet with two boys. 

“You’re fucking crazy,” Taehyung laughs, wiping the blood that’s dripping from his nose while Jungkook’s laugh rings through the previously silent house. It was like music to hear them laughing together, shoulders bumping as they made it into the entryway of the house. It takes a bit to realize that they’ve had their asses kicked. Like they were jumped.

You race down the stairs. “Oh my god. what the hell happened?” Jungkook’s lip was split, eye bruising slowly as he limped over to you. “Did you two idiots get hit by a car or something?” The two laugh in sync, fist-bumping each other as Jungkook waves off the concern.

“Believe it or not, we won.”

You snort. “Won what?” Taehyung kicks off his shoes, holding his sleeve to his nose. You notice his eyebrow is split as well, knuckles bruised. 

“We went and kicked Yoongi’s ass. He had some randoms with him but we came through in the end,” Jungkook breathed. “I’m glad you were there with me, bro.” You let your heart warm for them. You knew they were hurting, watching the two boys hug. You knew they meant it, them both pulling away as Jungkook hugged you as well. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t do more when Yoongi was first acting up. I should’ve straightened him out the first night you told him about us.”

You shake your head, hugging him tighter. “Shut up. You just got your ass handed to you, don’t apologize.” You three laugh and god, it feels good. It feels normal until your eyes linger on Taehyung slowly. You wanted to hug him and kiss him, despite his face being bloody. You’re ready to retreat to the kitchen, but Jungkook stops you. He pushes you towards the blonde while he starts to rummage the fridge for ice. 

You’re hesitant and so is Taehyung, but once you felt it was okay, you moved. It felt free and honest, holding his face in your hands to kiss him. He returns it with equal force, slow and meaningful. He pulls away, pressing his lips to your forehead. 

“Yoongi won’t be a problem anymore,” Taehyung breathed, hands on your waist. 

You laugh sadly, thumbing over the mark on his eyebrow. “You barely made it out alive, dork… but thank you. Seriously, both of you,” You mumble, eyes looking to your brother. You’re ready to start a speech but Taehyung cuts you off, the blonde practically trembling next to you. 

“I know this may be weird, but I’m sorry for sneaking around with your sister. This is gonna sound so formal and cheesy, and it’s making me want to puke, but I love her a—“

Jungkook groans. “God just shut up.” Jungkook was doubled over, fake puking noises coming from his mouth. You laugh a little, a thousand weights off of your shoulder as your fingers lace with Taehyung’s. “I was a little mad in the beginning cause you’re my baby sister… and you’re my best friend. That put’s me in a difficult spot.” 

He continues. “Even so, I can tell that it won’t be an issue. Taehyung cares about you, I can see that now. Especially with how hard he was kicking that idiot’s ass—“ You snort, punching Jungkook’s arm. But he shrugs. “I’m serious. I’m fine with you guys. I want you to be happy and if that’s with each other, I can live with that.” You hum happily, pulling them both into a group hug. The love you felt from both of them was radiating. 

Of course, Jungkook had to ruin the moment. 

“I better not see you guys making out, or I will throw up on you, got it?”

You and Taehyung swear to him, laughing as you three trailed to the kitchen so you could start healing their cuts. Jungkook, however, falls behind. His heart feels heavy and before he had no clue why. He watched you two kiss, the hand on your waist making his stomach drop. He knows now why he didn’t want you guys to be together. 

He didn’t want to share Taehyung with you for a specific reason. One he’s not ready to admit yet. 

Saying ‘no’ has never hurt anyone.

You’re repeating that to yourself as you pull up to the party. Well, party is an understatement, considering it was just the friend group. Namjoon and Jin’s roommate was away, and he wanted to get the everyone together; inner circle only. College only gave you so much time to mingle with your friends so you guess you can’t complain, even if you wanted to stay home. The only reason you’re really opposed is because you seem to be an extra in the movie that is Jungkook’s world. 

It sounds idiotic and maybe a little dramatic, but he was the deadbeat boyfriend all the girls hoped they’d never have. The first two months you had together was like it was a script. He’d take you on dates, pick you up and drop you off before curfew, while walking you to your door. Come over and help you study, cuddle you on the rough days. It was a relationship most were jealous of, where he was not only your boyfriend, but your best friend. 

Everyone said you guys wouldn’t last and you’re thinking maybe they’re right. He barely spends time with you anymore, always drags you out to parties and has you home late. Crying every night cause he’s putting in the bare minimum. Jin, your best friend, always asks why you put up with it and you give him the same delusional answer.

He’s your ‘soulmate’.

“You ready?” He hums softly, hand tapping your thigh as you park in front of Namjoon’s house. The soft light from the streetlamp is hitting his face in the right way, making him look ethereal, even if it was in black and white. 

You lean forward to press a hope filled kiss against his lips, one that he returns gently. “Yeah.”

Getting out of the car, you’re nearly hoisted into the air by Namjoon that has you squealing in excitement. He was crazy strong, throwing you over his shoulder as he walked inside his own house. It was roomy inside, the living room already set for everyone to hang out. You can see the opened beer cans across the table, some even tipped over and you look at your Apple Watch, seeing it was only eight. 

“Starting early huh, Joon?” 

You can practically hear him grin as he sets you down, but of course the alcohol in his system has you tipping backwards into a tall figure. It was a small bump, but you’re giggling because Hoseok and Jimin are acting over dramatic. They practically throw themselves onto the floor like a couple of bowling pins which has you laughing even harder. 

“Y/N!” Hoseok whines, rubbing his elbow while Jimin lays on his back pretending to be knocked out. You roll your eyes, grabbing his hand to pull him up before pushing the top of your foot into the blonde’s side. “How could you just kill Jimin like that!!” That makes everyone groan sarcastically as you push your hair behind your ear and kick Jimin lightly. 

“She still loves me,” Jimin swoons playfully as you kick him, making him hold his heart before jumping up. “How are you, babe?” You accept the hug that he gives you, holding him tightly. You shrug, looking at Jungkook who is already downing shots with Namjoon. The bond between all of them was unbreakable, and you didn’t feel like starting anything tonight, so you lie. 

“I’ve been good! Classes have been kicking my ass, but that’s just the usual for all of us anyways. How’s the new dance class?” The look Jimin gives makes you think for a second that he doesn’t buy it and you feel your stomach drop. Thankfully, he doesn’t press further. 

“It’s been okay,” He starts before Taehyung emerges from the kitchen, with two drinks in his hand. 

Laughing, he replies with a, “What he means is the kids are actual devils.” Jimin cries, talking about how they were kicking his ankles but you’re focused on the raven haired male as he hands you a drink. 

Kim Taehyung was nothing, if not the most wholesome person in the group. As Jungkook’s best friend, you guys had gotten close over the years you had been together, which means he has also seen the uglier side of the younger. Whenever Jungkook would drag you out somewhere and then blatantly ignore you, Taehyung was quick to make sure you felt included. It was something you loved about him, and devoted as you were to your boyfriend, the thought remained heavy in the back of your head. What if Taehyung was your boyfriend instead?

You shake to the recesses of your memory, not wanting to think about that as he pulls you into a side hug. You almost miss the sound of him asking how you are, and you let the question roll around in your head. You feel like you could be honest with Taehyung, considering he knows you as well as Jungkook does, more so right now. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you sigh. 

“Honestly I could be better.. Ju—“

“Cmon guys, we’re starting the drinking game!” 

Jin’s voice cuts you off loudly and Taehyung throws you a small look, like he was waiting for you to say something but he doesn’t ask again as you both walk deeper into the living room. You feel a weight lifted on your shoulders as you’ve dodged another attempt to talk about something you’re avoiding deeply. You smile at him, nodding as if to tell him ‘I’ll tell you later’ while moving towards the couch where your boyfriend sat. Jungkook pats the spot in front of him and you kneel down into the spot, glad that you chose sweats and a baby doll tee rather than a skirt. Leaning back into the space between his legs, he tilts your head back a little to catch your lips in a kiss that’s soft and slow. He smiles into the movements, letting you up before brushing his fingers through the tangles in your hair. 

It’s a kiss that should make you weak, but the flame, unfortunately, is gone. He holds you and kisses you like you’re his, but the verbal actions don’t say the same. Now you’re the one downing your drink in hopes to get your mind to slow down. 

“What game are we playing again?” You ask, sipping the last of your drink before setting it to the table on your left. Jin bends down to take the vacant spot next to you, throwing you a ‘hey girl’ before settling into the cushions. You felt a hell of a lot better with Jin by your side, hand folding with his as he squeezes it softly. He was the only one who truly knew how you felt, which is why he probably raced Hoseok for this certain spot.

Jin snorts. “Uno?” His head turns as you all watch Yoongi emerge from the hallway holding a stack of cards. You’re really hoping it isn’t uno, or go fish. Those, of all games, were boring. Okay, maybe you’d let UNO slide but ‘Sorry!’ can go. 

Suga takes the spot next to Taehyung on the rug, setting the huge deck on the floor before cracking open his four loko. 

“No. When I was thinking of games to play, I figured.. what? You’d drink every time you had to pick a card?” Yoongi hands everyone one card faced down before handing them another face up and you finally understand. 

“Black jack!” You and Taehyung say in unison, making you both laugh softly. You can practically feel Jungkook behind you, tensing as he rubs your shoulders softly. You can’t care less. 

Yoongi gets the game started as the dealer, trying a new way as he used three decks to play. You’re not sure how that even worked, but everyone was having fun, and you had long forgotten about Jungkook and school. It seems everyone else had too, because the cards were set aside and everyone was talking, drunk off the beers the game forced them to drink. You, as well, are feeling a little tipsy considering you busted way too many times leaving Yoongi to fill up your cup three times. You’re almost feeling a little tired too, but you listen to everyone talk, not really paying attention until you hear Jimin and Taehyung’s convo. 

“No guys, stop,” Jimin whined as Namjoon and Taehyung laughed. “I think she might really be my soulmate.” You feel the mood go somber at that word, but you know its only for you, even if you and Taehyung briefly share a look. 

Namjoon lets out a groan of frustration. “Dude, you guys fucked like… once? She can’t be there’s no way.” Jimin launches into a huge spiel about how when the time is right he’ll know and the connection is too good to pass up but even that leaves you stumbling.

You remember stories that your mom told you of her friends finding their soulmate, even how her and your dad met. She said your world stays black and white until you truly connect with your soulmate, then you’re weirdly connected to them like a magnet. Even after being with Jungkook for two years, you haven’t had the connection and your faith in the concrete foundation of your relationship is slipping. Right through your fingers it seems. You wonder what the hell it takes for a couple to truly connect? How long it takes?

You think it’s sweet. It’s refreshing to hear someone talk about someone they love, and You catch Taehyung’s eyes. You both share the same dumb expression with silly smiles, watching Jimin pour his heart out to people who are barely listening. You watch Taehyung move from his spot to come sit on your other side, laughing as his drink spills a little. No one is really paying attention to the cards, and you start yet another random conversation about the weather or something. 

You and Taehyung were avid sim players, and if anything, it was easy to move to a sims related topic just of the Seasons expansion pack. You feel Jungkook tap your shoulders, and you nod at him to give you a minute. He keeps calling your name, louder.

“One second,” you mumble irritated, feeling as his small poking turns into painful jabs. You turn on him, flinching into Taehyung at the aggressiveness fo the motions. “What do you need, jungkook?” You can tell he’s angry, but you’re just lost on why. 

“Get me another drink? Thanks,” he huffs, pushing his empty cup into your hand that was already full, causing the contents to spill.

The silence after that sentence is damaging your ears as you watch everyones faces turn. The way it was so abrupt and how the tone descended onto your ears. The boys’ faces around you seem shocked, considering Jungkook barely interrupted you. Interrupted literally anyone. You feel your chest tighten as you look up at him and there’s no emotion in his eyes, no warmth. He’s just waiting while you feel a thousand eyes on you  before Taehyung clears his throat.

“You know uh.. I need a refill too, I’ll come with.” He’s suddenly right by your side as you both walk into the kitchen, glad that it was a completely different room. “You okay?” He asks quietly and you set both the cups on the counter as you take a deep breath. The moment you hear Jungkook laughing in the other room has your breaking down over the counter, screwing your eyes shut as your hands balled into fists. 

You’re not sure why you’re even crying. 

Because Jungkook asked you to get him a drink, and didn’t say please? Because he interrupted you? Because he was a dick about it, but you’re used to that. You think you’re crying because the relationship wasn’t the same and it won’t ever be. He would’ve done it himself and offered to fill yours. He would’ve been showing you affection and holding your hand while you guys went out. Offering to spend the night so you guys can hangout. Every time you guys text, it’s because you texted first. You have to beg him to FaceTime, beg him to hangout. You’re crying over something small, but it’s the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Hey.. You okay?”  Taehyung says softly, hand pressed to the lower portion of your back. It’s the question that makes everyone cry at least a little bit harder, almost forcing you into the arms of the brunette (you assume) standing next to you. You hold him tightly, body shaking as you let out all emotions into his hands. To be honest, he’s not sure what to do, considering he’s never had a crying girl in his arms before. He’s almost thinking he should get Jungkook, but goes with his better judgement. 

Bringing yourself together, you finally catch a break, to breathe deeply before pulling away and wiping the makeup from your eyes. 

“It’s j-just…” You hiccup loudly, hand on your forehead as you take a deep breath into your stomach. “I know it se-seems like a small thing, but everything a-adds up, Taehyung.”

He pouts. “I know it does, Y/N… I can tell.” He’s rubbing your back in circular motions to keep you breathing steadily. “We all can tell how much this is really affecting you.” You nod with him, eyes darting to the doorway of the room every now and then, hoping that he doesn’t come in here. You honestly were just so fed up with how he was acting. 

“I put one hundred and ten percent into the relationship, Tae. I give everything and he keeps taking and taking, and I can’t do it anymore… I love him, but what if he isn’t my soulmate? We’ve been together for three years and haven’t connected yet? W-what a joke,” you sob, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. Taehyung isn’t having any of it, shaking his head like he was disappointed in you. And he was. He often wonders why the hell you can’t see your own worth. Why you’re still with Jungkook. He’s his best friend, but god he isn’t blind. Neither is the entire friend group.

“Y/N. I can promise you right now that he is not your soulmate, and if you can’t see that then you’re missing out on the obvious.”

By now he’s pushing some of your hair out of your face and wiping the black smudge of the mascara from your cheeks. 

“Even if you guys started seeing with each other, I would still pray you find someone who loves you Y/N. Someone who wants to put all their time into you, and your life.” Hearing those words fall on your ears was like a relief. You wanted to believe so bad that there was someone out there for you like that. That would want you as much as you wanted them. You’re even wishing it was Taehyung. 

After a while, you nod. “That sounds nice…. Your soulmate is sure g-going to be lucky,” you laugh softly before looking back towards the door. You decide not to waste anymore tears, wiping your eyes for— hopefully— the last time. “You’re right.. The tears really aren’t worth it.”

“They aren’t. The baddest bitch I know doesn’t need to be crying.” 

Thank god, you’re laughing now. Sniffling your nose like the baby you are, you’re shoving him playfully with a dumb smile on your face.

“Shut up.”

He smiles softly, a little laugh exiting his mouth. “See? You know it too… c’mere-“ He motions for you to fall into his arms, and you do. He was right. If Jungkook wasn’t going to put in effort, then who were you to even try? Not the one. Jungkook’s hugs didn’t even feel the same. Taehyung’s were warm and filled with meaning. He wanted you to know that he cared, and you wanted to stay there for as long as you could. Like you couldn’t even get out of the embrace, but you knew Jin was bound to come looking for you sometime. 

Pulling away, you’re ready to thank him but you find yourself looking down at the color of the red vans you sport on your feet. You almost want to puke on them, eyes bulging at the sight. You blink a couple times, the last of tears dripping from your eyes to the fabric of your shoes. They follow them to your ankle with a purple beaded anklet resting on your tan skin. All these colors you never knew existed. Snapping your head up, Taehyung wears the same expression you are, eyes ready to burst from his head. You know he sees the color too, his hands still enclosed around yours. You’re seconds away from pointing out the color that you finally see, but you can’t breathe. Not one bit. 

A huge dizzy wave hits your head, making you stumble back a little bit as Jin enters the room. You always figured Jin had some sort of tie to you, considering he always knew when you were in trouble or felt distressed without you having to say a word. 

“Hey.. Y/N. Jungkook says he’s getting ready to leave, so….” You shake your head, unable to rip the gaze from Taehyung’s face. You finally scan him quick, a tan undertone to his skin. Cheeks red, eyes a dark brown. Now you notice his hair, which was in fact… not brown like you had figured. It was dirty blonde, dark roots at the beginning of the strands. You felt your stomach wobbling, hand holding it in place. Maybe it was the alcohol or the sudden shock, but you’re running to the bathroom. Jin follows you closely, throwing an apology over his shoulder to the newfound blonde. 

“What the hell?”

Jin’s voice comes soft over your ears as you wretch over the toilet, nothing but pure alcohol and the small half of a ham sandwich. It tasted foul, making you wanting to throw even more up, but your stomach contracts to signal there isn’t anything left. Sitting down next to the toilet you shake your head as Jin shuts the door. 

The first thing you say is, “red… red.” You breathe heavily over the toilet, watching Jin with a wild expression on his face, like you’ve grown another head. You feel like you have. “Is Jung— is he gone?” 

Flushing the toilet, the raven haired boy shuts the lid and sits on it, moving your head to lay softly on his thigh. Jin doesn’t know what the fuck just happened, but he’s texting Jungkook to go considering you’re puking all over the bathroom. He gets the read receipt, and knows Jungkook is probably halfway to his car. Maybe something happened with the two in question, and Jin is hoping so. He never liked Jungkook one bit. He used to be the golden boy. Straight A’s, always smiling, making plans and cheering up the group as best as he could. 

No one knows what turned him. Maybe it was the frat he joined, the parties he went to. Maybe he did some coke but you weren’t too sure. Something changed Jungkook, and you have no clue what it was. Maybe you’ll never want to know. 

“Yeah, I think he left. Baby… you okay?” It felt like a loaded question, and you were finally breathing regularly as you looked up at him, tears in your eyes. This was Jin. He’d have advice for you. You lean your forehead forward into his lap, shaking your head. You feel the warm hand on your back, rubbing in rhythmic circles.

“I think…” You start, looking up at him and restarting more slower. “I think.. No, I know Jungkook isn’t my soulmate.. And I’m stupid for thinking so.” Saying those words out loud had your head spinning, Jin’s eyebrows cocked up as he scoffs in disbelief. 

“You didn’t figure this out sooner?”

You whine. “Jin.. this is serious!”

“Okay,” he laughs, hand running through the tangles in your hair. “How did you come to this realization?” You honestly don’t know where to start, leaning back so you could see him better as you stand up, leaning against the bathroom counter. You’re wondering where Taehyung is, hoping to catch him to talk. You’ve never been this fucking confused in your life. 

“Because, wh-when me and Taehyung were in the kitchen, I was ranting to him and he was comforting me and just being there. And the entire time I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I wanted Jungkook to act more like him.. When we pulled away, everything just bursted into color, Seokjin.” His brown eyes got serious as you used his full name, mouth dropping open. Jin, for once, didn’t have a comment. 

“I know.. god, I fucking know. Who would’ve known? I’d been chasing Jungkook for so long, who the hell would’ve known Taehyung would’ve been my soulmate… and what the hell do I do about Jungkook?”

Jin takes a deep breath. “I think, that you should sleep it off, Y/N. Maybe… how about we just relax for the night you know? Even if it’s hard, I want your mind off of this. You deserve a breather,” he said softly, standing to kiss your forehead before grabbing a couple facemasks and dragging you out of the bathroom. He was right. You definitely weren’t going to decide on anything tonight. Your brain was on the brink of exploding, and it would be foolish to think you could even come to a conclusion. After a good nights rest and a couple of days, you’d decide what to do. 

Putting your trust in Jin for the night, you breathe freely. 

“Alright, lets do it.”

It wasn’t hard to get you distracted from the elephant in the room, sitting in the living room with weak ass martinis since Jin can’t mix drinks for shit. They were on the fruitier side which you were thankful for, but you took it one sip at a time, mind slowly drifting to funnier things. Like Jin’s current love interests.

The house was much more comforting when it was just you and Jin under the roof, (with the exception of Namjoon). You had slipped into some shorts and a sweater, thanking the lord that Jin already had a pair of your pajamas here from the other nights you spent together. The best thing about having a guy as your best friend is that he won’t wear the clothes that you happen to forget. However, the worst is that he will tell you the truth about anything— no matter how it’ll make you feel. Jin wasn’t the one that liked to hurt feelings, but he did when he needed to.

Jin, being your best friend, could tell when something was up. He knew about the fights that you and Jungkook would get in. The days where you wanted to do nothing but cry, he was by your side. He knew the look on your face when something was wrong. 

You were both parked on the couch, lights dimmed and some random movie on Netflix playing. Jin wouldn’t stop talking about the secret crush he always had on Namjoon— gushing about the way Namjoon walks around the house shirtless.

“That fucking tat—“ Jin stops in his tracks when he sees Namjoon trudge into the kitchen. Shirtless, of course.

The black sweatpants rested on his waist, his V-line visible to anyone with eyes willing to travel that far down his figure. The dragon tattoo that wrapped around his arm was now a deep red to you. His hand ran through the messy black hair that laid over his bloodshot eyes. If it wasn’t for the smell of weed, you’d think that Namjoon hasn’t eaten in a week. He scavenged through the cabinets, collecting a few of each snack there was. After being satisfied with what he took, to your surprise he decided to sit down with you and Jin.

“What were you guys talking about? I know you weren’t watching this dumb ass movie,” Namjoon unwraps his first Hostess cupcake, almost taking the whole thing in his mouth within the first bite.

Jin stared at him, drool basically coming out of his mouth at the sight in front of him. “Uh, nothing just talking about Jungkook,” he stumbles over his words.

“Oh, boring. Want a cupcake?” Namjoon waves one in front of your face. In response you shake your head, causing Namjoon and Jin to share a glance with one another.

“What’s wrong? I bought these with you in mind because you always clean them off of our shelves,” Namjoon ponders. Jin decided whether or not to save you from Namjoon’s questions, but let you decide for yourself considering your face looked contemplating. 

While Namjoon waited for your answer, thoughts on what to say raked your mind. Should you even trust Namjoon about what you were about to say?

Deciding to take a sharp left turn, you ditch Taehyung completely. “It’s just.. Jungkook being.. Jungkook.”

Namjoon scoffs, scratching his chest lightly. He nods like he understands… because he does. 

“Lately he’s been getting irritating. Why haven’t you just dumped him yet?” You and Jin both lean back at the small outburst, Namjoon staring at you dead serious. You open your mouth to respond but Namjoon is all over it. “Seriously, Y/N. Fuck him. He’s so blind. If I was into girls, I would’ve tried to get with you a while ago. You need to move on to someone who appreciates all of you. There’s gotta be somebody.” You sit there, braindead as you unpack everything Namjoon said. 

Jin laughs. “Damn. Well good thing you’re into boys cause I think I know the perfect guy for Y/N.” You know Jin has the fattest fucking grin on his face the travels from ear to ear. Meeting his eyes, you laugh loudly as he practically stares dreamily at Namjoon. “But seriously, Y/N. Just dump him.”

You nod, hyping yourself up for a bit. You didn’t need him. Taehyung or not, you didn’t deserve to be treated like that. Downing the rest of your martini, you smile at the two idiots. 

“Thank you guys.. I really needed this.”

Namjoon cracks open his coke, downing it before burping acidly. “Yeah yeah… who’s the mystery man?”

You groan while Jin makes you another fruity drink. Namjoon is going to get an earful tonight. 

—————— 

The next few days felt like a fever dream, moping around the house. You’re not sure why, but you feel no motivation. Your room is a mess, the small kitchen in your apartment is dirty but you leave it. You’re trying to hard to wrap your head around the situation at hand, even the small weed handouts from Namjoon aren’t helping. 

Now it’s a Wednesday night and you have no plans, and a boyfriend who is out with Jimin at some gaming arcade. They haven’t gone out together in a while, but you were happy for them to get one on one time. You knew deep down, Jimin missed hanging out with the dark haired idiot, and they were probably having a blast. You smile at the thought of them playing video games together, Jungkook laughing collectively with the bleached blonde as they shoot at the screen. 

That being said, you’re still fucking bored so you decide to dial Namjoon to see what he was up to. The energy and words he gave you the other night was something you needed more of. Joon had this chill, laid back vibe to him where he goes with the flow and tells it like it is. You think it’s the weed.

“Hello?” Namjoon answers through a mouthful of food. Fat ass. 

You respond. “Watcha up to?”

“Ohhh,” He snorts. “You wanna hangout with me as a last resort huh?” Rolling your eyes, you hear him laugh as he switches it to his other ear, the sound of chips crunching coming through the phone. 

“Stupid. You’re the first one I called.”

He falls silent. “Right. Well anyways, I’m about to go on a weed run. I got deals to make. Wanna join? I got Trizzy Tae with me.” Even if your stomach drops a little at the sound of his name, you laugh at the nickname along with the other two males. You sigh. 

“Why the hell not. I’m looking a little busted,” you hum, looking down at your leggings and tight sweater. Okay maybe you rocked this fit a little bit. “Come pick me up.”

The boys holler. “Be there in five.” The line goes dead as you set your phone in your lap, nose to the ceiling. You weren’t sure how you felt seeing Taehyung again. You were definitely not ready to see him, but you were bored out of your fucking mind. That, and you needed to rip off the bandaid before it got the best of you. 

Pushing off of the couch, you stand up and decide to shut off the lights in the living room, grabbing a water before moving towards the door. You glance towards your phone while slipping on your shoes. 

You : hey, im goin out with joon and taehyung. how’s the night with you and jimin?

You know he isn’t going to read it for a while so you just pocket the phone, and heading out the door so you can lock it behind you. You make your way down to the lobby of your apartment, stepping out the huge glass doors to see that Namjoon was pulling to the curb. A wave of relief washes over you as you climb into the passenger seat. Taehyung sat comfortable in the back as you nod both to them, eyes lingering on Taehyung’s face. 

“Why are you sitting in the backseat, you dork?” 

He laughs, shrugging. “Cause I know you wanted shotgun.” You smile at him, snorting as you agree. You would’ve wanted shotgun, and you can admire the deep red interior of Namjoon’s Tesla; a gift from his father. Strapping yourself in, you notice the huge bag at your feet as you scoff. Picking it up, you pull out a couple pre-scaled bags of weed, eyeing them closely as you turn to namjoon. 

“What?” He whined, pulling away from the curb and driving towards the main roads. He pushes the contents back into the bag and onto the floor, clicking his tongue. “You gon’ learn tonight.” Looking back at Taehyung, you roll your eyes at the idiot behind the driver seat. Taehyung shares your gaze, returning his to his phone as The Chain by Fleetwood Mac comes on the radio. Perfect, you think. A song about not feeling the same like you used to. That was something you knew a little too well. Still you sing along, Namjoon belting out all the notes loud as hell, and for what. 

The ride was relaxing, making you forget about Jungkook and the Taehyung situation. You were with your best friends, laughing loudly and enjoying the cool night air that was provided. It was maybe the best you’ve felt in a long time, and you had a feeling that nothing could ruin the high you were on. You do admit, you were a little worried considering Jungkook hasn’t texted you, but then again, he’s with friends. 

As you guys made stops for weed, you felt more and more relaxed, eyebrows shooting up when Namjoon said he was tired.

“Cmon… I haven’t been outside all day, lets just make one more,” you whined, pouting at him while he laughed. Putting the car in drive, he shrugs. 

“Yeah, the next one is only a couple of blocks over, so lets hit that before going to get food. A bro is starving.” You laugh at Taehyung agreeing, and sit back in your seat, checking your phone again for any texts. The more deliveries you guys made, the less you had to worry about stupid Jungkook. The less you had to sit and stare at the phone. 

You turn at the sound of Taehyung laughing at his phone, raising your eyebrow. 

He snorts. “Jimin just sent me the funniest photo of his dog.” You want to laugh along but you stop, doing a full 180 in your seat at that sentence. He shows you, and you see with your own eyes that Jimin is home, and not at the arcade. You calm yourself down, pushing your hair behind your ears. 

“Oh uh,, did he just get home?” Taehyung shakes his head, saying that he’s been snapping him from home the whole night. You heart sinks, but if that wasn’t enough, Namjoon throws the car in park. 

“We’re here, but…” He trails off. “That car looks a lot lik—“

“Jungkook’s.” 

As Taehyung finishes the sentence, you whip your head around to find his chevy cobalt sitting in the driveway of a house you didn’t recognize. Okay. Okay, maybe he’s hanging out with another guy friend that you don’t know.. But why would he lie? Getting out of the car, you slam the door shut before storming to the front door, namjoon in tow with the small bag in his hand and Taehyung silent. You can feel how tense the air is now, like a hand around your throat. Knocking on the door, a girl answers the door within seconds. Namjoon tries to explain that she’s gonna need to step back, but you push past the girl gently. 

You weren’t mad at her, how could she have known? As you made your way to the living room, you notice various pairs of his shoes on the shoe rack, multiple of his jackets and hoodies hung on the coat rack. You feel rage as you slam open the door to the living room, Jungkook shirtless on the couch. It was obvious that he has been comfortable there for a while. 

“You’re such a fucking dick,” you say calmly, fist in balls at your sides. You feel the girl standing next to you, arms crossed as she looked at Jungkook. “If you were sick and tired of me, you should’ve fucking said something.”

Jungkook turns white at the sight of you guys together, getting up as he shakes his hand. “It’s not what you thin—“

“It’s exactly what she thinks… You’ve been dating me for two months, and her how long?” The girl next to you says loudly, obviously angry. Your heart shatters. Tears fall freely from your face, knowing that the last three years you’ve been together must have not meant anything if he was willing to cheat. 

“For three years,” you answer her, voice cracking. She throws you a shocked look, hand on your shoulder before you see someone run past in the corner of your eye. Within seconds, Taehyung is lunging over the coffee table to tackle Jungkook to the ground. You scream for him to stop, but it falls on deaf ears, watching them scuffle on the floor. Everyone in the room is watching, Jungkook rolling them over and getting a few good punches to Taehyung’s face. You move to separate the fight, but Taehyung is grabbing Jungkook by the neck and pushing him into the floor. 

“Piece of shit,” he practically growls, knuckles connecting with the side of his face. The sound is sickening, and you watch as he pummels Jungkook’s face. You can see blood forming on the skin of Jungkook’s face, from Taehyung’s cracked knuckles. Namjoon moves quick to pull Taehyung off of him, which results in the blonde to push Joon back a few steps, storming off to the car. You’re floored, Watching Namjoon apologize to the girl before dropping the bag into her hands and pulling you out of the house. 

The sight of Jungkook on the carpet, face bloody had your heart wrenching into many pieces. Sure, he was cheating, but he looked wrecked. You didn’t have any time to even wallow even if he deserved it, because you’re moving into the backseat next to Taehyung. Namjoon fires the engine and pulls away from the curb, watching the injured boy in the back as he high tails it to Taehyung’s house. Your eyes avert to the man in question, looking at his balled fists. Wincing at the blood on the knuckles, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

He just kicked his best friend’s ass. 

Your boyfriend’s ass. You’re smiling a little on the inside, but you can’t cheer right now. Something felt wrong. You wanted to get home, and you were bringing Taehyung even if he refused. You notice a small part on his forehead is split too, and you were itching to patch him up. You had a feeling that Taehyung would go on a bender, and the last thing you wanted was him to go back out to get revenge or… something, considering he was literally fuming right next to you. 

Namjoon pulls to the curb next to Taehyung’s house and you shrug. This will have to do. 

“Hey, just uh… just drop us off here,” You say softly to Namjoon as he throws the car in park. “I’ll call you later, yeah? Tell Jin not to wait up for a text or anything..” With that and a small wave, you scoot out of the seat and follow Taehyung to the complex of his apartments, trailing behind him quietly as you reach the second floor. 

You don’t even know what you’re going to say, or even ask him. It wasn’t his place to take care of Jungkook for you, although you appreciated the gesture. But the fight had left so many questions unanswered. Why did Taehyung feel compelled to do that, and why was he so angry for you? Does he even want to discuss it, or the realization you both came to the other day? Does he feel something for you, and if s- 

“Y/N?” Taehyung laughs softly, holding open his apartment door while you stand like a dormant idiot in the hallway. You apologize softly, the questions running rampant while you step into his house and kick off your shoes by his much larger ones. Once he shuts and locks the door, he starts to walk towards the kitchen. “You hungry?” 

You deadpan to yourself. He was really thinking about food???

Grabbing his arm, you pull him in front of you. “Hey, just slow down for a second okay??? You act like you just didn’t beat the fuck out of Jungkook… cmon, we can think about food in a sec,” you say quietly, looking at how the scratch on his forehead is starting to dry. He stays in place as he holds his stomach. He looks like he doesn’t want to talk about what just happened, and naturally you want to pry but he moves away from you into the kitchen. 

Maybe he regrets fighting Jungkook, or maybe they had beef for a while, you’re not sure. You watch the dirty blonde move towards his cabinet as he pulls out instant ramen, motioning the cup towards you in a gesture of offering. You wave him off, rejecting the noodles but he pops the cup into the microwave anyways. 

“Sorry,” he apologizes, watching the cup turn in the little box. You raise a brow.

“For?”

Taehyung shrugs, lower back against the counter as he crosses his arm. Taehyung didn’t know where to start, so he decides to not say anything while waiting for the three beeps to go off. Once the cup his done, he carefully takes it and brings it to the table where you’re also sitting. He forks the noodles into his mouth, making you laugh a bit at the messy way he is eating. Even then, you’re hanging on his word, waiting for something. 

“Sorry,” he repeats. “For a lot of things… I was super hungry and just wanted to eat. Also I’m sorry for getting so crazy like that. I’ve never done anything like that before..” You watch him as he continues eating, polishing off the cup in less than a couple minutes. You watch him, trying to read him but you never could. Not like you could Jimin or Hoseok. Taehyung’s face was hard to try and decipher.

“You wanna get changed and stuff?” You ask quietly. Nodding, Taehyung shuts off the kitchen light and moves towards his bedroom while you follow suit. His bedroom was nice, much cleaner than you expected. It had a grey and tan theme to it, knowing he was one to dress in nude colors like that. Or black. Either or really suited him. 

Either way, the air in his room changed as he put on some music from his playlist; stuff to calm him down you’re assuming. You pull off off your hoodie, leaving you with the cropped tank you had underneath. You stand idle waiting for him as he changes, pulling his own beige jacket from his frame, following the tight sweater he wore. You try like hell to not stare, but who the hell wouldn’t? He stayed in his nike sweats while the vast expanse of his back was toned, muscles moving under his skin as he picked out a clean hoodie and threw it over his head. 

The look was simple, and unintentionally sexy. Your mind flashes to cuddling with him in those clothes, making out with him in those clothes. Hoping the connection would be more vibrant than anything you’ve felt with Jungkook. Unfortunately, you’re not sure where you and him stand, and you’re not sure you want to know yet. You think about asking him as he moves back in the direction of the kitchen, motioning for you to take a seat. Taehyung returns with a damp rag and a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide, laughing weakly. 

“This is all I have…”

You shake your head. “Thats okay, dork.. c’mere before the blood gets all crusty.” He sits in the kitchen chair across from you, scooting the wooden legs towards you until your knees are closed in by each of his bigger thighs. You wince as you notice it’s starting to bruise a little yellow, purple rimming the outside of the impact site. You press the rag to his forehead, letting it rest a little. His eyes close slowly, wincing at the feeling of the hydrogen peroxide working against the small gash, but you don’t hold up. 

Looking down at his knuckles, you sigh. “They look like they hurt… how did it feel? P-punching him?” The volume of your voice gets softer at the last word, not knowing where the boundaries were on the subject. Taehyung shrugs slowly, looking down at the knuckles that were cracked, bruising forming on the skin. His other fingers rub the area before his hands go limp in his lap. 

“Honestly,” he breathes. “I hated every moment of it.” 

That was an answer you didn’t expect, considering he went WWE on Jungkook’s ass, but you wanted to hear him out either way. 

“He was my best friend, and I hate fighting with him. I’ve known him longer than any of the other bro’s and we got a bond that I can’t match with anyone else…” You can hear some regret in his voice, but you feel there’s something else. “It’s just crazy. I never thought I would’ve ever hit him like that.. Hit anyone like that!” He seems surprised with himself.

A short breath leaves you. “Then why did you?”

“Huh?”

“Why did you attack him like that? 

Taehyung shrugs, eyes averting your stare. “I’m not really sure why, but I don’t regret it.” Your stomach drops at the sound of those words. “Jungkook is my best friend, but you never deserved to be treated like that. I hated to fucking see it.” You smile a little bit, remaining silent as you continue to tend to his wounds. Now you’re even more confused on what you guys are. Does that mean he’s been mad over it for a while? Did he wish you had a different boyfriend than Jungkook? Perhaps even Taehyung himself a—

He’s quick to strike up conversation. You stumble a little on your train of thought, laughing as he made fun of Namjoon’s new steering wheel cover that was “a little too fruity”, in Taehyung’s own words. You guys talk smoothly for what feels like hours, about everything and anything. Fruits, types of chicken, even the busted ass alcohol selection at the party you both attended. But not once did he mention the obvious elephant in the room, even if it’s not uncomfortable.

Taehyung tells you a lot about his life. 

His mom, recently became sick, and they’re closer than ever. His grades are thriving, and he’s making good money working on cars. It makes you realize how much you don’t know about him. Rather, how much you haven’t been around him. You feel a little guilty, considering he’s been dealing with his mom. You had wanted to rewind and be there for him in ways Jungkook never was. In a way, Taehyung wanted to return the favor. The conversation keeps flowing, the music changing every couple minutes before a deep base line that you recognize moves over the speakers, and you both look up and laugh. 

Movements was one of the first bands you had really seen in concert. You begged Jungkook for weeks to go with you, but he was more into rap. Taehyung, offered to go with you and you both had the time of your lives. ‘Deep Red’ was the closing song they preformed, and you remember that night to this day. Jumping around, care-free. Taehyung keeps your gaze in an air-tight lock. 

Soft skin, hard stare. Feels wrong, but all’s fair.

I try but I can’t seem to look away and you don’t care. Instead you meet my steady gaze and we go from there.

You watch in astonishment as Taehyung gets up, head banging like a complete idiot. He grabs the salt shaker off the counter, using it as a pretend microphone. You turn to the clock, time almost hitting one in the morning. Damn, we were talking for a while. You, of course, follow his lead and jump around with him in the living room of his apartment. Something about it is nostalgic, reminding you of the actual concert. 

Taehyung takes your hands, leading you in circles, the biggest smile you’ve seen on his face in maybe forever. Your expression matches his as well. You feel better with him, something you’ve said maybe a thousand times to yourself. You feel naturally happy, and you’re reaching for more. Desperate for more of this feeling. 

Stay up, all night. Real love for the first time.

And I can’t tell if this is all a dream or if I’m really here, but as long as I can feel you I don’t really care. 

He has you close to his chest, hands on your waist as you spin in deformed circles in the living room. Cloud nine was an understatement, your smile staying permanent on your face. You’re seeing Taehyung in a whole new light. Nothing else even mattered to you at this moment. 

Can we pretend like it’s just you and me? 

I wanna act like I can feel something.

You both slow down a little, taut gazes glued together like your life depended on it. You watch your world slowly brighten into more brighter colors as Taehyung brings you closer, your hands on his upper arms. They’re placed weirdly so you move them around his neck. You feel like you’re shaking with excitement. Jungkook long gone in your mind as Taehyung swings you slowly. 

He’s hesitant, but his lips just press to your forehead. Taehyung knows he’s testing out the waters. His first spot was your lips, but he felt it was too soon. If you ask him? He was ready, more than ready. An instant connection like this made him lustful to be with you. Not fucking you, or wearing you on his arm like his former friend had done in the past. Taehyung felt overwhelmed with the urge to hold you, play with your hair. Other things he had been wanting to give you for a while now, that Jungkook never could. 

He takes a small breath, confidence pooling out into his chest as he closes his eyes and leaps. 

And you don’t have to give it back to me, but I can’t promise much of anything 

Your body stalls, but you’re kissing him back in seconds. His lips are warm and soft, moving slow as he pulls you flush against his body. You become putty in his hands. Desperation gets the best of you as your hands tangle in the shorter strands of the hair on his neck, stopping your dancing as your feet plant flat on the floor. Taehyung’s ready to end the small kiss, and talk about it awkwardly after but today you were rolling with it. 

You catch his lips quickly after he tries to move back, and you’re getting a little distracted now. You couldn’t get enough of the contrast. Jungkook had no idea what chapstick was, and he was always trying to get to the point. You can tell Taehyung was just as timid as you were, hands moving from your waist down a little lower to test the waters. You invite him carefully, pushing back into his hands. Lust washes over your body, like you’ve been waiting for him to touch you for a while. 

“Sorry,” he groaned, lips disconnecting yours in a way that made your second heartbeat go crazy. He hadn’t moved away from them, talking against them as he wet his own lips with his tongue. Something you had wanted to taste. 

“Why are you sorry?” You question it, pulling away to look at him. 

He shrugs, and you sense some guilt. “I don’t know... you guys just broke up and— God I just want you, Y/N. Physically and mentally I want to have you…” You knew you felt the same, watching his eyes closely. 

“Then have me… screw Jungkook. He never deserved me like you do,” you hummed, pulling your lip into your teeth as you grab his hands and nudge him back into the table to where he rested on the edge of it. He grabs the back of your thighs to bring you in-between his huge legs, resting there for a while. You end up with a dumb little smile on your face, arms around his neck. Taehyung’s expression seems a little shy, but he’s finding himself moving forward to kiss you again. 

It’s more fast paced than before, lips upturned into every movement as he deepened it. Your head titled back, letting it become more lazy and sloppy while he pushed his lips hard agains yours. He was holding everything back; this is something he had dreamt of for a while. A little teen fantasy of stealing you from Jungkook and treating you right.

Your hands moved towards his lower back, running up his shirt to feel his warm skin. His back immediately broke out into tiny goosebumps, but his tongue was moving into your mouth and who were you to object it. You take it in, exhilarated as he took control of the kiss. 

Taehyung breathes. “Do you, uh-“

“Yeah,” you whine, feeling his hands getting a grip on your legs to pick you up. You continue kissing him while he brings you to what you assume is his bedroom, feeling the bed bounce as he settled you both down a little rough. You laugh softly, legs wrapping around his hips while you resumed kissing. The blonde above you had his hands moving under your shirt, and you were in no position to protest, top coming over your head and onto the floor. 

You had no bra, so you were already exposed in front of him. The soft panting is filling up the room as he runs his hands up your stomach, the rough pads of his fingers making your skin ripple in goosebumps as well. You watch him as he just feels the smooth plane of your skin, no underlying intentions as he trails up your chest to cup the mounds of flesh. He lowers down, kissing the skin gently, and you head starts to spin. 

I see in shades of grey, I’m going blind again, but when it comes to you my world is red. 

You watch him take care of your skin, noticing how Jungkook never took his time like this. He always wanted to fuck, and rush, and get it over with. Taehyung wanted to preserve the time, take his time and make sure he savored every single moment. Something you had never experienced before. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled into your skin, moving from your chest to your sternum. Your hands tangle in his hair, and you push the soft strands out of his face, watching him as he stares at you through long eyelashes. He was so ethereal, and he knew it too. You felt like you could finally relax. 

All the doubts you’ve had about your previous relationship, washed free from your hands. You didn’t have to worry about him cheating on you, or not really loving you. You could tell that he wasn’t going anywhere, and that you could finally relax.