A cold wind brushes over your body as your eyes flutter open.

Instinctively, you reach out with squinted eyes, grabbing the sheets and wrapping it around yourself, burying your body beneath the blankets.

An unsatisfied grunt emits from beside you, and tilt your head to the source of the sound.

Your eyes widen, seeing a completely naked Jimin squinting up at you, the blanket covering your body, rendering him exposed.

"Give it back."
He mutters, his hair sticking up in different directions.

You sigh, loosening some of the blanket from your body for him.

He gratefully snuggles under it, his warm arms wrapping around your waist, pulling yourself to him.

His palm lays against your stomach, gently caressing it.

"Last night was..."
He trails off, as you nibble on your inner cheek.

"Exhausting."
You complete his sentence as he chuckles, playfully nipping at your earlobe.

"You're the one that wanted Round 7."
He whispers as you huff out, smacking his bare chest.

You stare up into his chocolate eyes, your head leaning against his bicep beneath it.

"Does this mean we're..."
You trail off, and a small smile encapsulates his soft features.
"Official? Yes. Yes we are."

He completes your sentence as you smile, lifting your head up to plant your lips against his. You share a short, sweet kiss as he smiles, stroking your caramel hair.

"Ah, now I can finally kiss you, and hold you without hiding anymore. It'll be the talk of the institution, don't you think?"
He chimes, his eyes pushing up into delighted little crescents.

You smile, but it slowly begins to fall as you turn away.

Taehyung. He called me yesterday.

He's been acting strange lately... I hope he won't be upset with me because of this.

Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

You glance at the time, stretching.

11:15 a.m

"It's late, I'm hungry."
You whine, pushing yourself up.

The blanket falls from your body, as you walk over to your closet.

Jimin whistles, propping himself up on his elbow, his mischievous gaze all over you.

You snicker, walking out of the room.
"I'll lend you a pair of my brother's clothes, wait here."

"Make sure the curtains are closed! Someone might see you!"
Jimin yells after you as you roll your eyes, cantering into your brother's room.

You're startled when the doorbell rings and your eyes widen as you grab a towel, wrapping it around yourself.

The bell rings again, a hint of impatience lingering behind whoever was outside the door.

"Coming!"
You yell, hurrying over and opening it. Your eyes widen as your grip tightens on the towel around you.
"T-tae! What are you doing here?"

Your shocked expression mimicks his as he sees you in nothing but a towel.
"I'm sorry, I'll come back once you're-"

You suddenly hear Jimin's voice echo from behind you.
"Who's at the door, babe?"

Taehyung's expressions falter as you sheepishly laugh when he turns up next to you, the blanket wrapped around his lower body.

"J-Jimin! Go back inside, I'll-"

"Why are you here?"
Jimin spits out, his mood clearly drowned into the gutter.

Taehyung's gaze stays fixed to the floor as his fists clench tightly.

"Jimin!"
You hiss, pushing him away and turning to the breaking man outside.
"I-Im so sorry, let's meet at-"

"No, it's fine."
He bluntly states, his eyes flickering up to you. It was then that you noticed the dark circles beneath them, and the agitated red lines around his lids.

"I came to see if we could have breakfast together, but I see you're already occupied. Maybe some other time, hmm?"
He says, his voice barely above a whisper as he turns around, stomping down the steps.

"Tae, wait!"
You yell after him, holding tightly onto the towel around you as he disappears down the stairs.

An unusual swirl of emotions tumbled inside you at that very moment.

Sadness, Anger, Relief, Turmoil, and ones that you couldn't even recognize.

Slamming the door shut, you look around the room, finding it empty.

You stomp into your room, finding Jimin already putting on a pair of your brothers shorts.

"Why did you have to do that?!"
You yell, your hand flailing in the air in frustration.

He grits his teeth, his raging gaze meeting yours.
"What are you talking about?"

"What has he ever done to you, for you to behave this way to him? He just came over to-"

"Why do you fucking care so much about him so much anyways?!"
He yells, throwing Jungkook's shirt across the room, striding over to you.

"I thought we had something now, but he keeps getting in the fucking way."
He growls, towering over you.

You huff out in frustration, smacking his chest hard.
"No, he's not! He's my friend, and you can't just-"

"No he's not."
Jimin bluntly states, his nostrils flaring as his deathly glare pierces a hole right through you.

"I can see that you're more than just a friend in his eyes, Y/N. Why don't you?"

You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off.

"Or maybe you already do."

He begins to slowly walk forward, backing you up against the wall as you let out a yelp when he slams his hands on either side of you.

"Tell me, Y/N. Are you weighing out your options right now?"

Something stings at your heart as his words leave his mouth.
"Why would you think I'm doing that? Don't you trust me?"
You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I do."
He bluntly states, his anger slowly subsiding at your words.
"It's him I don't trust."

You place a hand on his bare chest where his heart is, the soft skin beneath your fingers sending tingles throughout your body as the towel falls to the ground.

"I trust him. H-he's not going to do anything to us or our relationship, Jimin. You know I love you, and that isn't going to change."

You feel his heart speeding inside his chest beneath your palm as you caress the smooth skin.

Jimin's breath is stuck in his throat as his arm slinks around your waist, lunging himself towards you.

His head nuzzles into your neck as you embrace him tightly, stroking the nape of his neck.

"I just... don't want to lose you to him."
He whispers, a stark contrast to the raging man he was a few moments ago.

You hum, rubbing your hand up and down his back.
"You won't."

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You shiver, pulling the scarf tighter around your neck as you press your phone to your ear.

Why isn't he picking up?

You sigh, staring at the screen as the call is left unanswered for the sixth time.

Alright, once more and I'll give up.

Dialing the number and pressing it to your ear, you almost give up when the call is finally picked up.

Seizing the opportunity, you splutter.
"Hello? Tae? Can you hear me?"

"Heeelloooo?"

His voice echoes through the phone as you furrow your eyebrows.

"Tae? Are you-"

"Stooop ditsrubin me! Leave meeee alone!"

His voice cracks continuously throughout his sentence and your heart breaks hearing him.

"Are you drunk?"

"N-no... I not... drunk!"

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"I'm coming home. Please don't do anything stupid."

You cut the call, guilt boiling inside you as you hurriedly get into a taxi.

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Barging into his apartment, your eyes dart in alarm all over the place.

"Tae? Where are you?"
You yell, rushing into each room to find it empty, dark and silent.

He never drinks.

This is all my fault!

You scurry to the stairs, running up before being abruptly halting in your steps.

Your shoulders slump as you see the shirtless man before you, lazily slouched on the stairs with a bottle of alcohol in his hand and two empty ones beside him.

His red eyes stare up at you, dazed.

You crouch down, sitting on the step below him, scrunching your nose at the stench of alcohol that brimmed from him.

"Why are you here?"
He slurs, his eyelids drooping as he sways the bottle around, before bringing it to his lips.

You nibble on your lower lip before taking the bottle from him.

"Heeey! Give it baaack!"
He whines as you bring it to your lips, wincing as the burning liquid pours down your throat.

"Sharing is caring."
You bluntly state, holding the bottle up as he desperately tries reaching for it.

"You don' care about meee! So I do the same!"
He whines, his voice hitting two octaves higher than normal.

You furrow your eyebrows, still holding the bottle in the air.
"That's not true, I do care about you."

He huffs in agitation, finally snatching the bottle from you and downing the remaining liquid inside it.
"Yeah, tell Jeemin that."

You sigh, your gaze dropping down to your fidgeting fingers.

Should I ask him now?

He attempts standing up, but fails, plopping right down where he was before.

A layer of sweat coats his milky skin as he groans out loud, his hands fumbling at the button on his jeans.
"Too... Too hot."

Your eyes widen, bringing your hand to his, halting his movements. You shake your head vigorously as he glares at you with a pout.

"Not now, please."

"Why do youuu care?"

You grit your teeth, your tongue itching to say the words you wanted.

"Stop saying that."

I wish I could talk about everything with him.

But I can't, when he's like this.

"I waited furr soooo long."

He drags along his sentence, leaning back on his elbows and spreading his legs, staring at you with hooded, dazed eyes.

"Waited for what?"

"Y/N-ie."

He chirps, ruffling his hair.

"Why would you wait for me, Tae?"

You ask, sighing and laying down beside him. The stairs were uncomfortable, jutting into multiple areas of your back but you held it in for then.

"Because... because..."

You hear his voice begin to crack before his face contorts in sorrow, a child's wail leaving his lips.

Your eyes widen as he bawls out beside you, his fists balled and rubbing his eyes.

"Tae! W-what-"

"Why don' you love meee?"

He wails, turning away from you as guilt hits you hard in that moment.

"I'm sorry."

"Why can't you leeaave him?!"

He yells, pushing himself up and stumbling down the stairs.

"I can't just do that to him!"

You call after him as he stumbles to the kitchen.

"Yes you can, I always here for you but you not."

You wanted to laugh at his silly broken speech but now was not the time.

"Let's not have this conversation. I'd rather talk to you when you're sober. Alright?"

He doesn't respond, simply pulling out another bottle of alcohol. You sigh, grabbing it from him.

"That's enough drinking for you."

"Give it back!"

You startle as he screams, his fists clenched and face set in a dangerous stare towards you.

You stare back at him in disbelief.

"Tae-"

"I said give. it. BACK!"

He screams once more, taking a step closer to you with each word as an uneasy feeling began to seep into you. There were no traces of jokes in him at the moment, and the raw, primal fury in his eyes were evident.

You had seen that rare emotion surface in him when he was at his limit, but what shocked you was the fact that this was the first time he was directing it to you.

You swallow the painful lump in your throat, exhaling a wavering breath before shoving the bottle in his hand.

"You want to drink your heart away? Fine. I'm leaving. Feel free to give me a call when you're in your right sense of mind!"

You yell back at him before swiftly turning around and walking out the apartment, slamming the door shut behind you.

Tae stares after you, his lips trembling and his chest heaving.

"N-no, come back."

His voice much softer now, gripping onto the bottle.

"I s-sorry..."

He speaks into the silent apartment, his voice barely above a whisper as his gaze falls to the green bottle in his hand.

He grits his teeth, tears beginning to drip down his face as he raises his arm in fury, flinging the bottle. Smashing against the wall, he watches as shards fly everywhere, the amber liquid flowing all over the floor.

He drops to his knees, gripping his hair in his hands as a broken wail leaves his lips.

She's all I ever had, all I ever want. Why can't she just be mine?