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He’s a patient man, he is. He shouldn’t be sitting here stirred up as much as he is, but then again, how could he not be? Jimin is hanging off Jungkook’s shoulders, not his. Jimin is sharing his meal with Jungkook , not him. It always seems to be Jungkook, doesn’t it? Taehyung’s trying his fucking hardest to keep from exploding at this table, but with Jungkook and Jimin hanging off each other like a couple of hornballs, he wonders if arson is all too bad in the first place.
Seriously, what the fuck is up with these two? Just a few months ago Jungkook was declaring his love for Yoongi. Now he suddenly wants Jimin instead? It doesn’t sit right in his stomach, brings about something green and heavy in the pit, heavy enough to make him sick. He holds his breath to prevent sniffling.
“Jungkookie stop!” Jimin whines, loud enough to get the hairs on Taehyung’s neck raising. Taehyung glances over at them once more, lips downturned. He tries to hold back his sour expression, but he can’t.
“Say please.” Please, huh? Taehyung feels like beating Jungkook to a bloody pulp, even though realistically he knows he’d be in a losing fight. Whatever. His point still stands.
“Just give it back!” Why don’t you give me back my fucking sanity, Jimin? Huh? How about that?
“Say, please. ” Fuck that. Seriously, fuck this, Fuck that , and fuck them.
Taehyung startles as the table abruptly shakes from the force of Yoongi standing, and he’s barely able to catch onto Yoongi muttering about needing another drink before his hyung is long gone. He watches as his hyung settles at the bar, posture slumped and expression glum. Taehyung feels about as good as he looks.
When Taehyung looks back at the pair beside him, he’s almost angry that Jungkook’s watching Yoongi worriedly. He doesn’t get the right to care about Yoongi anymore, not like that. Not since he’s been with Jimin.
“I’m gonna go check on him.” Taehyung huffs, pushing away from the table angrily. He can’t keep his emotions in anymore, adrenaline rushing through him with each passing minute he’s stuck in that damn seat.
Yoongi hardly notices when he settles next to him, only turning his head when he calls for him weakly. Yoongi’s instantly attentive, and it’s the first time in weeks that Taehyung actually feels heard, feels seen. It’s easy to spill out the situation to Yoongi, he can’t help but ramble about his situation with Jimin to Yoongi. Deep down, he knows Yoongi is suffering as well. Maybe Jungkook’s feelings aren’t all too one sided.
Recounting the situation stirs up a whole new wave of frustration within him, like really, how could Jimin do this to him? Taehyung had never been anything but understanding towards him, receptive to his every word, but most of all, supportive. He can’t be the same way for him? Meeting with his ex was necessary, truly putting everything into perspective. It settled a darkness in him that’d been stewing for years, and it just served to have him appreciate Jimin more.
He didn’t even lie! He never hid it from him, told him everything that happened that fucking night, and he still had the nerve to cut things off with him? How pathetic is fucking that? Taehyung bites his tongue, holding in his screams to not startle everyone in this fucking place. It was only natural that he dragged Yoongi onto the dance floor, forcing him to help put Jimin in his shoes. And it was certainly exhilarating.
His heart is pounding in his chest as he pulls Yoongi close, shushing his hyung’s worries with promises of only a good outcome. It doesn’t help that Yoongi slots against him almost perfectly. He could never be Jimin, but he’s enough for now. When he peels his eyes back to the table, he can’t help but grow smug at the fury brewing inside Jimin and Jungkook’s eyes. Serves them right.
It’s easy to shut out the wolf whistles of the others, but he can tell Yoongi is still having a hard time adjusting. “They’re watching us.”
Yoongi tenses in his hold, and Taehyung’s smirk only grows wider. It feels wrong to be doing this, but oh so right. He can only imagine how pissed Jimin must be, especially now that he has another pretty boy on his arm. Jimin’s always been more jealous than normal, likes to stake his claim as Taehyung’s prettiest boy , as he likes to call himself.
Wonder how he feels with another pretty boy hanging off him.
Taehyung spins Yoongi around, showcasing them both to the table. He can vaguely make out the way Yoongi’s eyes flutter across the table, taking in everyone’s expressions. And when Yoongi settles his eyes on Jungkook, well. Taehyung’s suspicions are confirmed. He feels like pushing Jungkook’s buttons too, now. He deserves it, the fucking brat.
“Maybe we should put on a show? Hm?” Taehyung can practically hear the gears turning in Yoongi’s head, coming up with any and every excuse to shoot down his idea.
“Taehyung, Jimin looks like he’s gonna kill me.” Yoongi argues, tongue flicking out to swipe across his lips nervously.
“So what? Now he knows what it feels like. C’mon hyung, don’t let me down now.”
Feeling a bit bold, Taehyung trails wet kisses down Yoongi’s neck, smirking in satisfaction at the shiver Yoongi responds with. Yoongi gasps loudly enough to make him giggle, but he suppresses it in favor of working faster.
“Tae, don’t you think this is a bit much?” Yoongi groans.
Is it? Maybe, but that’s not going to stop him now though. “No, hyung. I don’t. In fact, I think we can get a little more intense, don’t you?”
“Wha-?”
Before Yoongi can properly question him, Taehyung spins him around and slots their lips together. It’s not nearly as passionate as he does with Jimin, but it’ll do. Yoongi’s mouth drops in shock, and Taehyung takes the opportunity to lick into his mouth. Yoongi doesn’t get a chance to respond to the kiss before Taehyung feels a firm grip on his shoulder tugging him off.
He’s met with Jungkook’s fury, and for a moment, he thinks he might’ve gone too far. But it did get him a reaction, granted maybe not the best one. But, he’ll take what he can get. Before he can do anything else, Jimin’s small palms are engulfing his cheeks as he kisses him. And this, this is where Taehyung sees the stars align. He feels at home now, feels good.
They kiss for what feels like hours, but is probably only a few seconds. Jimin’s moaning into his mouth now, body pressing impossibly closer. Taehyung wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist, not allowing him to move away for even a single second. When they pull away, Taehyung nearly goes feral at the connecting string of saliva between them. It breaks off when Jimin begins to talk.
“What the fuck was that? ” Jimin hisses, “Your ex wasn't enough? Now you want Yoongi, too?”
Taehyung sneers at him, bringing his hand to the back of Jimin’s neck to force him to focus on his words. Jimin’s eyes are dark with rage, but he can also see heavy doses of insecurity scattered about.
“I don’t know how many times I have to fucking repeat myself, Jimin. I met with my ex to put an end to whatever dark shit was going on with me, okay? Meeting him only deepened my love for you. I love you, Jimin. Not him.”
Jimin hangs onto his every word, brows slotting together and lips pouting at his confession. He’s emotionally charged right now, anyone can see that. “And what about Yoongi? You kissed him!”
“Jiminie, haven’t you been hanging off Jungkook this entire time?”
Jimin’s pout deepens, “That’s- that’s different. I was just using him to make you jealous.”
“I guess we’re one in the same then.” At this, Jimin melts into his embrace, hiding his face in the crevice of his neck.
“I’m sorry, Taehyungie. This is all my fault. I should’ve listened to you from the start, you’re always so patient with me. I should’ve done the same for you.”
Taehyung sighs, pressing a firm kiss to the top of Jimin’s head. “It’s okay, I like that my boyfriend is a little more on the jealous side.”
Jimin perks up in his embrace, “Boyfriend?”
“Yes, if you want to be?” Jimin smiles up at him, a toothy grin that makes his eyes disappear. And yeah, Taehyung’s never been more in love.
“Of course I want to be! We should probably check in with the others, though.” Taehyung suddenly pales, body stiffening with fear. Jimin notices immediately, comforting hands trying to loosen him up. “Taehyung, what’s wrong?”
“Jungkook is going to kill me.”
Jimin visibly cringes, patting Taehyung on the chest with sympathy. “At least I got to have you as my boyfriend first.”
Taehyung whines at the blatant acceptance of his doom, there’s no way he’s gonna live next time Jungkook gets his hands on him. No fucking way.