"Jimin?" Yoongi was taken aback. Why would Myungsoo—no... Jimin. Why would Jimin lie about his name?

Jimin scowled to himself, "I'm going to regret this later. I really am." All of a sudden Jimin looked like he was really frustrated. Yoongi felt nervous and worried, and just overall dumbfounded. "God, why do I...?" He continued to sputter, but Yoongi was just more confused and didn't know what to say.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Jimin's smile trembled, and then he opened the door. "Jungkook, he's okay now!" He yelled. Walking out of the bathroom, Yoongi didn't know how to handle this new information. Without thinking, Yoongi grabbed onto Jimin's knitted hand, forcing him to stop moving from his position.

"Myung—Jimin. Jimin... Why did you lie about your name?"

"I... Have my reasons." Jimin couldn't look Yoongi in the eye and instead looked down. At this point Yoongi was filling up with anger and he didn't think twice about it. He had a right to be angry, didn't he?

"You have your reasons? What kind of fucking reasons? You made me think your real name was Myungsoo! It's a fake name! It's a stupid name!" Yoongi honestly didn't know why he was so angry about this but he didn't want to stop.

"Yoongi...!" Jimin looked back at Yoongi with wide watering eyes, like what he said had somehow offended him. Yoongi scoffed. How could that have hurt him? It wasn't his real name! "It's... It's a special name to me and..." Jimin's lip quivered, but Yoongi didn't care.

"I don't fucking care! You keep saying these secrets are all so special to you, but are they really? Have you been keeping more secrets? Why do you choose to say nothing?" He looked down at the hand he was holding. "This knitted glove," He ripped it off Jimin's hand and the pink haired boy gasped in horror, "Did you steal it or something?! It can't be because of a stupid lover!"

"S-Stop it!" Yoongi ignored what Jimin said and looked down at his hand, grabbing it and tried looking at it to see if there was anything he was hiding underneath.

"LET GO!" Jimin shouted with a crack in his voice and effectively kneed Yoongi in his side, making him let go of Jimin's hand before he could see anything. While he was down, the pink haired boy covered his wrist and ran into his room, locking the door.

The black haired boy grunted in pain, pulling himself back up. Jimin had a really good kick... He was a lot stronger than he thought. The black haired boy looked down at the beautifully knitted glove in his hand, feeling kind of victorious of what he had done, but then a horrible, utterly atrocious feeling sank into his chest.

... What did I just do?

"Yoongi...?" Yoongi looked up and saw Jungkook in the hallway, staring at him with a shocked look on his face.

"Kookie?!" Yoongi's mouth gaped open and remained that way for what felt like forever. They both stared, either unsure of what to do. Then Yoongi got himself a reality check and if it was even possible, his eyes grew wider and his face went pale. "I'm..." He looked down at the glove in his shaking hand. "I didn't mean—I was..." He looked back at Jungkook, who just stood there silently.

The first thing that went through Yoongi's head was... Is this going to ruin our relationship?

Did he do something that would make Jungkook turn tails and run from him?

He was sure Jungkook was scared of him. Probably terrified. Jungkook probably even hated him! His Kookie... hating him... He couldn't bear that. "Kookie, I'm sorry! I didn't... I didn't mean it! His name isn't Myungsoo, it's Jimin! And I just-I just wanted—" He didn't know why he felt the need to voice that out, but maybe the feeling of wanting to be forgiven was what was making him speak.

"Yoongi..." Jungkook finally spoke, but it was in a low tone. Hearing his Kookie like this made him feel like this really was the end. "I think you need to go cool off. Right now."

Yoongi gulped. Was Jungkook angry? Was he sad? Was he scared? He couldn't tell; Jungkook's face was shadowed over by a gloom which made it difficult for Yoongi to see his face. When Yoongi didn't move, Jungkook pointed to the direction of the door. "Now!" He demanded.

Yoongi usually wasn't so emotional like this; and whenever he was, he would hide it pretty well. But right now so many personal things just went wrong and doing so came running in his face and he didn't know how to handle it. It made him feel all so helpless again, just like a kid. So, Yoongi complied and silently walked out of the dorm. 

When he was outside, Yoongi placed himself beside the apartment building in between where there was the dumpster hiding well in the dark. He looked down at the knitted glove he still had and gritted his teeth. A rage against himself inside him boiled up and he swung his fist into anything that came into sight, which was spontaneously the dumpster. He punched it a few times with yells, not caring how much the pain was in his hand, but after a few more, he really couldn't keep up anymore because he felt something painfully jerk in his knuckles.

"Shit!" He cursed, looking down at his freshly bloodied hand. Thankfully it was his free hand, so the knitted glove was still all well for him to give back to Jimin. Attempting to open and close his fingers, they felt tingly and stung so badly he hissed whenever he moved them just a bit at a time. He examined his skin; it was already so bruised and split open all around his trembling swollen knuckles. "FUCK!" It hurt like a son of a bitch. Did he break his hand?

"Whatever." He growled to himself. He was still pissed off. Why the fuck did he do all of that? He knew he went over the edge with Myungsoo's real name...

But why did I bring the knitted glove up?

Was I ... jealous?

-  -  -  -

Park: I think I'm going to lose the bet.

J: What do you mean, Myungsoo?

Park: Please, call me Jimin again.

J: Okay. Jimin baby, we aren't in a rush. If you want to, you can come back home and forget this bet.

Park: that's exactly what you wanted this entire time! That's why you made this bet!!!

J: It is, somewhat. And it's still an option for you. You can walk away, and you won't have to do anything.

J: We can go back to how we were before.

-  -  -  -

Two weeks had passed in the apartment. Jimin barely came out of his room at all, and Yoongi had to get his hand treated in the hospital, now with a cast around the house. He still had the knitted glove that Jimin so dearly loved, but he didn't have the guts to talk to him. Jungkook was trying to put himself into his studies, thinking things through with how he should make Yoongi apologize with Jimin.

It was a very painful two weeks for all of them.

Yoongi spent a lot of his days staring at Jimin's door – his own bedroom, thinking of how many times he could be apologizing to him. But it would never come. He was too ashamed of what he did and he was certain Jimin hated him now. What would be the point in apologizing if that was the case?

Because of this, he barely spent any of his time researching anything about his past. He had absolutely no motivation to. He started thinking more and more about who Jimin's lover was, and if he could get Jungkook's trust back. He most definitely wanted to get it back, but he wasn't good with words and no matter how many times he stopped Jungkook from his studies to tell him, he just couldn't do it. He gave up after a week because he felt he was wasting Jungkook's precious time.

He was starting to really long for Jungkook's touches. By that, he meant that they hadn't had sex since before those past two weeks and other than being sexually frustrated he really wanted to just hold his Kookie... But he kept his space with the younger boy, as much as possible, because he felt like that was the most he could do to... Oh, fuck, he didn't know why. It just felt like Yoongi didn't deserve to touch Jungkook anymore.

Tonight, Yoongi was curled up at the far side of the bed so he could even give Jungkook as much bed space as possible. When he heard the door creak open and close, the bed sinking down with his weight, he knew that Jungkook was here to sleep so Yoongi pushed himself over more if that was even possible.

Deciding that was a good enough arrangement, the black haired boy tried stuffing his face into the pillow so he could ignore Jungkook's scent, no matter how good he smelt. Just go to sleep, and then he won't need to feel so empty.

"Yoongi," Jungkook whispered. Yoongi felt a hand on his back, and his body froze.

"I can't handle this anymore. Please stop hurting yourself life this." He continued, but Yoongi stayed quiet.

"Look at me, dammit!" Jungkook grabbed Yoongi's shoulder, pulling it his way so Yoongi was forced to look at him now. As soon as the black haired boy's face met with Jungkook's, the brown haired boy already had his lips locked on Yoongi's.

The elder boy was stunned by this action and tried pulling away, but Jungkook wrapped his arms around him and continued to clash his lips with Yoongi's. To Yoongi, he fucking missed this so much... Maybe just a little more and he'll let him go.

The younger boy started rubbing himself on the elder, causing him to gasp and moan from being a little too sensitive and that's when Jungkook took that opportunity to suck Yoongi's tongue. Yoongi finally gave up and let Jungkook take over, letting the boy on top of him roam his hands over Yoongi's body.

"I missed you, you idiot!" Jungkook sucked on Yoongi's bottom lip, making the older hard. "I knew you were pushing yourself away! I can't handle seeing you so sad." He started peppering kisses over Yoongi's neck and collarbone, keeping Yoongi still underneath him.

"Ju-Jungkook, please..." He turned his head away.

"What is it, baby?" Jungkook continued kissing his skin, slowly moving his body up and down to give friction between the two.

"I-ah... don't d-deserve you." Yoongi didn't notice that his own hands were already on top of Jungkook's waist, hooking at the band of his pyjama bottoms. To Jungkook, this was only making him more excited.

"Baby, I'm sorry, too." The brown haired boy cupped Yoongi's face, making him look back at him. Yoongi's face looked somewhat lustful, but he also looked emotionally pained. "I didn't mean to hurt you when I said that... I just wanted you to think about what you did, outside... To let out steam."

Jungkook pulled up, but he still sat on Yoongi's lap. He grabbed Yoongi's broken hand and sighed. "Why did you hurt yourself like this...?"

Yoongi didn't want to answer. Jungkook sighed again and smiled, kissing Yoongi's cast. He kept kissing up to his forearm, his shoulder, and finally back on Yoongi's lips.

"Tonight, we're going to catch up on having a little 'us' time."

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this chapter was moar of a chapter where yoongi needed to get his depressed shit together

thank u jungcock for saving the day ~

later luvlis <3!