"so where did those marks come from?" min yoongi crossed his arms and stared down at the boy on the couch of their apartment disappointedly.

"nowhere."

"jimin." he sighed, letting his arms and overprotective dad demeanor drop. "i'm not an idiot, you didn't come home yesterday."

after their visit to hoseok's house, seokjin and namjoon started teasing him on his love bites some more and because they were them, yoongi also heard and was appalled to see his innocent childhood friend with such obvious rough marks.

although jimin wasn't a virgin, he liked keeping his sex life and regular life separate and the hickeys littering his throat didn't do too good of a job of that.

"that's because you left me in a club in a city i haven't even familiarized myself in yet."

yoongi chewed on the inside of his cheek guiltily.

the fact was, yoongi forgot jimin even existed while being so caught up in the moment he shared with his younger friend, so he had no right to question anything he was doing in his life at the moment.

"seriously jimin, where did they come from?"

"the same place yours did."

both boys necks were scattered in hickeys, but jimin's was by far worse.

"can't you just talk to me? tell me what's wrong? why wont you even give me answers? you've always been open to me."

that was before yoongi started suddenly being open to dating.

although jimin had never confessed his long time feelings for the older, he knew he wasn't the type of person to get tied down to anyone.

"i don't know what you want me to tell you. i didn't know what to do when you left so i went home with a guy. happy?"

yoongi rubbed his head with his hands. "why the fuck would you do that, jimin?"

"because i'm an adult who can make my own decisions."

"yeah, dumb decisions! jesus, do you even think?" the boy threw his phone away from him as he remembered when mrs park asked him to take care of her son for her. "i can't believe you had a one night stand do you know how stupid that is?!"

the younger could feel tears watering his eyes as the insults didn't seem to ease up.

"you do it."

"yes, because i'm an idiot! you aren't, jimin. you're so much better than just having casual sex with whoever will take it. sex is supposed to be shared with the person you love, you used to tell me that all the time after i hooked up with someone and now you're completely contradicting it. nothing good is going to come out of this, you get attached too easily."

maybe he didn't still believe sex as something only shared between two people who loved each other since he was finally grasping the idea that min yoongi would never feel the same.

"are you calling me a slut?"

"shape up jimin, seeing you like this is pathetic."

with that the gray haired male picked up his phone and keys and slammed the door, probably not coming home again until tomorrow morning.

so it was normal for yoongi to do whatever or whoever he wanted, but pathetic for jimin to want to feel loved too.

tears slipped down his cheeks as he drug through his pockets until he found his own phone.

although he knew in the end it would probably lead to more pain, he called the most recently added number.