Taehyung.

"This is me. Thank you so much for dropping me off." He offers a small smile, nodding, but otherwise stays quiet. It's not awkward, at least not on my end, it's just...not what I pictured it would be like to be on a date with him. I didn't think he would ask me to even begin with. But here he is.

I am honestly short of words, that I admit, this was abrupt, and I still haven't grasped the reason why, why he would just suddenly ask me out, especially after everything that has been going on. We have basically gone back to being co workers, and I have tried to keep my distance, and my amateur feelings for him at bay, which I think he has observed, but now, to have him just ask me out on dinner, just abruptly out of the blue, while he clearly likes my Hyung, leaves me baffled.

I mean what games is he playing here? Does Yoongi have anything to do with this, are they making a fool of me again? Why did I even agree to do this? "I had fun, Jimin, thank you for tonight." I smile back, grabbing my jacket to go.

"I had fun too, we should do this again." I have a hard time believing he actually means that. He was barely himself today, forcing smiles and forcing conversations, and it just makes me sick that he's continuing with the facade, almost like he is trying to please me.

"Can I ask you something?" It rolls off my lips with resolve, and I know with the nature of my tone I can't take it back. I don't think I would want to even, him and Yoongi have made a fool of me before and if they are trying to continue it, they should at least have the guts to tell me to my face.

"Sure thing."

"Why did you ask me out. You know I know about you and my Hyung. Why would you bother when you don't like me like that." It's probably the first time I have sounded so confrontational in my life, but I am not here for war, I just want the truth, I'd really appreciate it if he would be honest with me. He doesn't look taken back by the outburst, if anything he looks like he had been expecting me to ask, and he purses his lips, looking away for second before looking at me with those crescent eyes of his.

"I wanted to apologise, Tae. I know you were there during the party, and I know it wasn't pleasant what you saw." I do remember what I saw, him naked, and although he looked flawless and breathtakingly beautiful, he was still with someone else....
My ears flame at the thought alone, and he manages a smile at the blush coating my cheeks, just way to be a kid about it Tae.

"I knew you liked me, and I led you on, or let you go on while I was with other people, and that was real shitty." He pauses looking at me, sounding regretful. I could have never guessed he wanted to apologise, I didn't even know he knew about me being there, my only guess is that Yoongi told him.

"I am not going to lie, this was Yoongi's idea, well the apology part. I came up with the idea to ask you out, to apologise, which I couldn't bring myself to do the whole night because I was scared you would hate me, and Yoongi would be mad at me in turn." It's just ironical that he would ask me out now, but only so he could apologise. But at the same time I can see how that is a Jimin thing to do. I saw how fidgety he was all night, and when I thought something was possibly bothering him, I didn't think it would be this.

I am not mad that Yoongi put him to this, he has been hounding me these past few days with his own apology, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before he pulled something like this. I am mad, though, that he thinks it's ok to still meddle in my life like this, I just can't get why he always needs a hand in my life, my love life to be particular.

"I was actually going to let you go, then text you when I get home because I had mentally chickened out." He smiles again. Jimin, scared? That's new. He seems to read my face, and he scoffs, leaning back on his seat. "I haven't done this before, ok. I was terrified you'd flip on me, and I didn't want that, especially from you. You were like, the first person that has genuinely liked me, and I blew that. I am sorry I put you through a lot." He says, and the remorse in his voice speaks more than he intends. He looks ashamed, but sad too. I did like him for than his body, or more than he thinks people like him for, I still do like him, and I would tell him that, but I know he means it different, and feels different for another.

"You like Yoongi hyung, don't you?" I don't mean to make him uncomfortable, but I do need to know before we clear things out. He doesn't look at me as he heaves out a tired sigh, shaking his head weakly. "We are just friends with benefits." He lies, it feels so as he ducks his head and looks away, trying to hide. I don't know if Yoongi knows this too, or if he doesn't care, but it's clear as day to me, and quite unfortunate that this is how it has played out.

I mean how fucked up is this?

"You should tell him." I say to him anyway, disregarding his earlier answer.

"You still like me?" He asks lowly, still not meeting my eyes. Do I still like him, I don't know. I was pretty shaken by the knowledge of him being with my Hyung, but at the same time, my feelings for him haven't gone away, dwindled a little perhaps, but I can still tell they are present. I still feel nervous around him, and my need for him, emotionally and physically hasn't exactly reduced, despite me knowing he has been with Yoongi.

But I don't know, I don't think I should rush for an answer that might change in the coming days. I wasn't necessarily heart broken, but I was hurt, and that might make a significant change for me in the near future.

"I don't know anymore." I say truthfully, and he nods, not at all offended by the news.

"I understand. And just so you know, I appreciate you feeling like that to even begin with. If I would get the chance again, I wouldn't let it go." What does that mean? Is he asking me for a chance, is he saying he is ready to venture or try a relationship with me? Oh, who am I kidding, what am I doing getting into my feelings again.

"I should go, get home safe." I rush out, getting off his car. "Goodnight." He waves, and I wave him off as he starts the car and drives off. I just know I'll be getting in my head again, I'll be hoping, and contemplating. Weighing and thinking of his offer, even when I shouldn't.

He likes someone else.

Speaking of someone else, Yoongi is sitting in the living room when I finally make my way in. He is leaned back on the couch, with his laptop on his thighs, eyes squinted as he looks at the screen. I could just go past him, sneak up into my room, not because he is likely to reprimand me of my wear bouts at this time, but because I am really not in the mood for another one of his talks, or apologies, but I can't, I still need to find out where my brother is, seeing as he isn't home yet.

"Your back late, it's almost one in the morning." He says as he looks up at me and I resist the urge to roll my eyes, willing an internal force to keep me calm. It's not that he infuriates me, I just hate that he thinks I am kid, and feels the need to patronize me every time.

"Where is Joon-ah?" I ask instead.

"He isn't back yet." I frown at that, he left at sunset, and it's past midnight now, he should be back, or should have at least communicated. "Has he called yet?" Yoongi shakes his head, and it fills me with dread.

He was going to talk to Mr Kim, he was going to confront him about the kid, their possible son, and now he isn't back. What could have happened? Did he found out Jeonghan is his son? Do we have a nephew?
Or maybe non of it was true, maybe the kid isn't his, and his hidden hopes have been crushed, or maybe Mr Kim didn't show at all, maybe they didn't talk. None of it explains why he isn't home yet, though. What if something happened to him?

"He is going to be alright regardless of what the outcome is." Yoongi assures, and I hope it's so. I need him to be alright, it's going to be my own grounds to move on, to start a fresh, the both of us. I nod to Yoongi, not sparing another word as I make my way for the stairs.

"How was your date?" He asks out of nowhere, sounding curious. I am surprised he even knows. I know he just wants to make a conversation, get a way to talk to me and find Intel, or whatever he is fishing from me.

"It was great. Thank you for setting it up by the way." He doesn't flinch at the sarcasm, only draws closer, narrowing his feline eyes even further. "I didn't set it up. I just wanted him to apologise to you."

"You shouldn't have done that." I say back at him, raising my tone. I can't help it, the arrogance, or rather his oblivious nature. He had no right to tell Jimin, ask, or force him to apologise. If Jimin felt he was at fault, and needed to apologise, then he would have, at his own volition, but Yoongi had no right to force him to do so, regardless of whether the assistant was stringing me along or not. That's my and Jimin's issue to worry about, if Yoongi wants to apologise for his part, well and good, he doesn't need to bring other people he feels wronged me as well, just so I could feel better.

He tilts his head to the side, confused. "Shouldn't have done what?"

"You can't just do that. You can't just interfere in my love life whenever I have one." I yell at him, stopping when realize what I just said.

"What is that suppose to mean?" His tone flattens, and his face falls, eyes narrowing at me a second time, tell tale signs of his anger. But he doesn't look angry, doesn't cross his hands over his chest, and he hasn't walked out of here yet. I didn't mean to say that, ok maybe I did but I didn't mean for it to sound that way. I am not accusing him anything but I have noticed a pattern, a recurring trend of his, and at first I thought he was being protective, but after Jimin, I don't know anymore.

He looks at me expectantly, a bit offended, and a tiny part of me feels like he shouldn't feel that, doesn't have the right to, when I am the one who has been offended. 
"I appreciate you looking out for me, but you can't meddle in my love affairs every time -"

"I don't meddle in your relationships-"

"Yes you do..." I cut him off too, a little surprised he would deny it. I was trying to be polite, reasonable, but now he's trying to make me look like the crazy one, like I am making this up. "....your always looking out for who I am with, chasing away the boys you think are bad -"

"They were terrible boys. They hurt you, every time."

"You should know. You slept with the boy I like, even though you knew I liked him." It's almost funny that he thinks the others have hurt me, he hurt me worse with what he did.

"I said I was sorry."

"And that should make it better?" I scoff, how unbelievable. "What was that? Disrespect, hatred, jealousy? You hurt me. You treated me like a kid, like I wouldn't know, or if I did it wouldn't matter." I count to him, surprisingly not as emotional as I thought I would be when we talked. He has known I was in that library when Jimin and him were going at it, and he has tried to apologise, or whatever it is he has been doing, but really, I have just been mad at him I haven't wanted to hear anything from him.

"Tae-"

"And then you set me up for a date with Jimin, without consulting me first, or thinking twice of what I would feel about it." I feel relieved for having gotten that off my chest, but he looks, regretful, the first time I have ever seen him looking so... vulnerable.

"What do I have to do for you to forgive me. Tell me what I have to do, that would make you happy, and I'll do it." I don't think I actually hold it against him for what he did. I was angry at first, but gradually I have understood that they possibly like each other, or for some reason he didn't see the need to tell me. He would never hurt me purposefully, that I know, but I don't think there is anything that he could do to make me happy the way I want right now. All I wanted was Jimin, to have him, but I can't anymore...

"I just wanted to be loved, Hyung. I wanted to be finally in love with someone who cared, someone who would love me back, I wanted to find happiness in that." I sigh out, now feeling a bit heavy, a bit sad I haven't actually reached that goal.

"Then let me." Yoongi says and I almost choke on air, raising a brow at him. He steps close to me, closer than necessary, pursuing his lips before holding my gaze. "Let me take care of you. Let me love you." I glare him, ready to call him out if he is making fun of me, or if he thinks this is just some joke, but his face holds no humour, he looks as serious as day, actually asking me to allow him a chance.

If this is his idea of apologizing or making it up to me, then he is gravely wrong, and this time I'd be greatly offended that he would think it's ok to do this with my feelings. "I am not joking around, Yoongi."

"And neither am I." He retorts holding my gaze. I've known, or rather, I have suspected of his feelings for me for a long time. He's always looked at me different than he looks at Joon-ah, not necessarily unbrotherly like, but definitely more than friendly. He's always gone an extra mile for me, and of course has kept an eye out for my love life, but in the end I have always felt like it's always been in my head, like I am making it up.

"I'll be your lover."

"So you can treat me like one your numerous lovers?" I don't know how it comes out of my mouth, but it's filled with jealousy? It's intense, and oddly the feeling bubbles in my chest, a little anger, not at his statement, but mine instead, which is surprising because I don't care about his numerous lovers.

"I would never. Your not like that." He defends, stepping into my personal space and holding my gaze with his determined ones. I don't step back for some weird reason, challenging him, perhaps. "And Jimin was?" I can't help ask, if he knows Jimin likes him, and he hurt him, he could do the same to me too, he could hurt me more than he has hurt me already. Is it crazy that I am already over thinking this, like I have even given him a chance to begin with...

"Maybe he was at one point, maybe he was my lover at one point, but you....if you ever gave me a chance to love you Tae, you'd be more than my lover, you would be more than my lay, more than just my fuck buddy. I've dreamt about this for forever, and maybe your right about me always meddling in your love affairs.... I think I may have one of my own with you." I am not entirely surprised like I should be, I am not astonished that my friend and brother like hyung has confessed to me, and I don't know what that says about me.

I can't possibly like him, I like Jimin, wait, I told I don't know anymore, what do I know anymore? Yoongi is incredibly close to me, his sight isn't exactly pressuring for an answer, but it is suffocating, but also in an oddly nice way. It's different that he is this close to me for the first time, but it's not uncomfortable having him in my bubble. It makes me wonder why, why his gaze makes me nervous, why his pale skin is suddenly extra admirable today, and why his distinguished red lips particularly stand out tonight.

They are parted, and inviting, and for the first time I feel like I am seeing him different, like I wouldn't mind, or to be honest, I would like his lips with mine, but another part me knows, knows it's not that easy.

"Jimin likes you." I whisper out, gaze falling to his lips then back at his eyes. It's not an excuse, more of a concern, one I shouldn't have because I shouldn't be thinking of myself with him, not when Jimin likes him.

"I like you." He whispers to me as well, leaving me confused at what he is playing at. What does he expect me to do? Choose? Sacrifice? Make a decision?

Jimin just asked me for a chance, and now he tells me he likes me?

"Who do you like, Tae?"

No, no, he can't ask me that. He can't expect me to say anything about that. I like Jimin, he knows that, but I get the feeling he knows I don't feel so neutral when it comes to me either. But still, he can't ask me to do that. I like Jimin, but Jimin likes him, although Jimin just asked me for a chance, and no one is asking him to choose, and him, Yoongi claims he likes me, but I see how he looks at Jimin too, he's not so neutral when he goes to Jimin either, and nobody is asking him to choose.

Why do I have to.

"Don't sweat it now, think about it." He finally speaks noting my internal battle. He steps away from me, giving me a soft look, almost like a smile before walking past me to the stairs.

"Goodnight." He calls, but I know I won't be having anything near a pleasant night tonight.