Jimin called for a cab to pick him up. He would rather sit in the grotesque backseat of a yellow cab, where intoxicated, horny ravers either dry hump or blow chunks, than catch a ride back from Hoseok. Besides, his dance friend had already had too many drinks to be considered sober enough to be behind the wheel.

After the evening's surprises and the heartbreaking reality check from Yoongi, Jimin wasn't in the mood to talk. He was in the mood to sulk or to maybe indulge in the tub of chocolate fudge ice cream that he left in the freezer back at the apartment. It was the perfect remedy to help ease the pain of a 'not really' break up.

He scoffed as he looked out the car window, not paying any attention to the fitting early 2010's Taylor Swift music blaring through the speakers. Or to the way the forty-five-year-old cab driver kept checking him out through the rear view mirror. Jimin may have had one too many tonight, but he'd never be drunk enough for that.

When the vehicle finally parked outside his building, he handed the driver a wad of cash, not bothering to wait for his change, and bolted. He was a few seconds away from crying, and he'd rather do that in the safety of the apartment rather than out in the open.

Luckily, Taehyung would most likely already be asleep for the evening after a long Friday night in the office, so Jimin would have the privacy to cry in the living room. Maybe he could even stream a classic tear jerker or romance film just to really set the mood.

But when Jimin unlocked the door and let himself inside, he was utterly disappointed to see that that wouldn't be the case.

Taehyung was wide awake, in fact, sitting upright on the white cushioned couch, reading an old business magazine that the Kim's like to keep in every lobby area of their company building. He was concentrating, wearing a pair of reading glasses that have fallen down the bridge of his nose and his lips pressed into a pout.

As Jimin walked inside, Taehyung closed the magazine and looked up at his boyfriend, his lips formed into a straight line before he spoke. "You could have texted to let me know you were going out. Maybe I could have joined you when I got off and- Hey, are you okay?"

Until Taehyung asked the question, Jimin didn't notice the inevitable tears that were blurring his vision. He quickly caught one in a swift motion before it escaped his eyelid. "Yeah, I'm fine," he breathed.

"No, you're not, Jimin. I know you." They've been together for five years, so he does know him. And the tears were a dead giveaway. "Come here." Taehyung held his arms open.

In the emotional state Jimin was in, he allowed himself to succumb to the invitation. He needed a hug, and Taehyung always gave the best hugs. Maybe it was because his arms were long and were able to wrap entirely around Jimin's petite frame. The reason didn't matter because right now, it was exactly what Jimin needed.

The blonde tucked his face into the crook of Taehyung's neck as Taehyung pulled him in close, running his fingers along Jimin's shoulder in soothing circles. Taehyung left a peck in Jimin's now unkempt hair.

"You smell like smoke and liquor," he scrunched his nose and chuckled, "Someone must have had a good night." His voice then turned serious. "Whatever is going on, it's going to be okay," Taehyung's voice was low and reassuring, but that only made Jimin feel guilty.

Here he was, seeking comfort from his boyfriend while he cried over another man. It was wrong on so many levels, and Jimin knew it. Even though he did try to end things with Taehyung previously, it still felt wrong to not tell him the truth.

Jimin pulled away from their embrace with a couple leftover sniffles. "Tae..." He looked into Taehyung's eyes, and what he saw was pure sincerity. The younger male reached forward, holding Jimin's cheek in his hand.

"I know it's been hard on you lately," Taehyung whispers. "Between moving in with me, starting the internship, and finishing school, it's a lot." Jimin nods because truthfully, those things have been burdensome. "But we'll get through this... together. Whenever you need to cry, I'll be here to hold you."

"But Tae..."

The way Taehyung was looking at him, and the way he spoke so gently, and maybe from the way Jimin was already in such a vulnerable state of mind, caused everything to turn around in Jimin's mind. Maybe he's been wrong about everything.

"What is it, Jiminie?" Taehyung brushed a loose blonde strand out of Jimin's face.

Maybe he should have never started anything with Min Yoongi in the first place. Maybe he was making the wrong choices from the beginning. Because right in front of him, was a man that he's been able to count on for over five years now, and a man that wasn't complicated. He's a man that's still willing to hold Jimin, even after they've noticeably drifted apart.

"I-" Jimin stopped himself. He doesn't want to tell Taehyung about Yoongi because after tonight, Yoongi would be no more. After tonight, Jimin and Taehyung would be able to start afresh, like this bump in the road never happened.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow of concern, but instead of saying anything, Jimin pecked his lips. That seemed to shock the younger. They've not done anything intimate for a while now.

Jimin pulled back with a small giggle and hooded eyes "Taehyungie... I want you to hold me tonight." His voice turned sultry at the end, making the implication of his words obvious, and it wasn't the liquid courage from earlier prompting him entirely. His heartbreak was prompting him.

And for once, after a long time, Taehyung didn't reject him.

The younger gulped, and then nodded his head a little too quickly, anxiously. However, he was able to recover himself as soon as Jimin grabbed a hold of the collar of his white button-down. His eyes darkened.

Jimin let his fingers trail down the seams and reach the first button, slowly undoing it while keeping eye contact. He bit his lip as he unclasped the top three, revealing more of Taehyung's familiar tan chest.

He gasped as Taehyung's grip around his waist tightened, pulling him closer. And then they were kissing. At first it was a tentative slide of lips, as though they were tasting each other for the very first time, but it had been a while.

Soon enough, the kiss turned hungrier, more tongue than lips. Taehyung pulled Jimin onto his lap to straddle him. His hands drifted lower so he could grab Jimin's ass. He squeezed, and Jimin let out a moan.

Blindly, Jimin continued his work, unbottoning the rest of Taehyung's shirt so he could slide it down his broad shoulders, much like Yoon-

Nope, he wouldn't let his mind slip. This was supposed to be about Taehyung. But for some reason, Jimin couldn't help but think about what Yoongi might be doing with his paying customer, how he's letting someone else caress his shoulders, letting someone else touch him.

Jimin grinded down to feel his hardened member against Taehyung's. He wanted to feel Taehyung to forget. The man beneath him groaned at the sensation.

Taehyung took advantage of his hands on Jimin's ass to roughly guide Jimin's movements, making them both let out a series of gasps and sounds. They were both feeling needy, so dry humping on the couch like teenagers felt good. It felt really good.

"I want you- Ah, I want you to fuck me," Jimin breathed out desperately as Taehyung trailed kisses down his jaw. Taehyung tightened his grip before lifting Jimin under his bum and laying him down on the couch, hovering over him. Jimin threaded his fingers through Taehyung's darker hair while Taehyung kissed him again.

One by one, every article of clothing messily hit the floor. They hurried to grab anywhere that they could reach, their limbs becoming tangled. And after a small amount of prep, Taehyung pushed inside, letting out a grunt as he bottomed out. He started pumping his hips, rocking them forward with every thrust, Jimin's head bumping against the armrest.

When he finally came undone, Jimin let out a mantra of needy words, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure. It truly felt amazing...

But something was missing.

The fireworks. There wasn't an explosion that rippled through his body, the kind that makes his toes curl, like when he was with-

No. He can't think of him anymore. This is where he belonged, in Taehyung's embrace.

Taehyung pulled out, still achingly hard and breathing heavily. Jimin reached forward, not paying any mind to the mess he's made between their chests. Taehyung nodded in approval, so Jimin finished him off with his hand, letting the younger release onto his stomach.

Later that night, while holding each other in bed, after a shower together, Jimin threaded his fingers through Taehyung's hair.

He thought about where they started, where they were a couple weeks ago, to where they are now, and he's made a decision. He was going to try harder from now on to make things work between them. Taehyung was never a bad man. He was a busy one, yes, but he always treated him with respect.

With Yoongi fully out of the picture now, he could finally give his one-hundred percent to their relationship, and that's what he plans on doing.

Not for his mother, not for their companies, but for them.

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Yoongi brought the lit cigarette up to his lips, deeply inhaling from the cancerous stick and feeling the smoke move through his chest before exhaling it slowly. He silently watched the smoke trail dissipate into the air. Focusing on something as mundane as that was easier than remembering the night's previous events- Mr. An, Jimin.

The club was now closed, and the last of the drunkards were gone. Yoongi didn't usually like to stick around longer than necessary, but tonight he really didn't want to go back to the mansion.

"You only smoke when you're stressed." Hoseok's piercing voice broke him out of his trance, making him take one last drag before putting out the bud in the ashtray. Hoseok took a seat beside him at the bar and sighed. "What's wrong with you?"

The older male huffed, "It's more like what isn't." Yoongi glanced down at his legs where the marks from Mr. An's appointment were visible. He was awfully possessive tonight. Ms. Park wouldn't be too happy if she caught sight of them.

Hoseok placed a gentle hand on his back. "Is it because of Jimin?"

Yoongi downed the rest of his glass of whiskey at that, hissing from the burning sensation in the back of his throat. "How do you know Jimin?"

"He's in the dance class I've been going to. He's good, really good actually." Hoseok pauses to take a sip from his own drink. "He's been a little stressed lately, like you can tell his mind is somewhere else during class, so I invited him here. How do you know him?" He raises an eyebrow.

Yoongi rests his elbows on the counter, bringing folded hands under his chin. "His mom is my wife."

Hoseok dramatically swivels his chair to face Yoongi, eyes widened. "What!? No way! He's Ms. Park's son- Wait, that explains the super fancy apartment! And I guess that explains why you didn't give him a lap dance. AWK-WARD." Hoseok nods his head in belief, but then a look of confusion washed over his features. "Wait, there was something odd about you're encounter earlier."

Before Yoongi could deny anything, Hoseok pointed an accusing finger at him. "No, I know you Min Yoongi. You had this glint in your eyes, and the way you held onto him... Oh my god, you've fucked him!"

"Shut your fucking mouth, Hoseok!"

"You did!" Hoseok cackled loudly in a way that would draw attention their way if their were still people present. "Min Yoongi, you snake! You slept with your step-son!"

Yoongi groaned, "Please don't call him that." He rubbed his face aggressively.

"Wait a second!" Hoseok's grin was mischieviously wide, stretching across his whole face. He clearly found this whole thing hilarious. "You like him, don't you? Like, like like him! That's so cute!" He clapped his hands to exaggerate his giddines.

His mood quickly turned from chipper to sympathetic when he noticed the internal battle Yoongi was having with himself. Before he could say anything, Yoongi stood from his barstool.

"Yeah, just add that to the list of fucked up things going on in my life, right next to being a male stripper and escort, marrying a rich cougar, and letting that Mr. An lay his grimy hands on me again for money. Yeah, I like him, but you know what sucks? I can't do anything about it because I'm married to his mother of all people. He's completely out of my league, and he has an innocent, perfect, wealthy boyfriend of several years that he's been cheating on with a worthless piece of shit like me. So I officially ended things with him tonight! It's cute, isn't it!?"

Hoseok didn't know what to say. "Yoongi, I-"

"You didn't know." Yoongi walked away. It was time to go home.

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Well, I don't know what this chapter was. A lot just happened and I'm really trying to understand why my brain works the way that it does.

I hope you guys still enjoyed it! I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Sorry guys, I've just been having a rough couple days. I don't know when I will be able to finally go back to work and it's been really stressful. I hope you all are doing well.

-Sydney <3