OMG LOOK AT THIER HANDS

Taehyung's POV.

It is about nine o'clock when everyone awakes.

Groans and grumbles fill the room as everyone pulls theirselves up to their feet, popping their joints, grimaces etched on their expression.

"The fuck is your floor made of? Metal?"Namjoon muttered, earning a sharp slap to the back of his head by Jin.

Everyone is too tried to reply, rubbing exhaustion from their eyes as they struggle to keep them open. One by one, everyone fills into the kitchen, Jin already running to the refrigerator to cook up a feast.

"Dunno how he's so energetic."Yoongi mumbles, yawning as he leans against his chair.

Jimin stables me as I slump onto a chair, glancing at me with hooded eyes to make sure that I am okay. I nod reussaringly, sending him a smile.

Yoongi and Namjoon have already pulled out their phones, scrolling down with light frowns on their lips.

"Nothing."Yoongi declares, setting his phone down on the table, intertwining his fingers with Jimin's.

Jimin sends his boyfriend a confused look,"What are you talking about?"

"There's nothing, from both of them."

He doesn't have to explain for us to understand what he means.

I reach into my own jean pocket where I had slipped my phone into before walking into the kitchen, pulling it out with trembling fingers.

I am afraid.

Afraid that he will not say anything meaning that he truly does not care about me. If he had he would've given at least a text or a call saying that he was safe as to not make me worry. If he hadn't then...

Then he just doesn't care.

Afraid that he did say something. Something that meant the end of our relationship. I knew that the next time we would talk would most likely the last of our conversations. I didn't want that. I'd rather have a broken relationship than none at all.

So with growing apprehension to how he will reply, I close my eyes, breathing deeply through my eyes as I count to ten. It was a practice I would partake in occasionally to calm myself down.

My eyes flutter open as I hit the number ten, and my breath hitched as I pressed lightly on the button to turn on the phone.

Nothing.

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Jimin's POV. (MWAH HA HA HA 😈😈)

There are times when I feel immensely guilty to being a component of the reason of Taehyung's broken relationship.

And the time I had witnessed Taehyung crying into my chest had been a particular difficult moment.

Back when I wasn't crazy in love with Yoongi, I had fallen head over heels for my oblivious best friend.

Taehyung.

To me he seemed as the most perfect human on earth with his rectangular smile, deep brown eyes and engaging personality. Yet he, himself could not discover my quite obvious feelings towards him.

I had tried everything.

From showering him with affection, buying him gifts, complimenting him and cheering him up whenever he was miserable but still all my efforts seemed pointless.

He had only eyes for the boy with much too large front teeth and slightly chubby cheeks.

Jeon fucking Jungkook.

Jungkook had been a transfer student from a rather prestigious private school. He had been quick to pick Taehyung out from the other twenty students in his first class, claiming him as his best friend.

That was until I had abruptly stood up from seat and turned down his offer on Taehyung's behalf.

After apologising profusely, Taehyung had politely offered Jungkook a seat at our table during break much to my absolute fury. Jungkook had quickly fit in with rest of the group, Jin taking an immediate liking towards him because of his adorable face. His words not mine.

Yoongi however had only raised an eyebrow at the younger, nodding silently at him before returning his attention to his phone. His little reaction towards the boy who had already captured many hearts throughout the entire school in just his first day, had made me extremely smug.

Soon Taehyung and Jungkook became inseparable.

His afternoons which were once spent with me were solely dedicated to Jungkook. His lips which had once curved at the sight of me now remained in a line before tugging upwards as he glanced over my shoulder towards the brunette I had begun to hate.

I had become his second choice. His friend.

Not even a best friend. Just a friend.

And it irritated me to know that the boy Taehyung had only known for a few weeks had managed to take over my position as his best man.

The rest of the group had already discovered Taehyung's and Jungkook's obvious feelings towards each other and had already created a ship name, claiming that Taekook was all their OTP's.

All except me.

I hated Taekook.

I hated all the adoration they received from the members just from a simple contact of their fingers brushing against each other. I hated the secrets smiles that were hidden by everyone's hands as they watched the two interact.

I hated them together.

So I had done everything in my power to cause a crack in their relationship. I made sure that every time the two hung out I would be there, and would always cling to Taehyung's arm. Jungkook was forced to linger in the background by my actions. How I regret them now.

So now I try and make up for my mistakes by comforting Taehyung as he cries for his absent boyfriend who could care less about his wellbeing.

Yet, as I watch Taehyung's expression as he turns on his phone for anyway new information from the love of his life I can't help but think that I could've tried harder.