author's note: hey there, guys! Yes, I finally updated this story. It had been ages since I did. But yay me, I managed to do it! As surprising as it is to me, you guys have shown this story so much love so I decided I should do something for you guys (because I love you all ❤).

Please read the chapter until the very end, there is a special surprise for you there!

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"Well?" Jin tapped his foot on the ground impatiently, crossing his arms in front of his chest and giving all of us an expectant look. "I'm waiting."

Taehyung and Jimin exchanged furious glances, their faces still red. I scanned them from head to toe with my eyes wordlessly. It seemed like Jimin was the one with more damage on his face – a drop of blood had appeared at the corner of his mouth, his lips swollen and his left eye twitching. Miraculously, there wasn't a scratch on Taehyung's face, it was just his clothes that were dirty and wrinkled.

Jin's dark eyes darted at me, making me gulp loudly as he studied my face. I was absolutely sure he recognized me, since he always greeted and smiled at the staff.

"How did you find us?" Jimin grumbled darkly, shamelessly changing the subject. Apparently, the alcohol had already left his system, his sobriety now setting in.

"You left me a drunk voice message with your location on, you idiot," Jin said through gritted teeth, his stare still merciless. "You said you were hurt and you were in pain. I honestly thought you were in danger."

"Oh," Jimin exclaimed softly. "I guess I meant I was in emotional pain."

Eyes widened like he was silently saying "are you for real", Jin exhaled heavily. He lowered his head and massaged his temples slowly like a parent dealing with a fussy child.

"I swear- I can't," he mumbled under his breath, exasperation written all over his face. Jin scrunched his nose with disgust. "One of you is very drunk. You stink of alcohol from a mile away." He averted his gaze towards Taehyung. "And you? Why are you here?"

"That's my personal business, hyung," Taehyung clenched his jaw and I felt his whole body stiffen next to me. Jin threw me a surprised glance, then nodded slowly.

"Now I see what's happening here," he said and cocked a brow in disbelief. "Were you two idiots fighting for a girl?"

"No, we were fighting because this one doesn't stay in his limits," Taehyung snarled, glancing at Jimin.

The blonde man snorted in the form of a laugh. "What limits, Tae? You can't put your claim on women, didn't you know that? They have free will and all that other stuff." He rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"This concept seems very convenient for you. You're able to seduce them, lure them to go to bed with you, throw them away and in the end when they get upset, you blame it on them, saying that they've done that on their own free will," Taehyung's voice was low and husky, but his stare was ruthless.

Jimin's jaw dropped, his eyes rounded. "That was a low blow," he whispered, furrowing his eyebrows.

"But it's the truth," Taehyung mumbled. I was so immersed in their conversation, but was still able to appreciate how hot he looked when he was angry. "We can just ask the women from your arsenal of used dollfaces. How many were they exactly, care to remind me?" His lips stretched in a sarcastic smirk.

Jimin pressed his lips in a thin line, his expression literally unreadable. His lips started, mumbling something inaudible.

"Are you actually counting?" Jin asked with disbelief, burying his face in his palms. "I swear to God, Jimin."

"I'm not!" Jimin hissed at his hyung. "I'm just counting down the seconds before I punch his face." Glistening with anger, his eyes traveled to Taehyung and then to me by his side. His expression softened slightly. My stomach turned upside down, feeling his gaze on me. Why was I reacting that way?

The words Jimin had said some minutes ago, yelling under my window... Did he by any chance mean them? Saying that he felt ashamed at me judging him and criticizing his promiscuous behavior, was that really true? If it was, then he obviously felt some kind of remorse, otherwise he wouldn't be here. Perhaps he had come in hopes of redeeming himself in my eyes. Maybe he wanted to change my opinion of him, to make me see that he wasn't the monster I thought him to be.

My heart dropped as I was instantly reminded of what he had said about feeling empty inside. Could it be that his lifestyle was a result of him trying so desperately to feel that unbearable void? Was he by any chance lonely? I could only wonder.

I hadn't really had any chance to process anything by that point. Then, flashbacks of Taehyung calling me and coming at my place that night resurfaced again in my mind. He had been regretful and apologizing. What he had done to me had truly hurt me, making me believe there was something between us and then pushing me away the minute there was a bump in the road.

Moreover, that text from Jimin had been a simple misunderstanding. If only Taehyung had given me a chance to explain, things would be so different by now. He had got so worked up for nothing, jumping in some kind of a frantic, asking me whether I had slept with Jimin when in fact he hadn't even touched me. Wasn't that kind of possessive? J

imin had insinuated that Taehyung was obsessed with me. Was that true? The thoughts crashed around my brain.

Then again, Taehyung had obviously thought things through, made up his mind and apologized. Oh, and boy, the way he had apologized... my lips were still sore from his hungry and desperate kisses. My whole being shuddered as I remember his hands roaming my trembling body, moaning and whimpering under his. I loved the way he touched me, as if he wanted to feel as more of me as possible.

Okay, Y/N, back to the point here. Truth be told, I admired Taehyung for admitting he had made a mistake. Apparently, he wouldn't be here if he didn't care for me. If he didn't feel something for me.

But, so wouldn't Jimin.

But what if Taehyung was right and all Jimin wanted was to go to bed with me? The thought tortured my mind.

Jin's voice reverberated in my head, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Guys, it's late. Nothing good's going to come out of you staring each other down to death. Let's go," he ushered them, sighing in defeat, and pointed to the SUV behind him.

Taehyung and Jimin didn't move an inch, his feet pinned to the ground, staring at each other.

"I said, let's go," Jin growled impatiently.

Jimin was the first one to break the eye contact as he shifted his gaze towards his hyung. Jin gasped, covering his mouth with his palm.

"Jimin, your mouth is bleeding," he inhaled sharply.

"Yeah, so?" Jimin shrugged his shoulders carelessly.

"Don't "yeah, so" me, Park Jimin!" Jin scowled. "You can't afford any bruises, don't you get that? We have a photo shoot tomorrow! Oh, God," Jin burst out, obviously having lost his cool completely. "We have to get you to a doctor for some stitches."

Suddenly, I felt a tight grasp at my wrist. Taehyung turned me around to face him, his hands straddled my face as he stroked my jaw gently. I instantly felt my heart hammering in my chest.

"Let's get back upstairs," he whispered gently, his breath brushing on my skin. "Pick up from where we left off."

I stared at him in bewilderment. Was I still mad at him? I kind of was, but at the same time allowing my frustrations out had calmed me down a bit. This man had me under his spell, I had to give him that. But I wasn't sure if I didn't need some privacy, some time to myself to think about me and him.

"Taehyung, I don't-" I rasped, my mind a pool of confusion.

"I want to hold you. To touch you," he growled, a tinge of urgency in his voice. "I need to touch you, Y/N. Don't you understand?" He pulled me in towards himself abruptly, pressing my body to his.

How am I even surviving this?

"Y/N", a different voice traveled to my ears, causing me to shift my gaze from Taehyung. Eyebrows dipped slightly and lips parted, Jimin was staring at me with a silent plea in his eyes. My heart dropped to my stomach. "Do you want to come with me to the hospital? I'm- I'm kind of scared of doctors."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an exasperated sigh escaping Taehyung's lips. His grip on my wrist tightened, but he miraculously kept his stoic composure.

"Don't," was all he said in a raspy voice.

"I'm not leaving until you say you'll come with me. Please, Y/N," Jimin begged quietly.

Jin's eyes turned to me. "Well, Y/N?"

author's note:

Tough decision, isn't it?

So listen guys, I thought we can all have some fun with this story. I decided I will make this story a little bit more interactive. That being said, it means that you'll be the ones who decide what will happen in the next chapter! I love you all, I love communicating with you and would like for you to feel included!

So I'm asking you guys a question and I'm giving you two different possibilities to pick from.

What should Y/N do next?

- get back upstairs to her apartment with Taehyung (*wiggles eyebrows* I suppose we all know what's next if she does)

OR

- go to the hospital with Jimin (who can resist this cute mochi?)

You can leave a comment under the possibility you find more fitting. Or, if you have a different idea, I'm all ears! I'll take every opinion into consideration.

Pick wisely, guys!

That doesn't mean I don't have ideas for where I want this story to go. I still do and I have a lot in store for you, I'm not going to spoil anything but things are going to get a little bit intense. I warned you!

Thank you so much for reading and supporting this story!

P.S. ^I have no idea how I survived these gifs.