July 20,2021
Hoseok age 23
15:17

Fuck traffic.

Sighing heavily, I ran a hand through my cherry red hair, admiring my transparent reflection in the window. Jimin said he liked my red hair, saying it makes me look sexy and intense.

I haven't changed my hair color for months because of his comment.

The honking of all of the different cab cars and Ubers only intensified my pounding headache, causing me to groan in annoyance."What the hell is causing such bad traffic?" I asked my cab driver, glaring at the back of his head.

"Some bad traffic incident, don't worry, we'll be out in a jiffy." The cab driver said, his Korean broken and his American accident sticking out like a sore thumb.

'Like Hell we're getting out of this tangle of cars anytime soon' I was clearly in a bad mood because the driver offered me some water but I declined.

But he was right, I was in a horrible mood.

The woman whom owned the dance company I was choreographing a dance for hit on me. She was at least 13 years older but she kept touching my arms and chest, trying to seduce me. In the end, her husband came in during stretches to find her trying to get into my pants in front of all the dancers.

It didn't end well. The husband was furious, not to mention embarrassed about his needy wife, and he kicked me out, only paying half of what I was asking for. At least I didn't get to finish teaching them or else I would have sued.

On top of all that, I've been away from Jimin for 8 days, 13 hours and 27 minutes. It's been the longest I've been separated from him in the past 3 months.

The headache continued to pound the inside of my skull as the traffic slowly inched forwards. Letting out a loud groan, having had enough of the stupid traffic, I put 40,000 won next to the driver.

"I'm getting out of here, please pop the trunk." I said as I got out of the car despite the shouts of protest from my chauffeur. The cars behind me honked, not seeming to notice that my protest of traffic wasn't making them move any faster or slower as I grabbed my luggage from the trunk of the cab.

The anxiety of being away from Jimin so long knawed at me as I started to walk away, glaring at anyone who flipped me off for getting in their way of viewing the terrible traffic. I didn't give a fuck about any of them, wether they were on their way to work and got caught up in traffic during their daily commute to work, or wether they were just a pissed off cab driver looking gas and money sitting here.

All that mattered was Park Jimin.

To me, he was my light and world. Even if pretty women hit on me, even if he became crippled and unable to take care of himself, even if I was fired from the world of dance and wealth, as long as I had him, nothing else mattered.

Not even Yoongi.

17:54

The elevator was out.

And I ended up climbing 50 flights of stairs.

This day has been so fucking wonderful.

Sighing and pulling out my house key, I was about to incert it into the lock until the door swung open and Jimin threw himself onto my sweat-sticky body. My face lit up into the brightest smile that it's been in the past few days as I embraced Jimin, taking in his scent of vanilla and the ocean. Sweet and salty.

"Hoseok, I missed you so much!" Jimin esclaimed as his grip tightened, causing me to laugh a little. I could smell Jimin's homemade meal from the kitchen, causing my stomach to growl and not realize how much I missed home cooked meals. Especially Jimin's.

"I missed you too my little puppy." I teased, kissing his forehead as he pouted at the nickname before deciding it was irrelevant and that I was more important.

Yoongi stood at the door way awkwardly, leaning against the door."Hey." He said mildly, not much hint of emotion in his voice.

Yoongi was always like that towards me, even when Jimin would ask us to kiss so that he would know we loved each other too.

But we didn't.

Yoongi and I only acted like we loved each other around Jimin because that's what he wanted and we both loved the smaller male, not wanting to leave him.

"Go hug him." Jimin said, elbowing Yoongi to indicate he should at least act like he missed me.

Yoongi didn't look too happy as he came over to me and reluctantly hugged me awkwardly as I returned the uncomfortable hug before pulling away, looking at Jimin's smiling face, knowing he enjoyed it when Yoongi and I showed affection towards one another.

"How was work today?" I asked Jimin, trying to avert the conversation back onto him, feeling uncomfortable by the way things were heading.

He fidgeted with his shirt nervously a soft blush , causing me to realize he was still in his silk pajamas. "Um...... I called in sick today so I don't know if it went well or not." He explained, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

I knew what that meant.

I looked over at Yoongi who was averting his eyes."Ah, I see. So you two had fun without me? Where's my share?" I teased, getting closer so that our bodies were pressing against each other. Jimin didn't seem to mind the grossness of my sweaty body.

"At this rate, my body wont be able to keep up with you two." He said, jokingly laughing as he wrapped his hands around my waist, Jimin's small fingers running soothing shapes onto my back.

Leaning down and kissing Jimin's soft lips, I wrapped my own arms around his waist. I could feel that he had lost more weight, causing me to question if Yoongi even noticed such a detail the night before when they were 'getting it on'. He probably didn't and just the thought of it annoyed me.

Jimin quickly pulled away, as if he knew that if we continued to kiss, we'd want more."I was just about to finish making dinner. Does udon sound good?" He asked, smiling as he headed into the kitchen.

I only nodded and smiled back at him. Once Jimin was out of earshot, I cornered Yoongi against the door."Jimin's lost some weight again, you should have noticed." I said, glaring at him.

He returned the look before leaning against the front door and crossing his arms, glancing between me and Jimin who had his back turned to us."I knew he was only losing his appetite because you weren't around. I pay closer attention than you think." He resorted, sounding as if he could read my mind.

"That's not the point. The point is that we promised each other to watch out for him while the other was gone. Sometimes I feel like you don't worry about him enough." I growled, knowing to be quiet as Jimin didn't like to see us fight.

Yoongi looked like he wanted to say something, his lips pressed tightly together in clear agitation. "Boys, it's time to eat." Jimin called from the kitchen, the smell of food getting stronger as he set the pan of hot udon on the table.

"Coming." I replied, taking off my shoes and leaving them at the door, giving Yoongi giving me a slight glare as he walked past and sat down at the table, ruffling Jimin's baby blue hair.

I soon followed in tow and put on my best smile for Jimin. Although he was oblivious to the raging war between Yoongi and I, at least Jimin was happy, especially after everything he's gone through..... after what I went trough, I want to give someone more love than I was received.

'Today really hasn't been my day'

If Jimin ever found out that Yoongi and I weren't on the best of terms and only acted like we liked each other for his sake, would he leave us?

Probably