Chapter 8

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Jimin's heart was racing as ran down the small hallway. There was something attacking Taehyung. He had to get help... didn't he?

Very slowly he came to a halt. Those things... they had been attacking Taehyung, right? There was no way they did belong to Taehyung even though it had somewhat looked like it. God, there had been so many. Jimin felt a shiver run down his back. It was impossible to tell where they were coming from. They just were all over and around Taehyung.

Why was he stopping? He had to get help.

He couldn't get his feet to move... what if they were Taehyung's? He remembered the startled look on Taehyung's face. Like Jimin had caught him doing something he wasn't allowed to do.

But it made no sense. Taehyung wasn't one of them. No way he was. Taehyung was kind hearted and such a good person. He wasn't a monster.

His head instantly started searching for other possibilities. What if they'd just grown recently? It would make more sense. After all, Jimin had been around him so much. So many possibilities for him to take advantage of, but he never had. They had to be new. Taehyung was still the same guy he had been before. He was a victim in this too.

Maybe they'd appeared recently and Taehyung was too scared to tell Jimin. What if they were threatening Taehyung?

Jimin took a couple of steps back, before shaking his head like he was trying to get rid of certain thoughts.

Who was he kidding? He'd never once heard of something like this happening. These tentacles were something you were born with.

Taehyung had never told him. Lied to his face. He had put Jimin in danger so many times. He knew damn well how much these creeped Jimin out and he'd never told him on purpose.

Jimin felt a shiver run down his back, when he thought back to all the times Taehyung and he had been alone. Every single one of these times one of these tentacles could have come out and forced Jimin into submission.

He stood there in the middle of the hallway, his whole world crumbling.

Taehyung was one of them... he had probably just befriended Jimin to get into his pants someday. Or use a moment of vulnerability to his advantage. Their friendship had never been real. All the happy moments they had had together over the span of the last couple of years.

All a lie. Façade. Taehyung had never actually cared about him. Jimin was certain.

He found himself knocking at Seokjin's and Namjoon's shared apartment just minutes later. He couldn't go back to his room. Too scared of seeing Taehyung. Maybe now that Jimin knew he would try to use his last chance or something like that.

"Jimin? What are you doing here? You look like shit... why are you crying?" Jimin hadn't even been aware of the tears rolling down his cheeks. He quickly brought his arm up to wipe them away.

"It's nothing... could I stay at your place for a bit?" He asked, voice a bit rough and cracked up. He still couldn't believe this. He'd lost his best friend. The single person he loved the most on the world. Jimin's long time crush. He'd hoped that maybe at some point Taehyung would realize how Jimin felt about him, but all of that had just went down the drain.

Taehyung had never been who he thought he was.

"Of course sweetie. Something happened?" Seokjin asked softly, reaching his hand out and leading Jimin into the apartment. Luckily they had a guest room due to the fact that friends crashed at their place all the goddamn time.

"I don't wanna talk about it." Jimin sniffled, before taking a deep breath and forcing himself to smile at Seokjin. "Thank you."

"No problem. If you need anything I'm in the living room, watching a movie with Namjoon." He offered and Jimin nodded slowly.

Seokjin left and he could hear hushed whisper between Seokjin and Namjoon before he closed the door. With an exhausted sigh he dropped down onto the mattress, closing his eyes tiredly.

Was this really it? Just like that he had lost Taehyung?

He had to remind himself that Taehyung didn't exist in the way he did in his memories. Everything had been part of a scheme to get Jimin to like him... or was it?

It would have been a ridiculous amount of effort and Taehyung probably had had Jimin in the place he could have wanted the boy to be in for years. So why would he wait all this time?

They shared a fucking room. Jimin had slept in the same room as Taehyung more times than not. He'd been cuddled up to Taehyung many times. He'd been pass out drunk in Taehyung's presence a bunch of times but not once had Taehyung taken advantage of that.

He'd just tuck Jimin in, make sure he'd drink tons of water to prevent a headache the next day before wishing him a good night. Jimin had kind of jumped Taehyung in his drunk state before, but there never was anything that would have made him trust the boy any less. He had never taken advantage of Jimin's vulnerability towards him.

The longer he thought about it the more he realized how ridiculous his conclusions had been. His mind wandered. To when they'd taken baths together, back in kindergarten up to fourth grade. There would have been so many chances. So many moments Jimin would have been defenseless.

What if there was still hope? What if maybe their friendship hadn't been a lie? What if Taehyung had genuinely liked him, never intending on using him like that?

The thought of those tentacles, how they'd roamed around, creeped Jimin out. They were disgusting. But maybe if Taehyung wasn't a bad person... if everything else had been real maybe Jimin could get over that.

He realized that even with everything that was happening, he could still feel his feelings for Taehyung lingering in the back of his heart. Sitting there and crying over the situation. Why did things just get so much more complicated?

When he glanced at his phone he realized that at least a good three hours had passed since he'd showed up at Jin's door. The noises that had been coming from the living room had faded out.

Jimin got up and patted through the hallway before entering the living room. Jin and Namjoon were asleep on the couch, leaning against each other, Namjoon softly snoring.

Jimin moved as quietly as possible towards the couch and put a hand on Jin's shoulder. The older startled, quickly looking up at Jimin before his face relaxed again.

"Hey Jimin... you look better. Is there anything you need?" He whispered.

"Yeah... could we talk? Maybe somewhere else?" He nodded into the direction of sleeping Namjoon.

Jin yawned before nodding and carefully untangling from Namjoon. "Let's go to the kitchen."

A/N

Still :(