Room 103 || Taegi ||

Chapter 54

Yoongi's POV

I stagger through the empty house, sighing to myself.

Jimin's parents were thankful out of town for the next few months meaning I didn't have to run into either of them. The blonde haired male was busy still sleeping in bed after last night.

I rub my head tiredly, everything hurts...but my heart feels the worse.

I take out a bottle of water from the fridge, unscrewing the cap before gulping down the icy liquid. I slip into a seat at the table to the left.

I'm such a selfish piece of shit. I got mad at Taehyung for nothing, it wasn't his fault that he kissed Jungkook.

Maybe he actually likes him or something.

The thought of that instantly angers yet saddens me. All I wanted was to love him but everything just keeps getting in the way.

Am I not good enough for him?...listen to yourself, of course you aren't good enough. Here you are feeling sorry for yourself and sleeping with his best friend.

I ruffle my dark hair, banging my head down against the cold surface.

I hate life.

"Yoongi hyung~" Jimin's voice rings throughout the room. I groan, slowly gazing up to see him smiling over me.

"I have a great idea for tonight," he grins making me curious. I raise a brow, "and?"

"Lets throw a dorm party!" Instantly, I feel sick in my stomach. "What? Why? We don't even have a dorm?"

He giggles into his hands, "I don't...but you do." I scratch the back of my head, glancing away from the smaller boy's face. "But Taehyung is there...and I don't think he wants to see me right now, I don't think it would be fair on him."

I notice a sense of panic rush in Jimin's eyes yet his smile still remains. "Taehyung loves parties, I used to take him to ones all the time."

My lips cave into a frown, I never took Taehyung to be a party type. He's rather awkward and shy, he's more of a cutie, sweetheart than a party animal.

"I don't know..." I mumble, not really interested in what he has to say anymore. "Oh please hyung!" He pouts, pushes me back on my seat so that he can sit on my lap, his arms wrap themselves around my shoulders.

He stares at me with pleading eyes, his crotch slowly grazing against mines. I bite my lip, holding in a moan.

I soon lose control, grabbing his hips harshly, "fine." I growl before ripping off his clothes.

Taehyung's POV

I kept sniffling while I sat in Namjoon's car. My gaze was fixated outwards, watching the trees fly by.

I felt numb like there was no solid emotion in me anymore. "Almost there," Namjoon mumbles, his gaze still concentrating on the road ahead.

I had been that busy mopping and feeling sorry for myself lately that I didn't even think about how my friends are doing. I didn't think Namjoon nor Jin would be worried sick about me, I didn't think Jungkook or Hoseok would be asking for me.

It felt weird to have people care, I've only ever had my parents and Jimin protect and care for me.

I wonder what Yoongi's doing right now?

I sigh, there I go again.

"Aaaaaand, we're here," Namjoon exaggerates slightly. I giggle, glad to have Namjoon at my side. I couldn't believe we knew each other when we were younger.