Little Cub (TaeJinKook) ✅

Thirty Five

Jimin reached over and untied Taehyung from the chair. The man stood on shaky legs, closing his eyes and shaking his head, trying to stop the tears from falling. “Why does this always happen to me?” He whispered. “Why must everything bad in life affect me? Why me? Haven’t I suffered enough?”

“You have, Taehyung.” Jimin whispered back. “But there’s no point in letting it affect you. Move on with your life, be as happy as you can be. It’s over now. Your brother is gone, Hoseok won’t come back, I’ll make sure of it. You can do whatever you want with the rest of your life, Okay? I want you to be happy.”

Taehyung nodded slowly, turning to Jungkook and Jin, Who we’re standing a little ways back, unsure of what to do. They didn’t know if they should go to Taehyung or let Jimin have his moment with his best friend.

Taehyung broke away from Jimin and rushed forward, jumping into Jungkook’s arms, kissing him with such passion.

It was at that moment that Jin felt a little left out.

He could tell that the two of them had feelings for each other...but he had really just come into their lives. He was in the way, he wasn’t really—

His thoughts were cut off when Taehyung turned, clashing his lips to his as well.

When Taehyung pulled away, he giggled when he saw the look of awe and confusion on Jin’s face. “Thank you. Both of you, thank you for saving me. For not giving up.” He whispered softly.

“Of course not.” Jungkook scoffed. “You’re ours.”

“Oh, so now you consider him as ours? What happened to yours, Jeon?” Jin smirked, turning to the man who scowled and turned away from him.

“Whatever. I can keep him from you and keep him as just mine if you really want me too, Kim.” Jungkook smirked and suddenly reached out, grabbing Taehyung, pulling him into his chest. “Yes, stay away from what’s mine Kim.”

“Don’t you fucking start this again—“

Both men were cut off from Taehyung’s giggle. He smiled at the two men, grateful that they didn’t try to get emotional or mushy or make him feel bad for the things he’d done. He was glad that they jumped right back into their playful banter. He was glad that they took everything in stride and tried to make it as normal as possible.

Almost as if he’d never left.

-

Two weeks later~

“Thank you, Mina.” Taehyung smiled at the woman as she bowed and took her leave. Taehyung sipped on the tea she’d made for him, as he rested on the couch, reading through one of the new books Namjoon had given him.

Everything had pretty much gone back to normal.

Including…

“Here you go, my Cub.” Jin smiled and handed the man his medication. “Do you need help?”

“No, I’m good, thank you Hyung.” Taehyung ripped open the small packet and took out the needle, injecting himself once he’d gotten everything else set up.

Jin took the used items from him and disposed of them, before returning to Taehyung and sitting on the couch right beside him. “You know...it’s been awhile since we’ve gotten to play—“

“No.” Taehyung said simply, cutting him off. Jin pouted, turning when a door opened and Jungkook stepped out, wrapped only in a towel.

“Go put some clothes on.” Jin scowled. Jungkook simply smirked, raising both eyebrows in question.

“What do you mean? This is my building, my home, I can walk around looking however I want to, and that includes only a towel after a shower so that I can go and get dressed in my room.” Jin rolled his eyes, turning back to Taehyung, but found that the male was staring at Jungkook, admiring the man’s body.

He whined, poking Taehyung’s side.

“Needy Baby.” Jungkook mocked.

“Shut the fuck up, Jeon. You did this on purpose! We were perfectly fine without you!” Jungkook simply smirked once again in response, walking up to Taehyung and kissing him on the lips,

“Hey, baby.”

“A-abs…” Taehyung reached out to touch the man’s abdomen, tracing the lines of his well sculpted muscle.

“Yes, baby, those are called abs. Something that Jin seems to be lacking.”

“Oh fuck you—“

“Good morning.” Jimin called sleepily as he entered the room as well. He walked over to Taehyung, holding a packet in his hand.

“No need, Jin Hyung gave me one already this morning.”

“Oh really? That’s good.” Jimin nodded. “Looks like he won, then.”

“Oh? Really?” Jin smiled evilly, turning to look at Jungkook, who had a look of shock on his face.

“Now hold on—“

“Jin has been way more responsible than you with it.” Jimin pointed out. “And I’m sick of playing this stupid game or bet, or whatever the hell it is...so therefore Jin wins, end of story.”

“Fine.” Jungkook growled. “Get out then.”

“What?”

“You’re no longer needed. Get out.” Jungkook said, pointing to the door. Jimin huffed, turning to Taehyung for help. The male was about to open his mouth, but Jin placed a hand over it.

“I’m claiming my prize right now. So Jeon is right, Jimin, but if you wish to watch, you are free to do so. I’d love a little audience as I’m ravishing the beautiful Cub.”

“Nope, I’m good. Bye!” Jimin clipped out, running for the door. He loved Taehyung. But he didn’t love him that much.