Boyfriend | Yoominseok

~* Fourteen - Fuck *~

Yoongi's POV

I walked over to Jimin and Hoseok.

"Well."

They both looked at me, bright red filling their checks.

"At least you listen to me."

"Wh-what?" Jimin asked.

I rolled my eyes. "You guys didn't murder each other."

Hoseok smirked. "You're so short that every joke goes over your head!"

I burst into laughter with Hobi. Jimin pouted.

"Aww, Chimmy sad?"

Jimin huffed. I place a soft kiss on his lips. He smiled.

"Welp," Hobi said, clapping his hands together. "Let's go. It's late."

* * *

I walked into the house and locked the door behind Hobi and Jimin. I smiled. There was something weighing down in my chest. A deep feeling of need. Of hurt.

Maybe Jimin needs someone better. Someone better than me. I was never good enough for anyone.

Tears started streaming down my cheeks. Fuck. F u c k. No, Jimin's gonna notice.

"Jimin, are you crying?" I heard Hoseok call from the back room.

"Yeah!" Jimin called back. ". . . Yoongi?"

He ran to the door where I was standing.

"Yoongi!"

He ran and wrapped me in his arms. Hobi quickly ran up behind Jimin.

He was crying too. Him crying triggered something inside me. It hurt just as much as seeing my sweet Jiminie cry.

. . .

"Fuck."