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chapter 4 ~ 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆

     CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, MENTIONS OF SEXUAL CONTENT, ALCOHOL, CIGARETTES, NEEDLES, ANGST, & MINOR FLUFF

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     Jimin planted a kiss on Jungkook's cheek, making the younger boy's ears flare a bright pink. Jungkook kept his fists balled, glaring at Jimin irritably. "I'm not taking her, hyung." Jimin cocked his head to the side in a childish manner and pouted. "Please?" he whined. "Tae-Tae and I have to go down to the studio for a few hours. They need us to record background vocals for some of our songs." Jungkook only looked at him, blinking so leisurely I thought time had somehow slowed down.

     I stood beside Taehyung in the hallway, watching as Jimin tried to convince Jungkook to take me back to my apartment. I told Jimin that Yura left for work around 10 a.m., so I could go back there, call a friend to help me move, and get out before he came back home. The idea of going back into that godawful apartment made me want to curl up in a ball in the corner of the living room and cry my eyes out, but I stood tall, holding myself together.

     "How's she going to get back to her apartment, Koo?" Jimin questioned his boyfriend as calmly as he could, but I could see the frustration in his face building up in the lines around the center of his forehead.

     "She can walk her ass there." He pointed in my direction without even giving me a glance. "She's got two legs. That enables her to walk. Walk her ass home."

     "Aish!" Jimin threw his hands up in the air, walking over to the counter-top beside the fridge. He grabbed a set of keys that I didn't recognize and shoved them into my hands. I stared down at them, looping the ring around my index finger. It reminded me of my engagement ring; large and shiny, but worthless. "Drive back to your apartment, Yumin," Jimin sighed, his head hanging low. "When your friend shows up, drive my truck back here and leave the key in the glove compartment with the passenger side door unlocked."

     "Hyung!" Taehyung exclaimed, snatching the keys out of my hand. "You can't just give her your truck."

      "It's my truck." Jimin took his keys back from his other boyfriend and handed them back to me. 

     Strangely enough, I didn't want the keys to Jimin's truck. I didn't want Jungkook to drive me back home; I didn't even want to leave. Jimin made me feel safe and wanted, and even though I had only just met him, I wanted to stay with him.

     You always did have too big a fucking heart, goddamn it. I cursed myself for trusting people too easily. Jimin could just as easily be an abusive alcoholic like Yura; all three of them could be. But, it was bold of me to assume such when I hadn't even known the throuple for 18 hours. Jimin seemed to be one of the nicest people I had met since moving to Korea, and even though Jungkook and Taehyung always seemed to want to murder me on site, I felt that they weren't like that normally.

     "For fuck's sake," Jungkook groaned heavily, taking the keys out of my hands. "I'll take her home. Under one condition, hyung."

     Jimin looked at the younger man expectantly, his eyes wide. "Anything for our little maknae."

     I smiled warmly at the cute names the men called one another. It showed their affection for one another, how close they were as both a couple and a family. I felt tears prick the back of my eyes and focused my gaze on the floor, forcing my thoughts elsewhere. 

     Jungkook huffed. "Take back what you said earlier."

     "What I said- Oh." Jimin rolled his eyes and planted a kiss against Jungkook's lips. "Fine, I take it back."