House of Cards || Taejinkook

⚜35⚜ I don't hate you

♣Taehyung♣

I'm chilling on my couch playing some games when the door suddenly opens. I look up and see Jimin walking inside without a word. He drags himself over to the couch and sits down on top of my legs. I give him a questioning look, but he's not even looking at me. His eyes are fixed on the floor and he sighs deeply. I simply shrug since I find it a bit weird before continuing with my game. I haven't talked to all my villagers yet, so I need to hurry up. 

"Bitch," Jimin suddenly says and I realize he's looking at me now.

"What?"

"I'm clearly sad, so you should ask me what's wrong."

"Uh, OK? Can it wait though? I need to finish this real quick-"

He grabs the game from my hand and tosses it next to him on the couch. I'm just glad he didn't throw it on the floor and break it. 

"Ask me now," he demands.

"Fine. Jeez... What's wrong?"

"You're not caring enough! Why would I want to open up when you obviously don't give a shit?"

I roll my eyes at him in annoyance. He's so whiny, but I guess this is what I signed up for. I free my legs from him and move a bit closer, carefully putting my hand on his knee for comfort. I read online that this is intimate, but not overly so. I'm doing my homework properly.

"Tell me what's bothering you," I say in a sweet tone, expecting him to tell me to do it again since I'm being creepy, but to my surprise he bites his lip and looks down at the floor again. 

"I broke up with Yoongi."

"Woah, seriously? About time! Took you long enough to realize he was a piece of shit."

He glares at me.

"I know, but that doesn't mean I'm happy about it."

"Why not? You're finally rid of that loser. No more problems."

He bites his lip again and I don't believe my ears when I hear him sniffling a bit. 

"I'm still sad though," he says and I don't think I've ever head him sound so fragile. "I hated him, but I loved him at the same time. I spent eight years with that guy, so of course it's still going to hurt to let him go. What makes it worse is that he made it seem like I was worth nothing to him. All my effort and time was for naught. And before you say anything along the lines of You're better off without him, I can tell you that I don't want to hear that right now. I just want you to comfort me."

"Comfort you how?"

"Just make me feel better."

"I don't know how to do that."

He groans and gives me a mean look. Honestly though, how am I supposed to know how to comfort someone if I've never done it? Thankfully Jimin takes the matter into his own hands by shuffling closer and wrapping his arms around my waist in some strange hug. He burrows his face in my chest and starts crying more properly. I can't do anything simply because I'm shocked how upset he is, plus he's hugging me so hard it hurts to move. I wasn't even sure this man could cry. It's strange. 

"Pet my head," he orders. 

Without knowing any better I do as he wants and run my hand through his silky black hair. He relaxes a bit and when he moves his face a little I can feel my shirt getting wet. How gross. Now I'm probably full of his snot. This could be worse though. Just silently petting his head is relaxing for me too. I use my other hand to rub his shoulder and he whines a little. He moves up a bit further along my body to rest his head more against my shoulder instead.