16

a few weeks had gone by and nothing much had changed. jimin had continued on with joon sexually, while joon continued dating hye-jin. jimin didn't like it, but he didn't know what else to do. and on top of everything, he had left hoseok around a hundred messages and he never called him back even once.

jimin glanced to his left and saw namjoon and hye-jin snuggled up together on the couch. it made him want to vomit.

the three of them were sitting on the couch, watching some tv, with jimin sitting an awkward distance away from the two. usually jimin wouldn't dare hang out with them, but he was super bored and they were watching his favorite show.

"i'm gonna go get another drink," namjoon said, hopping off the couch and heading to the kitchen.

there was an awkward silence that filled the room. hye-jin had paused the show for joon, which left the room silent.

"s-so...," jimin said, trying to make the event less awkward.

"so... you and joon?" she said, out of the blue.

jimin flinched at what hye-jin said. it's not like she knew about what was going on between him and joon ... right?

"w-what?"

"you and joon are pretty close, yeah?"

"well... yeah. we're housemates."

"that's pretty interesting, isn't it? i'm his girlfriend, but yet, he chooses to spend his time with you."

"i mean... i think he spends good time with both of us. you may be his girlfriend, but i'm still his friend."

"friend... hm?"

"w-what's that supposed to mean?"

there was a pause and jimin looked over at her. her face looked to be surging with anger, catching jimin off guard.

"what the hell do you think it's supposed to mean you little cunt," she snapped standing up and walking over to jimin, "i see the way you look at my boyfriend. namjoon loves me so you better stay the fuck out of it."

jimin's jaw dropped. he was completely star struck. hye-jin had been nothing but sweet to him ever since they met, and now she was finally showing her true colors.

"excuse me?" jimin said, standing up.

he was a bit shorter than her, so he wasn't exactly threatening, but he was trying his best to look fearless.

"you heard me. namjoon loves me, so stay the fuck away from my man."

"he doesn't love you," jimin snapped back, finally letting his emotions spill out.

"what?"

"me and namjoon- i mean- i've seen him with other people... like... sexually."

"i don't give a fuck. as long as he's not screwing a fag like you, i don't give a shit what he does."

jimin's face heated up, turning bright red from anger. he clenched his fists, wanting so badly to smack the girl across the face. he had never been that angry before. just as he was about to fire back, namjoon walked into the room.

"woah- what's going on in here?" he asked, beer in hand.

"oh, hey, sweetie. i was just getting a closer look at jimin's hair. the color is so pretty, don't you think?" she asked, running her fingers through it and slyly giving it a harsh tug.

"yeah, i mean... i guess so."

there was an awkward pause, jimin not quite knowing what to do.

"thanks," he said, sitting back down on the couch and hugging his knees.

"well, i should probably get going. you two have fun," she said, grabbing the back of joon's head, pushing him into a kiss.

she glanced over at jimin, deepening the kiss even more.

"bye boys," she said, breaking away from joon and walking out the door.

namjoon sat down and looked over at jimin. he looked super embarrassed, like he wanted to cry.

"hey, you okay?"

"y-yeah. i'm fine.

"are you sure?"

"yeah, totally."

jimin stood up, heading to his room.

"i'm gonna go to bed."