chapter 5

07.01.16

Jimin’s beginning to check Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s social media accounts a little less. Time slowly heals Jimin’s heart, even if he doesn’t notice at first. Rather, there’s still a dull ache inside of him whenever he sees a picture of the couple. Jimin manages though, especially since he’s got his own life to live.

For the most part of the ongoing summer, Jimin keeps himself busy with work or Netflix. He already smashed himself hard last weekend at some dance club so today, Jimin decides to stay at home with Chinese takeout and video games.

After getting frustrated at a certain level in the story game, Jimin takes a break and grabs his phone as an automatic response. He opens Snapchat, sends Jongin a bunch of snaps with puppy and flower crown filters, and checks for any updated stories. The first listed one is of Choi Minho, one of Taehyung’s best friends. Jimin clicks on it, interested.

The first snap is a simple selca of Minho and a ‘Party Time!’ sticker, dating back a few hours ago. His next snap, however, makes Jimin choke on his own spit. It’s a video of Jungkook giving Taehyung a very enthusiastic lap dance at the party. The hyped screams of the surrounding partygoers nearly drown the loud music playing in the background. Jimin barely processes Minho’s text of “IT’S FUCKINHHHH WILDDDDD” before it moves on to the next snap.

It’s another continuation of Jungkook’s lap dance. The brown haired male grinds onto Taehyung’s crotch, the latter biting his lips fervently in response. His eyes give off a smug glint of ‘yeah, I own that’ and one can see Taehyung’s having a hard time keeping his hands to himself. Jungkook ends the dance with a flirtatious wink, throws the snapback he wears to the crowd, and leans in for a deep, wet kiss with Taehyung. Again, everyone screams crazily; Minho’s poor and blurry camerawork—because of his excitement—is so bad that it gives Jimin a slight headache.

The next snap that follows forms an uncomfortable knot in Jimin’s stomach. Jungkook and Taehyung are making out like it’s their last day on Earth on some couch, their hands grabby and all over each other. Both their hairs are completely disheveled, cheeks flushed, lidded eyes, and Minho’s strange, addictive laugh fills Jimin’s ears. Minho yells at them to get a room but the only response he gets is Jungkook blindly throwing a blue solo cup at his phone. Luckily, it’s empty. The snap’s text reads “OMGGG THEY REALLY GOING AT IT”.

Minho’s story ends with a blurry picture of his shoes and the sentence “OKAY FAM IM DONE FILMINH THAT ***** HOPE YOU ENJOYED” plastered across.

Jimin replays the story one more time, barely able to form a coherent response. His brain has failed him. He chucks his phone to the other side of his bed and lets out a flustered sigh – he didn’t need to see that. He turns off his bedside lamp, unexpectedly turning in early for the night, mood slightly dampened.

Jimin tries to not think about how, at this very moment, Taehyung is probably buried hilt deep inside Jungkook on a sweaty, messy bed.

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