(Jimin's POV)
"He's not-... He's not just being a baby... Those were the last things my mother gave to him before she died.... And the only things too." I explained to Taehyungie after seeing how upset Jungkookie got when he kept mentioning the plushies.
"W-wait... What?..." Taehyungies voice appeared and it sounded small and guilty, I nodded, "My mother and his dad married when we were young, you knew that. But what you didn't know is how much she favoured me because I was her real son, she always ignored Jungkook and basically treated him like an inconvenience. Since his real mum died while giving birth and his dad also hated him for that, nobody in the family really loved him. I didn't realize this at all and kept my distance threw most of our childhood because I thought he was trouble and was just going to hit me. But when I realised that I've never seen him celebrate his birthday I asked why, and then it hit me. He's never celebrated cause nobody cared, he's never even gotten a present at that point. So after that I tried to make sure to spend as much time with him as possible, but the damage was done at that point. He barely spoke to anyone and when he did it was a curse word or screaming in fear when his dad beat him.... When my mum got sick she realized the damage she did to his mental health and that she basically ruined his childhood by never treating him like her own son, so she tried to make up for it. Those plushies are the only birthday gifts he's ever received if it wasn't from me or you..." I explained everything to Taehyungie, I could see the regret in his eyes and he seemed upset that Jungkookie was treated like that.
"I'm sorry... I didn't know..." He said, looking down and away from me, "Nobody does... He puts up this... Facade.. that he's okey, you know how he gets. Emotions are weakness, fear is weakness, sadness is weakness. He was taught from a young age that it doesn't matter what he does or says, and that no matter what he's weak and pathetic. That's why it's such a big deal for him not to show any emotions that aren't anger or happiness, because at the end of the day... He's still just a little boy crying alone in his room, or begging his own father not to beat him half to death. He still has the mentality that if he shows any kind of weaknesses he'll be right back in his fathers grasps."
"I'll fix it..." Taehyungie whispered softly, I spotted some tears in his eyes, I nodded and signalled for him to come with me.
He followed me back to the car and I saw Jungkookie in the driver's seat, "Do you feel up for driving?" I asked leaning against the car door threw the window, he spat a nasty remake at me but seemed to realize.
"I'm sorry... You know it's a touchy subject..." I nodded understandingly, then went into the passenger's seat and waited for Taehyung to get in too. We started going back to the hotel, it was dead silent the whole ride. Not one person dared to say anything.
When we got back we all went out separate ways taking our things to our bedrooms, I went to see if Jungkookie was okey but quickly left when I heard Taehyungie's voice coming from his bedroom.
(Jungkooks POV)
"Jimin told me.... About the plushies..." Taehyung mumbled, twiddling his thumbs and looking down, "Okey? Get lost." I barely even acknowledged him, just going back to unpacking my things into the closet.
"Look... I'm sorr-" "What? 'Im sorry' 'i didn't mean to' 'it wasn't my intention', save it. I don't care, just get lost." Taehyung tried to say something but I interrupted him and shut him up, but he was persistent, "I think you do care, so stop shutting me down and fucking listen."
"Fine," I said reluctantly, I turned towards him and asked, "What is it? Go on, say it." My voice is still cold and annoyed, my face is probably worse.
He stayed silent for a moment still not looking at me, I stomped my way to him and grabbed his face forcing him to look at, "Speak!" I yelled at him, squeezing tightly, probably right enough to bruise him.
"I-i-ah~" he tried to speak but just ended up whimpering, i glared at him squeezing even tighter, "I wish you'd just fucking stop... I can't take it anymore...." I whispered, staring at his lips, "I don't need your useless apologies...."
I let him go roughly basically throwing him to the side, then opened the door and saw Jimin heading down the hallway, I quickly caught up to him and dragged him back to his room.
When we got there I forced him onto his knees Infront of me and pulled my pants down just enough to let my dick out, "Open up pretty..." I mumbled teary eyed, I'm not sure why, but I dont want to touch him. I don't want to have sex with him and I don't want my dick in his mouth. Not right now.
But I'm so fucking horny, I tried helping myself but it didn't work, so Jimin was my only option. He blushed intensely and slowly opened his mouth.
He gently sucked on the tip then went down, he's good at it. I'll give him that, but I still don't want it. I'm so confused, I've wanted to have sex with him and have my dick stuffing his throat for years, why now that to can I don't want to. I didn't want stop this morning, why suddenly now I feel dirty by doing it?
After only give minutes I pushed him off, "That's enough now..." I whispered, he looked surprised and hurt, "w-what did I do?..."
"Nothing... You didn't do anything wrong I just-.... I can't..." I mumbled softly, I turned around and left the room while still pulling my pants up, I spotted Namjoon looking at my dick and I glared at him, "My eyes are up here, fuckhead."
"Didn't finish?" He asked, locking the door to his room- HIS ROOM IS RIGHT ACROSS JIMINS WHAT THE FUCK.
"I'm not in the mood." I mumbled, walking straight past him but the bitch decided to follow me, "Yea, the big ass boner sure doesnt look in the mood." He joked, "You know what- fine, you wanna play this game let's play." I say, stopping in the hallway and making him stop too, "what game?"
"Stop acting, I know you want him. Why wouldn't you? But he's not for sale, okey? He's mine. I had him first and you don't get to just waltz in here and decide to take what's mine."
"Jungkook-ah, I'm not your competition." He said, putting his hands up with a playful smirk, "That's right, let me play along real quick, you don't want him. You don't have a crush and you certainly aren't planning to steal him from me." I roll my eyes, "Look, clearly you have some serious self esteem issues you need to work out, are you really sure you're ready for a relationship if you're that threatened by me?" I grabbed Namjoon by his collar harshly, "Shut up! I don't have any 'self esteem issues' and I'm not threatened! You're just a narcissistic asshole that's trying to steal MY man, but it won't work! He loves me, I'm sure of it!"
"If he really loved you, you wouldn't be here with me trying to prove it." Without even thinking I swung to punch him but he dudged easily, "He-.. he does love me!" My eyes watered again as I desperately tried to swing at him again, but he pushed me over and everything went black.
A few seconds later I woke up in my bedroom, "My head..." I mumbled, my brain is fucking pounding against my skull, "You knocked out." I heard Taehyung saying, I slowly turned to his direction and saw him sorting threw my clothes and packing them away into the closet neatly, "What are you doing?...." I whispered, trying to sit up and I didn't have enough energy, "You're clearly not gonna do it, and by the state of your room you definitely won't do it correctly."
"Mm, thanks but... What happened?..." I tried to make my voice louder but it didn't want to, "You were trying to fight Namjoon for reasons he won't share, and fainted out of nowhere. I told the others it's dehydration, but knowing you, you haven't eaten enough. That or your little tantrum a few days ago with cutting yourself you lost too much blood and your immune system wasn't working fast enough to make more."
"I did eat.... And it wasn't deep enough for that..." I mumbled, turning onto my side to look at him better, "it doesn't matter, its happened and there's nothing we can do about it, just eat enough next time and stop opening your wrists." Taehyung got up and started leaving after that, I was too ashamed to call him back and ask him to stay so I just left it and silently started crying