Three's A Crowd

Five

"Are you okay?" Taehyung whispered in his ear.

Jimin couldn't answer, the lump in his throat had made sure of it. Instead he just shook his head and made his way to his dressing table so that his stylist could dry his sweat and make him look at least halfway presentable. In the mirror, he watched as you and Yoongi parted with a final smack of your lips, saw how red and flustered you'd gotten, and stuttered as you made some excuse to leave so you could get some air and just breathe. God how he wished it was him in Yoongi's place. He would have loved to have been the one to get you flustered, to taste your lips, to make the colour of your makeup smear around you making you look like a complete and utter mess. It was to your lips he usually looked and thought of, especially when you'd coloured them. He wondered if it really was kiss proof, if it had a taste, if it would come off easily at the base of his cock when you –

No, Jimin. Don't do this. Not here. Not ever.

Guilt washed over him as he thought of you in a less than innocent way again. He needed to stop this, especially now that you and Yoongi were about to enter into a relationship. He loved you both too much to hurt you like that. And surprisingly, he loved you in the same way.

His hyung had been playing on his mind too, in very similar ways. Whenever Yoongi had worn something particularly revealing, or had acted in a certain way, all Jimin wanted to do was sink to his knees for someone who he used to think of as family. Which confused and sickened him to think about. The sickness that Jimin felt when he saw the two of them kissing was also aimed at Yoongi, and that terrified and disgusted Jimin. He'd never thought of another man like that before, and not that he thought it was a bad thing, of course, as Yoongi wasn't exactly straight himself, it was just unusual for him, and he felt very uncomfortable.

You, on the other hand, had no reason to question anything. You were certain of your feelings about Yoongi, just a little shocked that he came at you so abruptly, let alone even liked you back. The cold, fresh, Japanese air was exactly what you needed to settle the butterflies in your stomach and stop the world from spinning as fast as it did.

On the flight to Hong Kong that night, you were sat next to Jimin. He didn't seem himself. He was distracted, unhappy even. You pulled one of his headphones out of his ears and watched as his head turned to face you. He sighed, and attempted to take it off you and put it back in his ear.

"What's wrong, Chim-Chim?"

Jimin rolled his eyes, but he didn't think you'd noticed. "Nothing. I'm fine."

"I know you, you're not fine." You challenged.

"___, please give me back my headphone." He was getting visibly irritated.

"You're eating properly, aren't you?"

He tutted. "Yes. Now please let me have my headphone."

"So talk to me, Chim-Chim. What's up?"

"Don't call me that. And nothing, I'm fine."

"Chim-Chim."

Jimin's voice came out louder than he intended, and all those who didn't have headphones on snapped their heads to look at the man who'd just yelled "stop it" at the person sat next to him. First class had become entertaining for them. Jimin couldn't quite believe that he'd shouted at you. He'd never done that before, and it shocked him. It shocked you too. You gave him his headphone back and turned to face your television screen. Out the corner of your eye you saw Jimin standing up and heading towards the restroom, disappearing out of your eyeline.

When you landed, Jimin was one of the first in the group to leave, getting up as soon as he was allowed to by the staff and rushing out the door to ultimately get away from you. You were so worried about him, praying to God that he hadn't slipped back into his old ways and that this was just a little mood swing. But Jimin didn't have mood swings. He was upset for a reason and you, at the time, had no idea why.