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taehyung is sure he didn’t mean to do it. he forgets how he ends up in jimins bed, jimin snoring softly with hickeys all over his neck. the room reeks of alcohol and taehyung can feel it burning his nose. he moves out of jimins hold, slowly, lifting an arm off his chest and laying it to the side. he hops off the bed, throws on his clothes and leaves the room. taehyung opens the medicine cabinet next to his fridge and swallows down some advil to see if he can make himself feel the slightest bit better. he feels bad. he feels bad for himself, for jimin, and for his boyfriend mostly. he ends up 36 minutes later in jimins house with a cake writing “i’m sorry :( <3” with a butter knife. he leaves the knife in the sink and shoves the container of icing in his jacket. he slips out the house and closes the door, now walking to his own place only five floors up. he pushes the key in the lock and turns it after missing a few times, enters and shoves the door closed with his foot while he throws the keys on the counter. he yawns as he walks into the bedroom to see seokjin already awake, sitting on the bed staring at him. “you stink.” he deadpans, and taehyung pouts. “you’re not nice.” he retorts. “you’re not my boyfriend anymore.” taehyung blinks. “where’s this coming from? i thought we were doing good?” seokjin laughs, and brushes a hair out of his face. “we were doing good! we really were, taehyung. we were doing so great until you cheated on me.” taehyung winces. “... how’d you know?” “maybe it’s the hickeys on your neck, or the fact that you said you were going to study at the library last night but here you are! hours later, smelling like alcohol.” taehyung runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “i’m sorry.” “why’d you do it, tae?” seokjin cries, tears running down his cheeks. taehyung isn’t sure he’s ever seen seokjin look prettier. “please don’t cry, baby...” he trails off, walking over to the bed and grabbing seokjins face and wiping the tears away with his thumbs. “you didn’t answer the question.” “it was a mistake. you know i love you.” seokjin cries a little more, but he lets no noise out. he lets taehyung wipe them away while he thinks of what to say. “you didn’t answer the question.” he repeats. “i need you to forgive me first.” taehyung whispers, sitting on the bed now, and he kisses his forehead. seokjin is starting to get angry, and looks up at him. “fuck you taehyung! stop avoiding the question! was i not enough for you?” he lets out a shuddering sigh, and in desperation, asks again. “why?” taehyung drops a hand from his face and leaves one to play with seokjins hair and twirls it around his fingers. “i wasn’t thinking, jin. i was drunk and i’m human. i said it was a mistake.” seokjin slaps taehyung arm off of him. “i cant believe you. you’re pathetic.” and seokjin is now softly hitting his chest. “i know, baby. give me another chance...” he whispers, taking him into a hug and kissing the top of his head while seokjin balls his fists, scrunching taehyungs shirt and leaving tear stains on it. “let me make it up to you.” he smiles, warmly. he lifts seokjins chin with his finger and kisses him while seokjin pushes him away. he frowns. “don’t think that you can fuck me and i’ll forget about it.” taehyung sits in silence. “get out.” he sneers, and it stings. “don’t be like that.” he responds. “i said get out, tae. i’ll send your things over later.” taehyung grabs seokjins hand. “jin, i said i was sorry. you know i love you. forever and always.” seokjin doesn’t say anything before taehyung kisses him again. he can smell the alcohol still on him and he hates it, but seokjin kisses him back, hands in his hair. taehyung grabs his hips and lays him down as he kisses him. taehyungs hands are cold, and seokjin is so warm that it makes him shiver. taehyung trails his hands up hips and breaks off the kiss to palm seokjin through his shorts. he moves back down to kiss seokjins chest, trailing up to his neck and sucking until the skin is red. seokjin moans when taehyung presses his hand down, but he can’t stop staring when taehyung looks at him, smiling, with purple and red bruises on his neck; knowing that he didn’t leave them. taehyung doesn’t notice. all he can think about is how pretty seokjin looks with his hair ruffled, red cheeks and starry eyes that are illuminated by the sun seeping in through the blinds. taehyung kisses him again, and seokjin softly pushes his knee into his stomach. taehyung breaks away with a frown on his face. “what’s wrong?” he asks, kissing him again. “you wanna switch?” seokjin sighs. “get out. you can’t fix us this time.” “seokjin, please,” taehyung pleads. “i was lost in the moment and you know i’m in love with you. you’re the only one for me.” another kiss. “you were all i was thinking about last night.” “please just leave.” he groans out, muffled as his hands move to cover his face. taehyung sits between seokjins legs with his hands on seokjins knees. “seokjin...” “i’m not going to ask again taehyung.” “i’m sorry.” he breathes, and gets up off the bed. he walks out the door and into the hallway, sliding on his slippers while the tears build up in his eyes. he walks out of the apartment, down five floors and back into jimins apartment. he sees the cake untouched on the counter and walks into jimins room, kicking off his shoes. “where’d you go? and why are you crying?” jimin asks, groggily, rubbing his eyes open. “nowhere.” he says, wiping his tears and shaking his jacket off, leaving it on the floor. “just took care of something.” “mmh, okay.” jimin replies, and turns over. taehyung slides into the empty bed. he drapes an arm over jimins torso. he isn’t sure when the tears started rolling down his face again.