Ghostbumps || Yoonmin ✔ #Wattys2019

Chapter Fifty Eight

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

You are such a shithead, Jimin!

You fucked up everything!

"Hyung, I didn't get any.. any texts or missed calls from Yoon- Did you get any yet?!!" the superstar asked with a trembling voice, holding his phone with his shaky hands.

Jin just stood there, zipping his mouth shut. He then glanced at the naked Taehyung on the bed, biting his bottom lip before he looked back at Jimin who was now a crying mess.

"Jimin..."

"You... Y-you didn't lie, r-right? I.. We didn't fuck each other, right hyung? I.. I don't feel sore and there's no hickeys anywhere because I know there would be lots of hickeys if it's Tae- Fuck hyung! Just answer me, please!" Jimin quickly cut in, eyes trembling while looking at Taehyung who was still deep asleep.

"I managed to come here before anything happened, but Tae still stripped his clothes off. He was about to strip yours too but I'm so sure you wouldn't want that so I kinda..." Jin scratched his head, trying to form an appropriate way how to tell Jimin.

"I kinda knocked his head with... something so that he completely passed out" Jin twisted his face in discomfort, fingers still scratching his head.

And Jimin's eyes widened in horror. He gaped towards Taehyung who was still sound asleep before he looked back at Jin.

"He... There's no blood involved, right?"

"God NO, Jimin! Do you think I'm that stupid?! He's politician Kim's only son for God sake!" Jin almost, almost raises his voice. If only they were at Jimin's house now, probably he would have already threw some things at the stupid superstar.

Jimin was still glaring at Jin, silently demanding his manager to tell him what object he used to hit Taehyung's head.

Rolling his eyes in irritation, Jin loudly sighed, just to make sure Jimin heard him.

"I used that book, you moron! I used that book!" Jin half hissed, half yelled, pointing at the thick, heavy book that was on the floor.

Jimin could feel his jaw drop, feeling shocked at how that huge ass thing must have hurt Taehyung's head alot.

"What the hell, hyung!" that was all the superstar could say before he paced towards the still sleeping Taehyung to check on his head.

Jimin gently cupped Taehyung's cheeks with his hands, tilting it carefully from side to side to make sure there were no bumps on his forehead or head.

Letting out a breath, he glared at Jin who was now twisting his face in annoyance after Jimin gave a light kiss to Taehyung's cheek.

"I don't like this, Jimin. I... I have kept quiet for awhile because I love you and Taehyung, just because you guys were there with me when I was having my depression and mental breakdown years ago. But.. but this is.. Jimin, you have to choose," Jin sighed, massaging his throbbing head with both hands.

"W-what do you mean-"

"This is not fair for Yoongi, Jimin. You.. you are supposed to make him your priority, and at the same time you have to deal with this!"

"Hyung, I don't like it when you say that about Tae!" Jimin hissed, glaring daggers at Jin who was already glaring at him.

"I was being a jerk back then during my birthday party because I wanted to protect you. I ended up hurting not only Yoongi, but also Joon, Hoseok, Jungkook and myself. I tell you what Jimin, you do what you think you should do BUT!" Jin stopped, taking a deep, long breath just to avoid himself from exploding in anger.