𝓨𝓸𝓾, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓜𝓮 [ᵗᵃᵉᵍⁱ] ✔️

=FIFTEEN=

Taehyung.

After the cafeteria incident, I went straight home. I didn't want to see anyone and just calm down. I took a long hot shower and felt at least a little bit better. I'm currently laying on my bed with some sweats and a shirt on.

Then the guilt for shouting at Yoongi hit me. Even if I was angry, I shouldn't have let it out at him like that. I mean yes it was his fault we both were hurting like this, but he must've had his reasons. The one he told me couldn't be the only one.

My thoughts were interrupted as Jimin entered my room with a beaming smile. "Gosh, why are you so happy," I said, holding my hand up pretending his smile was blinding me.

He softly whacked the back of my head and I couldn't help but smile. "I'm going on a date with Jungkook!" He exclaimed. I smiled, being genuinely happy for him. "That's great news! But why do you come all the way to my room to tell me?"

"Because I need your sense for fashion," he said. "Ah, I see, using my skills to impress other people," I said with a hint of sarcasm. We both laughed a little.

"So, where are you going? And if you say the cinema I'll punch you, you never do that on your first date." I said, lecturing him.

"No no, it's an amusement park," he said with a little smile. "Okay let's get going," I said and dragged him to his room.

Endless tries later, with the floor filled with clothing and me laying on his bed, Jimin seemed content. I sat up and looked at him. "You look good" I grinned.

"Okay good, now we have to get you ready, we're leaving in 20 minutes," he said.

"What??" I perked up. "What do you mean get me ready?"

"You're coming with ya, and neither Jungkook nor me will take no as an answer." He said, sternly. "But then it's not a date? You know a date is supposed to be between two people. Or four, if it's a double date" I said, confused.

"Then consider it a double date," he said and began to rummage through my closet. "But-"

"No 'Buts', you're coming." He said. I just sighed and let it drop, not having the energy to argue. Maybe they want to take my mind off things a little I sadly smiled to myself, thanking my friends for caring about me so much.

"Wear this" he tossed some clothes on me. I hesitantly tried them on and was surprised.

"Simple, but I like it," I said, looking at myself in the mirror. "I had the best teacher" Jimin answered, making me smile.

"Okay let's go, we have to pick Jungkook up." I sighed and got into the passenger seat. "I hope you drive accurately," I said, remembering the last time Jimin picked me up from a club and drove me home.

"If you wouldn't have been so drunk you would have noticed that I was driving perfectly normal" he retorted.  "If you say so" I scoffed, looking out of the window. The sun was nearing the horizon, but it wasn't ready to set.

I didn't even notice the car stopped, but I noticed a familiar house. Yoongi's house. "What-" I was cut off by the front door opening and Jungkook stepping out. "Hey!" He excitedly waved at us, walking to Jimin and giving him a shy kiss on the cheek.

"Good to see you Tae," he said, giving me a bunny teeth smile, which I just had to return because of cuteness overload. "Wow, you're dressed decently for once" I mocked him. "Yah! What's that supposed to mean?" He squinted his eyes.

"Your Outfits never match" I just said, getting whacked on the back in my head twice, once by Jungkook and once by Jimin. I let out a small laugh, which seemed to make both of them happy.

Only then I noticed the smaller person following Jungkook. What is Yoongi doing here? And why does he look so good??

The boy gave Jimin and me a small smile, and even though he broke my heart 24 hours ago, I couldn't help but stare at him. "Is something on my shirt?" He anxiously asked, looking at it.

"No no, Taehyung is just in awe of your beauty" Jimin casually said, making him blush and even I could feel my cheeks heat up a little, I looked away, out of the window, not saying anything.

The first few minutes of the ride were accompanied by an awkward silence until Jimin decided to turn on the radio. I softly hummed along, one of my favorite songs was playing.

"Are there many rollercoasters?" Yoongi broke the silence. "It's an amusement park, tho" Jimin just answered. I sighed, the silence not making things better. "How are you coping with college stuff?" I asked the boys. I turned around, so I could look at them while talking.

"It's alright I guess. I mean, way too much studying and projects for me, but I'll try to keep up for Yoongis sake" Jungkook said and smiled.

I looked at Yoongi, he didn't really move or look up, which kind of frustrated me. "What about you?" I asked him directly, causing him to flinch. I bit my lip, knowing it was because he was probably scared of me since today.

"Look Yoongi, I'm sorry for lashing out today. Yes, I'm angry, confused, and hurting, but I shouldn't have let it out on you. Yeah, it's your fault that I, that we both feel like this, but I'm sure you had a reason. And that there's more to it than what you told me yesterday. But I'll wait, I'll wait for as long as you need me to. I will always stay by your side, if you like it or not, because I've grown to really like you" I said, apologizing.

He finally looked up, with tears in his eyes. "Thanks, Tae, that means a lot" he almost whispered. "We good now?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. He nodded and a small smile made an appearance on his face. I just shot him my infamous boxy smile.

Then I heard a clapping sound, looking at Jimin and Jungkook, more than confused. "Did you just high five each other?"

"Maybe," Jimin said and smiled. I scoffed and turned back around, now looking at the road ahead of us.

After 10 minutes we pulled into the parking lot of the park, Jungkook, and Yoongi looking visibly excited. "What are you, five?" I asked, looking at them again. The two just pouted at me. "I was just kidding" I grinned and got out of the car.

"Let's get this date started!" Jungkook exclaimed and winked at Yoongi and me, leaving me utterly confused and Yoongi a blushing mess.