PAINFUL TRUTH

(JIMIN'S POV)

I lay next to an excited Taehyung. He likes the idea of searching for little villages, to make our way back home.

"Why don't you like Second Sun? The name's cool." Taehyung asks, snuggling closer to me.

"The name's cool, wait to see what actually is."

I could never live in a world like that one, it's just too old for me.

"I'll decide it when I see it myself." He pouts.

"Of course, Tae bear, you don't have to think like I do —, even though you'll." I giggle.

"How do you know that? You don't have any prove."

"I've been there and I know you, baby." I stroke his hair.

"Why were you there? I didn't know it until you said so."

I shrug. "How did it go with Jungkook? Did you two have fun?"

"Yeah!"

"What were you doing? I was going to join but. . . ugh, I was mad."

"Why? Because of Second Sun?" He laughs. "We were playing, and I decided I'm going to be a fairy as well."

I frown, lowering my head to look at him. "But babe, you can't change your form. Do you know that, right?"

"I'll make it happen, believe in me." He smiles.

"But I like angel Taehyung. Why don't you like it?"

"I do like it," He sighs. "But fairies are so much better than us. Their powers are stronger, their vision is better, their wings are smaller, but they can even fly quicker than us."

"We've our own qualities, too, Taetae. That's what make us special. I wouldn't like seeing you change." I pout.

It's impossible, even if it wasn't, I wouldn't like to see Taehyung changing to be something else. Though, at the end of the day, I'm going to respect his decision. He was born to be an angel, and to me he's the best one out there.

"You're the best, Taetae."

"You're also the best." He giggles.

"Do you know that if you become a fairy, we can't be roommates anymore and we won't be able to practice together as much as we do? Also, we won't spend our classes together, we would have different professors, classmates and schedules-"

"Okay, I get it. I won't change." He rolls his eyes.

I give gentle pecks to his head, swallowing a laugh.

"Baby," He looks at me. "If it wasn't impossible, I wouldn't like you changing neither, but anyone can tell you what to do. Me neither. You know that, right?"

"Mm-hmm." He nods.

"Even if I'm not quite okay with whatever you want to do, know that I'll always have your back. No matter what."

"I know. That's one of the reasons why I love you Minny, you taught me and show me almost everything I know. If I love myself now, is because you did it first."

"You should love yourself because you love yourself first, Taehyung-ah."

"I know," He pouts. "But I'm still working on that."

I kiss his cheek. "You're the most beautiful creature in this world, Tae bear."

"I luv you." He says, near my neck.

He pecks my neck gently and my hands go automatically to his waist. His kisses shift to open mouthed ones and I can't hold back a soft moan. My neck's sensitive and he knows it.

"Tae." He sucks a spot under my ear.

"Let me show you tonight how much I love you." He says, his voice shifting a few tones darker.

"It would be my pleasure." I smirk.

Baby bear disappears whenever he's the top and I love it.

"Can I make love to you later?"

"Nah-ah." He smirks.

He takes off my shirt and his lips make his way towards my left nipple, as one of his hand plays with the other one.

Oh god, this boy's going to be the end of me. I'm proud I'm the only one who can see this side of him, he becomes a tiger in bed.

(YOONGI'S POV)

"Can you make it stop?" Hoseok complains.

I laugh, watching as he loses his mind with all the bed sounds and moans coming from two rooms.

"They don't waste their time." I smirk to myself, turning off my phone.

"How can Jungkook sleep with this? Someone take me home." He whines.

"It's not that bad. I just wish Charles was here." I sigh.

"To fuck him as well?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah."

"Ugh, what I did to deserve this?" He points at the sky.

"You can sleep with me, if you want." I shrug.

"That won't make the sounds stop, genius." He rolls his eyes.

"But you won't be alone." I pat his shoulders a few times, chuckling.

It's funny how he gets mad because our friends don't know how to keep it down. Although, this reminds me of what Bada said. They did date and they did have sex. Now I understand why he has a trauma and more if that person is your first.

"Are you completely sure you've never had sex?" I blurt out.

He rolls his eyes. "Not everyone is a sex addict like you, Yoongs." He gets off the bed.

"First, I'm not a sex addict. Second, why do you always run away when we talk about this? At first I thought I was paranoid, but now you're confirming it."

I sit to one side of the bed and I've my feet already on the floor, in case I've to run and catch him.

"I don't like to talk about it because I'm not interested. That's all." He sighs, heavily.

I frown. "You're getting mad and it means you're not telling me the truth. Why do you avoid the topic? It's me. It's Yoongi, we can talk about this, you can trust me." I put my hand on my chest.

"There're a lot of things you don't know." He mutters.

I raise my eyebrows, acting surprised. I want to hear his version as well, I want to understand why he ended up with a guy like Bada. "Tell me, I'm the best choice to talk about it."

"What part don't you understand, Yoongi? I don't want to talk about sex, relationships, couples and anything that's related to it." He raises his voice.

If I tell him the truth, he's going to be mad at me because I decided to do this without asking him first. I just wanted to make sure he wasn't a threat to him, he didn't look happy after they saw each other. But if I open up first, he'll be able to talk about it as well.

I put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, Hoba. I already know everything."

He frowns. "What do you mean?"

"Do you know the guy who sold me the guitar? His name's Choi Bada. We met, I wanted to clarify if your Bada was the same as mine — and it is. So, you don't need to be ashamed. I can tell he's a weirdo, buy you were young and-"

"He told you everything?" He pulls away, panik shining in his eyes.

"Yeah, don't worry. But. . . I don't understand how could you do it. I never thought you were that type of person, Hoseok." I tease him, he did have bad taste in the past.

I bit my lower lip, holding my laugh until he starts laughing, so we can joke about how weird's Bada together. Seconds pass, but he never does. He's not smiling, not even with his eyes.

"It's a joke, don't get mad." I giggle, trying to ease the tension in the room.

I wait for an answer, but he seems not to be here anymore. He is, but his mind isn't.

"Sorry, did I offend you? You were young, it's okay." I try again, gently.

He gasps. "'It's okay?' That's all you've to say?"

I nod. "Well, I didn't know you liked. . . that." I frown. I would never date Bada, not even in a nightmare.

"You don't know anything!" He screams, tears rolling down his cheek. "You don't know anything, so shut up!" His voice comes out hoarse and I need a few moments to realise his state.

"I was only teasing you, Hobi. I wouldn't have done it if I had known you would get sensitive. I know it's not one of your best decisions ever, but. . . We all were kids once and made weird choices."

"You-" He chokes on his own sob. "You dare to call me sensitive?" He screams, pushing me against the wall. Pain pops up in my shoulder blades, I won't be surprised if I get bruises.

"The hell? Why are you getting aggressive with me? You were young, I understand why you dated him." I stop for a moment, taking a deep breath. "Can you talk to me instead of scream at me?" I sigh. "I want to listen to you, I want to be there for you. I don't want to see you cry neither, can you talk to me?"

"Dated him? How you there to call that dating?" He yells.

He's obviously not listening to me anymore, at least not reasonably. He doesn't let me say anything in defence myself because his fist finds its way to my left cheek. The impact turns my head to a side and I can taste the blood in my mouth ones I get all my senses back.

Hoseok has punched me.

"Dude?!" I look at him with my hand still on my cheek. "I'm sorry, okay, I didn't know you would react this way."

Hoseok's hyperventilating and his breath is choppy. I know he cried and I remember how he said he didn't want to see him again, but it was just a teenage love. Right?

I take a few steps forward. "Tell me he told the truth."

He kneels down, crying. His sobs get louder and I get goose bumps. I've never seen him cry like this, he sounds like he's in agony.

I provoked it, if he's like this now, is because of me. Damn, I should have kept my mouth shut and don't push the topic.

I kneel by his side, clumsily. I hesitate a few times before putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't touch me." He cries, moving away. Thank god I can't see his face, I don't know if I could handle it.

"I'm- I'm sorry, I didn't know," I swallow, "I didn't think it would hurt you like this. I'm sorry, I'm stupid."

"You don't know anything. Anything." He whispers, shaking his head.

"Bada told me you dated, years ago. He told me he was your first boyfriend. Anyway, I don't really care. I just want to know what happened between you two, he looks happy, but you don't. Did you really date him? You don't look like someone who would, to me. "

"Because I didn't. I've never dated him. I would never date him." My chest tightens as he starts trembling slightly.

"But- But Bada said- He told me. . ." If what Bada said is a lie, then what's the truth? Could he. . .

"He ruined me, Yoongi. You've no idea-" He sobs.

I hug him, tightly, before he breaks into pieces. I pat his back, ignoring his punches on my chest. I would never let him go, less in this state. He cries, mumbling words I can't identify.

"You've no idea." He whispers, stopping his movements. He would have already fallen if I wasn't here keeping him still. His weak fists rest on my chest and I stroke his hair, distracting myself from my burning throat.

"Hoseok, what happened to you?"