"hey, jimin!"

"what do you want, taehyung?"

"can we just talk?"

"about jungkook?"

"no, about our friendship."

"wow."

"then no."

"come on jimin, please."

"don't you think you're overreacting?"

"that he's overreacting?"

"how could you even say that?"

"it's not that big of a deal."

"it is."

"it's a big deal to him and myself."

"a couple days ago he was telling you off and now you're the leader of his protection squad?"

"what the hell jimin?"

"don't you think that's kind of pathetic?"

"pathetic?"

"you know he'll never love you or even like you, but you still stand up for him."

"everyone needs someone to stand up for them and he has no one."

"they all ditched him if you hadn't noticed."

"so excuse me for wanting to help since i'm the only person he can semi count on in his life right now, whether he likes me or not."

jimin walked off, not bothering to look back at the sighing boy behind him.

watching the black haired boy huff off with his red cheeks from how serious he had gotten, he couldn't help but to feel bad for wording what he was trying to say so wrongly.

taehyung knew it was wrong to act so cruel to jungkook, as did everyone else, but at the same time he couldn't have possibly known of the horrid disaster just waiting to happen from what he had caused.