Tae had no idea what was wrong, just that something was wrong. For one thing, Jimin never called in sick. Not even when he was sick. For another, he had been out of sorts in a very different way than just being sick. And, lastly, he had been listening to what was clearly heartbreak music since he had left for work this morning, so when he returned and could still hear the music, the conclusion was obvious.
Something was wrong with Suga.
So Tae made tea, grabbed some cookies and a tub of ice cream and knocked the door to Jimin's room. "Jiminie! Let me in, I have cookies!"
Nothing good could happen, the cookie would taste delicious for one brief moment and then leave him, leave him like everything else did. God, he was so sad and alone. He buried his head into the pillow and tried to ignore the dull ache in his chest, the heartbreak was unreal. Every part of him hurt. Every last bit. Even his toes missed Yoongi!
"Everything is terrible in here, Tae. You don't want to come in." He wanted to brood and be sad in peace, listening to his trashy kpop. They got heartbreak, they knew his pain.
"Come on! You can't do this alone, I want to bitch about guys too." Because he assumed that's what they really needed to do here, if the sound of Jimin's voice was anything to go by. Maybe Suga had cheated on him? That seemed about right, given the level of heartbreak clearly involved here.
"I got ice cream. If you don't let me in, it will melt. Uneaten." And wasn't that the most tragic of all?
With great reluctance, Jimin got up and went to the door, knowing he looked like shit. His eyes were red rimmed and he looked like a mess, his hair all over the place and clearly broken up. He looked like a mess. "You can only come in here if you agree that men are jerks and everything they do is terrible."
And with that, he took the ice cream and stormed off, jumping on the bed and eating the ice cream instantly. He needed this. "How did you know I wanna bitch about guys?"
"Because I'm a genius detective, duh." Tae came in and dropped down next to Jimin, wrapping an arm around him. "Anyway, guys all suck. That's why I'm single, no one is worth my time."
He petted Jimin's hair, trying to fix it up a little, but he doubted that would really help. With his voice a little softer, he looked at Jimin, asking gently. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"
Because he was fine just discussing men in general too.
"Nope, I don't think I can. It just went badly and he was a jerk, it's over and ... that's it." If he told Tae, he made him implicit. Could he really do that to him? No, he wanted to keep him safe. With a sad sigh, he turned his head to Tae and smiled softly. "My everything hurts right now. Worse than anything. I just want to be sad for a while, nothing is going to fix it."
Suga was dead and gone. Only Yoongi remained and he was a fucking asshole. "Suga is gone. That's all there is to it."
"Okay." Tae hugged his friend close and glared at nothing, because he hated when someone hurt Jimin and he hated it even more when there was nothing he could do to help. "Such a jerk. I hate him. He wasn't good enough for you anyway."
He had promised bitching and he would deliver. "Guys just never think about other people's feelings. They are only in it for sex and to be assholes, I'm sure of it."
"I don't think he just wanted sex and I ... I don't think he wasn't good enough for me. He was just there one day and gone the next. I just -- he was perfect, Tae. He did all the things I wanted and--and--and--" Oh yeah, that was enough to make him cry again. He leaned into Tae and buried his head against his shoulder, the pain was too much whenever he thought of Yoongi.
That gummy little smile and the way he made him cup noodles, pretending to be a world class chef. The way he played with his hair and all the things they talked about. It hurt without him. "I want him back!"
"You are doing a really bad job of this bitching about guys thing," Tae said gently while hugging him close, wishing he knew what was going on. Maybe Suga had just dumped him? Otherwise it made little sense. The whole thing was hard to make sense of, what with Jimin still calling him perfect.
"I'm sorry. Are you sure you can't get him back? Maybe it's just a misunderstanding." Whatever happened. "If you already miss him so much."
"Nope, he's not coming back. He's gone!" He knew Tae wasn't getting it, he supposed it wasn't easy to get. He pulled back and wiped at his eyes, running his fingers through his hair and debating what to do. "He's not the guy I thought he was. I want Suga, he's the one I was in love with but it turns out, he's not Suga! He's some dumb jerk."
Who killed his dad and used him, tried to manipulate him even now. Dick. "I wish I could tell you more but ... it's not safe to tell you."
"...is he an alien?" Well, he didn't actually believe it, but at this point it made as much sense as anything. Especially with it not being safe to tell him. "I mean, I figured that Suga wasn't his given name."
That part was kind of obvious. He supposed some poor punk who only ever gave his nickname wasn't that trustworthy to begin with, but bringing them up now seemed out of place and he didn't want to do it, Jimin was already hurting. "So, he has like a secret identity? I mean, that's kind of cool."
"It's not cool, it's ... oh, fuck it, I'm dead anyway." He pulled out his phone and opened up his gallery, flicking through until he found a picture he got Yoongi to take after a lot of begging and pleading, swearing to tell no one and show no one. And this was the only one he had. He held it up for Tae to see.
"That's Suga." And just in case he didn't get it. "Or, as he's known as these days, Min Yoongi."
"...what?" Tae stared at the picture and, yes, that definitely looked like Min Yoongi. But that wasn't all that Jimin was saying and it was really hard to connect the dots, as obvious as he was making it, because his mind confused to comprehend it. Suga was a punk, barely a step from living on the streets, working delivery jobs and living off cup noodles, sending Jimin messages that made him smile or laugh or melt and doing all sorts of cute and sweet stuff that Jimin told him about, being exactly the kind of boyfriend that Jimin had always dreamed of.
This did not even begin to make sense. "I... Seriously?"
How? He was starting to understand Jimin's problem with dealing with this. "I mean. He's handsome, at least?"
"He's dead to me. He's gone. The selfish jerk didn't even tell me who he was until I walked into that room. And if Hobi ever finds out or his father does? I'm dead! And he didn't even care about that." He threw his phone away from him, angry and hurt, dropping down onto his mattress so he could curl into himself. How did someone he loved turn out to be such a jerk? What happened?
"Suga is gone, he never really existed. I only have Yoongi and he didn't even have the decency to warn me ahead of time." He just let him stand in a room full of gangsters and have his heart break.
"That's a dick move." Tae could agree with that, although mostly he was still trying to wrap his mind around the entire idea of all this. He frowned, shaking his head a little, then decided that he had to keep asking questions. He just had to know. "Do you think he... I mean, did he milk you for information? Is that why... He had to know, right? That you work for Hobi."
After all, Hobi had been with them the first time Suga met Jimin.
He didn't know if he could make sense of it all, whether or not Yoongi knew what he was doing or if he was just dumb. It hurt either way. With a sad sigh, he curled into himself protectively and pouted, hugging the ice-cream tub for lack of anything else to hug. "I said some things I shouldn't have... He could use them against us. I don't know. He may have just been dicking around, he may have wanted to hurt us. I don't know."
"I mean... it'd be a pretty long con if he was trying to use you." Although, yes, Hobi had said that Yoongi was a planner, but Tae didn't really see what the big pay-off here possibly could be. Who knew? It was hard to say. "I think he must have actually liked spending time with you too. I mean, he's a jerk, he's definitely a jerk, I'm not saying he's not. Just that it must have been because he liked you, right? I don't think Hobi would blame you..."
"That makes it all worse." That was all he could say to that. No, Yoongi liking him didn't make it any better, it didn't make it less of a dick move and it didn't make him less bothered by it all. He just sighed slowly and closed his eyes, not wanting to think about the idea of Yoongi loving him. "I don't know, I really don't. I just won't tell him, I guess. And hope he won't ever find out."
"Yeah." Tae nodded in agreement. "It's our secret." He wasn't sure what else to say, so he just hugged Jimin close, figuring maybe it was time to go back to their original point. "Men suck anyway. We don't need any. We should just stay in and watch cartoons. Guys are selfish jerks, who needs that? I have you and ice cream and that's all I need."
"Ditto. You're a good boy, Tae. The best." Easily. He allowed himself to be tugged by Tae, just enjoying the moment and trying to stop crying over Min Yoongi of all people. He broke his heart, nothing could be done about that.
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Something was wrong with Suga.
So Tae made tea, grabbed some cookies and a tub of ice cream and knocked the door to Jimin's room. "Jiminie! Let me in, I have cookies!"
Who could deny him like this?
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Nothing good could happen, the cookie would taste delicious for one brief moment and then leave him, leave him like everything else did. God, he was so sad and alone. He buried his head into the pillow and tried to ignore the dull ache in his chest, the heartbreak was unreal. Every part of him hurt. Every last bit. Even his toes missed Yoongi!
"Everything is terrible in here, Tae. You don't want to come in." He wanted to brood and be sad in peace, listening to his trashy kpop. They got heartbreak, they knew his pain.
Tae did not.
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"I got ice cream. If you don't let me in, it will melt. Uneaten." And wasn't that the most tragic of all?
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And with that, he took the ice cream and stormed off, jumping on the bed and eating the ice cream instantly. He needed this. "How did you know I wanna bitch about guys?"
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He petted Jimin's hair, trying to fix it up a little, but he doubted that would really help. With his voice a little softer, he looked at Jimin, asking gently. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"
Because he was fine just discussing men in general too.
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Suga was dead and gone. Only Yoongi remained and he was a fucking asshole. "Suga is gone. That's all there is to it."
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He had promised bitching and he would deliver. "Guys just never think about other people's feelings. They are only in it for sex and to be assholes, I'm sure of it."
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That gummy little smile and the way he made him cup noodles, pretending to be a world class chef. The way he played with his hair and all the things they talked about. It hurt without him. "I want him back!"
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"I'm sorry. Are you sure you can't get him back? Maybe it's just a misunderstanding." Whatever happened. "If you already miss him so much."
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Who killed his dad and used him, tried to manipulate him even now. Dick. "I wish I could tell you more but ... it's not safe to tell you."
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That part was kind of obvious. He supposed some poor punk who only ever gave his nickname wasn't that trustworthy to begin with, but bringing them up now seemed out of place and he didn't want to do it, Jimin was already hurting. "So, he has like a secret identity? I mean, that's kind of cool."
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"That's Suga." And just in case he didn't get it. "Or, as he's known as these days, Min Yoongi."
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This did not even begin to make sense. "I... Seriously?"
How? He was starting to understand Jimin's problem with dealing with this. "I mean. He's handsome, at least?"
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"Suga is gone, he never really existed. I only have Yoongi and he didn't even have the decency to warn me ahead of time." He just let him stand in a room full of gangsters and have his heart break.
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After all, Hobi had been with them the first time Suga met Jimin.
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He didn't know if he could make sense of it all, whether or not Yoongi knew what he was doing or if he was just dumb. It hurt either way. With a sad sigh, he curled into himself protectively and pouted, hugging the ice-cream tub for lack of anything else to hug. "I said some things I shouldn't have... He could use them against us. I don't know. He may have just been dicking around, he may have wanted to hurt us. I don't know."
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