Jimin giggled as his partner pushed him back on the bed, quickly biting into his neck and feeling his hips.

The smaller male groaned and wrapped himself around the taller boy.

Jkwon was just some random guy in his modern dance class. But he was so handsome and Jimin was glad the older man stared at him so much. They were just getting started and he already felt like he was going to bust through his pants.

"God, baby, you're so hot," Jkwon said, grinning and chuckling as he pulled Jimin's shorts down.

The younger smiled and reached down, unbuckling Kwon's belt and unbuttoning his jeans.

Just then, the door burst open.

They paused and looked over.

"Hyung, Mira said you left your-" Jungkook stopped as he looked up from the floor. "Sorry."

Jimin dropped his head back as Jungkook left his room, slamming the door behind him.

Jkwon chuckled and started kissing his neck again. "Jealous ex?"

"No...well...yes and no," Jimin sighed. He closed his eyes and tried to get back in the mood, but he knew Jungkook was waiting outside... Just like he always did when he found Jimin with another guy.

"I'm sorry," Jimin groaned in annoyance and sat up, Kwon following him and rubbing his thigh. "I can't right now. Just... He's probably waiting outside."

"Seriously?" Jkwon furrowed his brow. "What's his problem?"

Jimin shook his head, "Nothing. A lot, but nothing."

"That makes no sense," J laughed. He took the hint anyway and slid off the bed, pecking Jimin's cheek afterwards. "Hey, if you ever change your mind, you know where my room is."

Jimin nodded, giving him a small smile.

A few minutes later Jimin was leaning against his door, saying goodbye to his fling and silently inviting Jungkook back inside.

The younger was obviously upset, just by the way he walked he showed his anger.

Jimin sighed into the door before turning to face the other male.

"Who was that?"

"A friend from dance."

"Yeah, right, friend," Jung spat.

Jimin rolled his eyes. "Don't do this again, Kookie."

"Well, why are you always messing around with everyone who looks at you?!?!"

Jimin shook his head and crossed his arms, pressing his tongue to the front of his teeth.

"You know they don't love you. I don't get why you waste your time with every guy you meet."

"Kookie, if you're just here to call me a whore and judge me, then please leave. I don't need this today and I don't want to be mad at you."

The younger scoffed. "Stop putting words in my mouth. I never called you a whore."

"You're basically doing that, yes. And don't talk to me about love. You don't know what I feel or what I think. You proved that a long time ago."

"Hyung-"

"Don't argue anymore. You broke up with me. You have no right to be mad or upset or jealous or anything. I can't help that you can't move on. Just let me try, okay?"

Kook frowned at that, stuffing his hands in his hoodie pocket. A moment passed and he watched Jimin walk over to the small kitchenette to get a drink.

The younger took the opportunity to drop his letter to Jimin on the table by the couch and leave.

Jimin sighed as he drank his beer, unable to handle the frustration. He was already having a bad day with his anxiety and Jkwon watching his every move hadn't helped. He accepted the older's offer for sex in hopes that it would wash away all his worries- at least for a little while- but Jungkook just made everything worse.

With a heavy heart, he dished his phone from his pocket and called Namjoon.

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Jimin hissed as the needle hit his skin, still not used to the feeling somehow.

Namjoon chuckled, focusing on the tattoo gun's path. He traced the blue lines on Jimin's calf, rather flawlessly and effortlessly.

"Thanks, Hyung."

"No problem. I always enjoy giving someone else a tattoo I like."

Jimin chuckled and relaxed in the chair. "Kookie's been stressing me out again."

"Just drop the asshole, then. If you're anxiety gets this bad because of him, you don't need him."

"I know," Jimin groaned, pressing his fingers against his eyelids. "I know, but... You know our history. You know everything we went through, all the heartbreak he endured, all that he lost. I don't know what would happen to him if he lost me too. I hate to think about it even."

Joon sighed and turned the gun off. He rested back on his stool and gave Jimin his serious face. "Then you have to set those ground rules we made. Tell him everything you expect from him as a friend or brother or whatever you guys want to be."

"Easier said than done," Jimin mumbled.

++++++

"Jimin, you got a letter on the table," his roommate said, eyes glued to the TV.

"Okay," the smaller mumbled, moving to grab it.

He flipped the envelope over and found his name scrawled across the front...in Jungkook's handwriting.

He prepared himself for a letter full of bitchy complaints and begging pleas, but as he read through it, he found none of that.

Jungkook had written him a letter, telling him he was leaving University and going to 'live with some guys I met'.

The older cursed and threw the letter down, rushing back out the door and down the hall to the staircase.

He made it to the floor below his own and rushed to Jungkook's room.

It took awhile for the door to open, but even then it was only Jungkook's roommate.

"Have you seen Jungkook?"

"Um...well, yeah. He... He left, like moved out."

"When did he leave?"

"A few hours ago. Maybe three."

Jimin groaned, then thanked the poor guy before he rushed back to the stairs.

He pulled his phone out and called his mom while be jogged down to the first floor.

"Jimin? Hello!"

"Hey, momma. Have you heard from Kookie, today?"

"No, why?"

"Well, he left me a letter. He dropped out of school and he went somewhere, but I have no idea where."

"Have you tried calling him?"

"No, but I doubt he'd pick up anyway. He's mad at me."

"Why?"

"I was flirting with some guy. You know how he gets."

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. Try calling him a few times. If he still doesn't pick up, text me and I'll try, okay?"

"Alright. Thanks, momma. Love you."

"Love you, too. And don't panic, sweetie, I'm sure he's fine. He's a smart boy."

"I know. Thanks. Bye-bye."

"Bye, baby."

++++

"Jeon Jungkook, you pick up and tell me where you are right now. What gives you the right to leave and not tell me where you are? What gives you the right to worry me like this? Call me back, immediately. I mean it."

Jimin sighs as he ends the voicemail. As he suspected, Jungkook wouldn't pick up. He had called twice and then a third time to leave a message.

Namjoon groans as he sits down next to his friend, handing him a cup of ice coffee.

"You sound like an old man," Jimin giggled.

"Seasons changing make me age," Joon joked, trying to lighten his friend's spirits. "Tae and Jin should be here soon. Yoongi said he'd be busy all night."

"And Hobi-hyung?"

"He was probably in the dance studio. He didn't answer either time I called."

Jimin sighed. He was happy Yoongi got to be a composer like he wanted and Hoseok got to choreograph, but he hated not seeing his friends regularly.

"We'll find him, Ji. Promise. Then I'll lock you guys in a room and make you fight it out. This is ridiculous."

Jimin nodded. He agreed a thousand percent.