Dear god.

This chapter was like supposed to be short and light-hearted but I turned it into a goddamn monster -- AGAIN. I guess words makes up for not updating for like 2 months? x'3 Ugh, I promised myself after rewriting chapter 13 that I will NEVER write a longass chapter like that ever again -- but here we are (((: So make sure you got time, because this will take a while.

Okay, so I initially planned a more dramatic chapter for this one but I felt like we lacked some friendship moments between Bangtan and the girls. So here I bring you a fun little chapter that turned out wayyy longer than I had planned it to be, and some very juicy

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I ended up never telling Taehyung about the kiss -- at least not yet.

Confiding in Jimin had been an unexpected action, though it almost felt like it had been years since the last time I felt this relieved. However, I wish it was Areum I had told everything to and not Jimin, but he had caught me in a very sensitive state and I couldn't help but opening up to him that evening. Thankfully, he promised not to spill any tea about mine and Taehyung's secret 'relationship', if you now can even call it that.

That's probably the reason why I won't tell him in the first place; we're not in a relationship. This fact is probably the one that breaks me the most, though there is no one else to blame except myself on this one. I knew what was waiting for me if I let him in; which is not knowing where I have him, if this is only temporary for him. I've begin to wonder if all this is worth the silent agony that's slowly starting to rage within me. Only time will tell, it seems.

However, I was surprised to how supportive and understanding Jimin was. He didn't seem to judge me at all -- it was rather the opposite. I hadn't realized how much I needed to get these feelings out of my system.

"Taehyung is a complicated person. I'm pretty sure even he doesn't know how to handle everything going on between the two of you, either. Don't be surprised if he does something stupid, though, but don't let it get to you. You have to be cautious and take it slow, because this is new to him, too," Jimin had said to me. I've been processing his words a lot and eventually came to a conclusion.

Be cautious and take it slow. I can do that.

I know that we have to talk about it sooner or later, but I'm so afraid that he will leave me if we have two different views on what's going on between us. I guess I'm just not ready to hear him saying out loud that we're nothing more than a fling.

While internally going back and forth if I should tell him or not, a week quickly passed by and I found it more and more difficult to find a good timing to talk about it. The guilt was slowly eating me up from the inside for each day and I knew that if I keep waiting like this, the chances of him reacting in a negative way are increasing rapidly. I can mentally feel myself digging my grave deeper and deeper for each day of not telling him.

But before I drop the bombshell on him, I know that I have to open up to Areum first and tell her about our secret relationship. So that's why I've invited her over during the weekend, since my parents are away on a brief business trip outside town. Which is something I kind of didn't tell Taehyung, since he would probably beg me to death that he should stay over the entire weekend -- but I honestly just needed some time alone with my best friend along with tons of ice cream and pizza.

We're currently seated in front of the tv in my livingroom, lazily sprawled over the sofa with controllers in hand, in the middle of an intensive Mortal Kombat match.

"DIE ALREADY!" Areum yells, smashing the buttons on the controller as if her life depended on it -- technically in the game it did. And yes; she was referring to me in particular.

"YOU'RE DOING DOWN!" I retort at the top of my lungs as I hurl all my best combo attacks at her warrior -- who's now completely covered in blood -- in rapid succession.

"NOOOOOO!" she screams in despair when the exaggerated deep voice belonging to the referee in the game exclaims 'finish him' while her character sways to the sides -- all that was left was one last hit by me and I'll stand as the great champion of this match. Six times in a row by now.

Punching in a specific combination of buttons on my controller, Areum yelps in dread when my brutal grand finale activates. My character completely slaughter hers with zero mercy, blood flying everywhere on the screen as body parts are cut off and bones are snapped in half.

Mortal kombat is truly a big hell no for the weak hearted.

Bold, red letters flashes on the screen; Fatality.

"I hate you," Areum mutters bitterly, an angry frown on her face.

"Aw come on, don't feel bad. It's your first time playing it," I say softly, trying to lift her grumpy mood.

"Exactly! And you still went batshit crazy, slaughtering me like Freddy Krueger with four arms! Totally unfair and rude!"

"You're right.. I'm sorry. Rematch? I promise I will pick a character I'm not familiar with!" I plead with puppy-eyes, feeling bad for going too hard on my noob friend.

".. Fine. But this time, you're going down!" she threatens while clutching onto the controller hard with determination, flashing me a glare with a deadly glint in her eyes.

"Bring it on."

A couple of minutes of continuous yelling and swearing followed, a chain of death-threats also mixing into the vulgar storm of words between us. I almost feared that if I won this round that she would secretly kill me in my sleep tonight.

Fingers started cramping towards the end of this match. Both with super low health left, and the one who dies this round is the grand loser. I almost wanted to give up, and judging by how Areum whimpered and groaned beside me -- she was also getting exhausted.

"NOW OR NEVER!" We both scream, still smashing the buttons with all our might.

The sound of the doorbell resonating through my house suddenly causes us to snap out of our violent trance. We stop in the middle of our actions and share a confused gaze.

"Who could that be?" I ask, debating whether I should open the door or not. Areum shrugs, appearing to be as clueless as I am.

Two seconds later, a roar of victory is heard from my friend.

She killed me.

"HEY THAT'S NOT FAIR!" I exclaim in disbelief, shocked that she took advantage of my absentmindness and finished off my character while I wasn't paying attention.

I rise to my feet with a heavy sigh when the doorbell rings again, leaving Areum behind who is doing some sort of weird victory-dance, and make my way towards the front door.

"I will have my revenge!!" I yell from the hallway, sounding threatening but in reality I'm just happy that she finally won -- my fingers were killing me anyway.

I open the door at last, curious to who it could be.

I'm met with seven familiar faces -- whom I definitely did not expect to show up.

"The party has arrived!" Hoseok exclaims ecstatically, almost startling me with his overflowing positive energy.

"What the- How.. What?" I stutter stupidly, my mind thrown into a hurricane of confusion.

"We're all bored and Areum told me she was staying at your place," he explains with a wide grin.

"So we decided to crash your little slumber party," Jin adds and they all hail up their bags in the air as proof.

What the actual- Are they serious?!

Before I even managed to come up with some sort of reply, they invite themselves inside my house, kicking off their shoes and leaving them all scattered over the hallway floor.

Okay, what the hell just happened?

The last one to come in is Taehyung, and the look he gives me causes my heart to wrench in my chest. I know that he knows that I lied to him and it makes me feel even worse than before. His gaze is so empty, as if he's built a wall around himself that's protecting him from me.

And that envelops me in guilt and sadness.

I want to say something -- anything -- but I'm too baffled to even think straight. This night I was finally telling Areum everything, like I desperately needed to. Why is the timing always off? Why isn't the Universe giving me time to sort out my thoughts?

Our lips are sealed, even our eyes speaks nothingness when he walks right past me, averting his gaze away from me and joining the others in the livingroom without even saying a simple "Hi" to each other.

That was so wrong in so many ways. It was as if he was a whole other person; he's never straight up ignored me like that. My stomach sinks in dejection. I've hurt him, and this makes me realize how deep in shit I actually am. How will he react when I tell him about the kiss with Jimin? A lonely shiver crawls up my spine at the thought, leaving me suddenly dead worried. What if he leaves me?

Hold the eff up now. Let him sulk for a moment, don't be the first one to beg for forgiveness. He hasn't said anything about your relationship and he obviously avoids the subject. You're not chained to him -- and let that sink into the dense head of his. Your life doesn't revolve around him like he wants you to believe. Let him be afraid of losing you -- not the other way around.

Wow. Thank you, wise-for-once subconsciousness.

I eventually enter the livingroom with a lifted mood, suddenly feeling quite excited that we're joined by the guys unexpectedly like this. Areum is beyond ecstatic, squealing with happiness the moment she saw the boys walking into the room -- but the main reason was of course her boyfriend Hoseok. Their relationship really bloomed these last two weeks after the festival and even so much that they are officially boyfriend and girlfriend.

And oh boy if she hasn't been able to shut up about it.

All she talks about is Hoseok here, Hoseok there with sparkly eyes, completely trapped inside the Alcatraz of cloud nine. I'm in all honesty so incredibly happy for her, I truly am. But seeing them being so adorable together just hits a sensitive nerve.

I envy them. I envy them so much that it hurts.

Sure, I don't want us to be clingy and all lovey-dovey, making everyone around us puke -- I actually prefer to be a bit discrete on that front. I only wish for us to be able to hold hands in front of our friends, maybe occasionally steal a quick kiss or two. All those small and perhaps insignificant actions -- but to me they were the ones that made my heart flutter the most.

Maybe one day Taehyung and I will be openly loving like that, but for now I'm just happy to be able to do all those things when we're alone.

I let my eyes linger for a moment at the boy who holds my heart locked up while we're all seated in my sofa, realizing how obviously he's ignoring me. It's almost sickening.

Two can play that game.

The boys soon discover the two controllers that belongs to my PlayStation and immediately starts fighting over them before setting up some random two-player game. Jungkook and Namjoon are first up to play, already screaming their vocal chords off not even ten seconds into the game. I can't help but laugh at the entertaining sight even though my ears started hurting.

The seat next to me sinks down, making me shift my gaze from the tv to Jimin who's slightly leaning towards me.

"Damn, what's up his ass? I can sense a tension between you two but it's not the sexual kind," he says with a low voice so that only I can hear -- he was obviously talking about Taehyung who's sitting on the other side of the sofa, still refusing to acknowledge my existence.

I fought the urge to hurl a pillow up Jimin's face -- or a fist, whatever he prefers.

"Because I didn't tell him that my parents are out this weekend," I mutter with a heavy sigh, realizing how immature he is.

"Seriously? Are you sure there's nothing more to it?"

I shake my head. "Can't come up with anything else," I reply truthfully.

Jimin seems to think for a moment, hesitating if he should say it or not before very, very carefully asking, "Does he.. know that I kissed you?"

I tense momentarily, feeling how my cheeks threatens to flame up at his question.

"No. I haven't said anything. I want to, though, but I haven't found a good timing to bring it up yet."

"Don't," he says, eyes stern as he captures my gaze. "Don't tell him yet."

"Are you sure? Won't his reaction be worse the longer I keep it from him?" I ask unsurely.

"Trust me, anytime soon is not a good timing."

"Why not?"

"You haven't confirmed anything, right? He still refuses to talk about it?"

I shake my head slowly. He gives me a small sympathetic smile at that, a hint of sorrow evident in his eyes.

"Then you have nothing to worry about, okay? You have no valid reason to feel guilty."

"But I still feel bad.."

"Then let him feel bad instead. Show him that he doesn't have you wrapped around his finger."

I crinkle my eyebrows. "How?"

Jimin smirks slightly at that. "Be playful with us. Give us more attention than him."

Wow, that's kind of evil.

"Are you sure that won't piss him off even more?"

Smirk intensifies. "Oh but that's what we want -- but it'll be a good kind of pissed off. He won't be mad at you, don't worry about that. But he will be pissed at us and hopefully himself -- because he won't have balls enough to get up and stop it."

"How are you so sure that he will even react to that?"

"Please. I bet on my soul that he will mentally envision himself slaughtering us all with his bare hands, but will only stare at you in reality, wishing that he could step in and take over. Then, watch him puppy after you and beg for your attention when the others aren't looking."

I bite the inside of my cheek, contemplating this completely crazy idea of his.

Noticing my uncertainty, Jimin adds, "Taehyung is possessive as fuck. Especially when it comes to you. Don't look, but right now he's staring at us like he's eyeing a prey."

My breath almost hitch in my throat at that, and I'm instantly tempted to see the look on Taehyung's face. A single flutter of excitement roams in my stomach, causing a smile to appear on my lips within a split second.

"Really?" I ask way too happily, making Jimin roll his eyes at me.

"How dense are you, Blue?" he questions with a smile, shaking his head at me while knocking his finger against my forehead. "Yup. As dense as concrete."

I grab his wrist, remembering what he told me about being playful with them, and hold it for a bit longer than necessary while smiling devilishly at Jimin.

"No I'm not," I defend myself before poking him in the ribs, with the intention to tickle him. He laughs at the contact and tickle me back, a satisfied grin on his face when he notices what I'm trying to do.

"He's crazy about you, and you don't even see it."

I fight the wide smile that's threatening to break my entire face, not wanting to allow my heart to believe Jimin's words. "I'll believe it when I hear those words coming from him."

Jimin throws his arm around me at that, pressing his cheek against mine.

"Blue, Blue, Blue," he sing-songs while swaying our intertwined bodies side to side. "You're so funny."

Externally I'm laughing, but I'm internally cringing so hard at this act between us which only makes me laugh harder because this makes me both nervous and thrilled for some reason.

"Hey Blue!" I suddenly hear Yoongi call, earning my attention which causes me to untangle myself from Jimin. "I heard that you're good at Mortal Kombat," he says, arching one eyebrow at me in a cocky manner.

"So I've been told," I reply with a challenging smirk.

"Mortal Kombat happens to be my favorite game. Let's see who's the best of us."

"Challenge accepted."

Jungkook throws the controller over to me and I sit up straight, concentration on peak. We choose our fighters and prepare ourselves mentally. Yoongi and I lock gazes for a couple of seconds, our eyes reeking with determination.

"May the best fighter win," he says almost with a threatening tone. But I don't budge.

I'm determined to obliviate him.

In the game, that is.

In an instant, we start smashing the buttons on our controllers like there's no tomorrow. The others are hyping us up by roaring, yelling and whatever animals do in a jungle when watching two gorillas fighting over dominance. It's an intensive match I must say. Yoongi won the first round, mostly because I wanted to judge his abilities -- he definitely did not play around. There was no doubt that he played this game on a regular basis; he knew every move, every skill, every strategic attack patterns.

Aka; a total Mortal Kombat nerd.

Little did he know that underneath my weeaboo and study-until-I-pass-out facade, I possess an unhealthy love towards this combat game. The only one who knew this was of course Taehyung, because we've spent many, many hours in my bedroom playing this before bed -- and I've beaten him to a pulp every time.

The next round is mine. I made sure to drag out on the time to further inspect his attacks and what strategies I should use against him. Yes; I'm taking this match way too seriously. But it's mostly excitement since I'm finally going up against someone on my level -- and I'm having the time of my life.

Yoongi wins the third round, and I win the fourth one with a teeny tiny bit of health left, which had me on edge because he could've easily had won there if he successfully had hit me with any attack.

Now my thumbs are beginning to cramp, but with adrenaline pumping in my veins I start hurling my best combos at his warrior which quickly drains large portions of his HP.

"THIS CAN'T BE!"

"YOU'RE GOING DOOOOWN!"

"NOOOOO!" Yoongi screams out in pure misery when I execute my final blast which completely empties his HP bar.

"Oh my god," I breathe, almost out of breath with my fingers slightly shaky after "Fatality" flashes on the screen at last.

I won.

Loud roars erupt in my cramped livingroom and I feel my body lift from the sofa, which causes me to squeal in surprise. Jungkook and Jin had apparently hurled my body up in the air, jumping while holding onto me in celebration. I laugh at the amount of attention I'm receiving just because I beat Yoongi at a game. The others chant my name and I laugh even harder at that.

When they set me down again, I turn to Yoongi who has his arms crossed over his chest with a frown on his face, looking as if he has lost the purpose in his life.