RIVERDALE SPOILERS AHEAD

Hobi's PoV

My sweaty hands gripped the leather steering wheel as I kept making up scenarios in my head. Y/N with Baekhyun, all alone in that big ass house.

I heard a car honk, and I pulled over to the side of the road. I need to chill out, and stop thinking such things. I could feel my anger boiling, and the thought of Y/N making such impure sounds made my blood rush somewhere other than my head if you know what I mean.

Her moaning all over the place as I suck on her collarbone and trail my hands down her sides-

*rinG RinG*

"Yes, Kookie?"

"Hyung, where are you? And why do you sound out of breath? Were you chasing the squirrels again?!"

"Aniyo, I'll be at home soon. Don't worry about me."

"Okay, but if you're not back in 15 minutes, I'm getting Eomma to kill you and give me your dinner."

"Deal."

I hung up and caught my breath. Thank the lord for Jungkookie calling at the worst times. I felt the tent in my pants decreasing as I pulled back onto the freeway to go back home. My mind was no longer on Y/N and Baekhyun, but rather what Eomma made for dinner today. As long as it's not American food.

I parked the car on the curb and made my way inside the building, prepared to smell amazing sea food wafting from the dorm.

Instead, what I smelled, was American food coming from the dorm. I slumped and walked in sluggishly, prepared to whine about the food choice. I collapsed on the couch when I heard a little screech.

"You okay, Taehyung?"

"NO! You made me drop my popcorn! You're a monster..." I sighed and took off my shoes before carrying them in one hand and saluting Jin in the kitchen with the other. I put them away and sat down criss cross applesauce in the middle of the floor.

"Oh no, Hobi only sits that way when there's something wrong..." Namjoon murmured to Jin, but I could hear anyways.

"Hobiiiiiiii my sunshinnneeeeeeee my angelllllll tell us what's wrong...." Jin cooed at me as he crouched in front of me. I huffed and laid back on the carpeted floor.

"You aren't gonna like it, Eomma."

"Try me."

"Remember Y/N?"

"Our little Y/N?"

"Ye"

"Yes, I remember her." I sat up and made eye contact with a worried Jin.

"Well, I was gonna go to her house to check on her, and I rang the doorbell right? Right! Then, she opened the door, and she looked GORGEOUS as always! But then I looked at her collarbone, and there were bruises. But they weren't bruises, they were-" Before I could finish my story, Jimin interrupted me.

"Hickeys. They were hickeys weren't they." He growled, almost under his breath, as he made his way to the door, grabbing his car keys.

"Jimin-ah! Don't! He's really attractive, and they're dating! He's probably still there!"

"I don't care."

Y/N's PoV

I giggled with Bacon as we argued which couples on Riverdale were cuter.

"Okay okay, but really Baek. Archie is an ass... Betty is much better off with Jughead."

"Y/N-ah, Archie is great with Betty. She liked him for years."

"And he never liked her back..."

"But he was jealous of Jughead when he got with Betty!"

*diNg dOnGGG*

what the fuck? again?

"I'll get it, Bacon." He only nodded as I stepped over him to get to the door. It rung again right before I opened the door, ready to yell at Hoseok again.

But it wasn't Hoseok.

It was Jimin.

Park Jimin was standing teary eyed at my door, looking dejected and tired. He had just gotten back from a tour, he should be happy. But he's not.

He sniffled and looked at my collarbone before making eye contact again. A tear rolled down his cheek. I couldn't stand it anymore, and gave him a hug.

He sobbed into my left shoulder as I rubbed soothing circles into his back. I tried to get him to calm down, but he only cried harder. As soon as the sobbing stopped, I pulled away and wiped the tears from his face.

"Why are you crying?" I questioned softly, paying attention to his expressions, about ready to be yelled at.

"hoseok was right..." He whispered, presumably ignoring my question. As more tears fell from his once bright eyes, I pulled him into another hug. I asked again.

"Why are you crying, Jimin-ah?" He sniffled once more before whispering the answer I had been waiting for.

"i thought you loved me." I sighed and pulled away from Jimin.

"i do love you. I just don't love you the same way you love me. I don't love you the same way I love my boyfriend. And, I did love you. But, there's a big difference between loving someone and being in love with someone. I'm so sorry."

"You have a boyfriend? Did he give you those?" He gestured to my hickeys, and I nodded with a smile.

"Do you want to meet him?" Jimin only nodded as I led him to the living room, where Baekhyun was sitting by himself. "Bacon!"

Baekhyun turned around with a smile graced on his face until he saw Jimin. His smile dropped and he shot me a look of confusion. I nodded at him, and he got up to shake Jimin's hand.

"Annyeonghaseyo. My name is Byun Baekhyun. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Annyeonghaseyo, Baekhyun. My name is Park Jimin. It's very nice to meet you." At this point, any inkling of tears were gone from Jimin's face, and all that was left was a serious expression to hide the pain.

Baekyun's expression was quite similar, and tension filled the atmosphere. I couldn't think of anything to break the awkwardness, so I asked Jimin a random question.

"So..... Jimin..... Have you seen Riverdale?"

*time skip to an hour of arguing later*

"Y/N, I hate to agree with Baekhyun hyung here... But I agree with hyung. Betty and Archie are almost destined to be together! She liked him for sooooo long, and he suddenly shows feelings for her! It's meant to be!"

"She's with Jughead, and she loves him. It even says so in the last episode."

"Oh, the same last episode where Jughead accepts the Southside Serpent jacket?!"

"Fair enough, but one sided relationships shouldn't be canon. They shouldn't even be rooted for." It was silent. Baekhyun had made an excellent point supporting my side, but I don't think at that point anyone cared.

"I-I think I should go." Jimin stood up, tears once again in his eyes, and walked out the door, without a trace.

"You fucked up, Baek."