Everyone in their friend group knew Yoongi loved his personal space…Taehyung also liked Yoongi’s personal space. The younger man found himself addicted in a way, going to the older specifically for his warmth or perhaps even lazing around. Taehyung was never the possessive type, but when somebody new entered the group, a pretty looking guy named Jimin, it felt as if a fire had sparked in his chest.

Jimin had started tagging along to the groups hangouts, earning everyone’s smiles and laughs, all the attention more so on the newcomer rather than him. Which was fine. He didn’t need everyone’s eyes on him…only Yoongi’s. The blonde was never going to act on this, not even as he watched the plumped lip pinkette go up to Yoongi and hug him. Though, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make his skin crawl. That was his job, not Jimins.

“M’not going.” Taehyung firmly stood in his room, almost aggressively putting on a vinyl for his record player. He wouldn’t go just to watch Jimin cling onto Yoongi the entire time.

“Aish Taehyung-ah,” Jungkook drawled out, an exasperated sigh following suit. It was clear the bunny like man had no idea why Taehyung was turning into a recluse…and he was going to keep it that way.