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Nov 2, 2017

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➥ pairing ▹ Jungkook | OC/Reader | Taehyung

➥ angst | friends to lovers au

It wasn’t supposed to end this way. Then again, she wasn’t planning on seeing her best friend whom she’s have been in love with balls deep in someone else.

An unexpected friends to (potential) lovers angst fiction loosely based on the Studio Killers song Jenny.

I wanna ruin our friendship...

...We should be lovers instead

It wasn’t supposed to end this way. Of course, she was drunk after all. It wasn’t like she was planning on walking in on Jungkook anytime soon… especially in such a compromising situation. Even in such a dark room with only the golden light of the street lamps outside coming in, her drunken mind could make out what was happening. Yeri’s dress – yes, Yeri’s dress, one of the girls he claimed he’d never hook up with because she was merely a freshman – had been ridden up to her waist, fingers tangled in his dark hair the way she’d pictured herself doing so many times.

Shaking her mind of the memory, she clutched onto the side of the picket fence. The white paint was chipping away as her grip tightened onto it, the mixture contents of before the party and the alcohol she had consumed beforehand bubbling up from her stomach and spewing onto the concrete. She wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve that was bunched up by her fist before standing herself up. Even though the tightening of her stomach threatened to get rid of whatever was left in her stomach, the burning rawness of her throat begged her keep walking, preferably home.

A frostbit breeze caressed her face as she walked, slowly sobering her up. She rubbed her arms which were covered with the sleeves of the loose, maroon pullover that Jungkook had given her earlier that night when Taehyung had excitedly spilt his “fun punch” all over her sweater dress with his arm swung around her. He frantically apologized and offered his flannel, but when he reached to pull it off, he fell into her instead, spilling more of the pure alcohol down her front.

Embarrassed on behalf of her friends, Rose had apologetically given her some leggings and a Black Sabbath t-shirt before heeding to a drunken Taehyung. Jungkook had insisted that she take his sweater since the night was so cold, reassuring her that she would still perfect in the oversized fabric. None of them would have guessed that she’d need it for the walk home later that night.

After walking a couple of blocks to the train station, she sat down. She wished that she could still feel the warmth of his large hands holding hers like she had so many times before. She could remember the smell of his cologne from earlier that day when they had ridden the train from her house to Rose’s, standing so close to him that she could smell it on the sweater that she is wearing now. As another soft breeze passed, she snuggled more into his sweater. The smell was still there, but faint now.

How did she let this happen? Had she never had that thought of “what would happen if” regarding Jungkook, she would have never seen him the way she does now. Had she kept sipping her iced coffee instead of looking up at that giggling smile of his, maybe her heart wouldn’t have started to beat so fast whenever he looked at her like that. Why did he have to look at her like that?

The blaring sound of the train rushing by, accompanied by the harsh frigid wind that came with it had snapped her sobering mind back to reality. She forced herself to stand and wobbled into the train, not having the energy to remain standing. It was harshly lit with a few other passengers on the train. A few were men and women in business attire, probably late to coming home to their families. The other few were probably other university students coming home from a party, too.

One thing for certain, though, is that none of them had burst into a drunken sob when they had walked in on seeing their best friend who they have been in love with all summer into autumn drunkenly screw one of the new, more popular students in their boring humanities study class. No, they most likely hadn’t thrown a Deadpool pop figurine at their best friend and shouted a big “fuck you” while their best friend was balls deep in someone else.

Even then, she guessed that if that had ever happened to any of these strangers on the train, none of them would have apologized to the said girl screwing their best friend because they felt bad for seeing her exposed like that. Besides, they probably would have remembered their phone, wallet, clothes, and dignity before failing to hold back a sob and running out of a house of partying students that they’d have to see on Monday morning. Yes, all of that is certain.

After nearly forty-five minutes of self-pitying and sobering up, she had stepped out of the train and onto the platform. She dragged herself to her apartment and for once was thankful that her roommate Hoseok was not there. No, he was with his girlfriend for the weekend. Thankfully.

When she walked in, she was greeted by the warmth of the apartment. Immediately after locking the front door, she pulled off Jungkook’s sweater, crumpling it into a ball before angrily throwing it across the small living room. She turned to the right and was immediately in her small room. This was her safe space and she mentally thanked herself for taking the time earlier in the week to clean it and keeping it that way.

She stepped towards her drawers and pulled one open only to be welcomed by an array of Jungkook’s t-shirts. She picked one up and held it to her chest. No, it no longer smelled of him. It’s been in her possession for that long. She tossed it behind her and did the same with every one of his t-shirts that she had. When she was done with that drawer, she did the same to the rest of the drawers, separating her clothing from his. She turned around to see a pile of his clothing in the middle of the small room. Did she really have this much of Jungkook’s stuff? Had she had it all this time? She looked back at her drawers and realized that most of the clothes that were hers were not comfortable enough to be sleeping in… wow, she had spent so many nights with Jungkook that she only ever slept in his oversized clothes.

She mentally scolded herself before walking through her Jack n’ Jill bathroom into Hoseok’s room to grab a large, black t-shirt of his from his closet. When she was back in the bathroom, she turned both the light and shower on before slamming both bedroom doors. She stared at herself in the mirror. Maybe if her throat didn’t burn so much, she’d outwardly scold herself for getting so drunk in the first place… for having such grand expectations of Jungkook… for falling in love with him.

She stripped herself of the outside clothes that she was wearing and rinsed her mouth with a cup of water before jumping into the steaming shower. She began her normal and quick showering routine, but stopped when she held the razor in her hand. She stared at it for a while. Now that she had ruined her relationship with Jungkook, what was the point in shaving anymore? Why did she shave for him anyway when he probably didn’t even notice if she did or didn’t? Fuck it, she thought. She sat down in the shower and let the warm water hit her back as the steam enveloped her in it’s warm embrace. It wasn’t until a couple of silent minutes that she realized it was her tears that were sliding down her rosy cheeks, and not the clean water washing away the smell of alcohol from her face.

When the tips of her fingers shriveled up, she turned off the faucet and stepped out into a cloud of steam. She dried and clothed herself before quickly opening her bedroom door and jumping onto her bed so that she could bundle herself up away from the cold. She sat up when she realized that, no, she didn’t remember to take out and throw away her one-time daily wear contact lenses. One they were pinched at and thrown into her bedside trash can, she laid herself back down into her nest of sheets and blankets. It wasn’t long until she had drifted asleep.

I don’t know how to say this...

...‘Cause you’re really my dearest friend

A knock on the door may not seem like much of a noise until you are 1) hungover and 2) your ears become as sensitive as Superman’s due to said hangover, and that’s exactly what happened to her. Afternoon light had seeped its way through the space between the vertical window blinds, no matter how pulled shut they had been. She turned her back towards the light and wrapped herself more into her fortress of blanketude. Yet another knock sounded against her front door, followed by another knock, followed by another.

When she finally willed herself out of bed, she angrily swung open the door, only to be greeted by the one face she didn’t want to see carrying everything that she had left behind at the party (except the dignity, of course). “Hey.” Jungkook shifted uncomfortably before easing his way past her. She closed the door quickly, not wanting anymore of the impending winter air finding its way into an already cold apartment. She must’ve forgotten to turn the heat back on when she came back home.

She leaned on her room’s doorframe to see a puzzled Jungkook staring at the pile of his clothes on the floor. “Wha… what is this?” He raised a brow at her before furrowing them in confusion. “I-“, she cleared her sore throat before continuing, “I thought you’d want your stuff back.” She cleared her scratchy throat again and crossed her arms over her chest defensively. With his lips forming into a straight line, he mirrored her body, shifting his weight on one leg and folding his arms over themselves. “And why would I want my stuff back?”

Tired eyes bore at each other before she decided to break the momentary silence. “Look, Jungkook, I… I think we should take a break from… our friendship.” When the word ‘friendship’ left her lips, it left a sour taste in her mouth. She didn’t know how else to say it, and in truth, she didn’t know what their relationship had become at that point. All she knew was that she had poured her love into a man that would never give it back.

Jungkook furrowed his eyes and scoffed. “Look, I know it was… really weird walking in on that, but it’s nothing to be embarrassed about okay! It was a onetime thing anyways.” She shook her head at him, “no, no, that’s… that’s not it Jungkook. It’s not about that.” He raised a brow. “Then what is?” A sting came from her bottom lip, and she realized that she’d been nervously gnawing on it. With a deep breath, she repeated herself: “Jungkook, I need to take a break. From our friendship… from you.”

“But…” he shook his head, trying to make sense of the words coming out of her mouth, “I still don’t understand. Why?” With another deep inhale, she straightened herself up. She never thought she’d have to confess or confront him in any way. In all of her fantasies, he would have just kissed her, or her him, and that would be all they needed to live happily ever after together. But this wasn’t one of her many daydreams, no. He was standing in front of her right now, and she’d have to face rejection from not only the man she’s loved, but her best friend.

“Jungkook, I’m in love with you.”

Take my hand...

...We are more than friends

The slight hum of crickets from the distance seemed to distract from her current daydreaming as she sat on a park bench. Blinking her eyes which had somehow readjusted to the harsh light of summer day, she rubbed the slightly red and burnt skin of hers. How long had she been sitting here? She was supposed to be reading a book for her summer reading assignment, but instead, she drifted off yet again.

It’s been months since she’s last seen anyone: Taehyung, Rose… Jungkook. After confessing to Jungkook, she had locked herself in Hoseok’s room, and waited for Jungkook to leave. She remembers how dumbfounded he looked: a vacant stare became apologetic when he realized that, no, she said “in love with you” and not just the normal “I love you”. She had heard him mumbling to himself, but couldn’t make out any actual words. A few thuds and curses, but she couldn’t truly focus when she was holding back tears that threatened to fall.

When he did finally leave with all of his possessions that he could find, she cracked open the bedroom door, making one final check for his presence before erupting into another sob. She had sat herself on the floor between the loveseat and the small coffee table, holding herself together as tight as she could while she sobbed in the tiny living room. By the time Hoseok came home, she had fallen asleep on the couch curled into a ball. Hoseok noticed things were missing, especially in her room which had pretty much been a shared bedroom for both her and Jungkook. Her wallet and folded clothes had been placed neatly on the coffee table, her phone buzzing from received notifications, mostly from Taehyung, but a few from Rose.

Hoseok had dropped his own bags onto the loveseat, picking up his roommate and carrying her to her bed, tucking her in and placing her belongings on her desk. He went through the bathroom to get to his when he saw unfamiliar clothes on the bathroom floor. The t-shirt and leggings, he couldn’t recognize ownership, but the sweater? He’d recognize any piece of Jungkook’s clothing anywhere, he saw the boy often enough. He picked up the sweater and threw it in his laundry bin before falling onto his own bed and drifting off to sleep too.

He didn’t bother her after that. He didn’t ask her why Jungkook never came by anymore, or why Yeri would roll her eyes every time someone mentioned her while they hung out, or even why Taehyung would ask about her well-being apart from everyone. No, he knew something was going on and that this was affecting her deeply. But as far as his affection went, he could only give her a tight squeeze before telling her, “Feel however you feel, but just remember that people are not able to meet the expectations you hold for them. So, don’t be surprised and try to move on.” That was not helpful.

Another blare from car horns on the street kept her from meddling in her thoughts and falling back to sleep again. She stood up and gathered her belongings, tying her hair up in a bun so that her sweaty neck could breathe in this oppressive heat. She walked out of the park and into a nearby drug-store. She headed to the back of the store, which thank God had air conditioning, but smelled of stale wood and sweat which made her crinkle her nose in disgust. After scanning all of the items in the fridge, she settled yet again for her favorite iced coffee and continued to mosey around the aisles before making her way to the counter to pay for her coffee.

Because she was busy reaching into her wallet for some cash and readjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose, she didn’t notice the clear of a throat behind her. “Hey…” She felt the tap of her shoulder and she turned around to see Taehyung behind her in his backwards snapback. “Oh, hey.” She turned back to hand the cashier the exact cash and grab her drink, quickly dropping her half-zipped wallet into her backpack. “I haven’t seen you in a long time.” He tried to grab her attention by moving his face slightly more into her peripheral vision.

“Mhm.” She nodded and turned to face him, “See you around.” She faked a smile before hurriedly brushing past him and out the door. She didn’t welcome the humidity, but it seemed like a better decision than having to talk to an old, ‘but-mostly-Jungkook’s’ friend. She stopped at the cross walk and rubbed at her sore thigh from having been given a sweet raspberry from her other thigh. Maybe she shouldn’t have worn shorts today…

“Yikes, that looks like it hurts.” Taehyung elbowed her as they waited. “What?” she stared at him wide eyed and glanced around her surroundings, wondering how he got there. “I have an extra pair of chinos in my bag. They might be a little long and the fit might be weird but I’m sure you can pull it off.” He started to pull them out of his backpack, but she stopped him.

“Taehyung, why are you talking to me? What are you doing here?” She asked defensively. He raised a brow before zipping up his backpack and swinging it back over his shoulder. “Well, number one; last time I checked, we were friendswhen you suddenly stopped talking to me, and number two; I live on the same floor as you, remember? I just assumed that you were going home too, so, why not just walk together like old times?”

The memory of last summer came rushing back to her like an unwelcome tidal wave. She had taken a summer photography class with both Taehyung and Jungkook. They’d walk home together, ultimately ending up in her ungodly hot apartment and would wait together until the AC kicked in just enough to be comfortable again. They’d hang out, focusing more on whatever video game they were playing or movie they were watching before Hoseok would remind Taehyung and Jungkook that it was now the next day and they had their own apartments. Taehyung would begrudgingly go home next door. Jungkook would just follow her to her bed.

The light for crossing came on, but she still furrowed her brows at him whilst her mouth formed a thin line across her face. “Are you coming?” He grinned at the wary girl before taking her hand and pulling her across the street. She let him drag him as she threw her head back and groaned in response. The two held hands for a while before she withdrew her sweaty hand from him. She wiped away the sweat on her shorts and folded her arms across her chest.

The rest of the walk home was in silence, save for the few comments by Taehyung such as ‘you lost weight,’, ‘you should take a nap when you get home’, and ‘I hope you take it easy this semester’. She had to admit that it was nice that he had walked her all the way to her apartment door, but having him around just felt a little insincere. Before she turned to unlock her door, she stared at him.

“What?” he smiled, hoping that she would say something nice, or anything at all. “Why are you actually here Taehyung?” His smile faded and his sight averted to the ground. “We all miss having you around. I miss having you around and… Jungkook – ”

“What about him?” she rolled her eyes at his mention. “Well, Jungkook misses you too.” She scoffed, “Oh does he?” Taehyung nodded, not daring to look her in the face. When she began to turn towards the door, he looked up and finally held her same gaze and she raised a brow to urged him silently to continue. “Look, he missed you, okay? I’m not sure exactly what happened between you two, but you can’t just stop talking… it’s hurting all of us.”

“Yeah, well, he doesn’t seem to miss me.” She rolled her eyes. “What makes you say that? Is it because he’s leaving and hasn’t reached out?” This time she furrowed her brows and crossed her arms. “What do you mean, Taehyung?” She asked, the tone of her voice stern and cold. His face fell, defeated. “He’s leaving for Europe in a few weeks. He got the job at Agfa in Germany. Didn’t Hoseok tell you any of that?” Hoseok might have mentioned that. “No, he didn’t. And, to be honest, I don’t care anymore.” She did.

“What do you mean you don’t care?” He knows she does. “Look, Taehyung, it’s a wonderful opportunity for him. He’ll be able to make whatever stupid looking cameras he wants to make to his heart’s content.” She spat, the bitterness doing nothing to help relieve the tension built up between them. “That’s just fantastic. After everything we’ve been through. I thought we… we’re all friends!” he exclaimed. “If you all were really my friends, you would’ve reached out to me. You would’ve listened to my side of everything or just… listened to how I felt.” She exclaimed back, this time turning her back to Taehyung and unlocking her door.

“That’s so unfair! I… You didn’t try talking to us either. Besides, it’s not Jungkook’s fault that he didn’t love you like…” Taehyung stopped himself once he saw the tears begin to form in her eyes. “Like I loved him?” She sniffled and stared at him for a moment before slamming her front door shut. She locked the door, then retreated to her bathroom to take a cool shower and wipe her face of the hot tears that rolled down her burning skin, ignoring the fact that Taehyung was still standing outside her door.

She didn’t hear him finish his sentence under his breath before walking away.

“…like I loved you.”

I cannot pretend...

...Why I never liked your new boyfriends

Taehyung had met her when Jungkook had met up with them one day for lunch. She had on a yellow, boat-neck shirt and high-waisted, black jeans that were tucked into her black, knee-high boots. Her dark-rimmed classes laid high on her nose, her hair tied up in braids. Her smile was shy and sweet, fingers fidgeting with her belt loop. He took in her appearance and, like the first time he met Jungkook, he decided that he’d be her protector, her friend.

But she didn’t need a protector. No. She needed a friend. The more they went out together, the more Taehyung realized that she’d never see him as the knight in shining armor, and for him, that would be okay. Instead, he found someone who was wickedly intelligent and resilient. Her eyes instead lit up at the mention of the stars that she was devoting her future career to. Did you know that Proxima Centauri is the closest star to our solar system? She did, and now he did, too.

Sometimes, they’d sit on her couch while Jungkook and Hoseok would argue over who’s turn it was to play Overwatch, and she’d rant about how much she loved D.Va and Zarya, and how much she related to them. Since then, D.Va had become is favorite player. That was okay.

There were times when it’d just be them, and Taehyung would feel much closer to her than before. Sometimes it’d be just them for dinner, or maybe they’d sit on her couch watching ghost stories, conspiracy theories, or TedTalks about the universe. It didn’t matter what they watched because most of that time, he was watching her, and that was okay.

It wasn’t until one of their first college parties (the one that they were invited to when they first met Rose), that he noticed the way she reverted into the fidgety girl he first met. He placed the palm of his hand gently on the small of her back as he leaned down into her ear to whisper, “what’s wrong?” The way she sank into herself concerned him, so he asked again, this time wrapping his arm around her arm to pull her in closer. “Do you think Jungkook is dating Rose?” she asked.

Taehyung furrowed her brows at her question. Did they flirt when they were together? The last he checked, Rose was interested in someone else (at that time, it was Joshua, he remembers. Now, she was more into her longtime friend Jennie). He couldn’t give a solid answer on Jungkook, because Jungkook hadn’t spoken about anyone for quite a while. “No, I don’t think so, why?”

“Oh, okay… it’s just…” she trailed off, this time standing straight and patting the wrinkles from her dress. “Thanks, Tae. I’m going to find Jungkook.” She half smiled, and walked away. He smiled to himself, thanking whatever it was that made her feel confident again and decided to get another drink. Jennie was in the kitchen, nursing her third drink when she saw Taehyung poured himself another cheap daquiri-rip-off. She tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention, and he turned around and grinned.

“Oh hey. Jennie, right?” He leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a sip of his drink. “Yeah, and you’re Taehyung? Friends with the other two?” She asked, and he nodded and pointed out his pair of friends that happened to be talking to Rose. “And you’re friends with Rose, right?” Jennie’s smile became faint, but she nodded anyway. “Yeah… we’re… just friends.”

Taehyung tilted his head to the side after taking another, larger sip. “What do you mean just friends? Do you like her?” Jennie choked on her drink and began giggling. “Yeah, yeah, I guess who can say that. I think she likes someone else though.” Taehyung took a deep breath, “Please tell me she doesn’t like Jungkook.” Jennie giggled again, this time shaking her head. “No, no, she likes some guy in her math class. Why?”

It was Taehyung’s turn to chuckle uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I was beginning to like Rose, but my… friend is a little protective of Jungkook so naturally I’d have to take her side.” Jennie looked back at the couple conversing and laughing with Rose. “Who? Her?” She asked, nodding over to the girl standing rather close to Jungkook. “Yeah, that’s her.” Taehyung smiled. Jennie made a ‘tsk’ and shook her head as she took a long swig of her drink. “What?”

“You like her, don’t you?” Jennie asked. He frowned at his new, small friend. “Is that such a terrible thing?” He wondered out loud, to which Jennie nodded with an empathetic look and a pat on his shoulder. “Can’t you see it? She’s already head over heels for Jungkook. Hell, at first I thought they were a couple when they walked in but now I guess I know better.” Taehyung furrowed his brows and glanced back over to them, noticing how much closer she had been getting to Jungkook, smiling and cuddling up next to him while he spoke to Rose. It took him a while before he realized that she wasn’t just being a protective friend.

It all made sense to why her smile would fade whenever Jungkook would cancel to meet up with them, or why she always seemed distracted when Taehyung spoke to her. It made sense why she had clung onto him when it rained, even though Taehyung was the one who held the umbrella over her head. He never stopped being kind to her, though. Even though he knew that there was a great chance that she’d never love him, he still tried to at least be a good friend. Because he truly loved her, he let her go and settled to make her happy. And that was okay.

But that had become impossible the afternoon he ran into Jungkook outside in the hallway of their floor with garbage bags filled with clothes and his trinkets. Taehyung welcomed his friend inside and for the rest of the night, they sat on the couch drinking vanilla vodka chased with cherry coke. Questions about her hung at the very tip of Taehyung’s tongue, but he stopped himself from asking for the sake of Jungkook and for the sake of himself. Instead, they settled for watching awful indie movies and binging on leftovers before deciding it was time for bed.

Later in the night, he heard rustling coming from the living room where Jungkook was supposed to be sleeping. Taehyung forced himself up from the warm embrace of his comforter and trudged down the hallway to see Jungkook dressed and his bags tossed on the couch. Taehyung cleared his throat to get Jungkook’s attention, to which Jungkook only sighed as he buttoned the last of his plaid flannel.

“How long have you been up?” Taehyung asked. Jungkook sat down next to his bags and Taehyung joined him, sitting diagonal from him on the armant chair. “I can’t sleep.” Jungkook finally said after a long silence. “Have you even tried?” Taehyung gave a halfhearted chuckle, but Jungkook didn’t even smile.

“She told me she loved me.” Jungkook fiddled with a hole in his jeans. “Well, that’s not weird, we say that all the –”

“She said she was in love with me, hyung.” Jungkook interrupted him. It was like a tidal wave of emotion had consumed both in the moment, followed by an uncomfortably long silence. “Do you… love her back?” Taehyung muttered. Jungkook lifted his blank stare from the ground towards Taehyung who was already staring at him. “What?”

“Do you love her back?”

“I didn’t say anything, I just left.”

“But that’s not what I asked. Do you love her?” Taehyung’s voice remained firm, but calm. Jungkook shrugged at the question and sank more into the couch. “I don’t know, I never thought of her that way.” Taehyung nodded to signal him to continue. “I guess,” Jungkook sighed, “I’d consider it but… maybe I’ll keep her in mind if I don’t meet someone, y’know?”

A burn bubbled in Taehyung’s chest, up into his cheeks and the tips of his ears. As he clenched and unclenched his hands, he took a breath to calm himself before responding. “The one you love should always be the first choice, Jungkook-ssi. There’s no such thing as a contingency plan when it comes to things like that.” Jungkook raised a brow at his older friend as he tried not to smile.

“Contingency plan? Now you’re starting to sound like her.” Jungkook furrowed his brows as he stared at Taehyung who had averted his eyes to the ground. “Fuck. You’re in love with her.” Jungkook breathed. Taehyung rolled his eyes, “Yeah, well, she’s in love with you. I’ll get over it, but you need to figure out what you want.”

“Because you already got it figured out, huh?” Jungkook quipped, rolling his tongue against his cheek. “Oh, now you care?” Taehyung huffed. “I’m just looking out for my best friend, that’s all.” Jungkook pushed his bags off of the couch and laid himself down comfortably, wrapping himself up in the blanket he had folded earlier when he had the energy to leave. “Yeah, well, maybe you should’ve protected her from yourself.” Taehyung spat, earning an eyeroll from Jungkook.

“Fine, fine, I’m sorry. I take back what I said.” Jungkook closed his eyes, the urge to sleep overcoming him finally. “Now is better than ever since she wants nothing to do with me anymore.”

Taehyung thought for second. “When did she say that?” Jungkook just shrugged. “I dunno, I just know her is all. But don’t forget what I said, hyung. If you want her, now’s your chance since I guess I won’t be there to stop you.” There was a bit of malice in those words that Jungkook spoke before he drifted off to sleep. Taehyung sat for a while pondering the conversation…

He’d be lying to himself if he said that he’d never thought of Jungkook, as much as he loved him, had been out of the picture. What if she had woken up one day and changed her mind? What if she had looked at him the way she looked at Jungkook? What he wasn’t expecting, was for her to say in love with. She was in love with Jungkook, not him.

She said she was in love with me, hyung.

He didn’t want to, but his mind pictured her as she said it. It had happened in the late morning, so she probably had her glasses high up on her nose already. She’d be wearing sweatpants and a baggy sweater since she gets cold so easily… but would she had cried when she said it? Did she stutter at all? No, he didn’t want to picture her crying, not now. It would pain him to know that, right now, she was on the other side of the wall all alone and balling her eyes out over some boy who was now snoring obnoxiously on the sofa.

No. He’d certainly be the one who’d want to comfort her. He knew Hoseok, and Hoseok wasn’t much of the comforting or affectionate type, and as much as he’d like to think that she and Rose had gotten past the acquaintance zone, he knew that it would take much more time for her to open up to her about this. No, other than Jungkook, the only other person she could possibly open up to – if he were lucky – would be Taehyung.

Now is better than ever, Jungkook’s words haunted him. This was his chance. He could walk out of his apartment right now, bang on her door, and hold her. If he wanted her, he could do it. But he does just want her… he was in love with her.

Taehyung stared at the wall before giving up and heading back to bed. Yes, he was the one in love with her who was in love with Jungkook. Now was his chance. He wanted her, but not like this.

Forget them...

...I’m yours

The next morning had come too quickly. Her heavy eyelids ungracefully fluttered open, and she rubbed the crust from them. She lied on her back, staring at the fan that ran quickly on the ceiling. Sunlight has begun to seep into her room and she glanced at her digital clock on her nightstand. 6:00 AM. She didn’t have to be in awake for another three hours. Still, she forced herself upright in bed, stretching and putting on her glasses.

She lazily stood up and threw on a pair of leggings and an old, oversized flannel. She watched herself in the mirror and analyzed her face: she had cried again last night, so her eyes were swollen and stained with a familiar red. She rubbed at her dry face and decided to moisturize it, scolding herself for not drinking enough water the past week. Afterwards, she carelessly tied her hair in a bun, and trudged to the kitchen with the hope that her roommate had already made her morning tea.

The kettle lay on the stove, and she felt around to check for any sign of warmth. There was none. She sighed as she grabbed the handle of the kettle to fill it up with water. She turned on the stove and waited for the whistle to sound as she took a clean mug from the drying rack and gathered the makings of her favorite tea. While waiting, her roommate came out of his room wearing only his sweatpants and the shirt he was wearing yesterday.

“Ew, didn’t you sweat in that all day yesterday?” She asked, her face grimacing. Hoseok lifted his arm and pretended to sniff himself, scrunching his face. She rolled her eyes and turned back to watching her tea. “Why are you up so early?” he asked, to which she just shrugged. Hoseok watched her closely, taking notice that she was avoiding his stare so that he wouldn’t notice her puffed up eyes. He most definitely noticed.

He leaned against the counter across from where she was standing and crossed his arms. There was a lull between them as they waited for the kettle to whistle, but the calm was interrupted by a knock on the door. She went to glance over her shoulder when her eyes met with Hoseok’s. They stared at each other, both narrowing their eyes as the knocks continued before she gave up. “Ugh, fine, I’ll get it.” Hoseok smirked to himself in victory, taking another clean mug from the drying rack and filling her spot next to the kettle.

She turned out of the kitchen, unlocking and swinging open the door only to nearly get hit in the face by a clenched fist. “Oh, sorry.” Taehyung apologized with a wary smile. She slammed the door shut, staying in her spot behind the door. There was another knock this time, and she opened it again. “Go away Taehyung.” She spat, slamming the door shut, staying in her spot behind the door. There was another knock this time, and she opened it again. “Go away T-” she began, but was interrupted.

The whistling ceased from the kitchen as Hoseok poured himself a cup of tea, seeping some loose leaf green tea and squeezing a few drops of honey into it. He blew at the cup, trying to cool it down, and cupped his hands around the mug. “Hey,” he called out to his roommate, “who was it?” When there was no answer, he turned the corner and peered at the front door from the kitchen.

Surprise had overcome him when he had seen that Taehyung still had his palms cupping her face, his eyes closed, and their lips still pressed together. He hid himself slightly behind the wall, wondering for how long this would continue. Taehyung had broken the kiss, retreating from her body and walking back into his apartment next door. She, however, still stood there, wondering why she let him kiss her and why the sudden action was making her heart beat so fast.

Hoseok returned to his spot next to the kettle and called again, “Hey? Who was it?” She blinked a few times and brought her right palm to her heart. “No one,” she furrowed her eyes and shook her head, even though Hoseok couldn’t see her, “no one. Just an old friend.”

[AN*]: I haven’t posted a fanfiction or any sort of fiction for years... This is my first in a long time and I just want to thank @spliffiex and my other friends who I haven’t tagged for giving me the support and encouragement to write and post this!

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