"Damn. My head fucking hurts so bad."

Hoseok came to the kitchen, hand massaging his temples as he keeps on muttering expletives and complaining about his pounding head.

"Here. Drink this." Jimin handed a glass of orange juice to the latter as he sets up the table with Namjoon and Jin.

The boys are up early. They still have a long way to travel going back home.

Semestral break is finally over and they decided to end it together in Jimin's family vacation house, a couple of hours away from Seoul.

"Let's not drink too much again." Hoseok regretted, only to earn a snicker from Yoongi who's comfortably sitting on the stool with his head resting on the table.

"You always say that after getting wasted but end up doing it again the next day." Yoongi said, grinning towards Hoseok who just scratched his head.

The latter walked on the empty seat next to Jungkook who has his eyes closed, head leaning on the wall.

"I'm not the only one who's wasted." Hoseok commented, snorting at the way Jungkook looks so tired and fucked up.

"That brat didn't return in our room last night." Jin revealed, making the others look at Jungkook with a knowing smile.

Hoseok murmured something to Jimin across the table that made both of them giggle.

"Where were you?" Hoseok asked with a mischievous smile, tapping Jungkook's right thigh to get his attention.

The ravenette did not answer, moving Hoseok's hand away in irritation. He has his eyes still shut as Hoseok keeps on bugging him.

"Where did you sleep last night, huh?" Hoseok pinches him on his side, his curiosity killing him.

Jungkook just shoves his hand away, slapping it in annoyance.

"Tell me.. Tell me!" Hoseok demanded like a child. He keeps on shaking Jungkook, but the latter just ignored him.

"Stop pestering him, dude. He got laid, okay? Get the idea." Yoongi hissed.

Hoseok stopped, his grin widens even more as he pinches Jungkook harder now.

"Who?"

The boys turned their head on the newly arrived Taehyung, the dark circles under his eyes tell that he wasn't able to get a good rest.

Upon hearing Taehyung's voice, Jungkook opened his eyes, his gaze landed on the brunet who also has his eyes on him, catching him off guard.

There's a tension in the air, and Taehyung could almost taste it.

He quickly averted his gaze, feeling all too flustered and embarrassed. He wasn't able to have a good sleep, thinking about the incident yesterday that he really wants to bury, but only one look at Jungkook and everything starts to flash in his mind again.

His cheeks became all too hot, lowering his gaze on the ground as he subconsciously bites his lower lip, feeling awkward and shy.

"Jungkook. This fucker didn't sleep here last night." Hoseok answered, wriggling his eyebrows and smiling naughtily.

"Oh." was Taehyung's only response. The warm feeling in his heart suddenly turned into something he couldn't describe.

Instinctively, his gaze went back to Jungkook who quickly averted his gaze.

"I'm heading back to my room." Jungkook suddenly excused himself which made Hoseok tease him more.

"See? He's avoiding the topic." Hoseok teased but Namjoon quickly stopped him, sensing that Jungkook isn't really in a good mood.

"Leave the guy alone, Hobi." He took a plate and placed two pancakes, drizzling some chocolate syrup on top.

"Here." Namjoon handed the plate to Hoseok. "Stuff your mouth with this and just shut up."

Jimin giggled when Hoseok whined like a child but did exactly what Namjoon had told him. He excitedly ate the pancakes, finally leaving Jungkook alone.

The ravenette passed by Taehyung who flinched and hurriedly moved out of the way. The brunet quickly gazed at the man through his lashes, but as expected, he didn't even spare him a glance.

The brunet trailed his gaze to Jungkook as he went up the stairs to go back to his room.

"Tae, let's eat now." Jin called out, finally done with the cooking.

Taehyung nodded his head, taking the seat next to Yoongi who silently eats with the rest of the boys.

As Taehyung plays with his food, he couldn't push away the thought that Jungkook is acting cold towards him.

Shouldn't Taehyung be the one to ignore him?

Because in the first place, Jungkook is the one who almost did something unbelievable to him.

He almost kissed him, right?

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"Are you sure all of your things are here?"

Namjoon checked once more as they load the van with their stuff. Jimin has already bid his farewell to the caretaker of their villa, while the rest of the boys help Namjoon.

Taehyung placed the last bag on top, accidentally knocking off a huge box on his right side. Instinctively, he caught the box with his right hand, only to feel a warm hand over his, also trying to prevent the box from falling.

The brunet turned to his side, only to see Jungkook with his shocked expression as well, his left hand over Taehyung's own.

In a flash, both of them retracted their hand as if they were burned from the touch, making the box fall on the ground with a loud thud.

Jin and the others who are about to board the van hurriedly ran to the back, concern written all over their faces.

"Dude, what's that sound?" Jin asked in a confused tone.

"S-sorry. My hand slipped." Taehyung forced a smile as he bent down to pick up the things that rolled out of the box.

To his surprise, Jungkook did the same, helping him out in silence. Taehyung could choke on the awkwardness between them as he quickens his movements.

He really wants to act normal, to just forget, but he couldn't bring himself to shake off the growing awkwardness between them.

"I'll handle this." Jungkook mumbles, lifting the box back inside the van as Taehyung walks around and took his seat next to Jimin.

"You're sitting here?" Jimin asked a bit confused as to why Taehyung sits with him instead of Jungkook.

"Yeah." The brunet plainly said, hurriedly taking his eye mask and leaning his head on the window.

Jungkook came in shortly, throwing a quick glance where Taehyung is, before taking his seat next to Hobi in the back. He took out his earphones and blasted the volume, his eyes instantly closing to get some sleep.

While the two have their eyes closed, the boys secretly looked at one another with a questioning look. They could feel that something is not right between the two.

"What's wrong with them?" Hoseok murmurs to Yoongi who just shrugs his shoulders before closing his eyes as well.

The van started moving away from the place, the whole way was filled with silence as the boys just slept their way back home.

After almost three hours of travelling, they finally arrived in front of the train station where they'll be going their separate ways.

Namjoon and Yoongi are going in the same way, while Jimin and Jin will be picked up by their family cars. Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook will be taking the same train on their way home.

The brunet was able to heave a sigh of relief that Hoseok is with them. He couldn't imagine going home with Jungkook alone.

Not now that his mind is still insanely uncooperative.

The three made their way inside the train, and to their dismay, it's packed with people who came from vacation as well.

Taehyung groaned, feeling all too cramped as he stood near the exit. He's leaning on a pole, Jungkook on the other side with Hoseok in between them.

They were silent as they near Hoseok's stop. Taehyung bit his lower lip, his anxiety rising every minute, thinking that he'll be left with Jungkook.

He regrets now that they will take off in the same station and worst, they are neighbors.

As the train halts, Hoseok waved at both of them, muttering a short "Bye."

More passengers came in, cramping the train even more. Taehyung was pushed away from the post he's leaning in when the train started moving again.

He almost lost his balance if Jungkook hasn't held him on his waist, supporting him from stumbling down.

Taehyung stiffened, his mind focusing on the hand on his waist, firmly holding him on his place. His breathing starts to quicken as he closes his eyes at the feeling of Jungkook's breath on his nape, warm against his skin.

The brunet didn't dare look back, his hand formed in fist as he tries to prevent himself from thinking too much.

This is just normal, touching each other anywhere is just normal between the two of them.

But that was before.

Now, Taehyung could feel that there's something different in Jungkook's touch.

It's making him feel butterflies inside his stomach, his hair standing from the chill as shivers run down to his spine.

He was so lost in the thought, not realizing that they're already in their stop.

"Let's go." Jungkook mumbles, releasing him before walking out of the train

Taehyung slowly opened his eyes, finally snapping out of reality. He released the breath he was holding as he grips on his bag before following the ravenette out.

They had a long walk, Jungkook leading the way as Taehyung keeps a safe distance.

No one dares to talk, and Taehyung is definitely dying inside. He can't take this anymore.

Only a few more steps and they will be in front of Jungkook's house. It's now or never.

They need to talk.

Taehyung opened his mouth, but halted when Jungkook suddenly stopped walking. He turned around, making Taehyung stop on his tracks.

"This won't do." Jungkook said, his eyes dead serious as he stares at the brunet.

The ravenette quickly grabbed Taehyung in his arm, dragging him inside his house.

"H-hey.." Taehyung protested, but Jungkook just brushed him off.

He was pushed inside the house, Jungkook closing the door behind.

Taehyung could feel his heart thumping on his chest as Jungkook walked towards him.

The ravenette stopped, making sure there's a safe distance between them. They could feel the tension, almost suffocating them.

"Let's talk." Jungkook said after a while of staring at his scared expression.

Taehyung gulped, nodding his head in agreement.

The ravenette scratched the back of his head, feeling a bit hesitant but clearly fighting it off.

"I'm sorry." Jungkook said, his eyes settling down on Taehyung's confused ones.

"I know I already apologized for yesterday, but it feels like you weren't able to forget it. I'm sorry if I scared you. I was just too drunk that time." Jungkook apologized once more. He smiled at him, his sincerity visible in his charcoal eyes.

"I don't want what happened to get in the way of our friendship, Tae. I'm really sorry. I won't let it happen again."

"Promise?" Taehyung finally said, his eyes staring on Jungkook's own.

"Promise." Jungkook answered with a smile on his lips, and somehow the tension that's in between them slowly subsided.

Taehyung smiled, punching Jungkook's chest in a friendly manner. "You fucking scared me, Kook."

"Sorry." Jungkook grinned, letting the other punch him some more.

"Do that again and I'll fucking castrate you." Taehyung joked, making Jungkook laugh hard.

"Yeah, sure." Jungkook answered, his eyes not leaving Taehyung's brown ones.

He held his hand out, and Taehyung knew exactly what to do. They did their handshake while grinning ear to ear.

"Best friends?" Taehyung asked.

"Best friends."

They bumped their fists together, sealing their friendship once more.

"Wanna stay to play?" Jungkook offered, but Taehyung smiled apologetically.

"I'll pass today."

The ravenette nodded his head. "Okay. See you tomorrow."

Taehyung waved his hand before leaving Jungkook behind. As soon as the door closes, Jungkook walked to his room, instantly throwing his body on top of his bed. He stared at the ceiling before covering his eyes with his arms.

Best friends.

He smiled bitterly at the thought. He's such a hypocrite. He's so fucked up.

Yesterday, after what he almost did to Taehyung, he decided to cool off in one of the nearby clubs.

He's already 21 and very much legal to be in such a place. As he silently drinks some more, a woman came to him, beautiful and sophisticated.

To cut the story short, he ended up in a motel with the woman in the club. They kissed, stripped off each others clothes but in the middle of it all, Jungkook breaks free from her clutches.

He stopped even before something could happen between them because no matter how hard he tries, all he could think of is Taehyung.

He wants him.

He wants to feel him under his palms, caress every part of his body and make him moan his name. He wants to taste his lips, let his tongue explore the sweetness of his lips, trace his tongue all over his skin and brand him as his.

He wants to push him on a wall as he slides in and out of him in a quick pace, take him over and over again from behind until he could walk no more.

He wants to see him cry out with every thrust he gives him, make him beg for more.

He wants him.

Not just a best friend but something more.

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