"Where's Jungkook?" Taehyung finds himself asking for the umpteenth time that day.

"He's out." Namjoon replies nonchalantly, while tapping away furiously on his phone. Jin was on the same sofa, his eyes drooping slightly.

Even after getting the same boring answer each time—he's out—he still asks it, maybe, maybe just once he gets a "no he's in here somewhere" or he's playing video games" or something like that. But no, it's always "he's out he's out and he's out".

"Alone?" He asks timidly, holding his breathing, knowing quite well, he would get a—

"No, Jimin's with him. They probably went somewhere around."

Jungkook never takes him. It's either Hoseok or Jimin.

Jimin. It's always Jimin. Jimin this Jimin that. Jimin Jimin Jimin. He hates himself for it, but he envies Jimin for being the object of Jungkook's interest. Why why why why? A sudden sense of vexation surged through his veins when he thought over the words–Jungkook took Jimin, not him. Not him, not him, not him not–

"Shut up!" Taehyung yelled, startling both Namjoon and Jin who was resting on the former's lap.

"What?"

"None of your fucking business!" He yelled again, and Namjoon's eyes hardened at the curse that left Tae's lips.

"What's wrong with you huh?" Namjoon said calmly. He knew, he could tell from his agonised eyes that whatever he was saying, he didn't mean them. And he needs to be told calmly.

"Fuck you all." With that, Taehyung stamped upstairs to his room, leaving the two boys thunderstruck on the sofa.

xxxxx

"Well he can go and fuck himself, that bad cruel heartless makn–" he could say no more, his voice getting choked by the sob welling up in his chest. He knew he's acting childish, he knew that the only attachment to the youngest is of a brother, of a loyal friend, a bamdmate, and....nothing else. He knew he shouldn't be this attached to Jungkook, he knew. He knew everything. Yet, yet it hurt so much when Jungkook left him alone to spend time with someone other than him. It hurt so much.

He tried to calm himself by saying, that he's being irrational. That it's just a overprotective brother instinct that made him feel this way, even if he knew that it wasn't nowhere near the truth. He was just trying to convince himself that whatever he had for Jungkook was pure platonic. That's all it'll ever be.

xxxxx

"Hyung you're asleep?" A sweet voice asked, as Taehyung spurred awake from his small sleep.

He rubbed his eyes, blinking a few times to meet the eyes of none other than the younger boy who clogged his mind the whole day. Taehyung knew, that if Jungkook took a good look at his face, he could tell that he had been crying. He didn't want that. Taehyung hurriedly tried to cover his body and dive under the blankets, but Jungkook already caught a glimpse of his swollen eyes.

"H-hyung?"

No. Don't. He didn't wanted to let him know. Please don't let him know. Please—

"Have you been crying?"

So much for not letting him know.

"None of your fucking business." He croaked out. Jungkook's eyes widened at his hyung's sudden outburst. Taehyung never cursed at him. Never. Even if the world ended, Taehyung wouldn't curse at him. At least that's what he thought till now.

"Hyung? Hyung, are you okay?" Jungkook asked, carefully choosing his words.

"Oh now you seem to give a fuck. Yeah, I'm fine." Taehyung snapped, his voice coming out harsher than he expected it to be. He didn't miss the way Jungkook flinched at his tone, but he discarded his idea of pulling him closer.

"Why? Why're you being like this? What have I done?" Jungkook's voice trembled, and it hurt Taehyung knowing that he's the reason the younger boy is about to cry. But he kept quiet.

"It's not always about you, now is it?" Taehyung muttered not looking up. He feared, if he looked up, even if it's for a second, his resolve would break. He doesn't want to cry in front of him. "So, if you're fucking done with your twenty questions, leave me alone."

And he didn't wait for an answer, as he pulled up the blankets to cover his whole body along with his face and turned away from Jungkook.

Jungkook felt his heart constrict. His hyung turned away from him. He never did that. He never turned away from him. Why was his hyung being so distant from him? He couldn't sleep without hearing the sweet 'goodnight' from his hyung.

Taehyung was startled by a pressure sinking down on his back. Still, he didn't turn around to face his dearest maknae. It took all of his strength to do that, but he bit down on his lips, not turning back.

"H-Hyung..." A choked sob, vibrating on his back, made Taehyung wince. Jungkook was crying. His Jungkook was crying. And because of him. Did he think it would ease his hurt to see Jungkook get hurt? Probably. But it pained him more to see his precious maknae get hurt. And it's all because of his own selfish desires.

Taehyung felt pathetic. If he could die, he'd do just that, but life isn't that fair. Hell, life is never fair.

"I don't know.....w-why y-you won't t-talk to me...." Jungkook sobbed, the big droplets of tears disappearing in the fabric. "But I hate it. I hate when you don't talk to me I hate when you turn away from me. Hyung, I'm sorry. I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry. Please don't stay away from me, please...please...." he cried harder, his body writhed beside him and Taehyung couldn't take it anymore. He's strong enough to not talk to Jungkook, but not a strong enough man to hear his Jungkook cry.

As fast as lightening, he turned around and scooped the crying boy, pulling him close to him, into his loving arms. He buried his face in the younger's neck, and wrapped his arms around his body. Jungkook seemed to cry more at this act, and pushed his body closer into the older. Jungkook's tears soaked Taehyung's shirt, but he could care less. His hands stroked the small back of the shorter boy lovingly, tightening his grip on him at the same time.

"Don't cry and make me feel like I'm the one at fault here." Taehyung murmured, still stroking heis back.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry hyung." He cried more, clutching Taehyung's shirt.

"Then ask me. I'm here. Always. You can always ask me to go with you to the park, to the arcade, to the nearby cafe, to watch a movie, anything. Hell, I'd go to the end of the world for you." Taehyung took a deep breath, and continued. "But you never ask me. It's always Jimin. It's always him. Never me. You always talk to him, you cuddle with him, you ask for his soothing when you're tired after our dance practices. And every time. Every fucking time. It's Jimin Jimin Ji—"

His frustrated confession was cut off by a trembling finger pressing down on his pair of lips.

"You don't know half of it." Jungkook gave a small smile in between his tears.

"What? Know that you like Jimin?" It hurt to say it, but Taehyung said it nonetheless.

"What? Where did you get that?" Jungkook stopped crying, his speech occasionally interrupted by hiccups.

A confused expression etched on the older's face. "What do you mean kookie? I know you like Jimin, and like him in that way. You don't have to hide it from me, you know?" Taehyung managed out.

"Are you serious?" Jungkook asked incredulously.

"What?"

"Oh my god, hyung! You gave me a heart attack."Jungkook heaved a sigh of relief and placed his free hand around Taehyung's waist, surprising him. "Yes, it's true I do like someone from us, but it'll never be him."

"Who's it?" Taehyung was serious. Maybe it's Yoongi. Maybe it's Hoseok? Huh?

"We're seriously not doing this." Jungkook looked exasperated.

"Yes, we are. Who's it, kookie?"

"I can't tell you." Jungkook turned red, trying to cover his blush with his palms.

Taehyung's expression hardened at that, not wanting to think who is that person who made his kookie blush just by remembering them. He must be very special to him, Taehyung sighed.

"Oh. Good night then." And he turned around again, pushing down the three words that he desperately wanted to spill.

Jungkook gave a slight tug on his shirt, and whispered, "Hyung?"

Taehyung sighed once again, not quite wanting to talk anymore and reluctantly turned around, facing Jungkook again.

"Wha–"

But Jungkook's soft lips were already silencing him by pressing down on his own. He stiffened at the contact, and stayed still, not moving an inch. The newfound information was too much to process and he was at a loss of words.

Jungkook pulled back, after feeling that Taehyung wasn't responding and a frightened expression marred his features.

"You...you find it disgusting right? That's why I told you, I can't tell you! But you kept pressing me, and this is the only way I can convey my feelings for you! It's not anyone else, but it's you! It has always been you."

Jungkook breathed deeply, his chest falling up and down in quick motion. Before he could utter another word, Taehyung slammed his lips against his, kissing his hungrily and with so much love that Jungkook felt that he could just die then. Their lips moved urgently against the other, desperately trying to taste more of each other. The kiss was all they dreamt of—sloppy, passionate, tender, loving and what not. Their tongues clashed, teeth sometimes hit the others but they kissed without a care, like there's no tomorrow.

Jungkook's body was smushed against the taller male, their legs tangling in a mess.

When the need for oxygen became unavoidable, they broke apart—a string of saliva connecting their swollen lips. Taehyung rested his forehead on Jungkook's, both breathing irregularly.

"Disgusting? Kookie do you even know how much I've wanted this? To kiss you? To feel your body around me? Knowing that you like me? It's driving me crazy. You drive me crazy. I'm becoming selfish because I don't want anyone to see the you that I know. I don't want anyone to take you away from me." Taehyung breathed out.

"Well, you see hyung, I'm not good with words. But I want you to be selfish. Don't let me go, and I won't either. Let's stay together, forever." His smile was dazzling and if it was possible, Taehyung felt himself falling for him more. He nuzzled his nose with Jungkook's, giving him a sweet, chaste kiss.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

xxxxx

hey, it's your potato trying to write again. failing miserably of course.
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