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“I need to talk to you… about that night.”

"Which night? What happened?"

Jungkook nearly groaned in frustration as he heard Namjoon’s voice, his heart sinking further. How had he not noticed the leader lying there, sprawled on the floor in exhaustion, while his lovely Jinnie hyung was just watching television? The whole situation felt like some twisted prank from the Fates, and here he was, tangled up in a mess of his own making.

“Um… nothing much, Joon,” Seokjin interjected quickly, giving Jungkook a pointed look that made the younger man freeze in place. It was the kind of look that Zeus might have given a disobedient god, a warning wrapped in calmness.

Namjoon, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension, turned his attention back to Seokjin, his concern evident. "Is your ankle okay now?" he asked, gently lifting Seokjin’s foot into his lap and pressing it with the same care a sculptor might use to shape marble.

Jungkook watched, confusion etched into his features. What had happened to Jin’s ankle? His mind raced, trying to piece together how he had missed something so important. He felt like a ship adrift without a compass, lost in a sea of uncertainty.

“All thanks to you. Seriously, thank you for massaging it,” Seokjin replied softly, retrieving his foot with a grateful smile. He reached out and ruffled Namjoon’s hair, his fingers brushing over the leader’s soft strands.

Namjoon’s dimples deepened as he smiled back, but then his gaze shifted to Jungkook, who was still standing there, rooted to the spot like a statue.

“Go and solve whatever it is. I’m going to meet Hobi. Bye, Jungkook-ah. Take care, you both,” Namjoon said, his voice light but tinged with the wisdom of someone who had weathered many storms. With a final wave, he was gone, leaving the room heavy with the unresolved tension between the two men.

The silence that followed was almost palpable, thick and suffocating, like the stillness before a tempest. Jungkook and Seokjin stood there, the distance between them feeling like the expanse of the Aegean Sea, vast and insurmountable. Neither of them dared to break the silence, each waiting for the other to make the first move, like warriors on the edge of a battlefield.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Jungkook could feel the weight of his earlier blunder pressing down on him, reminding him of why he had come here in the first place. He had to confront the issue head-on, no more avoiding, no more running away. But his mouth betrayed him before he could stop it.

“Are you dating Joonie hyung?”

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

He wanted to crawl into a cave and never come out, preferably one guarded by Cerberus himself. His words hung in the air like a curse, turning what was already an awkward situation into something far worse. He glanced at Seokjin, hoping for some kind of miracle to save him from his own stupidity, but all he got was an unimpressed stare.

“Seriously? Is this what you wanted to talk about? Ugh!” Seokjin’s voice was a mix of disbelief and irritation, like Hera scolding an unruly god. He shook his head, clearly annoyed by Jungkook’s absurd question.

“No, no, no… I didn’t mean that,” Jungkook stammered, panic rising in his chest. The words tumbled out of him like a river breaking its banks. “Can we go to our room? I wanted to, uh—apologize about my behavior, and, um—just follow me.”

Without giving Seokjin a chance to respond, Jungkook reached out and grabbed his wrist, the touch of his skin sending a jolt of electricity through him, like the spark between two storm clouds. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears like the roar of thunder.

He didn’t wait to see if Seokjin would follow, the urgency of his need to apologize pushing him forward. But in his haste, he couldn’t help but notice the flicker of something in Seokjin’s eyes—something unreadable, as if the elder was holding back emotions that ran deeper than the surface tension of their interaction.

As they moved toward the room, Jungkook’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, emotions crashing over him like waves on the rocky shores of some forgotten island. He had no idea how this conversation would go, but he knew one thing for certain—he had to make things right. He had to bring them back to the calm before the storm, before everything between them had started to unravel.

This was his chance, and he wasn’t going to let it slip through his fingers like grains of sand.

He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, embarrassment swirling in his gut from his earlier outburst. Why had he blurted out something so ridiculous? Of all the things to say, he had to go and ask that question.

Once inside their shared room, the door clicked shut behind them, and the atmosphere grew heavy with unspoken words. The room felt smaller, the air thick with tension. Jungkook’s eyes darted around, searching for a starting point, something to break the silence that had fallen between them like a wall.

Seokjin stood by the door, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on Jungkook. There was a weariness in his eyes, a quiet resignation that twisted the knife of guilt deeper into Jungkook’s heart. The younger man couldn’t help but notice how the soft glow of the bedside lamp highlighted the lines of exhaustion on Jin’s face, lines that Jungkook knew he had played a part in carving.

He took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts, but his mind was a mess of regrets and half-formed apologies. He felt like a ship lost at sea, tossed about by a storm of his own making, with no shore in sight.

"Hyung, I…" he started, his voice faltering under Seokjin’s steady gaze. The words caught in his throat, thick and heavy like stones. He felt as if he were standing on the edge of a precipice, one step away from falling into an abyss of his own fears.

Seokjin sighed softly, his eyes softening just a fraction. "Kook, what’s this really about?" His voice was calm, but there was an underlying sadness that Jungkook couldn’t ignore.

Jungkook swallowed hard, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He could feel the weight of his earlier mistake pressing down on him, suffocating him. The memory of that morning—the way he had lashed out at Jin, the look of hurt in Jin’s eyes—played over and over in his mind, like a cruel echo.

“I need to apologize, hyung,” Jungkook finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a hesitant step closer, his eyes pleading with Seokjin to understand. “For that morning, after… after we kissed. I said some things I didn’t mean. I was scared, and I ended up hurting you.”

Seokjin’s expression softened further, but he remained silent, waiting for Jungkook to continue.

“I know I shouldn’t have said what I did,” Jungkook pressed on, his words tumbling out in a rush. “I didn’t mean it when I said it was a mistake, or that you were making up fantasies. I was just… afraid. Afraid of what it meant, of what you might think of me afterward. But all I did was push you away, and I’m so, so sorry for that.”

Seokjin’s shoulders sagged slightly, the tension in his posture easing as he let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Jungkook’s words hung in the air between them, heavy with regret and unspoken truths.

“Jungkook,” Seokjin began, his voice gentle yet tinged with a sadness that made Jungkook’s heart ache. “You don’t have to be afraid. You never had to be. But… you really hurt me. I don’t know if you realize how much. I don't understand why did you put the blame on me. I mustered up courage to clear things between us but all you did was make me seem desperate for you, as if I was wishing to have something more with you. I-I am straight,”

Jungkook winced at the raw honesty in Seokjin’s words, each one cutting deep. He took another step closer, desperation seeping into his voice. “I do realize it, hyung. That’s why I’m standing here, trying to fix it. I never wanted to hurt you. You mean too much to me.”

Seokjin’s gaze softened further, and he unfolded his arms, letting them drop to his sides. “Then why did you push me away? Why did you make it sound like it was nothing? It happened, the kiss. We could have discussed it together to forget it and not be awkward about it. But you made it sound like I was dying for you while you were just, um cool.”

Jungkook looked down at the floor, shame and regret swirling inside him like a tempest. How could he explain the fear that had gripped him, the fear of losing something precious? How could he make Jin understand that the kiss hadn't meant nothing to him, but he had been too scared to admit it?

“I was scared,” Jungkook admitted, his voice trembling. “Scared that if I acknowledged what happened, it would change everything between us. Scared that maybe you’d regret it, or that I’d lose you in some way. So I said those things, thinking it would make it easier, but all it did was make everything worse. I became nervous, too coward to face it.”

Seokjin took a step closer, closing the distance between them. He reached out and gently lifted Jungkook’s chin, forcing the younger man to meet his gaze. The warmth in his touch was a stark contrast to the coldness that had settled between them in recent days.

“Do you regret it, Jungkook? Do I disgust you? Am I not your favourite one anymore?” Seokjin asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook’s heart pounded in his chest, the weight of the question pressing down on him. He shook his head, his eyes filling with unshed tears.  He just couldn't bear it, the thought of making his hyung sad hurted him a lot.

(Reminds me of that argument between Tae and Jin where Tae cried. Or when Tae told that koo says that watching his hyungs get hurt makes him cry.)

“No, hyung. I don’t regret it. Not for a second. What I regret is hurting you and pushing you away. I wish I could take it all back. I wish I could go back to that moment and do things differently. You were, are and would always be an important part of my life.”

Seokjin’s expression softened further, and he let out a soft sigh. “You can’t take it back, Kook. But you can make it right.”

Jungkook looked at Seokjin, his heart aching with the realization that this was his chance—his chance to mend what he had broken. “I want to, hyung. I want to make it right. Please… just tell me how.”

Seokjin smiled faintly, a glimmer of the warmth that Jungkook had missed so much returning to his eyes. “Start by being honest with me. With yourself. We can’t move forward if we keep hiding from each other.”

Jungkook nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. “I promise, hyung. No more hiding. I’m sorry I made you feel like you didn’t matter. You matter more to me than you’ll ever know.”

Seokjin’s smile grew a little wider, and he stepped even closer, until they were almost touching. “You matter to me too, Kook. More than I ever let on.”

Jungkook felt a warmth spread through his chest at Seokjin’s words, a warmth that chased away the lingering shadows of doubt and fear. He reached out and took Jin’s hand, squeezing it gently. The simple gesture felt like a lifeline, grounding him in the reality that maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back to each other.

Jin squeezed back, a silent affirmation that the bond they shared was still there, fragile but unbroken. The night might have changed, and with it, their circumstances, but there was still hope. Hope that they could rebuild, stronger and more honest than before.

“Thank you, hyung,” Jungkook whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

“For what?” Jin asked, his tone light but laced with genuine curiosity.

“For giving me another chance,” Jungkook replied, his grip on jin’s hand tightening. “I won’t waste it.”

Jin’s smile was warm, reassuring, like the first light of dawn after a long, dark night. “I know you won’t, Kook. We’ll figure this out together.”

He quickly continued, his tone light but with that familiar teasing edge that Jungkook knew all too well. “But besides that…”

Jungkook’s eyes widened in panic. “B-Besides that? What do you mean, hyung? I swear, I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Just tell me what I need to do!”

Seokjin couldn’t hold back a laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he playfully smacked Jungkook on the shoulder. “Yah! How dare you stay away from me for two whole weeks, huh? The nerve! Since when did you decide to give me space, huh? Did I ever ask for it?”

Jungkook blinked, stunned by Seokjin’s sudden shift. “But… I thought… I didn’t want to make things worse, so I… I thought you needed space, hyung,” he stammered, his voice trailing off as he realized how ridiculous it sounded now.

Seokjin huffed, crossing his arms with an exaggerated pout. “You thought wrong! How could you, the most clingy brat in the world, stay away from me? Do you even love me? Clearly, you don’t, or you wouldn’t have pulled a stunt like that.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened in alarm, and he rushed to close the distance between them, his hands frantically gesturing in his defense. “No, no, no! I do love you, hyung! I was just trying to do what I thought was right. I swear!”

But Jin wasn’t letting him off the hook that easily. “And what was that nonsense about me dating Namjoon? Where in Hades’ name did you even get that idea from?”

Jungkook winced, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips as he scratched the back of his head. “I… I don’t know… It just… slipped out. It was a slip of the tongue, hyung, really!”

“Really?” Jin’s eyes narrowed playfully as he advanced on Jungkook. “A slip of the tongue, huh? Let me teach you a lesson so your tongue won’t slip again!”

Before Jungkook could react, Seokjin launched at him, playfully smacking and swatting at the younger, who yelped and dodged, trying to avoid the elder’s swift attacks. Laughter bubbled up between them, filling the room with a joyful chaos that contrasted sharply with the tension of moments before.

“Hyung! Hyung, stop!” Jungkook whined as he backed away, only to trip over the edge of the rug. Seokjin, ever the quick thinker, took the opportunity to lunge at him again, but Jungkook twisted away, sending them both tumbling onto the bed.

They landed in a heap of limbs and tangled sheets, Jungkook lying on his back, and Seokjin hovering over him, his hands braced on either side of the younger’s head. For a moment, the world seemed to still, the sounds of their playful scuffle fading into the background. Seokjin’s hair, now thoroughly mussed from their antics, fell into his eyes, and his breath came in soft pants that brushed against Jungkook’s skin.

Jungkook’s heart pounded in his chest, loud enough that he was sure Seokjin could hear it. Without thinking, he reached up and gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind Seokjin’s ear, his fingers lingering on the soft strands. “I’m really sorry, hyung,” Jungkook murmured, his voice low and husky, filled with the sincerity of his apology. “I never should have pushed you away. It was so hard being away from you… You have no idea.”

Seokjin’s breath hitched, and he felt a warm flush creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks. The proximity, the intimacy of the moment, made his heart race in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. He looked away, trying to hide the pink hue spreading across his face, but it was no use. “I… I missed you too, Jungkook,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with a shy smile that softened his features.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, nothing else mattered. It was just the two of them, caught in a perfect silence that spoke more than words ever could. Jungkook’s gaze was tender, filled with an unspoken promise, while Seokjin’s held a quiet acceptance, as if they had both finally found their way back to each other.

But before they could savor the moment any longer, a loud knock on the door shattered the tranquility.

“Jungkook-ah!” Taehyung’s voice rang out, impatient and just a little mischievous. “Did you steal my underwear again?”

Seokjin and Jungkook both froze, their eyes widening in horror before bursting into laughter. The sound was contagious, spreading through the room like wildfire, and in that instant, the last of the tension between them melted away, leaving only the warmth of their connection.

Jungkook looked at Seokjin with a grin that was half-apology, half-amusement. “I swear I didn’t take his underwear this time.”

Seokjin chuckled, rolling his eyes as he finally pushed himself off of Jungkook. “You better not have. Otherwise, you’ll have more than just your tongue to worry about, Jungkook-ah.”

"WHAT!? Nooo,"

"Alright, chill down."

As Seokjin straightened himself up, smoothing down his tousled hair, Jungkook watched him with a renewed sense of affection. This was the Seokjin he loved—the one who could tease him, laugh with him, and still make his heart skip a beat with just a smile.

“Come on,” Seokjin said, offering a hand to help Jungkook up. “Let’s go face the wrath of Taehyung together.”

Jungkook took his hand, the earlier awkwardness now replaced with a comforting ease. “Yeah, let’s go. But just so you know, I’m still sorry.”

Seokjin squeezed his hand, a playful glint in his eyes as they headed toward the door. “I know, kook-ah. And I’m still going to make sure your tongue never slips again.”

As they walked out of the room, their hands still clasped together, Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a surge of relief. They had faced the storm and come out stronger on the other side, ready to face whatever came next—together.

As promised the update is here. I've another update half written two (a lil less than half actually) but for that vote. I was so disappointed. Like out of 100 people who read it, only 9 of them voted.

It left me so demotivated but I still posted this chapter as an apology for being late. I did my duty as a writer and now it's upto the readers to vote.

I'll post the next chapter when I feel like y'all are back on track. Il this chapter was a lil boring. So the fun is about to start anyways. Love ya ❤

Date- 3 Sep 24
Words count- 3225