chapter 3

Jungkook went to bed with a strong bittersweet feeling in his chest.

He didn’t hate Taehyung. He really didn’t. It was just the fact that he showed affection towards other boys.

....other boys?

It just couldn’t be it, it was impossible. He kept repeating himself how stupid that idea was, over and over again until he fell asleep, the soft blonde boy with the dreamy smile stealing his last thoughts once again.

After just some hours had passed after dinner, Jungkook woke up to the sound of the door unlocking.

His first thought was that someone had broken in, but their building had a high security system, which made this idea pretty impossible.

He sat on his bed and listened carefully, just in case.

Soon, he heard a deep, yet sweet voice mumble ‘We have to be quiet’. Jungkook immediately recognized said voice as Taehyung’s, but nothing else came to his mind as he was pretty much still asleep.

He stood up and slowly walked towards the door of his room, then he heard a second voice, a quite raspy and masculine one.

“I think you’ll have a bit of a problem with that, baby.”

His heart stopped at the disgusting, foul sight he witnessed right as he opened the door.

In the couch, Taehyung was sitting on the lap of a man, straddling him and raising his head so the man could kiss and bite his neck.

Jungkook could feel his blood boiling in his veins, the heat in his face and the pressure in his head demanding for him to scream at the top of his lungs and kick that guy out before he could place his dirty mouth on Taehyung’s skin once again.

The man saw him, and he did nothing else than grab Taehyung’s *** and pull him closer to him, almost rubbing in Jungkook’s face that the name Taehyung was silently moaning was his. That he was the boyfriend of the boy. Was he imagining it?

Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore.

He turned around and got inside his bedroom again, he slammed the door with all the strength in his body and just stood there. He was trying really hard to calm down, but the rage wasn’t going away.

He heard Taehyung freaking out at the other side of the door, yelling to the man he was with to get out. Once the man left and slammed the door behind him, Taehyung rushed to Jungkook’s bedroom and tried to open the door, but Jungkook immediately locked it and backed away.

“Jungkook, can we talk? I’m really sorry, it wasn't on purpose, please open the door”

But Jungkook didn’t open. Instead, he curled up in his bed a called his best friend, Jimin.

“Hey, Kook”

When his friend answered the phone, Jungkook couldn't bring himself to talk.

“...Are you alright? It’s really late and you're not saying anything”

“I’m not alright.” Jungkook’s voice was shaking, and Jimin could tell.

“Oh, goodness, what happened?”

“I saw Taehyung with a guy. And i can’t explain to you how mad I feel. To my core.”

“But… why? Namjoon told me about your issue with him, but why are you so mad?”

“I don’t fucking know, Jimin. I just feel disgusted whenever he has a guy over or whenever he has a boyfriend. I feel like a total asshole, I-”

“Hold on, are you…? I mean, you don’t have a problem with me and Yoongi, do you?”

“No! Ugh, see? This is exactly why I’m so frustrated. I don’t know why I feel this way and I don’t know what to do anymore.” Jungkook grunted, mad at himself and frustrated at the lack of answers and explanations.

“Oh. My god.” muttered Jimin on the other side if the line.

“...What?”

“Holy shit, you oblivious walnut, you’re in love with him! Head over heels! You're just fucking jealous!”

“What? Of course not, I’m straight” claimed Jungkook.

“Yeah, right. Then how do you explain the fact that you immediately hate every guy you see him with? Or the fact that you don’t care about me or Namjoon having boyfriends but wanting to puke and punch something when Tae has one?”

“I… I don’t know.” A crisis was genuinely starting to take place in Jungkook's head.

“You’re so stupid, oh my god. I'm gonna go now, I really need to sleep. You just calm down, sit on that *** of yours and think about it. It makes complete sense. I'll see you tomorrow.” Jimin said right before hanging up the phone, leaving Jungkook with the beep of the line feeling completely confused.

And he finally realized.

He wasn't homophobic.

He didn't hate Taehyung and he didn't want a lover like he did.

He wanted Taehyung, and he wanted him to himself.

He was in love with him.

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