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7 minutes in heaven {pt.2}

PART 1

♡ pairing; jungkook x reader | taehyung x reader ♡ genre; angst,romance ♡ word count; 6.8k ♡ warnings; mild/strong language

[x cr] A/N; sorry that it has taken me MONTHS to post this second part, i was really struggling with the story line here :( i hope you are able to enjoy it nonetheless, pls like and reblog as it helps me out a lot <3

Jungkook still hasn’t slept a wink the entire night, the fatigue having already plagued his body hours ago and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t keep his mind off of you. Lying on his back in one of Namjoon’s spare beds, he stares blankly up into the dark ceiling that hasn’t yet been lit by the day’s sun, and repeatedly replays the kiss in his head. Feelings of yearning, intense passion and guilt begin to get mixed up in his mind, and he squeezes his eyes shut with the frustration that is starting to feel overwhelming. Why does this situation have to feel so complicated? The moment he stepped back into the cluttered living room that past evening, he felt the heat of various pairs of questioning eyes watching his every move and he didn’t dare look back into any of them. Although what had just happened was something he could’ve only dreamt about for months now, Jungkook couldn’t help but feel the horrible feeling of regret building up inside of him. He knew that you were practically in love with Taehyung at this point, so what strange energy possessed him to kiss you like that? He had accidentally met the burning gaze of Tae’s eyes, not being able to hold it for more than a couple of seconds. Suddenly, Taehyung bounced off the couch like it was made of hot coals, and darted determinedly for the door, causing a cool breeze to whip past Jungkook. “So, did anything happen with Y/N?” Jimin pressed, leaning forward with curiosity. With a lazy shrug of his shoulders, Jungkook pulled out his phone and slumped deep into the sofa, hoping that it would open up and swallow him whole. Would Y/N tell Taehyung that he came onto her? Will she cover up her tracks and make him look like the bad guy? Surely not… These were the thoughts that completely blocked out any possible sleep Jungkook might’ve gotten otherwise. But he has given up at this point, sitting himself up in the bed to grip tightly onto the covers for some reassurance. He can’t stop thinking about the way Taehyung had abruptly left straight after Y/N, looking at him with a slight touch of disappointment before opening the door to escape the unspoken awkwardness. Getting up to open the heavy curtains, a pool of radiant light spills into the room and Jungkook stands in it for a few seconds, feeling the early morning heat hit his body. A couple of groggy footsteps drag across the carpet outside his door, and he turns around to check the time on the wall. 9:15 AM Deciding that it was finally time to go and eat some breakfast, Jungkook slowly gravitates towards the door and opens it with a lazy grasp. “Hey, man,” Namjoon greets as he closes the bathroom door behind him, the puffiness in his face having been caused by sleep and alcohol, “Sleep well?” Jungkook cocks his head sarcastically, and by the light purple colour already taking place under his eyes, Namjoon guesses that his friend hasn’t actually slept yet. “Don’t worry; I’ll fix you up with a decently cooked breakfast and a cup coffee!” Namjoon says, reaching over to slap a sympathetic hand down on Jungkook’s shoulder. After a very long thirty minutes, Namjoon places down a plate of scrambled eggs on toast next to a mug of piping hot coffee, a smile of relief and gratification spreading across his face. “Bon appetit,” he announces before Jungkook tucks in gratefully. Although the toast was slightly burnt and the eggs took at least three tries to get right, Jungkook finishes everything on his plate quickly and leans back to let the satisfyingly full feeling take over. He’s glad that he can finally focus on something else that isn’t to do with you. “So…” Namjoon starts up after a couple of minutes, finishing the last drop of coffee swimming in the bottom of his stained cup. “What happened last night?” Jungkook’s breath begins to falter at the question, and without knowing what to say he just simply shrugs his shoulders, acting as if he doesn’t understand. Flashes of those intense seven minutes begin to rush through his mind as Namjoon’s suspicious expression grows in front of him. “You didn’t say one word to us for the rest of the night and blamed it on the sudden ‘tiredness’ you felt,” he continues steadily, not taking his eyes off of the nervous Jungkook. Namjoon is someone he could confide in without having to worry about the others finding out. He holds many of Jungkook’s secrets and has watched him go through tough times, so why was it proving too hard to tell him the truth now? Looking down at his clammy hands, he tries to focus on the irregular breaths coming out of his lungs, each one starting to come to a slow stutter. “I don’t get what you’re talking about, nothing happened?” Jungkook replies with confidence, shrugging his shoulders yet again. With a deep sigh, Namjoon accepts his response with a brisk nod of his head. “Some of us were just a little confused, we expected you to come down looking smug, but all we got was a room full of tension.” “Sorry I couldn’t fulfil the game’s objective,” Jungkook laughs breathily, getting up to push the stool back from him, “I’m going to head back upstairs to sort out my things - I have somewhere to be in a bit.” Before getting to see another confirming nod from Namjoon, Jungkook swiftly leaves the kitchen and hops up the stairs. Once he finally makes his way down the long hallway and into the spacious guest room, he grabs his phone and vacantly stares at the screen. As much as he wants to text you, he remembers he doesn’t have your number for his own personal use. He can’t ask Namjoon for it now, that would look too obvious… Looking back at the door, Jungkook sees a sleepy Hoseok stumble across the carpet, trying to find his way down the hall through the hazy like state he’s in. Once he hears the bathroom door slowly shut, Jungkook dashes out of his room and into Hoseok’s. Surely he would have your number, right? Stumbling around the room to find his phone, he sets eyes on the device and punches in the four-digit code that he had learnt through the years of being Hoseok’s best friend. Jungkook repeatedly checks behind his back, nervously scrolling through the contacts as he does so until he finally comes across your name. The letters stand out dramatically, and his stomach fills with butterflies. It only takes a couple of seconds for the determined Jungkook to secure your number into his phone, saving it with pride. Before anyone finds out what he has just done, he sneaks back out of the room, and starts to gather the rest of his things. _____________ Waking up from your deep slumber, you let yourself sink into the pillowy cushions and covers, allowing them to slowly devour your body. You hear the birds twittering outside in the bright sunshine, and a feeling of calm washes over you. The serene atmosphere of the morning soon diminishes though as you remember all that happened last night. Looking across the bed at Tiffany, a horrible feeling starts to emerge from the pit of your stomach and you fight back any tears that begin to threaten your eyes. Why did Jungkook kiss you last night? Was it because that was the whole point of the game, or was there a deeper reason to it? You contemplate the reasoning behind the boy’s actions as you reach over to grab your phone, remembering that you received a text late into the night. Cautiously, you press down on the home button to see Taehyung’s name shining on your screen. [Taehyung]: did you get home okay? - 1:15AM [Taehyung]: or just don’t text back?? – 1:25AM You roll your eyes in response to his simple messages, and although you shouldn’t, you suddenly feel bad for not responding back as soon as you got them. With shaking hands, you begin to type out a message. Multiple messages actually. But before you decide to send any of them, you stop yourself to back space on the letters, ending up with a blank box repeatedly. Finally, you muster up one reply. [You]: sorry I was asleep, I got home fine thanks – 9:30AM No more than two minutes pass before your phone vibrates, letting you know that you’ve received a message. [Taehyung]: im sorry about last night i was tipsy, are you mad? – 9:32AM Before you can think of another reply, your phone buzzes again. [Taehyung]: do you want to meet for lunch or coffee today? – 9:33AM Those anxious butterflies start to build up in your stomach, a feeling you’re all too familiar with. You contemplate what to do for a couple of seconds, your mind going through all the possible reasons for and against going. If this happened a couple a weeks ago, it wouldn’t have even taken you a second to enthusiastically agree to meeting up with your high school heart ache. Would he just interrogate you the whole time, trying hard to find out exactly what happened last night? But, you knew you wouldn’t be able to tell him. Even though you knew Taehyung was now seeing someone, you didn’t want to jeopardise your chance with him by telling him you kissed one of his best friends… You know that was a ridiculous thing to hope for, though. Before you even realise what you’ve done, you sent a text back to Taehyung. [You]: yeah sure, 11am at the book café? – 9:35AM After a couple of seconds, Taehyung agrees to your request and you slide off the bed in order to start getting ready. As you push aside the curtains to let in the early October sunlight, Tiffany irritably wriggles over in the bed, pulling the covers over her head. “No, I need more sleep…” she mumbles under her sleepy breath. “Carry on sleeping, I’ll bring us up some food in a minute,” you reassure her, trying your best to be a good friend. The guilt hasn’t stopped eating away at you since all those hours ago, and you pray that it goes away soon. You don’t have the right level of concentration to start using pots and pans to make breakfast -the ending result would only be a mess. Knowing that Tiffany wouldn’t be opposed to have pop tarts at this time in the morning, you shove some of the strawberry flavoured ones haphazardly into the toaster and wait for them to eagerly jump out at you. As the minutes tick by, you fall into a deep trance of emotional thoughts and memories. No matter how hard you try, you can’t stop thinking about Jungkook. You had never thought about him in a romantic way before, and you didn’t think he had ever either. But the more you think about his soft lips upon yours, you can’t shake the feeling of wanting to see him again… POP! The sound of the pop tarts leaping out of the red hot toaster makes you fall back in shock, and a small laugh arises from your throat. Quickly, you pull out the tarts and throw them onto a plate, trying hard not to burn the tips of your fingers on the pastry. At this point, you are determined to enjoy your breakfast with your best friend. Grabbing two cups of fresh juice to join your food, you warily balance everything on the plate, and begin your journey back to your room. “Finally, I’m starving up here!” Tiffany jokingly moans as she looks longingly over to the plate you’re trying so hard not to drop. “I’m going to have to be getting ready to head out in a bit, so watch this,” you announce loudly, taking an overly large bite into the unknowingly piping hot pop tart. The jam in the middle is like molten lava against your tongue, and you yelp in pain, almost throwing the food straight across the room. “Where are you going?” Tiff manages to get out after laughing at your foolishness. A look of suspicion creeps onto her face as you prepare your answer. “I-uh…Taehyung texted earlier, wants to get a coffee.” Tiffany raises a concerning eyebrow, obviously confused as to why you would want to be meeting up with him now after finding out about Belle. Honestly, you don’t really know why either. “You sure that’s a good idea? You need to get over him, Y/N!” she exclaims impatiently, “He’s messing with your head, I don’t want to see you get hurt…” Rapidly shaking your head, you down your glass of juice and begin to rummage for something suitable to wear. You don’t want to look like a mess, but you also don’t want to look like you’ve dressed up for him either… “It’s fine, Tiff,” you convince your cautious friend, “He wants to meet up with me as friends – anyway, I’d feel bad for turning him down.” With an audible sigh coming from Tiffany, she shrugs her shoulders and continues to finish off her breakfast. You pull on a pair of light-wash mom jeans that have white and blue paint splotches on them, and the only reason as to why you haven’t thrown them out yet is because Taehyung said that they make you look “artsy.” Continuing to scramble around through the mountain of clothes on your floor, you yank out your favourite mustard coloured sweater and proceed to put the woollen material over your body. The next forty minutes is spent with you applying a full face of makeup, whilst contemplating showing up at the cafe or not. A huge part of you is more than excited to see Taehyung, there’s nothing else you want right now. But after your mini argument last night, and the general tension that was left floating around in Namjoon’s house, it made the idea seem a little less appetising. You swing your keys around your finger as you slump down on the bottom step of your staircase. You’d have to leave in five minutes if you wanted to get there on time, but the anxiety was starting to take a hold of your legs, ceasing them to move. Taehyung did want to see you after all. He went out of his way to ask you for a coffee, taking the time out of his day for you… “Are you going or not?” Tiffany says from the top of the stairs, hand placed firmly on her hip. She hops down the stairs to sit a step above you, her mousey coloured hair bouncing around her like a cloud. “I should, shouldn’t I?” you slowly question, not giving her time to reply, “I should just go and see what he wants, maybe I’ll get a solid apology…” “Exactly, make him apologise for confusing you like this!” Tiffany cheers as she pushes you forward up off the step. “You’ve got to text me everything that goes down though, okay?” You sniff a little laugh and agree to Tiffany’s request, steadying yourself up off the wooden step. “I’ll tell you everything afterwards – my parents are back at 12pm, so please make sure the house is tidy before they get back,” you say in a hopeful voice, but knowing Tiffany, she’ll have the place looking brand new by the time they get home. _________ By the time you reach the café its 10:55AM, and your nerves are starting to heavily kick in. As well as kicking, they’re punching and head butting. As you stand outside, you look up at the rustic sign saying ‘The Little Book Café’, just to make sure you’ve come to the right place. Even though you knew there weren’t any other cafes around the area specifically tied to books… As you push against the hefty glass door, the smell of fresh chocolate cake, pastries and coffee hits your nose, filling you with instant delight. This is one of your favourite places to go to with Taehyung after school. The two of you would spread your art books out onto the hidden table upstairs, leaving every couple of minutes to go and pick out artist biographies and other helpful books to share with one another. No matter how tense you feel right now, you can’t help but let a small smile bite its way into the corner of your mouth at the thought of the endless hours you’ve spent here with him. The middle-aged woman who normally serves you is behind the counter, sending out friendly smiles to every eye she can catch. As soon as she sees you, immediate warmth radiates off of her, and you politely smile back. “Hello dear, I wouldn’t of expected to see you today!” she says with a pleasant surprise, “Would you like your regular hot chocolate and croissant?” You quickly take a gander at the mouth-watering cakes that have been carefully placed on individual stands behind the glass in front of you, biting your lip as you think about your choice. Today there’s: carrot cake and buttercream icing, chocolate fudge cake, blueberry muffins and caramel slices. The enticing smell coming off the food is making your stomach rumble, and you have to make a decision. “I’d love a hot chocolate with a slice of carrot cake please!” you eagerly say, the thought of one of your favourite cakes making you feel extremely excited. “I’ll have the same please,” a deep voice says behind you, and you turn around to reveal that it’s Taehyung. He’s wrapped up in a cream and red checked scarf, his mouth just peeping over the top to reveal his nose, which is tinted a pretty rose colour. The black puffer jacket he’s wearing makes him look so incredibly huggable, but you try your best to keep your arms pinned to your sides. There is also slight puffiness around his eyes, probably due to the lack of sleep. Nevertheless, he still looks as strikingly gorgeous as ever. “Of course, my dear,” the lady directs at Tae, sending him one of her comforting smiles, “Are you paying for both?” “No, I’m paying for mine separately!” you quickly intervene. “Are you sure, Y/N?” Taehyung says, raising an eyebrow at you. You don’t want it to look like you can’t pay for things yourself, like he has to always be there for you. As much as you would like to accept his offer, you bite your tongue and hand over the payment in full. “Upstairs, where we usually sit?” you question Taehyung as you take your metal tray balancing your cake and drink in preparation to go sit down, remembering quickly to thank the lady behind the counter. As you head towards the stairs, you try and collect your breath evenly into your lungs. This really isn’t the time to start panicking, not now. Determined to get to your usual spot, you speed up the pace a little, weaving in and out of tables, chairs, and book stands. ‘Your’ spot was placed directly next to one of the windows in perfect view of the street outside. Around spring time, the two of you would watch as the blossom petals drifted around aimlessly, twisting and turning in a way that was ever so slightly hypnotic. Winter was wonderful as well. The light snowflakes would delicately fall from the sky, making the warmth of your hot chocolate taste even better. The two of you would sit there in silence. Not the type of silence that was uncomfortably awkward, but more the type that was soothing and reassuring, like nothing and everything was being said all at the same time. Pulling out your chair to sit down, you look up to see an alert looking Taehyung studying his tray carefully, focusing on not dropping it this time. His floppy hair falls softly into his eyes, the sharp sun from the window bouncing off of it. “You don’t even like carrot cake,” you accuse him, laughing lightly. “I thought I’d be adventurous and get something different,” he shrugs after letting out a deep sigh of relief as his tray hits the table. Not waiting for him, you delve into your cake, watching as the metal of your fork makes a smooth cut through the sponge and buttercream. Once it hits your mouth, your taste buds are overwhelmed by the sweet taste of the delectable cake. You hear Taehyung giggle at your reaction. “That good, huh?” he asks before taking the first bite of his as well. The two of you sit in quiet for a few seconds, nodding along to the chews and swallows of the delicious cake. Opening your eyes at the same time, you both share a genuine laugh with each other, and a familiar feeling of contentment flows through you. Taehyung’s brown eyes shine back into yours, and the creases around them make you feel like you’re right where you should be. The sun beaming in through the window highlights the melanin in his skin, the colour glowing flawlessly. Although he was not yours, you felt a very strong tie to him, and there was no way you could willingly let him go anytime soon. You spend a long time filling the minutes with random chatter about school, artists and books, managing to avoid the main issue at hand. Although the two of you are sharing laughs, you can’t help but feel the gnawing of your questions in the corner of your brain. “So, how are you?” he asks suddenly, sitting back with his hot chocolate. “I’m fine, how are you?” you reply back simply. You reach out to grab a hold of your mug, clasping your fingers around the handle. The strong, thick smell of pure chocolate rises into your nose, causing you to feel a momentary bliss. “I’m okay,” Taehyung says bluntly after taking a sip, “Although, I’m worried you’re mad at me…” His stare falls down into his mug, and he scoots up in his seat a little. You subconsciously do the same, looking down into your cup at the melting cream mixing with the pure colour of the chocolate. The swirling white contrasting against the brown has such an effortless allure to it that it captures you completely. “I’m not mad at you Tae – just confused,” you utter quietly still examining the merging colours in your cup, and honestly you don’t know if you’re telling the truth or not. “You’re confused?” he questions you slowly, knowing why you would feel this way, but wanting to hear you say it. “With the way you’ve been acting…” you mumble before a confident Tae speaks over you slightly. “I didn’t go home with her last night,” Taehyung strongly says, still keeping his eyes stuck to his mug, “I didn’t go back with Belle last night.” You suddenly look up as your eyebrows pucker at his confession, wondering why on Earth this information was relevant. “Why, did you have an argument?” you ask curiously, watching his hunched posture. “I just wanted to be away from everyone I guess,” he shrugs half-heartedly, and any joy that was there before leaves his body slowly. “You’ve ignored me for a straight week, Tae,” you try to say casually over his last comment, “Why couldn’t of you of just told me, what was stopping you?” You watch as his shoulders tense inside his coat, closing up around his neck. The shuffling of his body begins to make you feel uneasy as you take another sip of your creamy chocolate drink, letting the warmth coat your taste buds. The bitter sweetness runs down your throat, and he looks up at you with his hazel eyes that make you feel a million different emotions. Except those eyes appear to be utterly lost right now, and you can’t quite figure out what is going on in his mind… BUZZ! The two of you instantly look down at your phone vibrating against the polished wood of the table, and you tilt your head in slight confusion at the unknown number on your screen. As you slowly lean in, you begin to read the surprising text underneath the numbers. [?]: hey y/n its jungkook please can u reply when u get this? i hope its okay that ive texted u – 11:20AM Your eyes begin to widen as the uncomfortable tense feeling in your stomach expands, and you snatch your phone off the table in the hopes that Taehyung didn’t get the chance to read it. Holding the phone in your fumbling hands, you re-read the text over and over again, thinking about how he got your number and why he would be texting you now. The thought of a timorous Jungkook sitting slumped on a bed or sofa staring longingly into his phone sends a pang of sadness through you, and you fight the urge to text back immediately. “Who was that?” Taehyung calmly, but firmly questions. “I-I don’t know, I think it was a wrong number,” you stammer as you shove your phone deep into your coat pocket, hoping he wouldn’t pry anymore. Both of you exchange disconcerting looks, and you try not to give away too much information with your eyes. Taehyung studies your face carefully, watching each and every crevice with intent. He’s usually quick to tell how you’re feeling just by observing your movements and tone in voice, so you put in the extra effort to cover up any suspicious notions. The taut looking boy opposite you breaths in deeply, swishing his head to gaze out of the window. You follow his direction and watch the delicate ginger leaves fall to the ground one after the other, twisting and turning until they get there. He knocks back the last of his drink, wincing as the surprising heat of the liquid hits the back of his throat. The uncertainty of the situation feels salty on your tongue and you want to know why, but it feels like the time to ask those sorts of questions is up. Your eyes lazily fall half shut, the tiresome events catching up to you. “Do you want to head out?” Taehyung softly asks, almost whispering. You’ve been daydreaming into his unfinished carrot cake, the buttercream icing having been smeared on the metallic fork with flecks of rust coloured crumbs speckled on top. The wispy thoughts haven’t been able to leave you alone quite yet, and an annoyance bubbles inside of you. Without answering, you stand up and stretch out your arms. Taehyung takes this as his queue to prepare to leave as well as he re-wraps his comfy scarf around his attractive neck. “Let’s go,” you simply say, taking one last bite off of your fork and a sip of the luke-warm chocolate drink. The two of you silently walk out of the atmospheric café, the books around you speaking to each other about all of the wondrous things they know. As you push open the door, the crisp air bites softly at the tip of your nose and whips around your head. You look over to Taehyung, who seems to be engrossed in the way the leaves are falling mesmerizingly around him. The boy doesn’t need to do much to appear effortlessly beautiful.

Your surroundings feel comfortably silent, and the light sound of the wind rushing around you fills your ears. “Well, I guess I’ll be going back home…” you manage to catch Taehyung’s attention, and he seems to deflate slowly like a balloon that was once full of helium. He quickly moves towards you, wrapping his sturdy arms around your body tightly. You freeze up at the sudden connection, confused as to why he would do this, but then allow yourself to sink securely into place. The sweetness of Tae’s scent makes you feel hazy, and you can’t think straight, your mind only focusing on the love you regrettably feel for this boy. “I’ll see you soon,” he breaths over your ear, nuzzling his head into your shoulder slightly which sends a shiver to zap down your spine. He then parts briskly with a soft smile, and turns to stroll down the concrete street. You wobble on your feet a little, still feeling the warmth that emitted from him moments ago, and you’re not too sure about how to feel. Watching for a few seconds as he disappears around the corner, you turn away and decide to carry yourself back home. The air feels floaty and light, and the cold continues to nip at your exposed face. Taehyung is never obvious about his feelings and always keeps it to himself, no matter how many times you let him know that his thoughts are safe with you. So after this mini meeting, it’s no wonder that you feel utterly lost with the minimal information he’s provided you with. Why are you this way, Taehyung? You delve into the pocket of your coat to find your tangled earphones, and after spending a couple of seconds trying your best to unravel the mess of the wire, you finally manage to get them free and you proceed to plug them haphazardly into your phone. Not before long, you finally reach your house. The walk back was quick, and you had tried not to notice the many couples strolling past you, holding hands and whispering their sweet love to each other. You couldn’t help but feel the all too familiar feeling of jealousy fizz up inside you at the sight of them. Walking inside, you sniff a laugh at the amazing job Tiffany managed to do to your house. The cleanliness feels refreshing, and it helps to clarify your mind a little. “Hello?” you say boldly into the silence of your abode. You look over to the ticking of a clock on a nearby wall, and see the arms signalling that it’s 12 o’ clock. Your parents should be back from work soon, so you take yourself to your room and flop down onto the pillowy material of your bed. Taking a few moments to stare blankly into the vast ceiling above your head, you reach over to where you have placed your phone on your bed-side table and pick it up to send a text. Your hands are shaking a little bit, but you try hard to concentrate on steadying them. [you]: Hey Jungkook, it’s nice to hear from you but I don’t know if texting each other right now would be the best idea after last night – 12:13 PM As much as you like Jungkook, the situation feels too confusing to even try and think about right now. Shutting him down early just seems like the best thing to do. But, you can’t ignore the excitement that has been bubbling in your body for the past twelve hours or so. As much as you try to deny it, you have had a longing for a simple kiss like the one the both of you shared last night.

[jungkook]: maybe its not the best idea but i feel like we need to talk about it instead of ignoring it – 12:17 PM

You guess he’s right. As per usual, you would prefer to ignore the whole circumstance and pretend like nothing ever happened. However, walking around with that feeling just wouldn’t feel settling at all. The hours that have passed by already have been uncomfortable enough, and you don’t want to have these unspoken words floating around your mind forever.

But, what could you do? Surely it would be a slight act of betrayal to meet up with Jungkook seeing as Tiffany has such a large crush on him. You don’t like him as anything more than a friend, though. If you were to see him, it would just be a casual and mutual meeting…

Maybe you could find him around school sometime soon and just clear up anything that needs to be said. You can guess the two of you have quite a few straggled thoughts you’d like to let loose.

For now, you’d have to wait until Monday morning came around, presenting a fresh week for you. You aren’t too sure if you want to have to confront the awkwardness that is obviously there, but you have to. Just then, your phone starts buzzing and a cheesy song rings through the silent room. Panicking, you swivel your eyes over to the screen, expecting to see the name you really didn’t want to see. But to your relief it’s only Tiffany, and you let your shoulders relax at your sides. As soon as you pick up the phone, you start explaining the confusing café meeting with Taehyung to your curious best friend. ______________

Once the bell begins to screech signalling to everyone that fourth period has ended, you leave your English literature class, feeling your hands beginning to get clammy over the thought of bumping into Jungkook. Why on Earth is this making you so nervous? You’ve been cautiously roaming through the school the entire day, scurrying over to your next lesson whilst trying not to make eye contact with any of the students around you.

There’s no reason for me to be this anxious for Christ’s sake!

Stopping to breath for a millisecond, you close your eyes lazily and let your body relax. You’ve let the entire situation get to you way too much now. Feeling your stomach rumbling under your sweater, you decide to head to the cafeteria.

Picking up your usual cheese ciabatta, juice box and fruit pack, you make your way over to pay. As you wait, you let your eyes scatter around the faces filling the room. You shake your head a little, scolding yourself for worrying again.

As you’re wandering back to the study room for the upper students, you bump into a fairly broad and strong body just like in a cliché high school movie. Before you even look up, the strong smell of the sweet cologne jogs your memory, helping you guess who is standing in front of you.

“Hey…Y/N,” a wary voice greets you, and straight away you manage to match the sound to the strikingly cute face of Jungkook. You look up to see his shiny glass eyes staring back into yours, and he clears his throat after a few seconds, blinking profusely whilst trying to find somewhere else to hold his gaze.

“Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you lightly laugh and shrug your shoulders, receiving a soft smile from the boy. You begin to push past him to escape the tightness of the situation, but manage to snatch that thought up quickly before going through with it, taking a few steps back.

Jungkook’s eyes circuit your face, clearly waiting for you to say something. You wrack your brain for a simple sentence to shoot at him until you finally do. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you, which I guess doesn’t make sense as I haven’t replied to your text…” you rush out rather messily, and a small smile etches into the corner of Jungkook’s soft lips.

“It’s fine honestly, I guess it’s better to talk in person really,” he says lightly, “Shall we walk back together?”

You begin to walk back slowly, managing to keep a comfortable space between the two of you. Although the words that need to be said are circling around on your tongue, none of them are succeeding in coming out. Up until now, you hadn’t realised that Jungkook has been taking you the longer route back round. You glance at him in your peripheral vision to see him looking rather confident, shoulders broad and chin up, not something you’re used to seeing from him.

Turning into a fairly empty corridor, Jungkook slows down his pace which, in turn, slows down yours too. You turn back to see him looking down at his dawdling feet.

“Look Y/N, I’m really sorry for what happened the other night…” Oh no, is he going to confess to something?

“I really didn’t know what I was thinking, but I’ve been meaning to tell you that I-”

Before he can finish his sentence, you awkwardly rush to place your arms around his strong body, trying to hug away the sentence he was going to spill. As much as you want to regret this feeling, you can’t help but feel ever so slightly comfortable in his arms, like you meld perfectly into him.

The two of you freeze for a couple of seconds before he brings you in tighter. Now you feel like you can’t back out. By trying to fix the situation, you’ve only gone and made it so much more complicated.

“It’s all fine, honestly,” you murmur as you push yourself out of his hold, “Just a little… confusing, that’s all.”

A pair of high heels clip-clop down one of the hallways nearby, making you decide it’s time to head back and fast. Without giving him a warning, you carry on your endeavour down the corridor to the student room, hearing his sneakers squeak on the flooring behind you to catch up.

The two of you are welcomed back into the room by loud male voices and a snide look coming from Bella’s pointy face. You screw your eyebrows together lightly, not knowing whether to smile in response. Namjoon and Hoseok whizz their way up to Jungkook and greet him with a slap on the back before noticing you standing by his side. “Oh hey Y/N, how’re you doing?” Namjoon calmly asks, swivelling his eyes carefully between you and Jungkook.

From over Namjoon’s shoulder, you notice Taehyung perk up a little at the sound of your name. He had been sitting with his back to the door when you entered, with Bella chattering away to his face, clearly trying too hard to impress him. You watch as he turns his head around, his stare melting immediately into your eyes. It has only been a few days since you’d seen him, but his beauty feels just as refreshing as ever.

Taehyung’s eyes quickly darken as he notices Jungkook’s sturdy body standing closely by you, and he runs a nervous hand through his soft, shiny locks. For some reason, you find yourself hoping that somewhere in his mind, a green surge of jealousy is digging away.

Bella swings her head from side to side, her bright hair flowing around her face majestically. Her pointy eyebrow arches like a dagger and you quickly divert your eyes from hers. A couple of seconds pass by with no one saying a word, so you decide to take it upon yourself to fix the situation. “Come on then, let’s go join the rest of them!” you say proudly, putting your arms around Hoseok and Jungkook to pull them both forward to the group sitting in the corner.

Taehyung abruptly turns his back to face you again, and you feel slightly taken aback by the harshness of his movement. The atmosphere in the room feels off to you, the dryness in your throat starting to itch. But with some forced energy, you try to ignore it.

“Hey, everyone!” you announce, managing to somehow catch the attention of the well-dressed guys who are mindlessly spinning around on chairs. Each one of them has a unique sense of style, something that is so aesthetically pleasing to you. Next to Jimin, you notice a pretty face surrounded by a mass of mousey brown curly hair staring at you in awe. It’s Tiffany. You have been so distracted by Taehyung that you hadn’t even noticed your best friend hiding away in the corner.

She has her hands clasped to her phone and is looking up at you with a sort of scepticism. A thin layer of cold sweat breaks out on your back, and you hold your breath for a couple of seconds. You guess that she has been watching the entire time.

“Hi, Y/N,” Bella replies through her teeth, “And hello, Kookie.”

Your body cringes at the nickname. Taehyung has told you multiple times that Jungkook is rarely called that, the name only staying safe within their tight friendship group. You look out of the corner of your eye to witness Jungkook’s shoulders tensing slightly, watching as a little puff that resembles a laugh slip through his lips.

Before he can even reply, Bella carries on talking. “So, how are you two? Is this a thing now?” She raises both of her hands to exaggerate her point, causing the rest of the group to look like they’re watching a tennis game, turning their heads carefully to look at the two opposing sides.

You look at her for a couple of seconds, trying to make sense of what she means. Tiffany looks at you with an added awareness of the situation and you shake yourself out of your thoughts.

“What do you-”

“It’s just that I saw the two of you looking rather cosy in the hallway back there,” Bella callously interrupts again, looking straight through you with painfully innocent eyes.

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