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Writing fest oneshot
jungkook was never the emotional type.
being a virgo, a strong earth sign, he'd never found himself in situations where tears would stain his pillow, lips wobbling at the thought of whatever made him sad in the first place. always laughing it off. smiling through the pain. he's used to it by now.
being in bangtan brought a lot of hardships along with happy times.
as much as he loved the stage and the screams of the fans and how proud it made his parents, there were times it became too much. his life weren't private, so as his relationships. especially one in particular; his and taehyung's.
he wasn't sure why.
maybe it was because of the nature of it; two men in a boyband, some shipping is bound to happen. Maybe it was because of how well they fit. Because of the way they interact with each other. The way jungkook looks at his hyung, the way his eyes widen and sparkle whenever taehyung is around, because he loves him. Yeah, he loves him. How silly of jungkook.
Crushing on your band mate isn’t the smartest idea.
But he couldn’t help it! He loved his hyung, everything about him. His tan skin, his asymmetrical eyes, heart shaped lips and cute moles all over. His voice; his aura; his laugh; fuck. Jungkook was so screwed. And it seems like everybody knows about it.
You see, when he went on vlive a couple of days ago he made a mistake. Stressing over unrequited love has gotten him desperate for momentarily relief and...
He got drunk.
And of course, he spilled some tea, like drunk people do. He couldn’t help it, really- lately he’s been thinking of taehyung lots. It’s gotten so bad, he caught himself staring at taehyung and spacing out, thinking of how good it’ll feel to hold him and to kiss him, experience love- something he never got to experience properly, because of their hectic schedule- to the fullest.
He drank dry red wine. Too much of it.
And about 30 minutes later, he was already babbling about how handsome his hyung was, how kind and talented, sounding like an army talking about her bias. It was ridiculous and extremely obvious. By the time he ended the live and went to sleep, every social media platform was up in flames.
If waking up with a terrible hangover isn’t enough, imagine waking up to #VKOOK trending worldwide.
His phone was blowing up with calls and messages from his parents, friends, management, bang pd and some of his band members. ‘Some’ being the keyword. Only Jimin and namjoon texted him, and hoseok called. Even though this situation was freaking him out majorly (obviously) what made it better was that chance, that chance that maybe taehyung haven’t heard of it.
So he responded to everyone with the same excuse- he read some hate comments about taehyung earlier that day and when he got drunk he remembered how awful they were and decided to hype him up quite enthusiastically. Most replied expressing their pride and how sweet of him it was, the rest not responding or, in the case of his management, inviting him to a meeting tomorrow that he’ll probably be scolded at.
Fuck. He sat on the couch, coffee in his hands. it was so embarrassing knowing that millions of armys around the world know. They know of his infatuation. Know that... he’s gay.
It began to set in.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized what happened. Realized that everybody knows, everybody has seen it- seen him going about it. About how much of a crush he has. Fuck!
Then the intercom rang.
“ yes, Jun hyung? “ jungkook pressed the button, speaking to his doorman. “ jungkook-ah, I sent up Kim taehyung. “
“ you sent up who?! “
Jun stuttered, “ u-uh, kim taehyung, your bamdmate? I thought it was fine to, he comes here a lot and you always tell me to let him in and he’s on your friends and family list, I- “
“ where is he? “ jungkook let out a shaky breath.
“ I-in the elevator. “
He hanged up. Fuckfuckfuck- what was he supposed to do? What was the point of living in such a high quality building if they don’t even ask you before buzzing someone in? Fuck. He decided on either pretending he was asleep or killing himself before opening the door to taehyung.
He was running around the apartment trying to hide rare taehyung postcards and fix his messy hair, he’s looking pretty rough from all that stress and falling in love stuff, he could already feel some pimples brewing and that was the worst feeling to have seconds before seeing your crush.
He’s probably gonna look like a Greek god, smirking and- ah, no. Jungkook forgot. He forgot that taehyung must know. Why would he come here if he didn’t know?
He had to sit down and take that in. That’s how bad it was.
But he didn’t have time to do so. There was a knock on the door. A solid, loud knock that only meant one thing; taehyung’s here and jungkook has to open the door.
He let out the air in his lungs and opened the door slowly, biting his bottom lip before being face to face with his hyung. “ h-hey. “
“ hey. “ taehyung replied, smiling warmly. He walked into the apartment and past jungkook, sitting on the couch with his legs crossed. “ how are you? “
“ fine. “ the youngest squeaked out.
“ did something to the windows? The light’s coming in better. Maybe new curtains? “
Jungkook couldn’t focus on his words. Curtains? He expected an attack. A tantrum. Expected to voice out a shaky excuse. But no. Now he’s supposed to talk about the curtains.
He pursed his lips. Taehyung noticed.
“ I know. “ the eldest said, “ come here. “
Jungkook blinked. “ w-what? “
“ I said, come here. “
So he did. He sat next to his hyung and let him pet his hair, caress his cheek, pull his body flush against his side and stroke his back slowly and softly. Comforting him. “ let it out. “
Jungkook looked up, meeting taehyung’s warm but stern eyes, “ cry, kookie. Just cry. “
He couldn’t believe it was that easy. One sentence from taehyung and he was already crying softly, tears streaming down his cheeks and staining both their shirts as he wondered why. Why was taehyung doing this? And why did it make him feel so much better?
An overwhelming sense of relief washed over him. Comfort. Warmth. Free of the continuous anxiety he’d felt for weeks on end. Tears slowed in their orbit down his face.
“ how are you feeling now? “ a familiar deep voice asked. Jungkook sniffled.
“ b-better. “
Taehyung played with his hair, “ fine. Do you wanna talk about it? “
“ aren’t you mad? “ jungkook looked up. Their eyes met and taehyung’s face was expressionless. “ no. “ he said. “ you were defending me, after all. “
“ yeah... “ jungkook whispered.
They stayed like that for some time. Taehyung holding jungkook as the boy sniffled and whimpered all he wanted to. In his heart, this was fulfilling to the max but he knew that he wasn’t telling the whole truth. And he couldn’t help the butterflies in his stomach. Being cuddled and comforted by his hyung was something he dreamt about a lot.
How strange.
“ do you know what they say? “ taehyung spoke, “ you know. About you and me. “
Jungkook gulped, “ yeah. “
Taehyung played with his hair, wrapping strands around his finger and sighing softly. “ tell me. what is it that they say, kookie? “
“ that... we’re a couple. “
His hyung chuckled, “ and..? “
Jungkook couldn’t believe how flushed and embarrassed he was getting. What kind of humiliation is this?
“ and that we’re in love and stuff. And kiss and do all that... “ jungkook said, voice muffled by taehyung’s shirt. Taehyung looked down at him so jungkook looked up to meet his gaze.
“ and is that the truth or a lie? “
“ a lie, or course! “ jungkook gasped loudly and moved away from the latter.
Taehyung could only scoot over to him and pet his head lovingly, a goofy smile painted on his heart shaped lips. “ are you sure? “
“ yeah- I- what are you saying..? “ the youngest pouted in confusion.
The air around them got hot and suffocating. Jungkook was so confused, “ why would you say that..? “
“ I don’t know. You seemed to act differently on vlive yesterday. “ taehyung smirked.
Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek and tried to think of a way to stop his heart from racing, cheeks from flushing. He was too nervous and confused, almost high in a sense of the feeling. Floaty and disoriented. The only thing he could focus on was the man facing him.
“ I didn’t mean it that way. “ he forced out of his quaking lips.
“ oh, but you did. “ the latter tilted his head, “ you meant to say that you loved me, meant to babble on and on about how handsome I was, how buff I’m getting lately, my hair and my skin and deep voice and- oops. Didn’t mean to repeat you word for word. “
Jungkook’s throat was tight and dry. He felt sick. This can’t be real, he rehearsed in his head.
“ I’m not stupid, dongsaeng. You said so yourself- how smart I am. So why are you so surprised to hear I caught you? I’ve noticed this for some time. It was so fun to test you and see you fail every time. And you must’ve thought you’re being discreet. Poor baby. “ he fake pouted.
“ what do you want? “ jungkook held back his tears, “ have you come here to humiliate me? Is that it? Im sorry if I- “
A pair of heart shaped lips crashed onto his own.
The kiss was hot and surprising, jungkook having his eyes open and then closed hurriedly as he let taehyung have his way- not his first kiss, perhaps his fourth but his mere knowledge from middle school was long forgotten.
Taehyung was a pro. With his looks and charming personality, talent and wits- you get it- how could he not be one? Must’ve kissed lots of girls.
Must’ve swiped his tongue on their bottom lip like he does to jungkook, must’ve deepened the kiss and felt the girl- in this case, boy- bloom against him, bloom so beautifully and openly, whimpers emitting at the slightest of touch. A kiss both gentle and harsh.
When taehyung pulled back to watch jungkook, he wasn’t disappointed; the boy was lush. His cheeks red, so are tips of the ears, eyes wide and wet with emotions floating inside, lips all red and plump. He blinked, “ taehyung hyung? “
“ jungkook-ah. From now on, don’t hide things like this from me. Whenever you want a kiss, or more, call. I’m your hyung and here to help you with whatever you need. Alright? “ taehyung breathed out.
The youngest nodded shyly. “ alright. “
And it was all alright.