Yoongi

My eyes slowly opened, but I shut them tight as the light from the sunrise shined on my face. "Ugh," I turned over and buried my face into my pillow. Once I realized my pillow was warm and breathing, I let go and opened my eyes.

"Jeon?" I questioned, waking him up. He turned on his side and looked at me with his sleepy eyes. I bit my lip at the sight of him.

"Yeah?" He asked sleepily.

I rubbed my head and closed my eyes again. "Why are you in my bed?" I asked Jungkook.

His face turned red and his eyes widened as if he had been shocked awake in two seconds.

  "O-Oh you uhm- I was just trying to make sure you were safe sleeping. I'll go now." Jungkook threw the blanket off of him and ran to my door, opened it, and ran away.

  I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked after him.

  Weird kid.

 
——

  "Feeling better, boss?" Jimin smiled as I walked downstairs to eat breakfast. I squinted at him as his teeth shined in my face.

  "Park.." I said slowly.

  "Yes?.." His face dropped.

  I looked around the room and then looked back at him. "Why are you in my house?"

  Jimin's face lightened up and he smiled once again. "Jungkookie invited me. Do you not want me here?" He asked as he sat across from me at the dining table. I scrunched up my nose.

"I don't care if you're here or not." I shrugged. But why did Jungkook invite him?

"Okay then." Jimin squinted at me.

Jungkook walked into the dining room with a smile on his face. "I'm ready Jimin. Let's go." He said. He was wearing a black shirt and grey sweatpants. Once he looked at me, his eyes widened. "Let's go." He grabbed Jimin's hand.

Jimin pulled back his hand and furrowed his eyebrows. "You don't want your husband to go with us?" Jimin looked at me with a smile.

I clenched my fists as I looked back at Jimin. Every time I'm near him, he mentions the fact that I am Jungkook's husband, but it's hard to be reminded that we're actually together.

Jimin knows how I feel about Jeon.

"Why? Yoongi doesn't want to come. H-He has to eat and rest, and- and he—"

"Where are we going?" I cut Jeon off.

Jungkook's eyes closed and his head fell. "I wanted to talk to Jimin alone." He told me. I furrowed my eyebrows as Jimin looked away.

"Fuck Jimin,—"

"Hey! I didn't do anything.." Jimin pouted.

Jungkook bit his lip and looked at me. "We'll see you later." He grabbed Jimin's hand once again and started heading for the door.

I crossed my arms as Jimin looked back at me. He smiled and turned back to be dragged by Jungkook. Why couldn't I go too?

Does Jeon not like me?

I hit my own head and then shook it.

This was why I got drunk yesterday. This was why I stayed out so late. This was exactly why I didn't like getting involved with people.

I got drunk yesterday merely because I was trying to drain my feelings, but that obviously didn't work for me. I obviously still like him.

And I was most certainly obvious with my jealousy just now, but I can't help it.

What if Jeon hates me?

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Jungkook

I dragged Jimin out of the door and headed for my car. "Where are we going?" He asked. I pushed him into the passenger seat of my car and then got into the drivers seat. "Here."

"You told me you wanted to go out.."

  "Out to my car." I smiled at Jimin.

  Jimin rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat. "You could've told me that. I dressed up and everything." He stuck out his bottom lip.

  I looked at his outfit and it was a pretty good fit on him. I looked back up at his puppy eyes and sighed. "Fine. We'll go somewhere." I said.

  "Yay!" Jimin clapped and smiled brightly.

  "But first, I need to talk to you."

  "About what?" Jimin looked over at me.

  I placed my hand on the steering wheel and sighed. I really wanted to explain to Jimin what had happened last night, mainly because he was the only person that I can tell, and so I did.

  I explained how Yoongi kind of confessed to me that he liked me, and I was very stuttery and awkward as I tried to explain to him.

  "Yes! I knew it!" Jimin cheered loudly. "He gets jealous every time I mention that I talked to you or like just a moment ago, he got jealous. Holy shit, Mr. Min actually likes—"

"Jimin!" I stopped him.

Jimin looked at me with confusion in his eyes. I sighed and hit my head against the steering wheel repeatedly. Jimin put his hand on it so that I would hit his hand instead.

"What's wrong?" He asked me.

I glanced at him and stopped hitting my head. "I don't know what to feel.." I sighed. "Yoongi and I were supposed to be.. fake. How am I supposed to feel when it becomes real? How should I feel knowing that I'm married to someone who actually likes me, and someone who actually wants to be with me?"

  "I thought that you wanted to be loved though?" Jimin had a look of worry in his face. "You said you wanted to live the rest of your life with the person you love, right?"

  I looked at him and furrowed my eyebrows.

  "Who said that I love Yoongi?" I asked.

  Jimin shook his head and laughed. "I'm not saying that you love him, but it's easy to tell that you like him. You're letting too many things overflow your mind. Just say YOLO."

  I chuckled at him. "Never say YOLO again."

  "See? You didn't even deny that you like Yoongi. I've known you liked him since he kissed your neck and since he kissed your thighs with his juicy lips and you got hard—"

  "Shut up!" I yelled. "I get it!" I shook my head.

Please don't remind me.

  "You're totally gay for Mr. Min." Jimin smiled. "Why don't you just tell him?" He asked. I shook my head and sighed once again.

  "Yoongi only told me because he was drunk." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "I can't."

  "But he still shows it while he's sober." Jimin shrugged. "I'm just saying.. It's a waste of time for you guys to not confess now." He said.

  Is he right? Should I do it?

  I don't think I should.

  Yoongi is very attractive. He's very focused when it comes to work and he's so caring for his mother and for his own life.

  Does he care about me too, though?

  Or am I just.. here to be here?

  "You're overthinking again." Jimin said. "I'm telling you, Mr. Min doesn't like people. He literally complains about every single person he knows, but I have never heard him say anything about you. If anything, I would say that you have the man whipped." He laughed.

  I stared at Jimin for a moment.

  "He really does like me?" I asked.

  "He didn't deny it when I said it a day ago." Jimin shrugged. I furrowed my eyebrows at him as he looked out of the window.

  "You what?"

  "Stop asking me things! I'm not supposed to tell anyone what conversations I have with my boss!" Jimin shook his head harshly.

  I grabbed his arm and looked at him.

  "He's my husband." I said. "Tell me!"

  Jimin frowned. "Fine." He shook his arm away from my grip. "Yesterday, before he went out, I was joking around at work and told him that he was getting attached to you."

  "And?" I asked slowly, scared of the reply.

  "He kind of just stared at his ring for a second and then smiled at it like a creep." He said.

  My lips curved up as I thought about that.

  "See! Just like that!" Jimin pointed at me. "You two are fucking whipped for each other and it's so disgusting! Get married already- oh, wait.." he looked at me and smiled devilishly.

  "Shut up.." I smiled at him.

——

  After I got back home from taking Jimin out to the mall, Yoongi was sitting at the staircase as if he was waiting for me. I felt my face turn red as I looked at him. His head was hung low, making his freshly dyed hair fall, and he had on black skinny jeans and a navy blue shirt.

"Y-You dyed your hair black?" I asked.

Yoongi's head snapped up to look at me. "Oh- Um, yeah I did." He sat up a little more.

"It looks.. It looks good." I muttered.

I leaned against the wall and looked down at Yoongi. He was looking back up at me with a small smile. "Thanks." He said. "The blond hair was annoying me. I like dark hair anyways."

I bit my lip as his dark eyes looked into mine, his dark hair matching the color so well.

"And for a good reason." I mumbled under my breath. Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"What did you say?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing." I said.

Yoongi stood up from the staircase and made his way towards me. "So.." he looked into my eyes with his dark ones again. I shifted the closer he got. "How was your date with Jimin?" He asked. I shook my head as he stood in front of me with a raised eyebrow.

"I- It wasn't a date—"

"I'm sure that it wasn't, Jeon." Yoongi put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me close so he could whisper in my ear. "But why didn't you want me to go with you?"

I trembled as his breath hit my ear. He whispered so low that it felt like I couldn't even hear it, but I did. "I- I just wanted t-to talk to Jimin." I stuttered as he backed away slowly.

"Well maybe I just wanted to talk to you." Yoongi trailed his hand down my arm.

I couldn't help but gulp as he looked up into my eyes. What the hell is he doing?

"Yoongi—"

"But I'm sure you don't want to talk to me, right Jeon?" He shrugged as he backed completely away from me. "After all, we aren't even really together." He walked away from me, leaving me stuck like glue against the wall.

I felt a hand touch my shoulder from behind, making me jump. I turned to see Jimin there, standing in the doorway next to the wall.

"I told you." He said with a smile.

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Nothing much really happened in this chapter but I'm sorry lol I'll make the next one better (hopefully. Shit idk)

But fuck me the concert was so good
It was also really really cold