He's just a friend|| Vkook

❤️‍🩹Chapter 15 ❤️‍🩹

On Monday, Jungkook had finally gotten the courage to face Taehyung after one week of ignoring him.

He spent a good ten minutes out his way to walk around the Fine arts building, keeping his eyes peeled for any sign of silver hair. Once he thought he had finally seen Taehyung, his heart leaped in his throat, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to only be some girl with long black hair.

The same girl that he had fucked a few weeks ago in the washrooms.

He silently walked by her, trying not to get her attention because as much as he enjoyed fucking her tight little pussy, he was not in the mood to talk to her.

But after searching around the cafeteria, the library and the Coffee shop, he had no luck.

Jungkook couldn't spend forever searching for Him. He had his own classes to attend, as well as a workout routine that he maintained.

How else do you think he got these hard rock abs?

After his Spanish class, he continued searching for Taehyung and thought that he wasn't reasonable. Why doesn't he just text him instead? Ask where he is?

No, no, he can't do that. He doesn't want to do that for some reason. He wants to surprise him.

It's better if he didn't text him and instead showed up out of nowhere after a week. He wants to see his reaction.

Jungkook spent a whole week doing nothing but staying in his room and getting high every night. He was addicted to Molly and Shrooms and couldn't stop popping those pills in his mouth for the life of him. And when he wasn't taking those, he was taking Zoloft, which is a drug that he should be taking for someone who has BPD.

The pills were his life, something he can't live without, and he's oblivious to how it affects his mental health.

His older sister is the only one who is aware of his addiction, along with maybe Taehyung, but he's not so sure.

He never wanted Taehyung to find out, knowing how he would react if he did, how damaging it would be for the both of them. But of course, he wasn't so lucky in life.

He prays that Taehyung had forgotten about it.

Jungkook finally found Taehyung that afternoon. He almost didn't believe it, not used to seeing Taehyung all by himself but surrounded by his friends.

He was sitting under one of the leafy oak trees, with a sketchpad propped on his knees. He was frowning slightly, his pretty face scrunched up in concentration as he kept looking up and then back down onto his sketchpad, obviously drawing something.

It seemed that Jungkook forgot what he was about to do because he found himself unmoving, feet planted onto the floor as if they were super glued, and he couldn't move.

Jungkook enjoyed watching him, drinking in the sight of him. He felt kinda creepy standing there staring at him like the guy Joe from the "You" show.

Taehyung loves to draw, and he knows that it's been so long since he's seen him draw, but boy was it the most endearing thing to watch. The way he tapped his pencil against his pouty lips like that made him want to go up to him and kiss him on the lips.

Jungkook rehearsed what he was going to say after quite literally ditching him for one week straight without so much of a single text, hello, or how are you.

But just as he was about to take a step forward, Taehyung had already spotted him, and Jungkook had frozen like a deer caught in the headlights.

Jungkook just waved at him awkwardly, and Taehyung just stared at him with a cold stare.