Jin and Jungkook were friends with benefits. Everything was going fine until Jin fell in love with Jungkook and confessed to him, only to be met with rejection.
Later, with time, Jungkook realizes how deeply he has fallen for the elder but oh-
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Jin made Jungkook feel different things, emotionally.
The younger didn't want that. He had built high walls surrounding his heart, so that no one could enter it and shatter his heart into pieces again. He didn't leave any window open in the wall, so how the elder entered the walls?
Why his sad, disappointed, heartbroken face had so much effect on Jungkook that he couldn't even glance at him for more time. Why it made his heart clench? If the elder was nothing to him then why was this all happening? Why did he feel bad for Jin?
Jungkook dropped his head between his palms, pulling his hair in frustration. His head was spinning, and he felt like throwing up.
He wanted to cry but tears were not coming, his heart was throbbing painfully in his chest, as if asking him to break the high walls away and accept the directed affection. Life would be less painful and easier that way but his brain-
-his brain told a different story.
It told him to not open his wall for anyone because at the end, he would be the one getting hurt. He would be the one getting tainted and thrown like a piece of garbage, as if his feelings never mattered. His brain told him that Jin wasn't in love with him.
It told him that Jin's love was infatuation, that would fade away with time and his heart will be again left in the dark to collect it's broken pieces by himself.
There was no way he was in love, they were just sex partners, the day Seokjin gets bored of having sex with Jungkook, this infatuation would end. Yes, he can't accept his feelings. No. Never.
Jungkook stomach grumbled as he felt a weird taste on his tongue, his food pipe felt on fire as he ran to the washroom, hand clasped on his mouth as he opened the toilet seat with other hand and puked in it.
Emptying the bile that had risen up to his throat due to anxiety. His body shook terribly as he gripped the sides of the toilet seat for dear life.
Whole throat, stomach and mouth burning with the internal acids. Dirtying his clothes as well, cringing at the taste hitting his taste buds.
Great, now his body wasn't even able to cope up with the anxiety and the increased level of adrenaline. Jungkook was fucked. Totally.
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Jin sat on the floor of his hotel room, gulping down the alcohol directly from the bottle while his eyes shed numerous tears. He closed the lights and curtains so that no one could see him crying. It was as if his heart was torn apart from his body.
