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0.72 written chapter: slut

no one pov

"never mind. sorry for interrupting."

jungkook couldnt take it anymore. he quickly slammed the door, biting his lip as he quickly walked away. back down the stairs. re-entering into the crowd of dancing, yelling people.

jungkook could feel something boil in his chest as he rushed down the stairs. not daring to look back. he could feel tears burn his eyes as he roughly shook his head at himself.

stupid jungkook. stupid stupid stupid. thinking taehyung would like him back. thinking taehyung would want to be serious with him. he was an idiot. stupid jungkook.

pushing his way through the swarm of people, not caring to apologize when they yelled at him upset. he just tried to get past them. soon bumping into an unaware jimin at the presents table. neatly organizing the different gift bags.

"watch it-" jimin spoke until he looked up seeing the angry tears threatening to fall from jungkooks eyes. jimins face immediately softened. "hey hey hey. whats wrong?" he asked, hands subconsciously holding jungkooks forearms. feeling how tensed up he was.

jungkook bit his lip before speaking. "taehyung." he simply said. jimin was now even more confused. "what about him?" he asked, tilting his head.

"i just walked in on him and hoseok moments away from fucking eachother." jungkooks fist clenched again.

jimins eyes widened like saucers, perplexed. "what?" he asked subconsciously, not believing it. jungkook didnt respond. jimin was silent for a few moments before speaking again.

"i thought him and hobi hyung flirting was like a joke thing." he said, not knowing what else to say. jungkook half heartedly scoffed. "yeah me too.." he didnt even sound mad, he sounded sad and broken.

completely opposite from his angry stance.

jungkook bit his tongue, feeling the water works want to act up again as he looked at his present on the table. the song he had written, composed, recorded, produced. burned onto a cd with a neatly written card. all in a simple purple bag with a matching ribbon.

"what about- jimin i cant give it to him now." he spoke, fist tightening. jimin looked where jungkooks eyes were staring. he sighed. grabbing the bag and giving it to the older.

"honestly kook. i dont know. im kind of lost right now. if you dont want to give it to him, its totally up to you. thats obviously not cool of him to do." jimin spoke. jungkook turned his head away, staring at the floor as he held the bag.

"what- what do i do now?" he asked. jimin almost wanted to shrug, he honestly didnt know. "um.. honestly, i have no idea. but its up to you. i mean, i still think you could go get famous with it. you're so incredibly talented." jimin said chuckling, trying to brighten the very gloomy mood.

of course it was a half hearted joke, trying to lift jungkooks spirits. probably not the right idea, but he had grown a habit of trying to make people laugh in the worst situations. his intentions were in the right place.

jungkook didnt respond to jimins comment, still staring at the floor. "jimin. im gonna go."

the man announced, jimin eyes snapped to the elders stoic face. "oh.. yeah. totally. text me or something later, ok?" slowly jimins hands slipped off of jungkooks arms, frowning when the ravenette didnt reply to him.

he walked out of the party, silently. his shoulders pushing people out of the way, still. his strong stance as he stormed off again, differing from his sad tone.

jimin just sighed, silently watching jungkook exit the building, blinking as he saw a frantic taehyung run past him. jimin could only watch as he followed after jungkook.