Or where rockstars Jk and V meet again at the indian summer festival and they both test limits in every way👀
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Was Jungkook a coward? Yes, he was.
After their incident at the club, he didn't contact Taehyung. Didn't even ask if he's alright, just left him there on the couch like a cheap guitar case, not daring to, after the others confession.
It was a dick move, he knows it.
But on the other hand, he was pretty drunk, or wasn't he?
Jungkook thought he needs only a bit of time to sort his thoughts, but it took way more time than he thought.
Running away, seemed/still/ the best option to deal with the situation.
After all, it's not as if Taehyung couldn't have reached out to him.
He was just as silent.
Except for his scandalous pics all over social media, him hooking up with an actor, then be seen with a random chick.
It made his blood boil.
But he had no right to it.
So he did what he knew best, mirroring the others actions, sleeping around till he felt numb, till he felt like an empty shell.
He was the dumbest person he knew, letting go of Taehyung will ruin him.
And meeting him today made him anxious.
He tried to behave as always.
Ignoring him, waiting till he walks up to him with a snarky remark, flirt a bit, till they riled each other up enough and have sex again.
He couldn't deny that he was starving hearing any word of the other, no matter how insulting it will be.
Ached to kiss him.
Hold him close.
Walking around backstage was one of his routines to calm his nerves before a performance, and it also was a way to be prepared for the other.
Finally, he saw him in a room with catering, standing in front of a vending machine.
He looked awesome as always.
Hair a bit longer than the last time he saw him. Slicked back, one strand charmingly hanging over his forehead.
He wore a brown leather jacket, a surprising and eaqually annoying fact, now that Jungkook decided to wear a leather jacket too. His black shirt with fun printing was tucked into his denim pants, that still looked like it was crafted for him only.
His signature lollipop was in his mouth, the stick hanging from the corner of his lips classily.
How he always could pull some sort of James Dean bad boy look off was beyond him.
