Sirenic Menace

⑯Now It's So Much More

  
Jungkook, seated at the edge of his bed with his palms pressing against the mattress on each of his sides, swung his legs mildly.

He had given in to the chaos in his mind that was centered on Taehyung and his feelings for him. He wanted to confess, wanted to tell him everything he said to his hyungs. He thought he would go insane if he didn’t. But he had to lace a stranglehold around that urge because, as he had previously concluded, nothing would change if he confessed.

It was a lost cause. Their relationship. It was since the moment they started this. But he never imagined their imminent separation would feel so brutal.

The swaying of his legs paused, just like the turbulence in his mind, at the cheerful beep of the door. His brows dropped low over his eyes as he considered Jimin, who just entered alone. “Where’s Taehyung?”

Jimin sent a peek at him and cleared his throat. “He’s coming.”

“Yeah, but where is he?”

Something tense braised in the air at once, and Jimin forced out a chuckle to tone it down. “He’s just freshening up.”

A driblet of incredulity flickered in Jungkook’s eyes as they anatomized his face. “So if I go to the bathroom, he’ll be there?”

His mouth flattened in a tight line. “Yes,” he said so quietly, as if he had to squeeze the word out.

Jungkook jumped off his bed and landed in a squat, then took a step towards the door.

Jimin set a deterrent hand on his shoulder as a shade of vexation tinged his traits. “Sit your ass back down and wait.”

The corner of Jungkook’s lips tilted in a smirk. “I knew you were lying.” He retreated and climbed up into his bed again, flaming with the itch to know where the hell Taehyung was.

Jimin spruced himself up to meet Yoongi; that was the reason he returned to the room and left the other two alone.

As more time crawled by, Jungkook’s patience seemed to thin out so much it robbed all the air from his lungs, and he jolted out of his seat with a rumbling grunt.

Jimin winced at the ferocity of the animal sound, ceasing the movement of straightening his hair. “Can’t you be a little patient?”

“No,” Jungkook snarled, clutching the bedsheets. “Tell me where he is or I’ll turn the entire hostel upside down to find him.”

Jimin’s mouth twisted with aggravation as his eyes rolled in a circle of the same emotion. The teetering tirade on the tip of his tongue got strangled by the click of the door opening, and he watched as Jay leaped from his bed and rushed to Taehyung.

Jungkook’s eyes pored over his face in search of any shred of sadness or anything that would hint at Taehyung’s sulky mood, though he found none. “Where were you?”

“Hmm, nosy,” Hoseok crooned as he walked to the closet to grab his pajamas.

“Why?” Taehyung snorted. “You missed me?”

“I just thought...” Jungkook’s tongue suddenly felt heavy like a rock, unable to push the words out. “Never mind.”

Taehyung gazed at the hesitation in his eyes for a little longer, but brushed the matter off. “I need to take a shower, so you’ll have to wait a bit.”

“Yeah, why are you this sweaty?” Jungkook asked, viewing the drops of perspiration drip down the sides of his face.

“I’ll tell you everything after my shower.”