February 11th
Taehyung POV
I glanced at Angel's Instagram and, it seemed like she's a singer or something! There were countless pictures of her at singing events. I even scrolled all the way down only to find a snap of her and Jungkook together.
They seemed like such good buddies. Jungkook had his hand casually resting on her shoulder, and she had hers on his. They looked so comfortable with each other, no awkward vibes at all.
Jimin's words echoed in my mind. Is Jungkook asexual or what? Or does he have a secret girlfriend?
Could she be Jungkook's current girlfriend or an ex? Is that why he's been avoiding touching me?
Jungkook's footsteps became audible, causing me to hastily peek at Angel's Instagram again before closing the app and flinging his phone onto his pile of books.
He emerged, all dressed up and looking drop-dead gorgeous as always, but I wasn't in the mood to hug or even talk to him.
He smiled and approached me. "Let's go," he said, attempting to hold my hand.
"I don't wanna go." I retorted and pulled my hand away.
"Why? What's wrong, love?" he asked, concerned.
"I'm not feeling well."
"What happened, Tae? Are you sick?" he inquired, checking my temperature with his palm.
"I just don't feel good. Let's go tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" he questioned.
"Yeah."
"I'm a bit busy tomorrow. How about another day?" he replied, hesitating.
"But I'm free tomorrow. Will you come with me or not?" I snapped indignantly.
"Don't yell at me, Tae. I already told you I'm busy tomorrow." he replied, somehow managing to stay calm.
But I was losing my mind !
"I'm going home." I declared, rising from my seat and grabbing my phone, leaving him confused.
Just as I was about to leave, he stood right in front of me, arms open, trying to stop me in my tracks.
"But why? What did I do... wrong? Are you angry that I teased you?" he frowned.
"Get away from me. I need to be home." I said, taking deep breaths to calm myself.
"Just tell me what's wrong first." he pleaded.
"DON'T MAKE ME SAY IT AGAIN, JUNGKOOK. GET THE HECK AWAY." I shouted, breaking my heart to see him flinch. Hurt, he looked at me before stepping aside, allowing me to make my escape.
Before I could unleash more anger, I quickly walked away.
*******
I rolled my eyes, swaying slightly, as I took in the scene. We were getting drunk in Hoseok's secret storeroom, out of his disabled mom's sight, who was comfortably seated in her wheelchair.
Since the storeroom was downstairs, she had little chance of checking up on us.
My vision darted around, a little too tipsy to focus properly. Everything was becoming a blur. Hoseok and Jimin occupied separate crates while I sat on an old bag.
Hoseok's curious little sister poked her head through the door, wondering what we were drinking.
"Why am I getting so skinny ? Might as well turn into a stick or something." Hoseok whined. "And look at you so -"
"No no. Don't dare say anything about me. I'm absolutely beautiful." Jimin interupted.
Jimin filled his glass first, then Hoseok's, and finally, mine. We kept drinking, not bothering to slow down. We were determined to get drunk, given the recent happenings.
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Bumpy Ride | Taekook ✅
Fanfiction"N-no this isn't the right time Jungkook." I pushed him away. "It is." He rasped caging me between his arms. His hot breath fanning over my skin. "S-someone will see us. You should go. " I struggled trying to push him away. "Go here ?" He kissed...
