Jikook | Does he like me?

Chapter 5

Other then a few small things the rest of the 7 days were pretty uneventful. Thankfully Jungkook seemed to grow some common sense and didn't try to come back and see him. I pretty much stayed inside the room anyways. Letting my mind have an inner turmoil battle over everything.

Despite his best efforts however, no one would talk about the concert. And he tried many times.

"Come on Hyung please? Why won't you tell me what they're saying about me online! You even deleted all the apps and locked them. What am I a child?" I whined to Jin-Hyung.

"Yes! Wait No, well YES! God damn, Jimin-ah please drop it. We just want you to rest easy and hurry back home okay? Hearing what they say right now is only going to make things more troublesome. Hyung promises that as well as you are discharged we will sit down and have a conversion, ah?"

I didn't really get a choice in the matter. They wouldn't budge. Even for my puppy eyes.

No one brought up Jungkook though. I definitely expected them too, but they didn't. I'm not too sure if it's because they feel awkward because they know too much, or if they just don't know at all. Either way I'm glad. I haven't even wrapped my head around it myself. But I'll be damned if I go back on my own promise. That flower cemented fate for me. No more Jeon Jungkook. I'll be civil for the fact that we live together, and that we are in a group together. But further then that? Jungkook is just some random kid I don't want to know anymore.

At least that's what I keep telling myself. Perhaps if I hear it enough I'll start to believe it.

Suddenly the 7th day came to an end. At first it seemed an eternity away, but I regret wishing it forward. Because now I stand in the doorway to our dorm, and the first thing I see is Jungkook and Taehyung.

Cuddling.

On the couch.

Random kid, random kid, random kid, I chant to myself as I quickly make my way to Hobi and I's shared room and collapse on my bed. I let out a loud groan. Maybe this is going to be way harder then before. Hopefully they didn't notice him, because if they did, Tae will surely be barging in any second for soulmate cuddles.

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Apparently not.

Can I blame him though?

If I was able to be that close... touching... Jungkook I probably wouldn't have paid the world any mind either.

Day one -

Completion Score: -100%

Maybe a nap. Just maybe that will help.

I look down at the hoodie half hanging out of the small bag I was given by the Hyung's for toiletries and clothes, and resist the urge to cuddle it to sleep. Not that it will give me any piece of mind, the scents gone now thanks to the nurse that practically stole it from my bag to wash it.

Okay, I'm being a bit dramatic now.

I turn over and look up at the ceiling contemplating whether the thoughts in my head are a good idea... Probably not right?

Am I going to do it anyways? Yep.

I get out of bed and walk to the door quietly opening it. I walk out and leave it ajar for easy re-access. I stick my head slightly out to see everyone either in the kitchen or lounge room and turn heading back up the hall way.

I stop outside a door that looks identical to my own. Except for one thing. Namjoon and Jungkook.

I slipped inside quickly, heading straight for the wardrobe that never moves. The one that I've folded laundry into for the past 2 years, in order to help the maknae. Was I always such a bitch for him?