Three Options [JINKOOK]

Chapter 2

Seokjin p.o.v

I practically crawled back to my apartment with a whirlpool of emotions circling around my head. I felt like I was slowly sinking into a small black hole where you wouldn't be escaping forever.

I entered my passcode and stumbled inside only to be met with my unemployed brother, sitting on a sofa, eating chips like it's the end of the world.

"Hyung, can you pass me another beer from the fridge?" He asked not even bothering to spare a glance at his worn out brother. "I'm too lazy to get up."

I sighed and removed my snow covered boots. How long is he gonna stay with me?

I strolled into the kitchen and fetch Taehyung a beer can. The brat didn't look my way as he was busy watching something on his phone.

"Can you believe it?" Taehyung asked, taking a sip from his beer. "I asked Jungkook for a nude but he just says no."

I clenched my hands into fists. Yes, that's right. Taehyung is not only jobless. He's also an asshole.

I wished I met Jungkook first. I will never be treating him like shit, the way Taehyung does.

"Stop bothering Jungkook with shitty requests, you horny ass." I snapped angrily.

Taehyung looked at me for the first time since I stepped back into the apartment. Must've noticed the creases on my forehead.

"Are you alright hyung?" I know he wasn't concerned. Not even a bit.

"Does it matter?" I snatched away the beer can from his hand. "You're twenty-four for Pete's sake. Get some brains."

Taehyung looked puzzled but then a frown crept onto his face. "Are you going for another parent-talk? Cuz I'm not up for it now."

I gritted my teeth so hard that I could hear them clattering. "Then try to be a little respectful towards your boyfriend. He's not an object for you to use Taehyung."

With that, I tossed the half-emptied can into the nearest bin and stormed off into my room.

I slammed the door behind me and pushed back against it, panting hard. For the first time in my life, I wished he was never my brother. He had been nothing but trouble from the very beginning and all I ever did was save him from them. I can't even remember how many times I had to beg the arrogant fat policeman to spare this jerk whether it's for drugs or exceeding speed limits or groping asses in public. He was wasted and wouldn't give a shit about anyone. Including his own boyfriend.

You're probably thinking what happened to my parents. Oh, they're alright. Just left the country a few years ago leaving a headache to me. Maybe they're lucky.

Speaking about his boyfriend -and the only boy I've ever fell in love with- Jungkook, he's just one of a kind. Taehyung met him at a small cafe, working as a barista and brought him home. He had this pure, beautiful and angelic looks which could make you stare at him for hours without blinking. And a big heart. God, I still wish I met him first.

Taehyung had nothing impressive to talk about expect for his excellent choice of words. Convincing. Promising. Makes you wanna believe them so badly. I guess that's why Jungkook agreed to date him. His bad.

Even though Jungkook was such an angel, Taehyung never cared to change. He went on cheating behind his back, only calling him in whenever he had brutal sex feelings. Brutal? Yeah, brutal. Terrible. How do I know? Cuz he wasn't ashamed to share such stuff with me.

In the first few months, Taehyung treated him well enough. But then suddenly he became a harsh and irrational jerk, making Jungkook's life a living hell.

I didn't know why Jungkook wanted to stick with him. It's not like Taehyung really loved him. But whenever I questioned about it, he went all silent. Like he never wanted to talk about it.

Then all of a sudden, I started to cough. First it was a just gagging but in a minute the gags turned into a whole fit of coughs.

Noo, not again!!

I knelt down beside the door and coughed, coughed and coughed. Until the rose coloured Camilla petals came flooding down my throat. They flew everywhere around me and landed on the floor. I coughed more.

Yes, whenever I think about him... this happens. Can't help it now, can I?

Hanahaki. That's what Doctor Min called it. Not-so-rare but dreadful disease. Some kinda flower plant growing inside your lungs for the sake of unrequited love. The bigger it gets, the more you suffer.

And I was still in the first pace. Undoubtedly, it'll get worse. Don't have a choice now, do I?

After some more minutes it stopped. I leaned my head against the door and sighed.

Three options left, right?

More like two. If being exact.

Life or death.

Now which one would it be?

I stared at the petals surrounding me. For some reason, the sight of them eased me out. They weren't just regular petals, they were petals made for Jungkook. My sweet little Jungkook.

I wished I could live a little more to stare into his bambi eyes.

I wished I could confront him about my feelings.

I wished he was mine.