Three Options [JINKOOK]

Chapter 8

Warning⚠️-Verbal Abuse

Seokjin p.o.v

I was going to confront Jungkook about my feelings, the first thing on next morning. I had a sleepless night planning how to confess him. Whether it should be over a breakfast at a diner or just home. 

I woke up earlier on Sunday, feeling nervous. I dropped him a message to meet me at Alexandros 8 o'clock. Then I put on a grey sweater with matching pants and combed my hair, a little careful than other days. I checked on Taehyung, who was fast asleep on his bed and wondered if i should tell him first. 

Should I? 

Maybe not. What if Jungkook rejects me? What if he slap me across the face an tell me to keep it in my pants? 

I sighed and shook my head. First things first. I closed the door back quietly and walked out of the apartment. 

It was just a ten minute walk to Alexandros. I sat at a booth in the back and ordered a smoothie. I sipped on it slowly, waiting for Jungkook to arrive. 

Except for he didn't. 

It was almost 8.30 and he wasn't there. I drew out my phone from the pocket and checked his chat line. No replies. Not even viewed my last message. I dialled his number and as expected, it went into voice mail. I tried again. Same result. 

Jungkook had been an orphan since his birth. He didn't know who his parents were and never cared to find out. He had a small cozy place to live, closer to the cafe he worked at and he was happy. Except for the thing he had with Taehyung, anyway. We always had Jungkook over for the weekend on Sunday mornings. He helped me with baking stuff and cleaning too. He never had missed it. Never.   

I started to worry. Why isn't he answering the phone? Is he asleep? Is he mad at Taehyung for what he did the previous day? And me too?

I slid out of the booth and headed back home. It was chilly outside in mid-December and the snow fall had picked up it's pace. Just another week for Christmas.

When I entered through the main door, Taehyung was watching tv on the couch as usual. He was still in his PJs and he glanced at me briefly. 

"Where'd you go hyung? I'm freaking hungry." 

"Did Jungkook call you?" I asked urgently, not even remembering to remove my snow covered boots and muffler. 

Taehyung shrugged. "Shouldn't he be here any minute now?" 

"I know, but he isn't answering my calls." Then my voice turned into a bitter, angry one. "What the fuck did you do with him yesterday?"

Taehyung looked astonished for a moment. "W-What are you fucking talking about?"

"Let's face it Taehyung" I said in a stern voice. "You'd been nothing but an asshole to Jungkookie the whole time. You did things to him he didn't liked or asked for. Y-You.."

"You stay out of my boyfriend's life." Taehyung shouted, getting up from the couch. 

"He's a human for fuck's sake Taehyung." I cried. "You fucking don't use him as a toy."

Taehyung inched closer to me with raging eyes. "I told you once. Stay away from Jungkook. He's mine and I do whatever I want with him. I want to fuck him, I fuck him. I wanna fucking choke him, I choke him. And if I wanna fucking kill-"

And I slapped him. Slapped him so hard, that I heard his lip burst open. He looked at me with furious eyes and spat his blood onto the carpet. I panted harshly, adrenaline pumping through my veins.