Till death do us part [ j.jk × p.jm ]

chapter 35

In the dimly lit ambiance of the pub, Hoseok and Jungkook sat in silence, their thoughts echoing amidst the clinking of glasses and murmurs of other patrons. Hoseok took a slow sip of his beer, his expression contemplative as he considered Jungkook's words.

" Yes... It gets a lot more complicated," Hoseok finally spoke, his voice carrying the weight of understanding.

Jungkook let out a heavy sigh, his hand gripping the glass tightly as he echoed Hoseok's sentiment. "Fuck it," he muttered, lifting the glass to his lips and taking a long swallow.

Hoseok furrowed his brow, studying Jungkook intently. "What?" he inquired, his confusion evident.

Jungkook set the glass down with a resolute thud, his gaze fixed on a distant point. "He was right," he confessed, his voice tinged with self-reproach. "I'm selfish. And I should go and leave him. I don't want to hurt him anymore."

Hoseok's eyes widened in surprise, his mind racing to comprehend Jungkook's sudden admission. "But you'll hurt him by leaving him, Jungkook," he interjected, his voice laced with concern. He scrutinized Jungkook's face, searching for any sign of wavering resolve.

Jungkook met Hoseok's gaze head-on, his own eyes burning with a mixture of anger and pain. "Didn't you hear that?" he snapped, frustration seeping into his tone. "He broke up with me because he doesn't want to be the third wheel! And he's right."

As the evening wore on, Jungkook trudged wearily back to his apartment, the weight of the day's events still lingering heavily on his shoulders. With a heavy sigh, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, the familiar surroundings offering little solace from the turmoil within.

Determined to push aside the lingering thoughts of his altercation with Taehyung, Jungkook resolved to focus on the present moment. Deep down, he harbored a glimmer of hope that they could find a way to mend their fractured relationship and move forward together.

With each step down the hallway, Jungkook shed the burdens of the day, stripping off his leather jacket on the nearest hook. The lines of exhaustion etched deep into his features, a testament to the emotional toll of the day's events.

As he entered the living room, his gaze fell upon a figure sprawled across the couch, bathed in the soft glow of lamplight. Jimin lay there, his eyes closed in peaceful slumber, a sketchbook nestled against his chest.

Jungkook's heart softened at the sight of Jimin, his exhaustion giving way to a wave of tenderness. Despite the weariness that weighed heavily upon him, Jimin remained steadfast in his pursuit of his passion, his dedication to his craft unwavering.

As Jungkook stood by the couch, his hand hovering hesitantly over Jimin's forehead, a torrent of conflicting emotions surged within him. With a gentle touch, he brushed aside a stray strand of hair, his fingers lingering for a fleeting moment against Jimin's skin.

But as his touch lingered, a haunting echo of Taehyung's words reverberated in his mind, a reminder of the tumultuous conversation that had unfolded between them. 'And I also have a feeling that you might like Jimin..' The words hung in the air like a specter, casting a shadow over Jungkook's thoughts.

A surge of panic seized him, and Jungkook hastily withdrew his hand as if scalded by the touch. "What the hell am I doing..." he muttered under his breath, the weight of uncertainty pressing down upon him like a suffocating blanket. His heart raced with a mixture of fear and confusion, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting desires and doubts.

But even as he cursed his own folly, Jungkook found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the slumbering figure before him. Jimin lay there, his features softened in sleep, a portrait of tranquility amidst the chaos of their tangled emotions.