As the weeks went by, the conversation about Jungkook lingered in Yoongi's mind like a haunting melody that he couldn't shake. Despite his efforts to focus on his studies and enjoy the time spent with Namjoon and Hoseok, the thought of reaching out to Jungkook gnawed at him. The memories of their friendship, the warmth they once shared, and the love that had been extinguished left an ache in his chest that he couldn't ignore.
But how could he face Jungkook after everything? The bridge had been burned, and the guilt of their last argument weighed heavily on him. Yoongi often replayed the moment in his head—the hurtful words exchanged, the confrontation that spiraled out of control. It felt like a lifetime ago, yet the pain of that split was still fresh.
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the streets as Yoongi wandered through a local park, savoring the crisp autumn air. It had been weeks since he had truly opened up to Hoseok and Namjoon about his feelings for Jungkook, but their encouragement had sparked a change in him. He was learning to let go of the past and embrace new beginnings. This newfound mindset led him to cross paths with Taehyung one fateful afternoon. Their chemistry was instant, and a friendship quickly blossomed into something deeper.
They spent their days exploring the city, sharing secrets and laughter, and soon their connection morphed into a romantic relationship that felt both exhilarating and comforting. Yoongi found himself smiling more, the shadows of his past gradually fading as he immersed himself in the present with Taehyung by his side. The two often visited their favorite restaurants, indulging in delicious meals and playful banter, as their bond deepened.
Meanwhile, Jungkook was wandering the streets, his stomach grumbling as he searched for something to satisfy his late-night cravings. It had been three years since graduation, and while he had tried to move on, memories of Yoongi lingered in the back of his mind like a bittersweet melody. As he strolled through the restaurant district, his thoughts drifted to Yoongi—their last argument, the hurtful words, and the way their friendship had crumbled. He shook his head, trying to push those feelings aside, but they were ever-present.
As he turned a corner, Jungkook froze in place, his heart skipping a beat. There, sitting at an outdoor table, were Yoongi and Taehyung. It took a moment for him to process what he was seeing. Yoongi looked different—his hair longer and cascading around his face, his features more refined and striking. He was laughing, his eyes sparkling with joy, and Jungkook felt an ache in his chest that he hadn't anticipated. The same warmth that had enveloped him during their friendship rushed back, a reminder of everything they had once shared.
Jungkook stood there, a mix of disbelief and heartache coursing through him. Was this real? He hadn't seen Yoongi since graduation, and the sight of him looking so happy with Taehyung sent a wave of conflicting emotions crashing over him. There was no doubt in Jungkook's mind—Yoongi had found love, and it was evident that he was cherished.
Feeling overwhelmed, Jungkook turned and made his way to Namjoon and Hoseok's apartment, his heart pounding with every step. The sight of Yoongi and Taehyung was seared into his mind, and he needed to talk to someone about what he had seen. As he approached the familiar building, he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself before knocking on the door.
Namjoon opened it, his expression shifting from surprise to concern. "Jungkook! What's wrong?"
"I saw Yoongi," Jungkook blurted out, his voice shaky as he stepped inside. "He was with Taehyung. They looked... really happy."
Hoseok, who had been lounging on the couch, perked up at the mention of Yoongi's name. "What do you mean? Like, together?"
"Yeah," Jungkook replied, the weight of the moment crashing down on him. "I didn't know what to do. I just stood there, watching them."
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Hate To Want You | YoonKook {COMPLETED}
ФанфикJungkook and Yoongi, they were known to not get along. They loathed each other. Or so they thought. Deep down they actually had a strong love for one another but they wouldn't admit it, until the night of their friend's party. Confessions and mis...