Jungkook often found himself lost in a whirlwind of emotions. The little things Taehyung did-those innocent, affectionate gestures-made Jungkook's heart flutter. The gentle kisses on his earlobe, the way Taehyung would bury his face in Jungkook's neck, or how he clung to him during their cozy moments together, all spoke volumes to Jungkook. Yet, Taehyung's words and actions remained frustratingly ambiguous.
Despite Taehyung's seemingly oblivious and innocent demeanor, Jungkook couldn't help but feel the sting of unspoken words and suppressed feelings. Whenever Taehyung would pull him close, his breath warm against Jungkook's skin, or when he would jokingly claim that Jungkook was his, Jungkook's heart ached with longing. The possessiveness and affection were clear, but the absence of explicit acknowledgment of their deeper connection was a constant source of pain.
Jungkook spent many nights lying awake, contemplating why Taehyung seemed to be comfortable showing his affection in private but hesitant to address their feelings openly. The juxtaposition of Taehyung's behavior and his reluctance to label their relationship or openly express his feelings left Jungkook in a state of emotional turmoil.
He would watch Taehyung as he went about his day, his heart skipping a beat every time Taehyung's gaze lingered a little too long or his touch was a bit more intimate. Jungkook's heart would race with the hope that Taehyung might finally acknowledge the depth of his feelings, but every time, Taehyung's actions were met with casual, almost innocent explanations.
The contrast between Taehyung's tender, affectionate actions and his avoidance of discussing their relationship left Jungkook feeling both cherished and painfully frustrated. The silent hope that Taehyung might one day reveal the truth behind his feelings lingered, but it was often overshadowed by the uncertainty and heartache of unspoken words.
As the days passed, Jungkook grappled with these conflicting emotions, yearning for clarity while holding onto the small moments of affection that he had come to cherish.
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On Jungkook's birthday, the memories of his 16th birthday hung heavy, a reminder of the complex emotions and unanswered questions that had plagued him since then. But he had learned to mask his feelings, putting on a brave face as they celebrated.
The day unfolded like a well-rehearsed script. They visited their parents and enjoyed a party filled with laughter and heartfelt wishes. Later, as the evening waned, they retreated to their apartment to wind down. Without much thought, they chose a romantic movie-a choice that felt oddly fitting despite their usual preference for something less sentimental.
The movie played on, its soft glow casting gentle shadows around the room. They snuggled on the couch, their bodies pressed close in a comfortable, familiar way. The film's romantic tension seeped into their own space, creating an atmosphere thick with unspoken emotions. As the characters on the screen shared a passionate kiss, Jungkook and Taehyung found themselves drawn closer, their breaths mingling as the intensity of the moment swept over them.
Without fully realizing what was happening, they leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. The contact was electric, stirring something deep within both of them. Lost in the heat of the moment, the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more consuming. It was a moment of pure, unguarded connection-a release of all the pent-up affection and longing that had been building between them.
But as quickly as it began, the reality of what had just transpired hit Taehyung like a cold splash of water. He pulled away abruptly, his eyes wide with shock and regret. "I'm sorry," he muttered, his voice strained. The words tumbled out, almost frantic, as he scrambled to his feet, avoiding Jungkook's gaze. Without another word, he fled to his room, leaving Jungkook alone on the couch.
Jungkook sat there, his heart pounding, feeling the sting of abandonment on his birthday. The warmth of the kiss lingered on his lips, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been. He stared at the empty space where Taehyung had been, feeling the hurt and confusion settle in.
The silence of the apartment felt heavy, almost oppressive, as Jungkook tried to process what had just happened. Taehyung's sudden retreat left him feeling vulnerable and exposed, the unanswered questions and unspoken words hanging between them like a thick fog. He could still feel the echoes of Taehyung's touch and the lingering taste of the kiss, but the absence of his presence was a painful reminder of the emotional distance that still existed.
As the night wore on, Jungkook's thoughts raced, struggling to make sense of the evening's events. The birthday that had once been a day of celebration had turned into a poignant reminder of the complexities and uncertainties of his relationship with Taehyung.
For the next few days, Jungkook sensed a palpable shift in the atmosphere of their apartment. Taehyung, who had always been his affectionate, playful self, now seemed to be avoiding him. The once vibrant and warm interactions were replaced with a tense, almost suffocating silence. Taehyung's sudden withdrawal left Jungkook in a state of emotional turmoil.
Every day, Jungkook grappled with questions that echoed in his mind like a relentless storm: Did Taehyung hate him now? Did he regret the kiss? Was their friendship over? The uncertainty gnawed at him, creating a heavy weight in his chest that made it hard to breathe. He found himself withdrawing into his own thoughts, feeling isolated and increasingly exhausted.
His artistic work, once a source of solace and expression, began to reflect his inner turmoil. The canvases he filled with vibrant colors and hopeful strokes now bore the marks of his anguish. Those who understood art could see the pain etched into each piece-the once joyful hues now tinged with somber shades, the brushstrokes more erratic and desperate. His paintings, once an outlet for his deepest emotions, had become a canvas for his heartbreak.
In their shared spaces, Jungkook would catch glimpses of Taehyung, who would quickly avert his gaze or slip away from the room, as if afraid to confront the tension between them. The silence between them was suffocating, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. Every time Jungkook tried to bridge the gap, Taehyung's responses were curt or evasive, further deepening his sense of despair.
Jungkook's exhaustion was not just physical but emotional, a reflection of the mental strain he was under. He felt weak, drained by the constant mental gymnastics of wondering what had gone wrong and what the future held for their relationship. The once-clear boundaries of their friendship had become blurred, and the comforting familiarity of Taehyung's presence was now tainted by doubt and confusion.
The days dragged on, each one blending into the next as Jungkook struggled to make sense of his fractured world. The apartment, once a haven of shared dreams and quiet moments, now felt like a place of emotional conflict and uncertainty. He longed for clarity, for a resolution to the painful questions that haunted him, but for now, he was left to navigate the murky waters of his feelings alone, with only his art to give voice to the pain he couldn't express.
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Kookie is so me. A person with a cursed birthday. I'm so sorry (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )
I made a mess again. I don't want to hurt him but I just can't write a happy birthday.
And I had a fight with my brother and father today too so it's only umm. I write stuff to make my pain go away. But after writing such things I feel even more miserable and stupid🙄🤡.
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YOU ARE READING
Call me HYUNG!
FanficThe moment they met Tae had been asking Jungkook to call him Hyung as he's older but he doesn't. Will he ever call him that? And under what circumstances?
