Jinkook Short Stories: My Roommate

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Jin's heart was still racing, his lips tingling from the contact. He couldn't speak. He couldn't move. All he could do was sit there, staring at Jungkook, wondering if this was a dream.

But it wasn't. It was real.

Too real.

Jin couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. It played over and over in his mind, a moment frozen in time that he couldn't escape. Every time he closed his eyes, he felt Jungkook's lips on his, soft and fleeting, yet enough to send his heart spiraling into chaos.

He knew it didn't mean anything. Jungkook was drunk, and it was a mistake. But for Jin, it was everything. That brief kiss cracked open the dam he had been holding back for so long, and now all the feelings he had tried so desperately to hide were spilling out uncontrollably.

A week had passed since the incident, and Jungkook hadn't brought it up. Neither had Jin. It was like they had silently agreed to pretend it never happened, but the tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife. Every time their eyes met, Jin felt his breath catch, and Jungkook always looked away, his expression unreadable.

But tonight, Jin had had enough. He couldn't keep pretending, couldn't keep bottling everything up inside. So when Jungkook came back from a night out, this time alone, Jin made a decision that he knew he couldn't take back.

Jin was already half-drunk when Jungkook stumbled into the apartment, his head swimming with liquid courage. He had been trying to drown his feelings in a bottle of soju, but all it had done was make them burn hotter. The alcohol only made him more desperate, more reckless.

"Jin?" Jungkook's voice was soft as he entered the living room, surprised to see Jin still awake, his face flushed from the drinks.

Jin looked up at him, his eyes glossy from the alcohol and something deeper. His heart was pounding, louder than the music Jungkook had been listening to all night. His chest ached, and before he could stop himself, the words tumbled out, raw and broken.

"I love you."

Jungkook froze. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, neither of them moved. The silence hung heavy between them, punctuated only by the sound of the clock ticking on the wall.

Jungkook finally broke the silence. "Jin... you're drunk."

"Maybe," Jin slurred, standing shakily, his emotions tumbling out as if the alcohol had dissolved every filter he once had. "But that doesn't make it any less true."

Jungkook took a step back, his brow furrowing in confusion. "You don't mean that."

"I do!" Jin's voice cracked, his frustration spilling over. "I've meant it for so long, but you're so blind, Jungkook. You flirt, you smile, you make me feel like I'm the only one... but then you go back to Mingyu like none of it matters. Like I don't matter."

Jungkook's face softened, but he still seemed lost, uncertain how to respond. "Jin, I didn't-"

"You don't get it," Jin interrupted, shaking his head. "That kiss... it meant everything to me. And I know it didn't mean anything to you. But I can't pretend anymore."

Jungkook stared at him, the weight of Jin's confession settling heavily on his shoulders. "I don't know what to say..."

"Don't say anything," Jin whispered, the tears threatening to spill. "I just needed you to know. Because if I keep this in any longer, it'll destroy me."

Jungkook took a cautious step forward, reaching out as if to comfort him, but Jin flinched back, his heart breaking all over again. "Don't," Jin said quietly. "I don't need your pity, Jungkook. I just need the truth."

Jungkook hesitated, his hand falling to his side. "Jin, I never meant to hurt you. I didn't know..."

"That's the problem," Jin whispered, his voice shaking. "You never knew. You never even noticed."

The silence was deafening, the weight of Jin's words sinking into the space between them. For a moment, Jungkook looked like he might say something, but instead, he lowered his gaze, avoiding Jin's eyes.

"I'm sorry," was all Jungkook could manage.

Jin felt his heart shatter into a thousand pieces. He had hoped for something, anything more than an apology. But deep down, he had always known that this was how it would end.

"I don't want your apology, Jungkook," Jin whispered, tears sliding down his cheeks. "I just wanted you to see me."

Jungkook stood there, his face etched with guilt and confusion, but still, he didn't move, didn't reach out. And that silence, that hesitation, was all the answer Jin needed.

With a heavy heart, Jin turned away, his chest tightening with every step he took towards his room. As he reached the door, he paused, looking back at Jungkook one last time. "I guess you never will."

Jin disappeared into his room, closing the door softly behind him, leaving Jungkook alone in the quiet of the night, haunted by the words he wasn't sure how to respond to.