Jinkook Short Stories: My Roommate

5

The next morning, Jin woke up with a pounding headache and a heart that felt like it had been ripped in two. His eyes were swollen from crying, and his mouth was dry, the taste of regret still lingering on his tongue. Every breath felt heavy, like the weight of the world was pressing down on his chest, refusing to let him forget what had happened the night before.

He rolled over, staring at the ceiling, wishing he could rewind time, undo everything. The raw confession, the tears, the way Jungkook had looked at him-confused, guilty, but not in love. That was the worst part. Jungkook had listened, but he didn't love him back. He wasn't waiting for Jin with open arms. No, he was probably still in Mingyu's arms, completely oblivious to the emotional wreck Jin had become.

Jin groaned, burying his face in his pillow. He felt like a fool-a lovesick fool who had fallen for someone he could never have. How could he have misread everything so badly? How could he have let himself believe, even for a second, that Jungkook might return his feelings? That kiss-it had meant everything to Jin, but to Jungkook, it had been nothing more than a drunken mistake.

His heart twisted painfully as he forced himself to sit up, rubbing his eyes as the blurry memories of last night began to resurface. The way his hands had trembled when he told Jungkook he loved him, the way his voice had cracked when he confessed how much it hurt to see him with Mingyu. It had been pathetic, really-baring his soul only to have it met with silence.

Jin sighed, his stomach churning with nausea-not from the alcohol, but from the emotional hangover that weighed down on him like a lead blanket. He didn't want to face Jungkook. How could he, after laying everything out so painfully, only to be met with regret?

But there was no avoiding it forever. Jungkook was still his roommate, still the person he had to see every day. The thought of it made Jin's chest tighten. Would Jungkook treat him differently now? Would he pity him, or worse, avoid him? That unbearable awkwardness was already hanging in the air like a fog, threatening to suffocate them both.

Jin ran a hand through his hair and finally stood, though his legs felt weak beneath him. He could hear the soft ticking of the clock in the kitchen, the silence of the empty apartment filling the space. Jungkook wasn't home, and for a moment, Jin felt a wave of relief wash over him. Maybe Jungkook had stayed at Mingyu's place. Maybe he had left early to avoid the inevitable tension between them.

But then, another thought crept in. Maybe Jungkook was avoiding him because he didn't know what to say. Maybe he didn't want to face the reality of what had happened between them-the confession, the kiss, the unspoken feelings hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break.

Jin walked to the kitchen, his heart heavy as he made himself a cup of coffee. The bitter taste did little to wake him up, though. His mind was still clouded with everything that had been left unsaid. He had laid his heart bare, and now there was nothing but emptiness in return. He couldn't even remember how Jungkook had reacted beyond the apology. All Jin could recall was the numbness that followed, the hollow ache that had settled deep in his chest as he retreated into his room.

He sat down at the table, staring blankly at his coffee. His thoughts drifted to Jungkook again. Had he told Mingyu about the confession? Had he laughed it off, brushed it away like it was nothing? The thought twisted like a knife in Jin's gut, a cruel reminder that in Jungkook's world, Jin's love was just an inconvenience, a mistake that needed to be forgotten.

But for Jin, it was everything. Every glance, every smile, every lingering touch had meant something to him. They had built up hope inside him, hope that now felt like poison coursing through his veins. He should've known better. He should've kept his heart guarded. But he hadn't. He'd let Jungkook in, let himself believe in the impossible.

He felt the tears prick at his eyes again, and he blinked them away furiously. He had cried enough last night. There was no point in crying now. Nothing had changed, and nothing would. Jungkook would still be with Mingyu, and Jin would be left alone, nursing the wounds he had foolishly inflicted on himself.

Jin clenched his fists, staring down at the table, his knuckles turning white. He didn't know how he was going to survive this. How could he go back to normal after this? How could he act like nothing had changed when everything between them was different now?

The silence in the apartment was deafening. Every corner, every inch of the space reminded Jin of the life they had built together as roommates-late-night gaming sessions, casual meals, and all the little moments that Jin had cherished, even if Jungkook had never realized their significance. Now, all those memories felt tainted, like a cruel joke that he had played on himself.

He wondered how long it would take before Jungkook came back. Hours? Days? Would he pretend like nothing had happened, or would he acknowledge Jin's confession, awkward and painful as it was? The uncertainty gnawed at Jin, twisting the knife deeper into his chest.

He got up, pacing the apartment, trying to shake off the suffocating weight that had settled over him. But every step only brought him closer to the harsh reality he was trying to avoid: he had confessed, and there was no taking it back. He had poured his heart out, and now all that was left was the gaping emptiness of unreciprocated love.

Jin walked to the window, staring out at the city below, his thoughts still spinning in endless circles. He wanted to leave, to escape this apartment and everything it represented. But where could he go? No matter how far he ran, he would still be trapped by his feelings for Jungkook.

He had always known this day might come, that loving Jungkook would end in heartbreak. But knowing didn't make it hurt any less. If anything, it only made the pain sharper, more unbearable.

He let out a shaky breath, pressing his forehead against the cool glass. Maybe he should just leave. Maybe he should move out and put some distance between them. Living with Jungkook was a constant reminder of everything he couldn't have, and it was tearing him apart.

But even as the thought crossed his mind, Jin knew he wouldn't do it. He couldn't leave. Not yet. Not when a part of him still held on to the faintest glimmer of hope, no matter how painful it was.

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