Jinkook Short Stories: My Roommate

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"Jin of BTS will pre-release his song titled 'I'll Be There' tomorrow from his album HAPPY, which will be fully released this November."

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The days dragged on, each one heavier than the last. Jin tried to stay out of Jungkook’s way, but it was impossible to completely avoid him. They still lived together, -- he don't know how to find out--shared the same space, and no matter how much Jin tried to distance himself, there were always those moments—those fleeting seconds when their eyes would meet across the room, and the air would grow thick with everything they weren’t saying.

Jin was trying to rebuild his walls, protect himself from the emotional wreckage, but every time Jungkook smiled, or even looked at him with those familiar eyes, the cracks widened. He was crumbling, and he hated himself for it. Even worse, he hated that a part of him still longed for things to go back to the way they were before. But they couldn’t, not now.

And then there was Mingyu. His presence loomed large over their apartment, even when he wasn’t there. It was obvious to Jin that Mingyu had noticed something was off. The way he clung to Jungkook whenever they were together, the possessive hand on his arm, the subtle glances shot in Jin’s direction—it all screamed insecurity. Mingyu knew there was something between him and Jungkook, even if neither Jin nor Jungkook were willing to admit it out loud.

One evening, Jin came home to find the atmosphere in the apartment even more tense than usual. Jungkook and Mingyu were in the living room, but something was different. There was an edge to their voices, a tension that clung to every word they exchanged. Jin hovered near the door, unsure whether to enter or leave them alone. But before he could make a decision, he heard Mingyu’s voice, sharp and accusing.

“You’re avoiding me,” Mingyu said, his tone low but pointed. “You’ve been distant ever since that night.”

Jin froze. He knew exactly what night Mingyu was referring to—the night Jin had confessed. His heart pounded in his chest as he leaned against the wall, listening even though he knew he shouldn’t.

“I’m not avoiding you,” Jungkook replied, though his voice lacked conviction. “I’ve just been… busy.”

Mingyu scoffed, clearly not buying it. “Busy? Or distracted by something else?” His gaze flickered toward Jin’s room, and Jin’s stomach twisted. He felt like an intruder, like he was caught in the middle of a fight that wasn’t his to witness, but he couldn’t bring himself to move.

Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Mingyu, don’t start.”

“No, I want to know,” Mingyu pressed, his voice rising. “Do you still want to be with me, or am I wasting my time?”

Jungkook hesitated, and in that moment of silence, Jin felt his heart stop. The weight of everything hung in the air, and for the first time, Jin saw the cracks in Jungkook’s carefully constructed facade.

“Mingyu…” Jungkook’s voice was soft, uncertain. “It’s not that simple.”

Mingyu’s eyes flashed with anger, frustration bubbling to the surface. “It is that simple, Jungkook! Either you want me, or you don’t. But you can’t keep stringing me along while you figure out your feelings for him.”

Jin’s breath caught in his throat. He knew this was about him now—he could feel it in the way Mingyu’s voice trembled with barely contained rage. The room felt suffocating, like the walls were closing in on him. He wanted to run, to hide from the confrontation that was unfolding in front of him, but his legs felt like lead, rooting him to the spot.

“Mingyu, please,” Jungkook said, his voice breaking slightly. “I’m trying to figure things out.”

Mingyu let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You know what? No. I’m done. I’m not going to wait around for you to make up your mind. You can have him, Jungkook. Maybe that’s what you wanted all along.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock, but before he could respond, Mingyu turned on his heel, heading for the door. He pushed past Jin without a word, his eyes blazing with anger and hurt. The door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing through the apartment like a gunshot.

For a moment, there was only silence. Jin stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn’t believe what had just happened—Mingyu had left, and now it was just him and Jungkook, standing on opposite sides of a battlefield that neither of them had wanted to enter.

Jungkook turned slowly to face Jin, his expression unreadable. His eyes were dark, filled with a mix of emotions that Jin couldn’t quite decipher—guilt, confusion, and something else, something deeper.

“I…” Jungkook started, but the words caught in his throat. He took a step toward Jin, his hands trembling slightly. “I didn’t want it to end like this.”

Jin swallowed, his heart aching at the sight of Jungkook standing there, so vulnerable and lost. He knew this wasn’t his fault—none of this was—but a part of him couldn’t shake the guilt that gnawed at his insides. He had been the catalyst, the one who had set this chain of events into motion with his confession. And now, everything was falling apart.

Jungkook’s voice was barely a whisper when he spoke again. “Jin… what do we do now?”

Jin felt a lump rise in his throat, the weight of the question pressing down on him like a heavy blanket. He didn’t know. He didn’t have the answers.

All he knew was that the delicate balance they had been living in was gone, shattered by the truth that had finally come to light.

“I don’t know, Jungkook,” Jin whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know what happens next.”

They stood there in silence, the tension between them thick and unyielding. Jin could feel the walls closing in on them, the weight of their unresolved feelings pushing them to the edge of something neither of them were ready for. The lines between friendship and something more had blurred, and now they were teetering on the edge of a cliff, unsure of whether to fall or step back.

And then, without warning, Jungkook closed the distance between them, his hands cupping Jin’s face with a tenderness that took Jin’s breath away. His eyes searched Jin’s, as if looking for permission, for reassurance, for something to hold onto in the chaos that surrounded them.

Jin’s heart raced, his mind spinning with confusion and desire. He knew this moment was dangerous, that it could change everything between them forever. But in that split second, with Jungkook’s hands on his face and the weight of the world pressing down on them, Jin couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

And so, when Jungkook leaned in, closing the distance between them, Jin didn’t stop him.

The kiss was soft, hesitant at first, as if Jungkook was testing the waters. But then, something shifted, and the kiss deepened, filled with all the emotions they had been holding back for so long. It was desperate, hungry, a release of everything they had kept bottled up for far too long.

Jin’s hands tangled in Jungkook’s hair, pulling him closer, their bodies pressed together in a way that felt both foreign and familiar all at once. The world outside faded away, and for a brief, fleeting moment, there was only them—Jin and Jungkook, tangled in each other, lost in the intensity of their emotions.

But as the kiss broke, reality crashed down around them. Jin pulled back, his chest heaving as he stared at Jungkook, his heart pounding with both fear and longing.

“We can’t…” Jin whispered, though his voice lacked conviction.

Jungkook’s eyes were filled with uncertainty, but there was also something else—a spark of hope that Jin hadn’t seen before. “Why not?” he asked softly.

Jin’s heart ached at the question.

Why not?

Because everything between them was too complicated, too messy.

Because they were standing on the edge of something that could either destroy them or bring them closer together.

And Jin wasn’t sure which one it would be.

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