Jinkook Short Stories: My Roommate

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Jungkook found himself feeling more at ease with Jin, yet the lingering jealousy over Taehyung's presence in Jin's life still gnawed at him. It wasn't that he didn't want Jin to have friends or people to admire. It was just that every time Jin brought up Taehyung's name or excitedly shared a quote from one of Taehyung's books, Jungkook couldn't help but feel like he was competing for a place in Jin's heart.

One evening, as they sat together on the couch, Jin scrolling through his phone and Jungkook pretending to be focused on a show, Jin suddenly laughed-a soft, warm sound that pulled Jungkook's attention immediately.

"What's so funny?" Jungkook asked, not entirely able to hide his curiosity or the tinge of jealousy in his voice.

"Oh, it's nothing," Jin replied, still smiling at his phone. "Taehyung posted a funny story on his social media. It's just... he has this way of looking at the world, you know? It makes me laugh every time."

Jungkook's jaw tightened, and he let out a nonchalant hum, though his mind was racing. Here we go again. Taehyung this, Taehyung that.

After a few moments, Jin noticed Jungkook's tense expression. He put his phone down, turning to face him with a concerned look. "Jungkook... is something wrong?"

Jungkook hesitated, his mind battling between honesty and the fear of sounding petty. But the truth was already on the tip of his tongue, his frustration simmering too long to keep bottled up.

"I just..." He exhaled sharply, his eyes focused on the floor. "I just don't get it, Jin. What's so special about Taehyung? You talk about him all the time, and it feels like... I don't know. Like I'm invisible or something."

Jin's eyes widened in surprise, a flash of understanding crossing his face. "Jungkook, I didn't realize you felt that way." He reached out, placing a gentle hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "It's not like that. I admire Taehyung's work, but you... you're so much more to me than that. You're my best friend."

Jungkook's chest tightened, the weight of his insecurities suddenly feeling small under Jin's reassuring touch. "I know," he muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed now. "I guess I just... I don't like the thought of anyone being more important to you than... than me."

Jin's expression softened, and he gently cupped Jungkook's face, forcing him to meet his gaze. "No one could ever replace you, Jungkook. You're the most important person in my life, and nothing-no book, no author, no one-will change that."

Jungkook's heart swelled at Jin's words, and for a moment, he felt all the tension drain away. He reached up, placing his hand over Jin's, holding it against his cheek as he looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry. I know it sounds childish, but... I just needed to hear that."

Jin smiled softly, his thumb brushing against Jungkook's cheek. "It's okay. We all get insecure sometimes. But just remember, you're the one who's here with me, who shares these moments with me. You're the one I trust."

Jungkook nodded, feeling the warmth of Jin's words seep into him, soothing every ounce of jealousy and doubt he had been carrying. With Jin's hand still cradling his face, he leaned in slightly, drawn by the warmth between them.

But then he paused, hesitating, as if waiting for Jin's permission. Jin's eyes softened, and with a gentle smile, he leaned in, closing the distance between them in a soft, lingering kiss. It was gentle, unhurried, and filled with all the unspoken emotions they had both been holding back.

When they finally pulled away, Jin's smile was wider, his eyes shining with warmth and affection. "See?" he whispered. "No one else but you, Jungkook."

Jungkook's heart felt like it could burst, and he managed a shy smile, pulling Jin into a tight hug. For the first time in a while, he felt secure, loved, and whole-and he knew he never wanted to let Jin go.

•••••

Jin started to notice a shift in Jungkook's behavior. He wasn't meeting up with Mingyu as much, and their once frequent outings had nearly stopped altogether. At first, Jin didn't think much of it, assuming it was just a busy season or that Jungkook and Mingyu were simply caught up in their own lives. But as more time passed, curiosity gnawed at him, and he couldn't help but wonder if something deeper had happened between them.

One evening, as they were cooking dinner together, Jin finally mustered up the courage to ask.

"Hey, Jungkook?" Jin's voice was soft, careful, as he stirred the pot. "I've noticed you haven't been hanging out with Mingyu as much lately... is everything okay?"

Jungkook froze for a moment, his hand hovering over the ingredients he was chopping. He looked away, a faint smile pulling at his lips as he shrugged. "Yeah, we just... haven't been spending much time together. We actually talked about it, and it turns out... neither of us felt what we thought we did."

Jin's eyes widened slightly, his heart racing at the unexpected answer. "Oh," he said quietly, his tone a mix of surprise and something he couldn't quite name. "I didn't know you two had talked about it."

"Yeah," Jungkook continued, his voice softer, almost introspective. "We both realized that what we felt wasn't... well, it wasn't really love. Maybe a bit of infatuation or curiosity, but not love. We decided it was best to just stay friends."

There was a hint of relief in Jungkook's voice, and Jin couldn't help but notice the way his shoulders relaxed, as if a weight had been lifted. Jin tried to keep his own reaction calm, though inside, a surge of hope and happiness was bubbling up.

"I'm glad you both figured it out," Jin said gently, glancing over at Jungkook. "Sometimes... things just aren't meant to be, and it's better to realize it sooner rather than later."

Jungkook looked at Jin, a soft smile forming as he nodded. "Yeah, exactly. I guess I thought I was looking for something with him that I... actually already have," he admitted, his gaze lingering on Jin.

Jin's heart skipped a beat at Jungkook's words. He could feel his cheeks growing warm under Jungkook's gaze, and he turned his attention back to the pot, trying to keep his voice steady. "And what's that?"

Jungkook took a breath, his voice quiet but sincere. "Someone who just... understands me. Who makes me feel like I'm enough, just the way I am."

The words hung in the air, unspoken feelings filling the silence between them. Jin could feel his heart racing, but this time it was from the undeniable warmth spreading through him.

"I hope you know you've always been enough, Jungkook," Jin murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

Jungkook moved closer, his hand resting gently on Jin's shoulder. "It took me a while to realize that. But I think... I think I see it now."

They stood there in the quiet of their small kitchen, each of them feeling the weight of emotions they had been holding back for so long. For the first time, Jin felt like the wall between them was slowly crumbling, and as he looked up into Jungkook's eyes, he felt a flicker of something he'd been afraid to hope for.

Jin smiled softly, his heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. "I'm glad you're here," he whispered.

Jungkook's hand lingered on Jin's shoulder, his own smile widening as he replied, "Me too, Jin. Me too."

Thanks for standing by ☺️.

By the way, keep streaming Jin's song - it has such good vibes!