Jinkook Short Stories: My Roommate

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The night was calm as Jin and Taehyung strolled back from their hangout, their laughter filling the air as they exchanged stories and jokes. Jin felt lighthearted, grateful to have a friend like Taehyung who always knew how to cheer him up.

They reached the front of the house, the porch bathed in a soft glow from the streetlight. Taehyung clapped Jin on the shoulder, giving him a warm, friendly smile.

“Thanks for tonight, Jin,” Taehyung said, his voice sincere. “It’s been a while since I’ve laughed this much.”

Jin chuckled, shrugging casually. “Anytime, Tae. You always know how to bring out the fun side of me.”

As they hugged in their usual friendly way, Jin noticed Jungkook watching from the window, his gaze unreadable. Jin tried not to dwell on it, figuring Jungkook wouldn’t mind him spending time with Taehyung. But he could tell something wasn’t right.

Taehyung pulled back, giving Jin one last wave before heading off into the night. Jin stepped inside, feeling the warmth of the evening lingering on his skin, unaware of how deeply Jungkook’s expression had shifted as he watched them.

•••••

The clock had long struck midnight when Jin heard the sound of stumbling footsteps near his room. Curious, he opened the door to see Jungkook, leaning against the wall, his face flushed and his movements unsteady. Jin recognized the signs immediately—Jungkook was drunk.

“Jungkook?” Jin’s voice was soft, worried as he approached. “Are you okay?”

Jungkook looked up, his eyes glazed but filled with an intensity that sent a shiver through Jin. His voice was raw, laced with the weight of the emotions he’d kept hidden. “I saw you with Taehyung tonight,” he slurred, trying to stand straighter. “Did he… kiss you?”

Jin’s eyes widened, caught off guard by the question. “What? No, Jungkook, Taehyung didn’t kiss me,” he said gently, stepping closer. “We’re just friends.”

But Jungkook didn’t seem convinced, his gaze drifting away as he swallowed hard. “Then why… why do I feel like this?” His voice broke, and he let out a frustrated sigh, raking a hand through his hair. “Why does it feel like my chest is on fire every time I see you with him?”

“Jungkook…” Jin reached out, his hand brushing against Jungkook’s arm. “You don’t have to feel like this. Taehyung’s just a friend.”

Jungkook shook his head, pulling his arm away, his movements almost desperate. “No, you don’t understand, Jin,” he muttered, his voice thick with the weight of the confession he’d been hiding. “I can’t… I can’t pretend anymore.”

Jin’s breath caught in his throat as Jungkook’s words settled between them, heavy and filled with a meaning he had barely dared to hope for. “What are you saying?”

Jungkook looked down, his gaze clouded with a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. “I’m saying… I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the line, I fell for you, Jin. I know I screwed things up, and I’ve tried to ignore it, but seeing you tonight, laughing with Taehyung, it made me realize just how much you mean to me.”

Before Jin could respond, Jungkook took a step forward, closing the space between them. “I know I’ve hurt you, and I know I have no right to feel this way, but… I can’t hold it back anymore.”

Without warning, Jungkook leaned in, capturing Jin’s lips in a desperate, heated kiss, one that held all the feelings he had kept buried for so long. Jin’s mind went blank, his heart pounding as he instinctively returned the kiss, his hands finding their way to Jungkook’s shoulders.

For a moment, everything else faded away, and all that existed was the warmth of Jungkook’s lips against his, the intensity of his touch, and the depth of the emotions they had both kept hidden.

When they finally pulled apart, Jungkook’s face was flushed, his eyes shining with a vulnerability Jin had never seen before. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry for everything,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I was so scared of what I felt that I tried to ignore it. But now… I don’t want to hide anymore.”

Jin looked at him, his heart swelling with emotions he could no longer deny. He reached up, brushing a hand against Jungkook’s cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his fingertips. “You don’t have to hide, Jungkook,” he murmured softly. “I’ve been waiting… waiting for you to feel the same.”

Jungkook’s gaze softened, a faint, hopeful smile appearing on his lips. And for the first time in what felt like forever, they both felt free—free to feel, free to love, and free to finally be together without the weight of doubt holding them back.

••••••••

A few minutes after their emotional confession, Jin found himself guiding Jungkook to his bedroom, steadying the younger man as he leaned heavily against him, still slightly tipsy and adorably clingy. Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jin’s shoulders, resting his head on Jin's shoulder with a soft, content sigh, refusing to let go.

“Jin,” Jungkook mumbled, his voice a bit muffled, “you’re not allowed to leave… ever.”

Jin chuckled, patting his back soothingly. “I’m not going anywhere, Jungkook. But you need to lie down.”

As Jin helped him sit on the edge of the bed, Jungkook held on tightly to Jin’s arm, his eyes barely open but filled with a soft affection. “I thought Taehyung was… taking you from me,” he murmured, a faint pout appearing on his lips.

Jin couldn’t hold back a smile as he adjusted Jungkook’s blanket. “There’s no need to worry about Taehyung. Did I mention that he’s married?”

Jungkook’s eyes shot open, his drunken stupor momentarily forgotten. “Married?!” he repeated, his voice a mix of surprise and embarrassment.

Jin laughed softly, brushing Jungkook’s hair out of his eyes. “Yes, married, and very happily too. He’s just a friend, Jungkook. There’s nothing for you to be jealous of. In fact, you’ll get to meet his family soon.”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed slightly. “His family?”

“Mm-hmm,” Jin replied, smiling warmly. “Taehyung’s son is turning one, and he invited us both to the party. So you’ll get to meet his wife and little one. I’m sure you’ll love them.”

Jungkook looked away, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “So… I was jealous for nothing?”

“Pretty much,” Jin replied, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You just needed to talk to me instead of jumping to conclusions.”

Jungkook’s cheeks turned red as he looked down, his hand instinctively reaching for Jin’s. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I just… I was so scared of losing you.”

Jin squeezed his hand reassuringly, his own heart swelling with affection. “You won’t lose me, Jungkook. Not now, not ever.”

Thanks for standby ☺️