His but Never Mine - J.JK × K.SJ FF

The End Of Hiding These Feelings

That night, Jin and Taehyung sat on the couch side by side, yet there was a noticeable distance between them, one neither seemed to acknowledge. Taehyung fidgeted with his game controller, but his focus was long gone, his thoughts scattered and unable to pull away from the image of Jimin that kept surfacing in his mind. His fingers twitched over the buttons, but he barely registered what was happening on the screen.

Meanwhile, Jin couldn't sit still. A strange restlessness gnawed at him, something he couldn't name or ignore. After a few minutes of shifting uncomfortably, he stood up and walked out of the living room. His feet seemed to carry him on their own, up the stairs, towards Jungkook's room. The door was ajar, and Jin hesitated for a moment, feeling conflicted.

Should he go in?

He slowly approached, his hand half-lifted to knock, but before he could make a sound, a deep, husky voice from inside made him flinch.

"Hyung... come in if you want to."

It was Jungkook. But his voice—so deep, so commanding—sent goosebumps racing down Jin’s arms. He swallowed nervously, his heart thudding in his chest as he stepped inside.

The sight that greeted him made Jin stop in his tracks. Jungkook was seated at a table, sketching something with intense focus. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, exposing his entire arm, which was now fully covered in intricate tattoos. From his fingers up to his shoulder, the designs seemed to swirl and weave across his skin, accentuating his muscles. Jin couldn’t stop staring. When had Jungkook become so muscular? Or had he always been this way, and Jin just never noticed because he was always hiding beneath those oversized hoodies?

Jin’s eyes traced the tattoos, following the lines up Jungkook's arm. His mouth felt dry.

"You can touch it if you want, hyung," Jungkook said softly, his voice gentle but laced with something deeper, something that made Jin’s pulse quicken.

Embarrassed, Jin quickly looked away, but his body betrayed him. His hand reached out on its own, fingers trembling slightly as they brushed over Jungkook’s skin, tracing the patterns inked into his arm. The muscles beneath were firm and solid, and Jin couldn’t help but marvel at how different Jungkook felt now—stronger, more grown-up.

"I-it must have hurt a lot, right?" Jin asked, his voice barely above a whisper, worry creeping into his tone as his fingers lingered on the tattoo.

Jungkook smiled faintly, a sad kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "No, hyung. It didn’t hurt. I actually don’t know what physical pain is anymore. After everything I’ve been through... this much pain is nothing." His words were calm, but there was something dark beneath them, something that made Jin’s chest tighten.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, Jin saw something in Jungkook's gaze—a depth, a darkness he couldn’t quite place. But before he could think too much about it, his eyes were drawn to the sketch on the table.

Jin gasped softly. It was him... Jungkook had been sketching him.

Every detail, every line, was so perfect, capturing an expression that Jin recognized immediately—it was the look he had when he first saw Jungkook earlier that day. Surprise, confusion, awe... all mixed into one. Jungkook had captured it all so flawlessly that Jin’s heart skipped a beat.

"J-Jungkook... this is..." Jin started, but words failed him. The drawing was beautiful, but it was more than that. It was personal, intimate, as if Jungkook had poured every ounce of his feelings into capturing Jin’s emotions on paper.

Jungkook glanced up at him, his eyes unreadable, but there was a determination there. "Hyung," he said softly, but firmly, "I’ve been drawing you for years. I used to do it in secret... but not anymore." His voice held a quiet intensity that sent shivers down Jin’s spine.

Jungkook’s fingers gently traced over the lines of the drawing, his eyes never leaving Jin’s face. "I want you to see it all now. Everything I’ve done... everything I’ve felt. I won’t hide it from you anymore."

Jin stood frozen, his heart pounding. He wasn’t sure how to respond, wasn’t sure what to do with the emotions Jungkook was stirring inside him. This wasn’t the same boy he had known for years. Jungkook had changed—he had grown, in more ways than one. And now, for the first time, Jin felt like he was truly seeing him.

And he wasn’t sure he was ready for what that meant.

"W-what happened to you, Jungkook?" Jin asked in a low, shaky voice, his breath catching in his throat. His heart raced, and he took an unconscious step back as Jungkook stood up from his chair, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat.

Jin’s mind screamed at him to move, to say something, but he couldn’t. He felt frozen, every nerve in his body heightened, as if time had slowed down.

Jungkook didn’t stop until he was standing right in front of Jin, so close that Jin could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His presence was overwhelming, almost suffocating in its intensity. Jungkook’s eyes bore into him—dark, deep, and filled with a mixture of emotions that Jin wasn’t prepared to face.

"I don’t know," Jungkook whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Jin's spine. "But what happens to me... is you."

Jin’s breath hitched, his eyes wide as he stared into Jungkook’s. There was no hiding it anymore—Jungkook wasn’t holding back. Years of yearning, obsession, possession, desperation, hunger, devotion, and love all swirled in those dark eyes. It was as if every barrier Jungkook had carefully built over the years had come crashing down in an instant, leaving him raw and exposed before Jin.

For the first time, Jin saw everything Jungkook had been feeling—the longing, the desire, the need. And it terrified him. Jin felt so small, so vulnerable, under the weight of Jungkook's gaze. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and shock, his body frozen, unable to respond.

"I've waited, hyung... all this time," Jungkook continued, his voice soft but full of intensity. "I’ve hidden it, tried to bury it, but I can’t anymore. I won’t."

Jin didn’t know what to say. His lips parted, but no words came out. The air between them was thick with tension, and for a moment, all he could hear was the rapid beating of his own heart.

"W-what do you mean... what have you been hiding?" Jin stammered, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes flickered with confusion, his heart racing uncontrollably.

Jungkook’s gaze darkened, his lips curling into a smirk that sent another wave of shivers down Jin’s spine. He leaned in closer, their faces just inches apart, and Jin could feel the warmth of his breath, mingled with the intensity of his words.

"Why don't you try to see it... see me, Jin hyung," Jungkook said, his voice low and husky, the way he said Jin hyung dripping with heat. It was so unlike the sweet, innocent Jungkook he knew—this was different, dangerous even.

Jin couldn’t suppress the shiver that coursed through him. His breath hitched again, his mind spinning. He had no idea how to respond, no idea what to do under the weight of Jungkook’s intense presence. He could barely keep himself standing as his knees threatened to give way.

But his eyes locked with Jungkook’s, and in that moment, he could feel it. The raw power behind those words. Jungkook wasn't just speaking—it was a challenge, a plea, and a declaration all wrapped into one. He was begging Jin to see him, truly see him, after all these years.

And suddenly, Jin realized that maybe he had been avoiding it all along.