love will find its way [kv]

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Not prood-read.

Enjoy~

Taehyung sat in his room, frustration evident in every sharp exhale and every restless movement. His fingers tapped impatiently against his knee, his lips pressed into a thin line as he muttered curses under his breath—each and everyone directed at Jungkook, though for absolutely no logical reason.

It had been a week. A full week since that day in Jungkook’s office when he had confessed his love, only for Taehyung to ruthlessly shut him down. Since then, Jungkook had done exactly what Taehyung had asked—he kept his distance. No calls, no texts, no sudden appearances, no attempts to talk to him.

And yet, here Taehyung was, irritated beyond reason.

The very thing he had wanted—Jungkook staying away—was now bothering him more than he could understand. He should have been relieved. He should have been able to push everything aside and move on, but instead, an unfamiliar agitation burned inside him, making him snap at every little thing.

His own mind taunted him. First, you had a problem when he was giving you attention, and now, when he's keeping his distance, that’s also disturbing you?

Taehyung scowled, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "This is all his fault," he grumbled, slumping back against the chair.

But deep down, he knew—Jungkook wasn't the problem.

He was.

The second thing that was seriously getting on Taehyung’s nerves—perhaps even more than Jungkook’s sudden distance—was his newfound closeness with Jeonghan.

Before, Jungkook barely acknowledged Jeonghan’s presence. If anything, he used to change his path whenever he saw him. But now? Now, they were constantly together. Whether it was in the office, during lunch breaks, or something else, they seemed to be stuck to each other like glue.

And Taehyung hated it.

What changed? When did this happen? And more importantly, why didn’t he know about it?

It didn’t make sense. Jungkook, who always kept a certain distance from Jeonghan, was now laughing with him, talking to him like they had been friends for ages.

And every single time Taehyung saw them together, his blood boiled. His jaw clenched. His hands fisted at his sides. His entire body tensed with a frustration he couldn't even begin to explain.

And no—don’t ask him why he had a problem with them talking.

Because he himself didn’t know the answer.

He just knew that he hated seeing them together. That was it.

~

The next day, Taehyung arrived at the office in a sour mood. He had barely slept the night before, tossing and turning in frustration, his mind refusing to give him a break. And now, as if the universe was out to make his day even worse, the first thing he saw upon entering the building was them—Jungkook and Jeonghan - together again.

His steps faltered as his sharp gaze landed on them standing near the elevators, talking—no, smiling at each other.

His grip tightened around the strap of his bag. His mood, already bad, plummeted further.

Why? Why were they always together now? And why did it bother him so much?

Taehyung let out a sharp breath, rolling his eyes before turning on his heel and walking in the opposite direction, his jaw clenched.