Tension//Jikook

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Hey there beautiful. Or handsome. But I doubt a guy would read something thats boy x boy or yaoi or meant for girls haha. *pulls lever to sprinkle all things sparkly and glittery in the world on you*. Also, I'd like to point out that I'm not planning to use any romanised korean words here unless necessary for easier reading. Enjoy!

I'm in love with you
NightcoreReality

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Jimin had had enough.

The group of seven had returned home at a record breaking time of ten p.m., the earliest time they had reached the dorm. And also one of the rarer days where Jimin would head back with the rest. Normally, being the practice bug he is, he would stay back to perfect his moves.

They had gone to the restaurant near the studio to have dinner.(you probably know which restaurant I'm referring to) The lady in charge there was very friendly, and treated all of them as her own, and her food was absolutely delicious, just like home-cooked food.

After that, they headed home to enjoy the free time. Taehyung and Jungkook immediately got to playing video games, while the rapper line headed out to a nearby club. It had been a while since they went to one, and the vocal line were to stay at home to watch over Jungkook, who was underage.

Jimin was chatting with Jin when Jungkook suddenly entered the kitchen to pour a glass of water to drink. Jin and Jimin exchanged a look, understanding the unspoken message.

Go talk to him.

Jimin stealthily sneaked into the kitchen, and leaned against the doorframe, blocking part of Jungkook's exit so that he would at least talk to him.

"Jungkook." Jimin breathed, loud enough for the other to hear.

The maknae jumped in surprise, and spun to face the dancer as fast as humanly possible. "What?!" He snapped, irritation washing over him. He realised belatedly that he didn't have a reason to be even remotely annoyed.

Jimin drew back slightly, startled by the reaction he got from his dongsaeng, but quickly recovered, putting on an indifferent mask. Inside, he was hurting, hurting because of the cold reaction he got from Jungkook.

"Why are you avoiding me?" He asked, ignoring the dull ache in his chest.

"None of your business," Jungkook couldn't help but say. No, that's not what I meant. His brows furrowed.

"How could you say that? I'm your hyung! I at least have the right to be concerned, don't I?" Jimin was taken aback by the way Jungkook dismissed him. Then, a quiet "Did I do something wrong?"

Jungkook managed to stop a "Yes" from escaping the confines of his lips. He didn't want to argue over something so petty like how Jimin was going to do it with Yoongi right before his nose.

He looked away, muttering a "No..." before grabbing his glass and swiftly making his exit.

"Don't ignore me, Jungkook, if you don't tell me, how am I going to solve it?" He grabbed the younger by his biceps, forcing Jungkook to a halt.

"It's nothing!" Jungkook exclaimed, pitch rising a notch to show his frustration. He shook off the hand on his arm and broke into an almost-run to his room, no longer feeling up for video games.

Jimin stood frozen, forlorn in the kitchen and desperately trying to glue up the fine cracks in his heart.