BTS Imagines and Short Stories

24 - Yoongi or Jungkook?

"Oh my gosh!" 

Jungkook doubled over, clutching his stomach as he laughed heartily. Your own giggles joined his, echoing around the small room. Jungkook attempted to form sentences but the words became incoherent, provoking another eruption of laughter to cascade from your lips. The loud commotion the pair of you were making in the centre of room caused a few heads to look up at you both. 

Namjoon muttered a quiet "Jinjja," and pushed his headphones further into his ears, turning up the volume while doing so and focused back onto his phone screen. Jin smiled softly and cocked his head, watching you both for moment before his eyes trailed back to the TV screen to continue watching the K-Drama that was currently playing. 

But there was one pair of eyes that were still trained on you and Jungkook. 

And they belonged to Min Yoongi.

You had been friends with the BTS members for a while now, almost 2 years. And that whole time, you'd been hopelessly in love with the rapper Suga, and it wasn't as though it was a well kept secret - either he knew and ignored it, or he was just really ignorant and had no idea. You hoped it was the latter, rather than the first option. 

You were tired. So tired of trying with him; so tired of making an effort to spend time with him and to make him smile, to keep him happy when he kept hurting you. 

He never even made an effort with you. He'd shrug you off if you asked him if he wanted to go somewhere with you. He'd shift away in discomfort if you sat too close to him on the sofa. He'd reply to your questions with snide comments. Slowly but surely, it broke your heart little by little, until you were almost used to it. Almost. 

And in the two years you'd been firm friends with BTS, the maknae had been hopelessly in love with you. It's funny how things turn out, isn't it? You love one endlessly, and another loves you endlessly. 

Your laugh trailed away as you caught, through your peripheral vision, Yoongi's glare still fixed on you. And in front of you was Jungkook, his chuckling also ceasing as he glanced at your furrowed brow. 

"Are you alright?" He asked gently, placing a hand on your shoulder in a comforting manner. You smiled gratefully at him, nodding and patting his hand to convince him. Jungkook, honestly... you didn't know what you'd do without him.  He was always there for you, supporting you and making you laugh when you needed him. Your eyes subconsciously flicked back to the grey haired male sat on the sofa, his fingers hovering over his laptop and gaze still focused on you. 

But he'll never be Yoongi. 

You sighed, causing Jungkook to frown once more. 

"Y/N, are you sure-" 

Just as Jungkook leant forward to take your shoulders with his hands, another hand harshly grabbed your wrist and yanked your body upwards, almost making you topple onto the person. 

"Yoongi hyung!" Jungkook shouted and glared at Suga, who was the one who grabbed you. He didn't answer as he dragged you to his room, not even bothering to close the door. 

"Yoongi-" 

"Why are you doing this to me," Yoongi growled, running a hand through his hair as he stared at you, an unreadable expression in his eyes. 

"What do you mean? What am I doing?" You frowned, not understanding what he was getting at. He sighed frustratedly, before suddenly pressing your back against the wall, pinning your arms at your sides, allowing a little gasp to escape your mouth. His face was mere inches from yours, and you could see his handsomeness in the closest proximity than ever before. 

"I know you like me, Y/N," Yoongi whispered, his breath tickling your lower face. "Well, I like you too." 

"No you don't."

The words were out of your mouth before you could even think about them. Clearly, it took Yoongi by surprise as his narrowed eyes widened. 

"Excuse me?" He raised an eyebrow. 

"You don't act like you like me, Yoongi. You never pay attention to me, and when you do it's always mean and not caring at all. How can you say you like me?" You whispered, your heart thudding with confusion. 

I like him right? Why am I questioning him then?

Yoongi's eyes dropped to the floor as he ran a hand through his hair again and let out a sigh. 

"I..I didn't know how to act. I thought I'd figure it out along the way but I just ended being an idiot, I'm sorry for that. And every time I see you with Jungkook..." He looked back up to you, once again reducing the space between your bodies. 

"I really do like you, Y/N." 

And then you spotted him at the door. Jungkook. Stood leaning against his back against the doorframe, silently listening and observing. The last thing you saw was a single tear roll down Jungkook's cheek as he knew what was about to come even before you did. 

Yoongi closed the distance between you completely as his lips enveloped yours. 

Your heart pounded loudly in your ears, your emotions suddenly running wild. 

This is what I wanted for so long. Why doesn't something feel right?

After a few moments you pulled away, leaving the ghost of his touch on your lips. 

"Y/N-" 

You held up a hand to stop him. 

"Yoongi. I...actually I like someone else." 

What am I saying. 

Your mouth was speaking of its own accord, listening to what was in your heart rather than your mind. And for once, you let it speak. 

"You could be a great guy Yoongi if you tried. Think about how you treated me, and don't do the same thing in the future - it's too late for us now. If you listen to me, I know you'll find somone better," You kissed his cheek gently and smiled a little smile at him, taking in his surprised but understanding expression. 

You knew what you had to do. 

You slipped away from him and hurried out of the door, frantically glancing around for him. You checked all the rooms but to no avail. Finally Taehyung told you he spotted him leave the dorm, and you rushed out of the door without even thanking him. 

You could see his figure at the end of the street, and that was all you needed to break into a run, not caring about if people saw you or not. He was closer and closer to you as you reached him and flung your arms around his torso and snuggled into his back, feeling him tense. 

"Y/N...?" He turned slowly, and your heart broke at the distress on his handsome face. 

You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face into the crook of his neck, whispering three words you hadn't even said to Yoongi, just loud enough for him to hear. 

"I love you." 

It was true, he would never be Yoongi. But that was okay. Jeon Jungkook was who you wanted. No one else.