Broken || kth {kim taehyung}

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I glanced at the view displayed by the small, square-circled shaped window. The baby blue sky brought out the white, fluffy clouds.

I couldn't believe it. I was more than 1000 feet in the air, on my way to make my first American debut, along with my hyungs, for our rising K-pop group BTS, Bangtan, Beyond the Scene, Bulletproof Boy Scouts... whatever you wanted to call it.

It was like a dream come true.

My girlfriend, Krystal, laid beside me, her head peacefully resting on my shoulder. Light snores could be heard as she rested. I smiled. Although she was an idol herself, she was allowed to come along with us.

I carefully shifted Krystal's head, so that I could get up. I was craving some noodles, and luckily, the airplane was filled with them.

Literally.

Even the toilet paper resembled a ramen container.

Whoever supplied this plane must be an Instant Noodle's stan.

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As the cart came into view, I spotted a silhouette, also grabbing a package of instant noodles.

The golden maknae. Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook silently poured the hot water in the kettle into the cup, and stirred, all while completely ignoring my existence.

Lately, the younger has been avoiding me... completely. Ever since the news of us going to America, he has been ecstatic, to everyone, but me.

Actually, scratch that.

For the past two years, it seemed like our bond went from 100 to 0 in a matter of seconds. There was no more turn up or partying with Jungkook.

I awkwardly glanced at the younger.

"Jungkook..."

He looked up at me; his eyebrows instantly furrowed together.

I sighed, before clearing my throat. If looks could kill... I would have probably died at the hands of Jeon Jungkook a few seconds ago.

"Could you... uh- pass the water?"

He handed me the kettle. I grabbed an instant noodle cup, opened it, and poured the water in. The tension could cut paper. I decided to make small talk.

"I saw Namjoon hyung and Jin hyung together yesterday, being extra close... do you think they really are our appa and eomma?"

Really Taehyung? I mentally facepalmed myself.

Jungkook looked up at me, with an expression that clearly said that he'd rather die than talk to me, especially about this. I don't blame him.

"Eh?"

"Uh... nothing."

The awkwardness returned in full force. I decided to just confront him.