Table For One | TaeKook

chapter 14 || not ready for love

I stared at Taehyung, a big smile on my face. "You have no idea how much I enjoyed that." Taehyung nodded, half-absorbed in his thoughts "Jungkook," he said, still staring into space. "Can we not do that again?"

My smile vanished completely as I heard his words. "Not...?" I asked, confused and upset. The boy nodded, finally coming back to reality. "I'm still straight." Taehyung looked away, I guess he was embarrassed. "O-oh, right. Of course," I said flashing him a fake smile. "Friends?" 

Taehyung's boxy smile came back. "Of course!" I pretended to be happy, saying yay and hugging him. While really, I wanted to taste his lips.

I later down on the bed, telling Tae that we should go to bed. He nodded, turned off the lights, and later down on the other side of the bed. I soon heard soft snoring coming from the other side of the bed. He's asleep.

I wanted nothing more to fall asleep, to forget this ever happened. But I couldn't. My thoughts were too wild...

Maybe it was just the heat of the moment. Maybe that's why he kissed back. He doesn't love me like I love him. He's straight. Kim Taehyung, please don't play with my heart like that.. I smiled as I looked over at the sleeping Taehyung. He's so adorable...

I bit my lip and looked away, nothing that if I stared long enough I'd get the urge to kiss him. I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself.

~~~The Next Morning~~~

I woke up to two things: Tae's absence and the loud talking coming from the kitchen. I groaned and reluctantly got up, holding the urge to scream to my hyungs for waking me up. But as soon as I entered the living room...

Silence.

"Uhm, what's up?" I asked, trying to get the attention off of me. What is going on? "Hey guys, look, it's Mr. Broke My Heart." When I heard that voice, my heart dropped. Jimin.

"What do you want now, Jimin?!" I yelled, forcing back tears from forming in my already-tired eyes. He took my gaze and held it, walking closer to me. I walked backwards until soon my back was against the wall. He hovered over me, even though he was short. Intimidating, but small—just like Yoongi-hyung.

"I want you," Jimin snorted in my ear, slowly pulling out some bottles of liquor. "Now drink."

"No."

"Then I'll force you to drink it."

"Don't," another voice entered, and when I looked up, I saw Taehyung, looking like he was ready to punch Jimin. And ready he was.

Jimin fell flat on the floor, eyes closed and peaceful.