Tell Me You Love Me || JiKook [Completed]

Four

Oh tell me you love me. I need someone on days like this, I do. On days like THIS.
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Jimin felt strange. He couldn't point his finger on what, however. And it bothers him until now.

He just finished lunch with Taehyung and he had this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. And it followed him upto his home.

++++Jungkook++++

I have no rights. Do I?. I thought to myself.

Of course I have rights, I have the right to be mad at Jimin for having lunch with Taehyung. I have rights to show him that I still do not trust Taehyung with him. Yes, I have rights, but I'm afraid I'll abuse them again just like last time.

I have talked to a therapist earlier regarding my egotistic problems and the doctor said it was normal, however, I need to grab ahold of myself because if not, my pride might take over me wholly and I don't want that.

I exited the car hesitantly and walked to the house in silence. I know for sure that Jimin is already here because he get off of work at 5, while I get off an hour after him. And I was more than happy to go home since something happened at work that was  frustrating.

I approached the door calmly collecting myself before I open it. Inhale, Exhale. That's right. Breathe, Jungkook.

"Hey baby." I hear as I turned the knob and pushed the door agape.

"Hi" I said not wanting to hint it with a little disappointment but failed and Jimin was quick to notice.

"What's wrong baby?" He stood up from where he was sitting and walked towards me. I nod my head.

"Come on. Please, tell me, i know something's going over that pretty mind of yours." He says cheerfully, cupping my face and hugging me afterwards.

"Tell me you love me". My lips uttered by itself.

"What?"

"Please, tell me you love me."

"Kookie..." He cupped my face again, this time our lips were brushing, until he closed the small distance and locked our lips.

"I love you." He pulled out and rested his face on my chest.

"....."

"Kookie, I love you." He repeated and I know, I'm gonna say something I'm gonna regret.

"I hope you don't say that to Taehyung."

There it was. I wish I could control my mouth sometimes. I wish my brain would not formulate a rude response and immediately send it to my tongue which I utter involuntarily.

"What?" He asks, and I can see tears already forming in his eyes.

"Omygod. I'm sorry baby. It's...It's not what you think. Please, I don't want to fight over this again." I say, collecting ny thoughts.

"You don't want to fight over this but you're still bringing it up. I-I'm tired of the same shit too and...an-and I thought, it was already settled, but i-it's not." He says, voice cracking in between words and with every crack, a crevice formed on my heart too.