Coffee Boy

Chapter Eleven

"With you, I fall
It's like I'm leaving all my past and silhouettes up on the wall
With you, I'm a beautiful mess
It's like we're standing hand and hand with all our fears up on the edge

So stop time right here in the moonlight
'Cause I don't ever wanna close my eyes"

Jungkook woke up to a weight on his waist. He turned his face slightly and saw Taehyung curled up next to him, his arms wrapped around the other's waist. "Fuck," Jungkook whispered before lifting Taehyung's arm up gently so he could get up.

Taehyung stretched at the movement. He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands before opening his eyes. "Kookie? Where are you going?"

Jungkook froze when he heard Taehyung's voice. He was hoping he could escape the room before the older woke up. He turned to awkwardly face Taehyung. "Um, I have to go into work last-minute." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

Taehyung squinted in Jungkook's direction before a frown took over his face. He sighed heavily before climbing out of bed. He walked right passed Jungkook, stopping directly in front of the younger. "I am sorry that I made you feel so awkward." Taehyung's voice was barely above a whisper, yet there was an underlying tone that Jungkook couldn't quite identify.

"Tae-" Jungkook tried to stop the older,
But he was too late. Taehyung had already escaped to his new temporary bedroom and locked the door.

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Jungkook returned from his shift feeling sick to his stomach. He felt dizzy. Empty. He stumbled into his apartment and made his way into his bedroom before closing the door, not allowing any visitors. This is the first time in a while that he wished he had a working lock on his bedroom door.

He lay face-first on the mattress, choking on his own tears. He felt pathetic crying over someone who he barely knew. Someone who had already caused him more pain than the other realized. The smile on Taehyung's face when he had entered the store today continuously entered Jungkook's mind. Jungkook himself had smiled in return until he saw Taehyung's arm wrapped around none other than Hoseok's waist. Jungkook had kept his cool until they left. He couldn't help but notice their slight makeout session in front of the glass before they finally walked out of Jungkook's sight.

There was a soft knock on Jungkook's door, but the younger tried to ignore it, stifling his sobs with the pillow. The knocking continued until Jungkook finally decided to whisper a faint and raspy, "Come in."

Yoongi walked in with a frown when he noticed Jungkook's state. Understanding the boy's requests for privacy, he closed the door behind him before carefully making his way to the bed. Yoongi sat down next to Jungkook and started running fingers softly through the younger's hair. "What's got you so upset, Kook?"

Jungkook shook his head aggressively into the pillow, not wanting to answer. Yoongi sighed before nodding. He got off the bed to leave and was about to close the door again when Jungkook's voice spoke up. "H-H-He came in today with H-Hoseok. I-I thought he l-liked me but I was w-wrong."

Yoongi's shoulders dropped at the sight of his best friend falling apart. It had been months since his last breakdown, and he hates that Taehyung hurt Jungkook so bad. He desperately wanted to smack some sense into Taehyung. Yoongi comforted Jungkook, rubbing his back soothingly, until the younger calmed down. He pressed his lips softly on Jungkook's hairline before breaking apart from the awkward hug they had been in for the last couple of minutes. "Do you want to bake some cookies? That always seems to cheer you up."

Jungkook shook his head. "I just want to sleep." He curled up on his bed and pulled the covers over him. His eyes were swollen from the crying, and it made him feel exhausted.

Yoongi nodded. "Okay. You get some sleep. I'll be outside if you need me."

Jungkook pouted before whispering gratitude to his best friend of almost eight years. "Thank you for everything, Yoongs. I love you so much."

Yoongi chuckled. "I love you too, Kook. I'll have dinner ready for when you wake up."

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It had been a week since Jungkook had seen or talked to Taehyung. The younger had barely eaten, except for the few times Yoongi would practically shove food down his throat. Jungkook would go to work, and then come home and barricade himself inside his bedroom. He felt like he was walking through quicksand, slowly getting sucked in deeper and deeper until he would be suffocated.

Yoongi continuously told the youngest that he needed to talk to Taehyung, but Jungkook kept refusing, especially after the many times he would see Hoseok walking in for his shift with a neck full of hickeys. It made Jungkook sick to his stomach and his throat fill with bile.

Finally, after ten days of silence, Jungkook had reached his last straw. He was woken up to the sound of the front door slamming closed, followed by the stumbling of feet. He could hear the door to Taehyung's bedroom close, and Jungkook sighed before rolling onto his side, closing his eyes once more.

His ears were filled quickly with the sound of Hoseok and Taehyung's moans. Jungkook rolled his eyes as he pressed a pillow on top of his head, sandwiching his ears to allow as little sound as possible.

"F-Faster Tae, fuck." Hoseok's moans kept getting louder and louder, the sound of the creaking bed filled the small apartment. Jungkook could practically hear them as if he was in the room with them. Jungkook groaned as he climbed out of bed, slipping on a hoodie and some sandals. He checked the time: 2:37 AM. He grabbed his phone and keys, exiting his apartment, making sure to slam the door as loud as he could.

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"Hey hyung, could I sleep here tonight?" Jungkook stood at Yoongi's door. The older had decided to spend a night in his own bed instead of on Jungkook's couch.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow in curiosity before opening the door wider, allowing Jungkook to enter. "What's wrong with your place?"

Jungkook collapsed on to the couch while Yoongi went to grab blankets and a pillow. "Taehyung and Hoseok are fucking like wild animals and I have to work in a few hours."

Yoongi pursed his lips as he tucked his best friend in, making sure he was extra warm. "Well, tell him to cut the shit. What if I was sleeping there too? Yuck."

Jungkook chuckled before he yawned. "Thank you, Yoongs. Good night!"

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