WANT YOU ♡ taekook

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"I don't see what Jungkook likes about him," Jimin mumbled, eyes carrying a certain glint. He hadn't forgotten what he saw in the pictures on his phone.

"What do you mean?" Jin gasped. "He looks hot as fuck, he's intimidating, and he's funny."

"He's straight up cool," Namjoon intervened.

Jimin scoffed at this. "So what? All someone needs to be cool is gray hair and a lip ring? Is that what people find cool these days?" he rolled his eyes and let out a deep breath. "Taehyung's not even anything special. Kind of an asshole, if you were to ask me."

"Why are you so... against him?" Namjoon asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Is he that much of a bad roommate?" 

"No, I just..." Jimin said, looking down and mumbling. He knows what he saw.

He fucking hated Kim Taehyung.

Namjoon laughed. "Oh come on, it's only been, what? Two months since he's arrived at this school? You gotta give him a break. He seems like a good guy, really."

"I don't see what's not to like: he's like every person's wet dream come to life!" Jin whisper-shouted so that only Namjoon and Jimin could hear. Namjoon rolled his eyes at Jin's comment, but then said something like I can't be mad because same—

"Oh God, speak of the devil," Jimin mumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes once again and scooting over so there was no longer a free spot next to him on the bench. The two other boys looked up to see Taehyung making his way over to their table: dressed in a black shirt that accentuated his nice, veiny arms and normal black jeans.

Taehyung's aubrey brown hair fell over his black sports bandana, covering a bit of his eyes as he walked almost as if he owned the damn school. 

Least to say, Jin's panties dropped.

Um, not that he was wearing any. A-Anyway, Taehyung's silver lip ring pierced through his lips almost sensually as he ran his hand through his hair when finally approaching their table. An aura of dominance somehow surrounded him, ultimately making everyone want to be friends with him. "Hey, guys."

Jimin grumbled something, not making eye contact and getting up to walk away. "Damn," Taehyung said, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What's his problem?"

"We don't know, honestly," Namjoon sighed. "He was fine a few weeks ago, but I guess something's been up. We've tried to ask him if something was wrong, but he just keeps shutting us out."

Jin shook his head. "It's super weird."

"Huh," Taehyung mumbled, thinking. He never really noticed that Jimin had stopped... well, being around Taehyung. I mean, I have my excuses, Taehyung thought. I'm busy guy, I can't just hang around to see if my roommates throwing some type of pissyfit for no reason.

Jimin continued walking away from the table, pushing the cafeteria doors open and walking through the hallway. The boy kept walking till he was down the hall, almost about to reach the corner. 

"Oh, Jimin hyung!" Jimin heard a quite familiar voice yell from in front of him. He looked up to see Jungkook a few feet away from him, starting to speed walk to catch up with his hyung. Jimin's head lowered once again as he continued walking, ignoring the younger.

Jungkook caught up to Jimin with a light smile on his face. "Hyung, I've been trying to talk to you for days! But every time I try to come and see you, you're never there."

"Sorry, Kookie. I have to do something. Maybe we can talk another time," Jimin mumbled, tears welling in his eyes as he knew damn well what he was doing. He hated this. Jimin hated ignoring his best friend, his crush. But he knew.

Jimin knew he'd fix it soon enough, he just needed a little more time. 

He just needed to give them a little more time.

"Guys!" Jungkook walked up to his friends inside the cafeteria. The boy had the cutest pout which just made everyone coo at the mad little one. Jungkook crossed his arms after putting his things on the table and then stomped his foot. "Jimin is being mean to me!"

The three boys snickered and shook their heads. "Yeah? Well, what did you do to him?"

"Nothing!" Jungkook gasped. "I've been trying to talk to him for like, two weeks! He's never in his dorm and I can never find him on campus. I'm starting to think h-he's..."

"Avoiding you?" Taehyung piped in, patting the seat next to him so the younger could sit. Jungkook pouted again as he sat his little bum next to Taehyung. 

"Y-Yeah. I don't like it. He— Best friends never ignore each other."

"Well there's probably a reason, don't you think?" Jin asked, stabbing his salad with a fork and vigorously shoving it into his mouth. 

"Obviously," Jungkook rolled his eyes. "He just won't talk to me! It's making me sad," Jungkook pouted again.

"Aw, don't worry love. I'm sure he'll come around and tell you what's wrong. Just give him some time, yeah? For him to figure it all out?" Taehyung said, watching Jungkook put both his elbows on the table and resting his head in his hands.

"Yeah, I guess you're right Taehyungie," Jungkook huffed. "I should just stop bothering him..."

"Hey, you're not bothering anyone. You tried your best to talk to him, if he wants to act that way, let him be. There's nothing else we can do," Taehyung reasoned and fluffed Jungkook's hair. Jungkook giggled at the gesture and blushed a bit, covering his face with his red sweater paws. Yeah, the younger mumbled.

Taehyung smiled fondly at Jungkook, letting his own hand move to rest upon Jungkook's lovely thigh. He rubbed his thumb comfortingly on the younger's thigh, his giant hand covering a good amount of it. God, he loved Jungkook's thighs. He hoped that one day he'd be able to mark them all up with bites and hickies, showing Jungkook just how pretty he is.

"So," Taehyung chirped up. "Which one of you bitches stole my fucking eraser last period?"

"He did it!" Both Jin and Namjoon shouted at the same time, pointing at each other with their eyes blown wide.

"You know what we do with eraser traitors..." Taehyung said lowly and playfully, trying to fake scare the others. "Jungkook..."

"Yes?"

Taehyung smirked before he handed the younger his cup of cold water. 

"Sick em!"