mi amor | jungkook AU

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"is it bad that i still don't feel... right." i told nya. it's been around two weeks since i saw the guys and we had our alcoholic truth or dare.

"i don't see why you don't. you didn't do anything the last week except eat and sleep and probably run around for work and school and blah blah blah." she was a transfer student from america. she started ranting to me about how it didn't make sense i wasn't feeling good, bringing in the fact that the last time i drank was two weeks ago.

i sighed, "I KNOW!" i rolled over on my bed. she was in my room putting her black curls up in a bun. we were suppose to be studying. i was suppose to be helping her study. she was a literature major, but she was shit at it.

she looked over to me, "so what's wrong?" i groaned in frustration because i'd be repeating that i don't know what was wrong. "are you and yoongi okay?" she asked me. my answer was one worded, "YES." she nodded. "are things between you and the guys okay?" i was about to say yes when i asked myself the same question.

turning to her i answered, "i don't know..."

"then there's your answer."

jungkook and i didn't talk at all for two weeks. i was able to get hoseok's contact, and obviously yoongi and i texted everyday over stupid things. my conversations with him never lasted long though. hoseok and i's conversation was about the same, but they lasted longer. i was able to get to know him better too.

"jungkook." i spoke without thinking. nya looked over to me, "what?" i repeated what i said. "jungkook."

nya's face turned to one of confusion. "he's one of yoongi's friends. i was with him alone the night i got dru— we didn't do anything, i swear — but we were talking and i asked him what we talked about and he told me. but it didn't feel like a full swear. it felt like there were holes in his answer."

i looked back over to her and she sent me a look. i sent her the look of confusion, "what?"

"what is it you guys talked about, apparently?"

i explained to her what jungkook told me. i made sure to explain everything in great detail. she listened as she did everything but look at the text book for literature. when i finished my explanation she told me that it did sound like jungkook was hiding something.

"so what do i do?" i asked her. she shrugged her shoulders, "ask him if he was telling the truth." i groaned because she made it sound easy. i'm pretty sure it was easy, i just feel embarrassed thinking about it.

my heartbeat sped up at the thought and i mentally scolded myself for getting so anxious at the idea. "it's not the worst thing in the world to ask for the truth." she told me. nya was right, but i still didn't want to do it.

"i'm just scared that if i did that that maybe jungkook doesn't want to be my friend and we end on bad terms and then yoongi has to deal with that." i tell her. it was a mouthful, even she had to process it for a moment. she finally answered, "well, you won't know until you ask."

i nodded, processing her words and taking them to a deeper meaning than what she had meant them to be. maybe i should contact jungkook or yoongi or someone so that i could see them again, and soon.