mi amor | jungkook AU

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yoongi was shit at making plans, or he didn't care. it's been two days since i was with nya, whom suggested i meet up with the boys again. i haven't seen them for over two weeks because each of them had their own lives to attend to, and so did i. when he finally gave me an answer to hang out it would've been at 2am last night (or this morning.)

the cold made it tempting to go inside, but i wasn't sure if i wanted to. i hadn't rung the doorbell yet. i could make a run for it right now if i wanted to...

sugasuga: where are you? you're thirty minutes late. that's not like you :/

sighing, i responded back,

amor: sorry, doing something. be there in a moment.

sugasuga: are you outside the door

amor: no, why?

sugasuga: jin and i have been watching the screen for the past five minutes.

i blushed and waved at the camera. the door opened, revealing an unamused yoongi and a very welcoming jin. "you're an idiot, you know that?" yoongi scolded me. jin waved him off and brought me inside. i scanned the house to see if jungkook would be in the living room or something.

jin snapped me out of thought, "jungkook is in his room." i stared at yoongi and then jin in panic and in confusion. yoongi pulled me closer to his mouth and whispered, "if you don't want people to know you like him, don't repeat his name under your breath." he said that all while knocking on my head...

i nodded to the both of them and nervously laughed. "aren't you gonna go to his room" jin questioned. i shook my head, "no? i just got here." yoongi rolled his eyes. "if you wanted to come over just for jungkook you could've just said so. now go." he started pushing me to jungkook's room. "no, yoongi, jin, i--"

"jungkook opened the door!"

why. why must my life always be like this. the anxiety in my body rose at the thought of seeing jungkook and being alone with him again. it didn't help that yoongi left me soon after. i stood there, almost like a statue.

jungkook opened the door shirtless and i died. "wha- oh, i'm so sorry!" jungkook quickly went back to his room to retrieve a shirt. laughing nervously, i looked in the opposite direction of him. i wanted to respect his privacy, scolding myself of any sinful thoughts...

"i was expecting you to be yoongi." he told me. "i was expecting to be with yoongi." i told him. i took a step inside his room, not waiting for his permission, and shut the door. "can we talk please?" i begged. he was shocked, but nodded anyways.

"what about?"

"your answer."

his face scrunched up in confusion, "my answer?" i nodded, "the one when we were hungover, or drunk, or... yeah. that day, er, night... yeah." looking away from him, my face scrunched up in embarrassment as i realized how stupid i sounded. i turned my attention back to him. "i'm sorry, but the answer felt wrong. it didn't sound right."

jungkook laughed nervously.

"what?" i bugged him. he shrugged his shoulders and looked away from me. i took a step closer to him. "what?" i repeated. he put his hands up in defense, "nothing!" but he was still trying to hide his smile. "jungkook, tell me!" i pleaded to him.

he looked back at me, and even though i was three feet away from him, i felt too close. "i was just wondering, why would the answer feel wrong if that's the answer you gave me? i didn't lie, amor. you said i was a good friend." fuck, i wasn't expecting that answer.

"it... it..." i couldn't think of a response. i knew what to say, but at the same time, i didn't.

"what are you hiding, amor?" oh how the tables turned on me.

my mouth opened, but nothing came out. he hummed in curiosity. we stared at each other for what seemed like hours, but if i had to guess it would've been two minutes. it felt... intimate. not in a sexual way. i felt like he could've read my soul.

i broke the gaze and left his room. yoongi called out for me, but i walked right past him and straight out the door.