Saved || A Jungkook fanfic

28.

For the first time in what felt like forever, life was peaceful. 

No drama, no lingering heartbreak, no suffocating tension.

It had been a month since Taehyung promised to get his life together—ditching his toxic frat friends, sticking to therapy, and finishing our last semester sober. So far, he'd kept that promise, and to say I was relieved would be an understatement.

Even Jungkook and Taehyung had found some sort of middle ground. I wouldn't go as far as calling them best friends—that would be a stretch—but at least they no longer looked like they wanted to commit a homicide every time they were in the same room.

Jimin, however, seemed to have taken a special liking to Jungkook. Every other day, he dragged Tae over to Jungkook's place, forcing them to bond through excessive amounts of food, video games, and terrible movies. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Jimin was trying to force a friendship between them.

And strangely enough, it was kind of working.

Whether I should be happy about that or absolutely horrified... I wasn't quite sure.

"It's the most bizarre thing I've ever experienced in my life," I muttered into my phone, rifling through the closet I now shared with Jungkook in search of something to wear.

"You're jealous," Jin replied immediately, voice laced with amusement.

I scoffed. "Excuse me? I am not jealous."

"Oh, please," Jin snorted. "Your ex and your current man are slowly forming some weird trauma bond, and it's making you uncomfortable because—oh, I don't know—both of them know what you look like naked."

I nearly choked on my own spit. My face flamed as I yanked a black dress from the hanger, pairing it with a white turtleneck underneath.

"That's not it at all."

Jin let out a dramatic sigh. "Think about it. These two guys have both been inside you, and now they send each other memes in the same group chat. I bet they've discussed how long it took to make you—"

"Jin!" I gasped, slamming my palm against my forehead.

He cackled. "I'm just saying. Guys talk about this stuff too, you know. I wouldn't be surprised if they've compared notes—maybe even debated whether your left boob is really smaller than the right—"

"If I could reach through this phone and strangle you, I would."

"What? It's not my fault you let two men sleep with you and then become bros afterward!"

"They are not bros—" I started, only to freeze mid-sentence.

Because standing at the doorway, looking like they had just witnessed the single most horrifying moment of their lives... were Jungkook and Taehyung.

I felt my soul leave my body.

Jungkook cleared his throat, staring intensely at the floor like it held all the answers to life's problems. "Uh. Sorry we didn't knock. Just wanted to see if you were ready for... coffee."

Kill me. Someone kill me.

I stared at them, completely paralyzed, while Taehyung rubbed the back of his neck, his face flushed. Neither of them could meet my eyes.

"Hey, Kook!" Jin's oblivious voice rang from the speaker.

I slapped my forehead.

Jungkook shot me a helpless look. "Uh... we'll be downstairs, Princess."