A squeal escaped the younger's lips as he stared outside his window towards a buff, tall male who was getting off of his motorcycle.
Jeon Jungkook.
The name itself was enough to give the boy goosebumps. Taehyung was a 16-year-old teenager, living with his brother Namjoon, his only family, and had the biggest crush on his brother's best friend, Jeon Jungkook.
Taehyung had known Jungkook since he was a kid and had grew up with the elder boy, but unfortunately for him, he had grown up to be attracted to men and most specifically to his brother's best friend, whom considered him as a little brother. No matter, Taehyung would fantasize about him and his motorcycle every day when the ravenette would come over.
Today was Thursday which meant Namjoon came back late from his boyfriend's place, so Jungkook would do as he did every time, wait with the brunette until his friend arrived.
As Taehyung feared, he heard a knock on the door and then the door open, Jungkook was always welcome in the house even when Namjoon wasn't there. Taehyung's eyes widened as he looked at the mess that surrounded him and at the clothes he was wearing, he still hadn't changed out of his school uniform and his hair was messed up from his nap.
"Shit! Shit!" Quickly, he tucked his cloths under his bed and jumped in the shower.
After drying his hair, and putting on black skinny jeans, a white sweater that belonged to Namjoon and some sneakers, he ran downstairs to go meet his crush.
There he was, sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, entirely oblivious to the younger's presence. Taehyung took this time to treasure each of the black-haired boy's features. To Taehyung, Jungkook was perfect, there wasn't anything wrong about said male. A perfect human being and perfect boyfriend, for the luckiest girl. The brunette felt a pain in his chest, imagining Jungkook with a girl, laughing, holding hands, with a family.
A sad sigh escaped his lips and Jungkook immediately looked up. At the sight of the younger, his serious expression broke into a smile before he got up, walking towards the nervous boy.
"Hey, Tae"
"Hey" Jungkook's gaze was always intimidating for the younger.
He went to go sit down on his couch to avoid staring too much but, sadly for Taehyung, Jungkook went to sit next to him, ruffling his hair in the process.
"So, how's school?" Jungkook was already eighteen and had finished school early, his brother was nineteen and had also finished high school.
"It's okay, I'm doing better now that I have a tutor"
"You have a tutor??"
"Yeah, his name is Yoongi, he's really nice, he helps me in math and history. He's so smart" Unknowingly, the younger's eyes began to sparkle as he talked about his 20-year-old tutor.
"Kook? Jungkook??" Taehyung waved his hands in front of the other finally catching his attention.
"What? Sorry what did you just say?"
The younger scrunched up his face, disappointed and a little angry. It wasn't the first time the elder would space out while he talked.
"No, never mind. I'm gonna go upstairs, I have stuff to do" Taehyung got up from the couch, but a pair of hands wrapped around his wrists stopping him.
"No, Tae I'm sorry, just stay here, with me. I'll make it up to you" Taehyung was tempted to stay but he knew the other would just space out again, and he hated forcing his company onto someone.
"No, it's okay, clearly you're busy. I'm just the annoying little brother" With one hard pull, Taehyung freed himself from Jungkook's grip and walked upstairs, slamming his bedroom door.
Jungkook sighed, slouching back onto the couch. Pulling his cellphone out, he decided to wait for Namjoon to come back, he would apologize to Taehyung when he'd calm down.
Taehyung's P.O.V
I slammed my door, falling onto my bed, burying my face into the pillow. It was always the same with Jungkook, he never really gave me attention, only when Namjoon wasn't here, and I was pretty sure it was only because he felt like he had to. I mean yeah, I've known him for a long time and we're good friends, but for the past year he's been so much more distant with me. Does he have a girlfriend? Does he know I'm gay and that's why? But Namjoon is also gay and they're still best friends.
I let out an exasperated sigh, which thankfully, was muffled by my pillow. A few minutes later, I hear a car pull up and loud rap music, Namjoon's home. Right at that moment, I hear Namjoon greet Jungkook, as they both start working on their music and other stuff, which Namjoon won't tell me about.
A few hours later~
I heard a faint knock on my door, but I was too tired to reply so instead I snuggle further into my blanket as I hear my door open and close. I feel a weight behind my back as if someone had just sat next to me. I was about to kick Namjoon out of my bed when the scent hit me. His scent. I held my breath as I feel him lift the covers and slip behind me, his arms snaking around my waist bringing me closer to him. So close.
"I know you're awake, Taehyung. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for spacing out while you were talking. I did pay attention to what you were saying. I was just thinking about your tutoring guy, and got distracted because, I think it's weird for him to be helping you, I mean, he's twenty and you're sixteen. I just don't want you getting hurt. You know you're like my little brother"
There it was again, brother. Jungkook will never see me as anything other then a little brother. I close my eyes, trying my best not to let any tears roll down, as I wrap my arms around his, snuggling closer to his chest. I can hear him chuckle softly, and smile against my neck, as his head rests in the crook of my neck. Why does something so good hurt me so bad. Why do you hurt me so much Jungkook?
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-Dari
Edit: I'm editing this story, although I don't think I'm going to make a lot of changes.
Edit pt2: I've seen a lot of readers on this story so I am re-editing it but since I love the comments on the chapters I can't change much xd
