𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙔 𝘽𝙊𝙔

treat you better

Namjoon × Jungkook

Jungkook was hopelessly in love with someone that was inlove with someone else

Namjoon was under the roof, a shelter to avoid himself from being wet from the rain. he called for his boyfriend, but it went in the voicemail. his feet started to be coated with muds, shoes soaked with the rain. he was cold, shivering in his thin shirt. Namjoon sighed, lowering his head - completely hopeless when the rain shows no sign of stopping. though, it has been thirty minutes of waiting.
"hyung....." a soft murmur of a very familiar voice caught his attention. there standing, Jungkook in his black hoodie, holding an umbrella in his hand. "Oh, kookie. what are you doing here?" Jungkook didn't reply, he took a grip of Namjoon's cheeks - frowning at the cold skin. no warmth radiating off him, Jungkook's favourite kind of home.

"Got a strong feeling that you're still here, so I come to check and bingo" Jungkook said causing Namjoon to chuckle a bit. "Go home, Jimin should come" Jungkook gritted his teeth at the mention of the other.

"No he won't, come with me and he will take you from my house. I'm not asking for answer" Jungkook said, sounding more stern. his face was filled with worries, sorrow in his eyes when he looked at Namjoon's quivering figure. Namjoon looked at the crying sky again and nodded, maybe, Jungkook is right after all.

-

Jimin didn't come, nor do called. it was just a total silent. he dressed in Jungkook's hoodie, bundled in blankets. "Did he call?" Jungkook spoke as he came out from the kitchen with two cups of hot chocolate. Namjoon shook his head, lips jutted in a pout. "The rain will stop soon, and I'll go home. maybe, Jimin forget"

No he didn't hyung..he's busy.

Jungkook sighed, setting both cups on the coffee table before he face Namjoon who has a deep frown on his face.

"I'm tired of seeing you crying over that asshole"

Jungkook said through his gritted teeth. he'd punch Jimin like how he had done before but, Namjoon is going to hate him for that. "I love him,kook. so much, he's everything to me" Namjoon said, curling himself into the blanket. he was tired of crying too, but it's what he deserved for being a fool. he's a puppet, who danced along with the rhythm as Jimin tugged on the string. he danced on his own blood, sweat and tears. dancing on his sorrow and misery. moving along the tugs in order to please his master. 

"just you know hyung, I'm always here to catch you when you fall"

cuz when I fall for you, you didn't catch me and left me broken

Namjoon smiled, leaning in on Jungkook shoulder. he nuzzled his face there, and next thing Jungkook knew is his shirt dampening with warm tears. he coiled his arms around Namjoon, pulling him close and gently rocked their body back and forth. Namjoon is fragile, someone who needs to be taken care of with so much gentleness and passion. but Jimin failed at that.

-

Namjoon opened the door to his and Jimin shared apartment. there sat, Jimin with phone in his hand. sweats covering his body, hair a mess with swollen lips. Namjoon's heart shattered. that's how Jimin looked like after his hot session with him, could it be Jimin is fucking someone behind his back? he ignored the stinging pain and took a seat next to Jimin.