Between Two Brothers {Jungkook/Yugyeom}

Fight the Feeling

If you love two people at the same time, choose the second. 

Because if you really loved the first, you would never have fallen for the second.

I closed the door over behind myself, my heart pounding loudly against my chest, enough to make me feel sick. I closed my eyes tight, feeling out of balance with myself. A mixture of emotions washed through me but the only one that I could focus on was the guilt. The overwhelming guilt that I felt. 

Had I just cheated on Yugyeom? 

It didn't matter that Jungkook was the one who had kissed me. I'd kissed him back and worse than that, I couldn't deny that I'd enjoyed it. There was absolutely no denying it. I'd enjoyed the taste of his lips and the way his hands had held onto me as though I was made of silk that ran the risk of slipping through his fingers. 

My hand rose to my mouth, running along my lip lightly, remembering the way his lips had moved against me. I placed my head into my hands, my chest heaving. Yugyeom was right, he'd been right all along. 

I was a slut. I hadn't been away from him for more than 24 hours and I was already finding myself locked in the embrace of another man. I fell into an uneasy and uncomfortable sleep. 

I woke up the next morning, loud knocks ringing out on the door. I was huddled in a heap, my face puffy from all of the crying. I climbed to my feet, legs and arms feeling stiff from the way that I'd slept. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands, stepping back into the middle of my room. I looked out of the window, not ready to deal with whoever was about to walk in the door. I hoped it wasn't Jungkook. 

"Y/N?" I turned around at the sound of my name. Jimin was standing in the doorway, smiling. "I've brought you some clothes. Jungkook would like you to get dressed." He placed them down on the bed. 

"Get dressed? What for?" I asked, looking over the jeans and t-shirt that Jimin had placed on the bed. 

"We're going out." 

"Who's going out?" 

"Me and you." 

"Me and you...?" He laughed at my apparent fear, running his hand through his hair. 

"You and me." He reiterated. 

"Uh, thanks but I don't really feel like going out." I backtracked, heading closer to the window. I didn't understand what was happening. 

"Believe me, you'll want to come out." He laughing, clearly knowing something that I didn't. My brow furrowed. 

"Why?" I asked bluntly. "What do you know that I don't?" Jimin looked behind him, closing the door over lightly so not to be overheard. 

"If anyone asks, I said nothing-" He looked around once more. "Jungkook's Father is coming over shortly to 'assess' Jungkook's decision. Jungkook thinks it's for the best that you're not in the house. I can't say I blame him." 

"Yugyeom's Father?" I spoke quietly. I'd never met him but I'd heard plenty about him. Jimin nodded. 

"So come on. Get yourself a shower, get changed and we'll head out for a drive somewhere. It's better than having to deal with Jungkook's Father." 

I nodded my head lightly in agreement as Jimin broke into a smile. 

"I'll come back for you in 30 minutes." He said. 

Yugyeom's Point of View

Y/N's Father burst through the front door, his cheeks flush and his chest heaving. His eyes sought out Yugyeom, who was sitting on the sofa scrolling through his phone in desperation.