Odd Lollipop Out // VKook

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Jungkook's POV (3rd person)

"Hyung, I don't know what to do! What the fuck did I do in the party to make him hate me?!" Jungkook lightly tugged on his own hair as he flopped on his bed.

It's been a couple days since that awkward confrontation during lunch and Taehyung hadn't left his mind ever since. He was scared of what he might have done to weird him out. What if he did something repulsive? Not again.

"I don't know." Jimin shrugged, swaying the swivel chair from side to side. "You probably did some really gay shit to come out to him."

"Not. Helping." The younger glared but the other boy only laughed. "Don't worry too much about it, Kookie. He'll tell you at some point."

"I hope that 'some point' is soon." He mumbled to himself, making the older frown at his bestfriend's mood before getting up from his seat and laying next to Jungkook, pulling the boy into a cuddle. The younger only wrapped an arm around him but continued to stare at the ceiling.

"It will, Jungkook. Just be patient with him." Jimin tiredly said, nuzzling his head on the other's chest.

A couple peaceful minutes pass by before the older decided to sleepily talk, voice muffled by the younger's sweater. "I think Hoseok-hyung hates me."

The bunny boy was taken aback by the sudden sadness in his bestfriend's tone, making him avert his eyes to him. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know. I'd catch him giving me distasted looks then looking away as if I didn't see him."

"That doesn't sound like Hoseok." Jungkook stopped to think for a second before continuing. "But then again he's been acting weird for the last few days."

"Exactly! I thought we were fine last week but I guess maybe he found a flaw." Jimin mumbled the last part with a frown causing the younger to tighten his arm around him.

"Hyung I'm sure it's not about you." He assured the older but not completely sure since Hoseok has been acting off ever since Jimin and Yoongi have gotten closer. He didn't blame him though because he knew he would've also been jealous if he was in the redhead's place.

"I wish he would talk to me." The shorter male pouted, drifting into sleep

Taehyung's POV (3rd person)

It's now Friday of the next week and Taehyung still hadn't talked to Jungkook. He even started hanging out in the library just to avoid the bunny boy, his excuse being that he had to go do make-up work for his classes which he knew started to become such an unrealistic excuse after using it for 5 days straight.

Jungkook, Jimin, and Yoongi were currently at the cafeteria while Taehyung hid in his usual spot. And Hoseok... well no one really knew where he's been going during lunch. He's also been ditching the boys for some peculiar reason.

The blonde scrolled through his social media, keeping himself busy since he already finished all of his homework with the excessive time that he had.

He hadn't told anyone about what happened after the party.

But he was dying to.

He just didn't know who.

"Taehyung-ah." A familiar voice with an unfamiliar tone softly called out to him, respecting the librarian's 'keep quiet' rule. The boy looked up to see a redhead sitting next to him before quickly averting his eyes back to his device.

"What are you doing here?" The younger monotonously questioned.

During the time that he's been isolating himself, he went back to being that cold Kim Taehyung that everyone was used to before Jungkook came. But this time he's been cold towards his Hyungs too.

"So... anything bothering you?" Hoseok asked, completely ignoring Taehyung's question. "Actually you wouldn't be here if there wasn't." He scratched the back of his neck, not knowing how to approach the younger. The blonde scoffed as if he didn't care but truly, he was listening and hoping his hyung would ask the one question that he's been wanting to hear.

"Taehyung, what's wrong?" The later asked and Taehyung sighed in relief. "You don't know how long I've been wanting for someone to ask me that." He looked at Hoseok with sad eyes.

Yoongi had been busy with Jimin for the past week, Hoseok had been disappearing, and Jungkook just didn't ask because he thought he would piss off the older even more. He didn't really want to approach someone with his problems unless they insisted.

"Okay..." Taehyung breathed, preparing to let out a big rant. "So during the party, Jungkook got really drunk and acted all wild so I pulled him out of the house and brought him somewhere where he could sober up. When we got there he was all sleepy and drowsy and cute so I couldn't help but take a closer look at his adorable face but then something happened and I've been trying to avoid Jungkook ever since. I'd ignore his texts and calls and even ignore him in real life which if you didn't already catch on, I hang out in the library now for that reason. And I feel bad but I'm just scared-"

"Tae!" The redhead whisper shouted, shaking the boy by his shoulders. "What happened?"

The younger slouched before continuing. "We kissed."

"So you've been avoiding him because he kissed you?" Hoseok chuckled.

"Well no. He didn't kiss me, he was sleepy and fell forward and next thing I knew our lips were together but it was more like a five second peck than an actual kiss. But still! I never kissed anyone before, you know this." He looked down at his own lap at the last part, embarrassed of his nonsensical reasoning for not interacting with the boy.

"Hey, look at me." The redhead ordered him with a stern voice and the younger could only follow. "The sooner you talk to him about this, the sooner you'll get all this stress off of your shoulders."

Knowing his hyung was right, he sighed with a small nod. "Thanks Hyung." The older lightly patted his back before he could continue. "So anything bothering you?"

"Well... that's exactly why I was here. I need to talk to someone about-"

The bell suddenly rang, indicating that it's time to head to class.

"Sorry Hyung, I'll talk to you some other time! Thanks again!" Tae ran off to his next class, completely oblivious of Hoseok's saddened aura.

"But-" Hoseok could only slump back on the chair, whispering to himself. "Nevermind."