taesteekookie(ao3)
                              Jungkook got a little jealous over some attention Taehyung got from someone at the BBMAs.
                              He just needed to be reminded how much Tae really needs him.
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Jungkook sighed heavily as he laid in his luxurious hotel bed, exhausted from their experience at the BBMAs. Everyone came back, showered and went to their separate rooms in their shared suite. The rooms were simple yet modern. Walls painted in a smokey grey color with off-white plush carpeting. All the furniture in the room matched, sleek and black. A large framed black and white picture of the City of Los Angeles hung on the wall above the bed.
                              The boys were excited to hear that they each scored a private room that came with a king-sized bed. The beds were dressed with the fluffiest pillows and the softest, whitest sheets you'd ever see. The first thing Jungkook did when he got in the room earlier was belly flop on the white downy comforter.
                              His inky black hair was slightly damp from his shower and he was wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and dark navy boxer-briefs. He was curled up under the blankets and turned on his side to face the hotel room's window and gazed out at the brightly lit city night sky.
                              The others always found it a little strange that Jungkook would leave the curtains of his hotel windows open. It's not so weird if they're on the top floor, no one could see in. There was something soothing about letting the moonlight shine in. It seems to relax him and helps bring him back down from his performance high. But after all the excitement tonight, his adrenaline was taking longer than usual to come down. He was struggling to fall asleep.
                              Turning over on his back he looked up at the ceiling and let out a soft sigh. He listened carefully to the silence throughout the rest of the shared hotel suite and felt disappointed.
                              They must have all passed out by now.
                              It sounded like even the staff had retired for the night and gone to their own rooms down the hall. Jungkook didn't quite feel like being alone for once and contemplated doing another VLive. He shook his head to himself, feeling self-conscious because all of his make-up was gone and his hair was messy.
                              He started to think about everything he saw and did at the BBMAs. Meeting all those celebrities, getting to see all of those live performances. At first, he felt thankful and lucky that they've made it this far. But then those damn thoughts and feelings he's been trying to fight all night came running back into his mind. Flashes of Bebe Rexha leaning up into Tae and recording a short clip of her and him.
                              UGH.
                              Then she popped up again behind him when he was holding his phone up recording himself and the boys dancing to a song. Jungkook rolled his eyes as a snarl began to grow on his lips.
                              What does she even want? Who is she, and why does she think she can just barge in and be all over Taehyung like that??
                              Jungkook could feel his face getting hot, and his body began to tense. He despised coming across the video of her and Taehyung posted on Twitter later, "Haaaaayyyy," she said, right by his ear.
                              So annoying, he probably didn't even understand anything you said Bebe, so go away.
                              It upset Jungkook more when he thought about how Tae just let her do that.
                              I know everyone falls in love with him when they meet him because.... well, it's Taehyung. Why wouldn't they? BUT STILL. He just let her be all over him.  It was like I wasn't sitting just six seats away from him. In front of all the celebrities. In front of ARMY. In front of all the cameras. In front of... me. Whatever. There's no way he'd be interested in her. She's far from his type.
                                      
                                   
                                              
                                           
                                               
                                                  