mi amor | jungkook AU

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the world feels colder when i wake up. it's about four in the morning and i can not go back to sleep. i get out of my room to greet the empty and, possibly, colder hallway floor. my footsteps don't seem to make noises as i walk down the dark hallway.

i can see the light from the balcony windows. did hoseok not shut the blinds when i went to bed? i make a quick stop at the bathroom before heading to the kitchen. i pour myself a cup of milk and almost drop my cup when i see taehyung in the living room.

"shouldn't you be asleep?!" i whisper to him as i came closer. he shrugs, "i woke up like you did." i roll my eyes, "yeah, well i wasn't drunk."

"well, you slept alone in your room. i woke up to jungkook talking." he says. how the fuck did hoseok deal with them. "i see." i nod at him. he sips what i assume is coffee because of the steam that comes off it.

"he talks about you a lot in his sleep." he tells me. "why're you telling me this?" i ask him. he shrugs, "everyone knows something is off without you guys together. you and yoongi are cute, but jungkook..."

i wait for him to finish the sentence, but all he does is sip his cup of coffee. i take a sip of my milk. "how did you sleep?" he asks me. i shrug, "not enough?"

"did you and yoongi ever talk last night?" he asks me. i eye him, suspiciously, "why?"

he shrugs, "just a question... also because i remember him looking sad when you took him in his room."

"for a drunk, you have weirdly good memory..." i mumble. "i know" he chuckles.

we sip our beverages in silence again.

"so what's going to happen?" he asks me. i look at him, not sure what he was asking. "you and yoongi." he adds. my mouth forms and o-shape and then frowns. i shrug. "we know you miss jungkook." he continues to talk.

"i don't." i clarify. he scoffs, "yeah, that's why you had a death grip on yoongi's hand when he was talking to another girl that was flirting with him." i don't know why, but my blood boils at the memory.

"getting a little red there, mor." he sees with a small, sly smile on his face.

"shut up." i say. he raises his eyebrows, "so you do miss jungkook?"

incoherent noises of baffle come out my mouth before i muster out, "no!" he shushes me, "it's almost five in the morning. be quiet."

i look at him baffled.

"all i'm saying is that jungkook still loves you. he's an idiot for the shit he did, but he still loves you." he tells me. "i know yoongi loves you too, but you guys think you have to be together because that's how the story is suppose to go right? childhood best friends of the opposite gender fall in love with each other. happy ever after, right? woo." the sarcasm and monotone in his voice doesn't falter.

"i think yoongi likes someone else, but he's stuck on you... more of, he's focused on seeing where your stories turn out. your guys' story is running out of words to tell." he sips his coffee again, eyes focused on the lightening color of the sky. "i know you love jungkook."

i continue to stare at him. "taehyung?" i say. he hums. "shut up." i tell him.

"but you know i'm right."

"i never said you were."

"you didn't say i was wrong either." he retaliates. i purse my lips in frustration. he looks at me and smiles. and very seriously, he goes, "you love jungkook. stop lying to avoiding it because you think you and yoongi have to be like the movies. you've always been in love with jungkook since you've met him."

i didn't get a chance to say anything else. namjoon wakes up and greets us before he continues to make breakfast for when the guys wake up. one by one they all wake up. and when yoongi awakens, i ask him how he's feeling.

"i feel a little down, but it must be from the headache, right?" he asks, kissing my forehead. taehyung clears his throat, and when i look at him i know exactly what he's thinking.

i love jungkook.