Hunger (Taekook)

Chapter Eleven- Awkward Spaces

"Jesus, Taehyung! Get your shit together and stay out of my path during the bridge! I can't get to my spot if you're blocking it." Jungkook scoffed, making me flinch as he spat in my face.

"I-I'm sorry." I stumbled back to my position in the formation.

It had been two weeks.

Two weeks since I rejected him.

Obviously he was still upset.

Jungkook just rolled his eyes and walked off to Jimin, who gave his shoulder a tight squeeze.

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, forcing it down, and started to blink away the tears that threatened to fall.

"It wasn't your fault, Tae." Namjoon put an arm around my shoulder. "I was also out if position and it caused you to go around me. He shouldn't have snapped at you."

"He's been like this for two weeks. I'm getting used to it at this point."

Namjoon frowned and pulled me into the corner, whispering so nobody else could hear. "You shouldn't have to get used to it, Taehyungie. He's being a complete dickhead, to all of us, except Jiminie."

"Maybe their dating." I whispered, only to myself. The thought made me cringe, but I deserved the pain after what I caused him.

"You two need to work it out."

I shrugged. "Everytime I try and talk to him he walks off."

Namjoon pressed two fingers against the bridge of his nose. "Okay, I'll take care of it after dance practice."

He walked off right as we were called back to rehearsal.

•••••

Jungkook tried to escape to his room the second we got back to the dorm. Namjoon gripped his arm and sat him on the couch.

"You two need to figure this out." Namjoon stated bluntly, making Jungkook and I avoid each other's eyes.

"There is nothing to figure out," Jungkook began, making me frown. His next words made my heart throb inside of my chest. "We wouldn't want to regret anything."

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. I stood up and started to walk off, headed for my bedroom. I heard footsteps chasing after me but I ignored them, going to slam the door before it was stopped with a foot. 

"Taehyung." Yoongi had a stern voice, making me turn around and face him. "We need to fix this problem."

"If he is going to be immature, then I don't want anything to do with him."

Yoongi's eyebrow quirked up before he walked away, leaving me confused. I shrugged, finally feeling like I can relax, until my bedroom door was thrown open again.

Jungkook was shoved into my room, the door shutting behind him, and the sound of something being moved in front of it followed a second later.

"You two can come out when the air has been cleared and we can all live peacefully again!" Hoseok shouted before we heard all of the rest of their footsteps retreating. 

Jungkook eyed me before going to open the door, unable to swing it open because of the furniture blocking it. "You have got to be shitting me."

I sat down at the foot of my bed, my head in my hands as the tears threatened to fall. I felt like I was trapped. I knew Hoseok was serious about not moving the furniture until we had made up, but it seemed impossible in that moment.

"Well, looks like we're stuck here because of you." Jungkook scoffed before sitting down at my desk chair, spinning around and clicking a pen repeatedly in his hands.