One Night | BTS FF

Chapter 11

~Taehyung's POV~

After Namjoon carried Seokjin off, I crawled over Jungkook and went to sit down by J-Hope. He glanced over at me, but didn't say anything. I moved closer to him, and hugged his arm with one arm and placed my other arm's hand on his thigh.

"You're cute." I mumbled, slowly sliding my hand further up his thigh.

He just quietly watched me for a few seconds, until my hand ran over the bulge in his tight pants. He grabbed my hand, and removed it. "Don't you have a boyfriend?" He spat, before glaring over at Jungkook, who gave him a pair of innocent doe eyes back.

"Jungkook? No, he isn't my boyfriend. He's just a guy that won't take a hint." I said, and groped the bulge in his pants again. "You're total bang material, J-Hope." I mumbled, palming him. He gave me no reaction though. I pouted a bit, but didn't stop my advances. I placed my hand on his cheek and turned his head towards me.

I tried teasing him by brushing my lips on his, and I was surprised whenever he mumbled, "Stop it, Taehyung."

I furrowed my eyebrows as my eyes met his. "How do you know my name?" I asked, and he frowned.

"You seriously can't tell who you're sitting next to? Not even by my voice? Seokjin hyung got it within the first minute of me being here. I guess you and Jimin don't care as much." He spat quietly, and growled in my ear. "It's Hoseok, dumbass. The same guy you were a total bitch to a couple days ago. Now get the fuck away from me, you damn slut."

My heart lurched at his harsh words. J-Hope was Hoseok? Now that he said it, I could kind of see the resemblance. But the paint covered up his features really well. I frowned, and grabbed Hoseok's hand. I yanked him up out of the seat, and drug him to the nearest bathroom. I locked the door and shoved him up against the wall. He glared at me, but I ignored it.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, as I grabbed a ton of toilet paper and wet it. I went over to him and began to wash off the paint, against his will. He struggled against me, but I had him backed up into the corner. I wiped off most of the paint, before he managed to shove me hard enough to get me away.

"What the hell are you doing?" He yelled, and I jumped. But I tried standing my ground.

"I'm wiping off all this stupid paint! Hyung, why are you wearing all this? You look ridiculous!"

"What's it to you if I look ridiculous or not? I told you to get the fuck away from me, didn't I? So stay away you fucking bitch!"

I slapped him as hard as I could, and shoved him back up against the wall. I held fistfuls of his shirt as I looked up at him. "Shut the fuck up!" I snapped back. "Stop talking to me like that, you jerk!"

"You were a bitch to me whenever Jungkook got involved, so why can't I be a dick to you?" He spat, and I frowned.

"Hyung..." I sighed, and pressed my forehead against his chest, no longer wanting to look at him. "I was mean to you because...I was mad. I wanted to try and make you jealous...because I was jealous."

"What?" He growled, and I looked up at him, my eyes beginning to tear up. He looked surprised to see me beginning to cry.

"I was jealous, okay? That you rejected me! I hated that you were always hooking up with other people too, and your honesty about it just bothered me even more!" I said, and he frowned.

"What?" He asked, and I sighed.

"Hyung, I..." I slowly wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his chest. "I'm sorry."

"What? Why are you sorry?"

"Because...my jealousy caused me to put such a strain on our friendship, and..because..." I quietly mumbled the last part. "I really like you, hyung. For a long time. I was jealous because I wanted you to only look at me. I love you, and it really hurts to always see you with someone else. And whenever you rejected me that first time, I...I got jealous. And I hooked up with Jungkook. I didn't know you would come to my house the next morning, so...I tried to play it off. I lied to you whenever I said he was my boyfriend. I wanted to see if you would give me any kind of reaction. I wanted you to be jealous too. But..you just got mad at me..." The more that I confessed everything I felt, the more I began to cry. Eventually, I was sobbing into his chest, and he was just standing there, not sure what to do. "I...I love you, Hoseokie hyung. I really want to be with you, but...if you just see me as a nuisance and a slut, then..I can leave you alone. I promise.." I sobbed quietly, clutching his sides as I waited for his response. For him to reject me.