𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐬 || 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐧✔️

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Seokjin's POV

As I awaken from my nap, feeling rejuvenated, I notice a weight on my left arm. There he is, peacefully asleep, emitting soft snores. 

How long has he been here? 

"He looks tired," I told to myself in a whisper. 

A smile tugs at my lips as I thought back about the care he has shown me. Though our time together has been brief, the depth of his care and sincerity is deeper. 

"Forgive me, hyung. But I am willing to win your heart and reclaim the love you once offered Jungkook. I'm going to be the next to keep that treasure, and I promise to care for it better than Jungkook could ever."

I sigh.

"I love Jungkook, Taehyung. I don't even know if it is possible for you to replace him. If my heart would allow so. I'm sorry if I can't accept you that way. Thank you for your dedicated care. I know I burden everyone. I don't want to drag you into my world.I hope you won't get too close," I whisper softly as I gently lift his head, ensuring not to disturb his slumber. Carefully freeing my arm, I tenderly place his head back on the bed, then rise and move to his side. 

Taking my time, I slide my arm beneath his knee and lift him into my embrace. Slowly, I settle him onto my bed, ensuring he rests comfortably. I fluff up the pillow before gently resting his head upon it, covering him with a blanket to keep him warm.

I take a moment to gaze at him, stirring up emotions that I can't act upon as my heart will forever belong to Jungkook. 

With a sigh, I leave him to rest.  

"I need to shower and then off to do my chores." 

It's Saturday, and I can't keep procrastinating. 

"Why is the washing machine running? Did Hobi wash my clothes before he left?" 

I'm intrigued. Normally, he wouldn't have time for household tasks as he's usually busy with work, even on weekends. The thought of him washing my clothes seems unusual, but then again, it's a simple task, so perhaps he lent a hand. 

After showering, I head to the kitchen and find it spotless. No dishes in the sink, a clean countertop, a gleaming window... Everything is immaculate. 

"What fuck possessed you, Jung Hoseok?"This is killing the curious cat of mine. I figure that I should get answers and that I should call him to see if the devil has finally decided to leave him.

"Yes, hyung? Is Taehyung misbehaving? Are you still in one pieace? Did you had sex?" 

"What- No! I was napping the whole day, and now he's asleep on my bed. What nonsensical shit talk are you spouting," I tut disapprovingly. 

"Then... If 'asleep' isn't the issue, would you allow him to pentrate your gorgeous asshole?" 

"You're disgusting. I'm calling to ask why you suddenly have  a heart to clean my place. It's spotless; are you possessed or something?" 

"Pfft. What? Why would I clean your damn house, hyung. I didn't have the time to clean your house. I hurried over here, and you know it." 

"If it wasn't you, then..." 

"Yes, hyung. He's a good guy just as I told you. Last night, he confessed how he fell for you at first sight." 

"Hah! I doubt it will last. My heart belongs to Jungkook, and Jungkook alone." 

"You know... You need to let go of this Jungkook thing. I'm serious this time. What has he done to make you so obsessed with him?" The obvious frustration from him. I can't help but to feel and think, heck, I even know that he is right. But every part of me feel like I shouldn't think of Jungkook any other way other than how he had loved me.