Jinkook Exhibit

5.2 Happy Birthday

"Wait, Jungkook!" Seokjin shouts as Jungkook refuse to listen to him. The younger dragging him to his car without having looking back at him.

"Release me! You're hurting me!" he try to pull his wrist but Jungkook tightened his grip.

"You're drunk, hyung. Let's go home, shall we?"

"Drunk..? What are you-- I am not drunk! I am completely sober! Let me go, okay? I can walk by myself!"

The younger stop walking. Seokjin looking up at the back of his head, hoping for him to turn around.

"-- You like it..?"

"Like.. What..?"

"You are not drunk.. So you must be like it.."

"What are you talking about..?"

"The kiss! I'm talking about the fucking kisses between you and that fucking bastard-!" Jungkook breaks in. He's snapped at Seokjin's feigning ignorance about what just happened a few minutes ago at the party.

"..." Seokjin in lost of words. He didn't know what to answer to the question. He look down to his shoes, trying to figure why Taehyung did what he did. But Jungkook didn't seem to want to accept a silence as an answer.

"So it's true. You like the kiss."

"Jungkook..."

"Shut up, bitch!" this time, he pull Seokjin rougher than earlier, that Seokjin almost stumble on the ground.

"Jungkook.. It's hurts..." the elder begs for him to release his wrist as Jungkook starting to hurt him more but the younger didn't listen.

...

Jungkook dragging Seokjin out from the car right after they arrived at his private home. He didn't bother to go back to their share house but instead, driving his car like a mad man to his own house.

Seokjin stiffened, stood unmoving while Jungkook struggling with the passcode to open the door.

"Fuck!" The younger slammed the door when he failed to enter the right number. He was so angry that making him forget the passcode.

The anger from his eyes showed that he was actually scared. Seokjin could see the pain beneath it and feel guilty even he's not the one who to blame. "I'm sorry..." the words slipped from his two lips.

Jungkook's paused. Hearing to Seokjin's sorry making anger boiled deep in his system, as hot as lava. It churned within, hungry for destruction, and he know it's too much for him to handle.

The pressure of anger would force him to say things he do not mean, or to express thoughts he had suppressed for weeks.

He know he have to let Seokjin go before he erupt. And he too, know that this feeling will pass, but while it hasn't, he well aware he could really hurt Seokjin, the person he love the most.

But still, he don't have any intentions to let this slide. He has to clear things down with Seokjin or else, they will probably be distance with each other more.

It's already taking tolls on him for all the time they have to pretend to be only brothers in front of the fans and all the staffs. They have to hide the secret from everyone. The only person that knew about them was the members.

But tonight, Taehyung breaking all the odds, getting the cat out of the bag by kissing his lover. And now he don't care anymore. Seokjin is his and his alone. He has to let the elder know about that fact so he wouldn't dare to turn his back at him.

"Shut up. You've lost your chance to explain."

Jungkook ran his hand through his long hair, untie the man bun in slow succession and fixed Seokjin in a stare that could have frozen the Pacific.

He snarled more than spoke. "How does it taste, that bastard lips? Did you enjoy it? Nice, huh? To share his saliva. Did his tongue do the magic like I did?"

Seokjin sigh. He dropped his gaze to the floor and hooked his thumbs into the pocket of his worn jeans. Explaining to Jungkook has never been easy for him as Jungkook's rather make his own assumptions than to listen.

"I am guilty free, but I'm not stopping you, because I love you, and like what I said, just do whatever you want."

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