I panicked when his eyes got teary again. I advanced and sat on the edge of his bed.

====================================

(Still JK's POV)

"I really wanted to hate you Jeon Jungkook. You're such an asshole and a bully. I wanted to hate you so...so much but I just can't. Yesterday, when you insulted me in the hallways and when you hit me with the ball, I promised myself to stop loving you and hate you and avoid you-"

"Wait. Wait, what?"

He sniffles and wipes his tears with the back of his hand.

"What?"

He asks back.

"The one you said after I hit you with the ball."

Shit, why is my heart beating faster now?

"That I hate you?"

He asks and he looks so cute right now.

"No, the one before you said you hate me?"

Fuck, why can't I just ask him directly?

He seems to ponder for a while before blushing and tried covering his face.

"I mean...I said I hate you."

Wait, did I hear him wrong or what?

"Oh..."

We stayed quiet for...like a minute?

"Please don't be nice to me so sudden."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm used to being insulted, hurt and-"

"Taehyung, stop."

"But it's true."

"I said stop."

He shut his mouth.

"I feel sick knowing I'm one of those people who hurt and insulted you. I feel mad at myself. I went too far yesterday and I really regret it, especially when my friends slap the truth of me becoming a monster in my face."

I continued when he didn't say anything.

"Again. I'm sincerely sorry."

"Hmm."

He nodded and tried standing up but he whimpered and holds his stomach.

"Where are you going? Are you hurt? Where?"

I aided him down on his bed again.

"I want to go to the bathroom."

He answered with a pained expression.

"Shit, sorry. Did I hit you so badly yesterday?"

"No. It wasn't you."

"What?"

Before he could protest, I lifted his shirt and he pulled it down quickly.

"Who the fuck did that to you?"

My anger is building up again.

I guess you could say I'm hot-tempered.

"N-no one."

"Is it the group of guys yesterday? Don't lie to me, Taehyung."

I don't know why do I feel like punching those guys in their ugly faces? Especially when he slowly nodded.

"Shit."

I cursed loudly and he flinched.

"S-sorry. I don't mean to scare you."

"Why, why are you mad?"

"Of course I'm mad! I'm mad at myself. I'm mad at those assholes who gave you those bruises. Of course I'm mad."

"But...why?"

Yeah, why?

"I...because....how can they hurt you that bad? Why didn't you fight back? Or shouted for help?"

"Even if I did, no one would help me."

"I would. I mean starting from now. If...just shout for help."

What the hell am I saying? Am I playing the hero role now?

He smiled shyly.

Fuck, he's beautiful when he smiles fully.

I cleared my throat and pretended to yawn.

"Just go to the bathroom. I will continue sleeping now."

I walked back to my bed and sat there.

He stood up slowly and went to the bathroom.

"Fuck, what's happening?"

I whispered while fanning myself. Why does my face feel so warm now?

I looked around and saw his small book on the table.

Maybe I'm a little nosy.

Maybe I picked his small book that turned out to be his diary.

Maybe I read the latest page he wrote...

Today, I will never look at him the same I did throughout these years!

I promise to stop my feelings for him.

But luck isn't always on my side!!!

He's my roommate! MY ROOMMATE!

Why is this happening to me? I want to hate him! I promise to stop loving him! I really hate him but...

And that is where he stopped writing, I guess that's when I interrupted him.

"What are you doing?"

I turned to look at him standing with a shock expression.

I looked at his small book in my hand and his face.

"I...uhm..."

I awkwardly put his diary back on his table and walked to my bed.

"What...what did you..."

"I guess I didn't hear you wrong earlier."

I said looking at him for a second before looking anywhere else.

This fucking smile wants to fucking betray me.

I bit my lips and nodded slowly like an idiot.

"I...I can explain."

He sounded embarrassed and nervous.

"Sleep."

"What?"

"Just sleep, Taehyung."

"Uhm..."

"And don't worry...."

"...you kinda...look cute."

I fake-coughed and glances at his blushing face before lying down on my bed.

"Don't smile like an idiot there and sleep. And I said you look just kinda cute. KINDA."

I smiled to myself before covering my face with my blanket.

"Thank you."

He whispered loud enough for me to hear.

I heard him lie down on his bed and I tried peeking on him but he caught me.

What the fuck? Gather yourself, Jeon Jungkook.

"I changed my mind."

I turned to my side facing his bed. He did the same.

"I don't find you kinda cute."

He looked taken aback and sad after.

"I...I know."

He weakly answered.

I stared at him. He stared at me before turning his back on my side.

"You're beautiful, Taehyung."

He didn't move.

I smiled thinking he might be smiling too.

"And I mean it."

Maybe this is the beginning of me gathering my shits together and being honest with myself.

Why did I bully him in the first place?

Maybe because I desperately wanted his attention.

But now I know, I need to be careful.

Being greedy and desperate can turn you into a monster without even noticing it.

"Jungkook, are you asleep?"

"Hmmm?"

"About what I said and wrote...."

"Hmm?"

"I said and wrote...I promised to stop loving you."

My heart ached, a little. I swear. Only a little.

And maybe my eyes wanted to sweat a little too.

Fuck, what are you doing to me Kim Taehyung?

"I guess sometimes..."

He paused.

"Promises are made to be broken."

================================

Oh my gad! My heart! My heart! I cannot! I really wanted to slap Jungkook at the beginning of this three-shot.

But olelele, I hope I made him look like a cheesy awkward fucking coconut man in the end.

Goodbye!😀