Chapter Eighteen.
"I'm a coward who pretends to be tough."

Warning: profanity may be used.

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Taehyung's POV
9/25/18, 3:47 PM

I take a deep breath as I knock on Jungkook's door.

For the past three weeks, I've been watching Jungkook and Jimin hangout constantly, getting very close, flirting even. I've had enough of it, I don't know why, but I can't stand them seeing each other like that. Maybe because their both my friends and I don't want things to end badly? Yeah... that.

Jungkook and I have been ignoring each other within those weeks because of what happened that one night.

I can't believe he used me... His roommate! But I should've known, he is a playboy after all. But I have to admit, it's half my fault too. After all, I was the one that, y'know...

My thoughts were interrupted by the man himself, opening the door.

"Oh, hey. Do you need anything? Have you been eating lately-"

"We need to talk," I deadpanned.

"Oh... Okay," he breathed out what seems like, relief.

Jungkook let me in his newly decorated room, sat on his bed and patted the spot next to him. I walked painfully slow and sat down where he wanted me, at, in the same pace.

"I'm so sorry!" We both rushed out, at the same time.

We looked each other in the eyes and softly smiled, forgetting what we were talking about. But only for a few seconds.

I sighed deeply, still looking into his eyes. I fold my hands into my lap, trying to cover up my nervousness.

"I'm sorry, Taehyung," he said, honestly apologetic for what happened.

"But... Um, why were you...?"

I laughed, "Some Markson smut dude."

He laughed along with me.

"I'm sorry too. Are we okay, now?" I said unsurely.

"Yeah, Tae, we're good," Jungkook smiled at me, putting his hand over mine. The nickname for me sending butterflies in my stomach.

Funny... When anyone else calls me by my nickname, there are no butterflies...? That's weird.

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9/26/18, 4:39 PM

"Jiminie!"

"Hey, Taehyung! Where's Jungkook?" Jimin said, as bubbly as ever.

"Right here," a voice chuckled behind me.

"Jungkookie!" Jimin's eyes lit up as he ran into Jungkook's arms.

I pouted, why didn't he give me a nickname?

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9/27/18, 7:28 PM

Just look at me, please. Jungkook, Jimin, someone, I sigh.

I play with my phone as Jungkook is running around the flat with Jimin on his back. Not a care in the world, not even caring about anyone else except themselves.

Neither of them even noticing my existence.

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9/28/18, 7:36 PM

Ignorance. Why does it feel so bad when you get ignored? It's even worse if it's by your best friend. Even more so, if it's because of your roommate, who's also your best friend.

"Kookie! Can we watch a movie? Please?" Jimin asked excitedly as he jumped onto Jungkook.

I roll my eyes.

"Sure Chimchim! Is that okay Taehyung?" Jungkook adverted his eyes from Jimin to me.

Wow... I think that's the first time he's looked at me in two days.

"Oh yeah, Taehyung's here," Jimin mumbled.

It wasn't meant to be heard but we all did. I glare at the ground, and Jungkook pocked the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

"Whatever," I mumbled as I kept my glare to the ground.

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9/30/18, 9:52 PM

It's getting even worse now. Every day after our classes, Jimin would come over. Take Jungkook's attention. Flirt. Get his way. Leave. But lately he's been adding another step; make sure that I'm upset with what's happening.

I look over at a sleeping Jungkook, and a wide-awake Jimin that's tucked into his side, smirking at me.

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10/1/18, 8:43 PM

"Can we watch another movie?" Jimin asked while jumping up and down on Jungkook's lap.

Jungkook quickly looked at me in the corner of his eyes, watching me sit down on the far end of the couch, glaring at the duo. I roll my eyes.

"Can I pick the movie this time?" I spoke up in what seems like weeks, but only the first time today. Jimin quickly glares at me then looks at Jungkook with fake tears in his eyes.

"B-but I wanted to pick the movie..."

"Hmph, okay Jimin, go pick the movie," Jimin smirked at me then quickly went off to find a movie.

Jungkook suddenly gets up and sits very close to me, to the point where we're touching. He grabs my hand and kisses it, his lips lingering for a little too long. Not that I'm complaining though.

"I'm sorry for Jimin, Taetae," he said apologetically, the nickname sending once again, butterflies into my stomach.

"It's whatever, it hurts, yeah. But it's fine. He obviously likes you, you should go for it," I said looking away, not being able to meet his eyes.

Jungkook sighs deeply, seeing that Jimin is coming back. He slides back to where he was sitting.

He whispers, looking at me dead in the eyes, "But I don't want to."

But I didn't quite catch it as I'm still seething in my anger.

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10/2/18, 10:04 PM

Jimin's words still ringing in my head, playing on a non-stop record. Playing, over and over again until it drives me insane.

Before Jimin left, Jungkook walked back into his room to take a nap.

Jimin grabbed my wrists, slamming me on the wall. He leaned in close, to the point where I could feel his breath on my ear, tickling it.

"Stay away from Jungkook," he said in a low voice, glaring into my eyes.

"How can I stay away from him if we're roommates?" I knit my eyebrows in confusion.

"Figure it out, just remember. Jungkook. Is. Mine," he said while letting go with one last shove, walking out.

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Jimin's POV
10/2/18, 10:08 PM

Calm down Jimin. Stop crying, for Pete's sake.

...

Oh, who am I kidding!? I'm hurting my best friend for some guy! Snap out of it Jimin!

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even notice that I walked into my dorm.

Dammit, I'm still crying.

I pull my hood over my head, taking my shoes off, before effortlessly laying down on my bed.

I try to fall asleep but I can't, for many reasons;

1. I'm hurting my best friend

2. I have a friend-with-benefits

3. Min. Fucking. Yoongi, the devil. Why he's ignoring me? Who knows.

Without even realizing it, I drift off to sleep, not even noticing the door opening. Or how Yoongi covers me with my duvet.