It's gradual. The process of realising what he feels for Taehyung is different than what he feels for the rest of the members — it's slow and it's pure torture. Jungkook becomes painfully aware of himself staring at Taehyung a little longer when he gets out of the shower, droplets of water clinging on to those gorgeous pecs or the way his eyes stay glued to the older's lips when he eats with a cute little pout, just innocently wondering how they'd feel against his own.

Yeah, you see what Jungkook means.

He's in love.

Deep in love.

He was also in denial. He tried to rule it all out as a teenage phase except he was way past that phase, no longer a teen.

So well, so much for trying to rule it out as that.

He feels a little pang of jealousy when he finds the vmin soulmates, cuddling on the couch, so close that it seems like their lips are inches away from touching. He tears his gaze off them with a sigh.

Not like Taehyung was his to begin with. And having a crush on his own band member— so not a good move.

Then again, he had no control over who he fell in love with.

Absolutely none.

It wasn't his choice.

It just...happened.

To be continued