LOVE TRIANGLE

- in which jungkook, his whole being about as pretty as the stars, and hoseok, all round ray of sunshine, both fall in love with you; requested by ruthyyall

You tighten your hands around the straps of your backpack, keeping your head low as you clumsily navigate yourself around the crowded hallways. You vaguely remember the directions to the office that you were told a few weeks ago when being given a tour of your new school. Sighing, you decide to lift your head up ever so slightly and read the signs that extend from the walls, hoping at least one of them will read office before your first class starts.

Thankfully, the students have decided to take their matters elsewhere, leaving the hallways reasonably empty. You roll your shoulders to relieve some of the tension and glance around, wanting to get a good feel of the school you'll be spending the next three or so years of your life at.

To your left is a history classroom, your mind recalling the tour guide taking you and your parents past this exact room to head to the front office. Confirming that you're heading in the right direction, you glance over to your right side, frowning when your gaze lands on a drinking fountain. The outside of the drinking fountain has three, almost claw like, slashes down it's side, the ridges of those slashes painted a dark red to represent blood.

You smirk at the creativity and continue down the hall, certain that you know exactly where you're going now.

Finally, you end up at the front office, grunting as you push open the door, flashing the lady behind the desk a sweet smile. She waves you in, grinning happily as you approach her shyly.

"Hi, sweetheart. So lovely to see you again," she greets, her voice light and calming. You nod your head, shuffling in your spot as you ask about the principal, your voice soft.

"Don't worry, dear. He's just dealing with some stuff so he'll be done shortly. How about you take a seat?" She explains, motioning towards the chairs placed to the side, a boy arrogantly occupying one of the seats with a toothpick in between his teeth, his almost dark gaze on you.

Nervously, you nod, avoiding eye contact with the boy as you subconsciously take the seat beside him, your cheeks heating up at the realisation. You can feel that his eyes are still trained on you but you don't want to look to confirm it. Instead, you fidget with your hands, patiently waiting for the principal to come and get you.

"Hi," the boy beside you starts, smirking when you slowly turn your head to acknowledge his presence. Your eyes naturally flick up to meet his, the air filling your lungs being whisked away the minute you make eye contact.

His eyes are a hickory as rich as the earth's soil; stained with the colour of hot chocolate on a cold, winter night that wraps around you like a blanket; engulfs you in its warmth and makes you feel at home. Its size gives it a sense of innocence and purity. This is the part where you can see all the buried kindness eclipsed behind the saturated colour of fine, exquisite oud.
Those deep pools of dark-cinnamon swirls seize the depth and heaviness of one thousand untold stories, which imprison the sweetness of saccharine chocolate and the bitterness of strong coffee. They consist of raw emotion and if you observe closely, they reveal to you the exact thought that crosses the marvels of his ominous mind.

On the other side of all that, his brown-mahogany orbs scintillate with a mischievous glint that can be noticed next to the umber that rims his iris. They glow with humor and a playfulness that never seem to escape his eyes, his smile reflecting the look in his eyes, his perfectly plump lips stretching out into a cocky grin.

You are so lost in your thoughts of him that you don't even notice him look at you with his eyes sparkling prettily in amusement as you blink yourself back into reality, looking away with a slight blush.

"I'm sorry," you mumble, dropping your gaze to your lap as he chuckles, the sound vibrating through your bones as you relish in the huskiness of it. He pushes himself off the back of his chair and leans more to your side, the faint scent of heated musk wafting towards you.

You gulp at the proximity, still using this as an opportunity to study him further, tracing the outline of his features with your eyes, your tongue dipping outside of your mouth every few seconds to moisten your lips, subconsciously moving yourself so close to him that his long strands of hair tickle your cheeks.

"Don't sweat it, newbie," he teases, throwing you a wink when you face him with a look of surprise.

"How'd you know?" You ask, feeling stupid when he points down at the school handbook resting on your lap, his lips twisting up into yet another smirk as you let out a chuckle of embarrassment.

"I'm Jungkook," he finally reveals, tapping a steady beat against his thigh. You offer him a polite smile and extend your hand out to him, finding his skin warm and smooth as he grasps onto your hand.

"Y/N." You simply return, quickly releasing his hand before you the heat rises to your cheeks, clearing your throat as he relaxes once more, stretching out onto the few seats beside you.

"Tell me about yourself, newbie," he requests, closing his eyes as he prepares himself for a story, you finding the series of actions oddly endearing for someone who looks as intimidating as he does with his all black attire. Even the pretty pieces of jewellery he has decorating his fingers, neck and ears add more to his unspoken status, your heart racing just from speaking to him.

"Well, I moved to Seoul a few weeks ago. My mum had recently landed herself a new job so I was kind of forced to follow along. I'm not saying I'm not grateful, it's just that I miss back home. Plus there's a lot of hassle involved in enrolling into school. It's very draining," you humourlessly chuckle, about to continue on with your boring life story when he raises his hand, his lips pouted in curiosity.

"Where are you from?"

"Busan," you reply with a nostalgic smile, just missing the way that his eyes lit up with adoration. He sits himself up with a grin, running a hand through his hair as you patiently wait for his explanation.

"I'm from Busan too! I moved here when I was a lot younger though," he announces with a fond shake of his head, mumbling something about it being a small world. Feeling more at ease with having made some sort of friend, you release the tension from your shoulders and smile.

"I have a question for you," you hum, pointing at him accusingly as he cocks an amused eyebrow at you, your sudden rise in confidence bringing a sly smile to his face. "Why are you in here?"

He scoffs, proudly offering you a cheeky smile. "I decided to do some renovating around the school and fix up a few of the fountains."

Realisation sets in and before you can even think about it, you're giggling with your hands covering your mouth as he watches on with his lips parted in awe. You take a few minutes to regain your composure, apologising profusely as the lady at the front desk eyes the two of you warily.

"I literally just passed one of your renovation sites outside. If I'm being honest, I'm impressed," you thoughtfully sigh, giving him an approving nod as the door to the principal's office opens, Jungkook almost instinctively standing to head inside. "The creativity behind it was one of a pro."

He winks at you, tipping his imaginary hat at you with a coy smile as he turns on his heels and strolls his way into the office, throwing a mild glare at the boy that walks out, said boy unfazed by Jungkook's look as he nods his own head in greeting.

Your breathe hitches in your throat as the boy stops in front of you, his heart shaped smile about as radiant as it is welcoming, his hand extended in greeting. You immediately stand to shake it firmly, feeling self conscious under his gaze as he quickly scans over the small clipboard that was tucked safely under his arm, politely placing it on the edge of the front desk once done.

"Lovely to meet you, Y/N, I'm Hoseok," he chirps, clasping his hands together in front of him. "I will be showing you around this morning, reminding you of where each of your classes are and giving you a few little insider tips."

Your smile soon feels effortless as you feel yourself becoming comfortable in Hoseok's company, his mere presence doing wonders to your nerves as the two of you make your way out of the office.

"However, I do apologise on the principal's behalf," Hoseok sighs. "He would've loved to be here to greet you but he is unfortunately preoccupied with some trouble."

*

"I hope you didn't have too much trouble finding your way to the office. I'm sure the crowding in the halls can be incredibly overwhelming," Hoseok thoughtfully asks, the concern lacing his gentle tone making your heart melt. You shake your head modestly, assuring him that it was all fine once you figured out where exactly you were in the school.

"That's a relief," he sighs, stopping in the middle of the hallway with a soft smile. You stand beside him, breathing in his warm scent of freshly baked muffins, your eyes gleaming with content as he motions towards the doors.

"This is where your history and science classes are," he explains, checking over your schedule to make sure. You nod, mentally mapping out the directions as he continues walking, waving hello to students that pass.

"So, uh, what do you like to do for fun?" You shyly inquire, hoping to start of few conversations during this rather brief tour of the school. Hoseok chuckles, his cheeks warming up as he turns to flash you a smile.

When he smiles, the corners of his beauteous eyes lustres happiness in soft twinkles, which reflect the light that makes his eyes copper against caramel. Likewise, his eyes glaze with a liquid that will reveal to you the pure blissfulness, which glisters inside the almond, circumscribed by his long lashes.

His iris is a large stain of wood and ebony pigments. There is some sort of goodness in his eyes, which tells you that no matter what he does, his intention will never carry any hint of malevolence or malignity whatsoever.

But if you look closely, you can reveal all the mysteries that are hidden in the deep beds of those big, brown eyes. From the surface of the stolen specks in sunlight, to the abyss in the abysmal depths of dusky, auburn.

You shake your head dismissively, your cheeks colouring themselves a light pink nonetheless. He thinks about his answer as you notice that, like Jungkook, Hoseok has also been blessed with sharp features and smooth skin, his charming persona and welcoming attitude making him all the more attractive.

"For fun? I teach dance to younger kids and attend classes myself. Dance was a huge part of my childhood and it's definitely influenced the way I've grown," he sighs nostalgically, shaking his head to stop himself from getting lost in his thoughts as he casts his gaze down towards you. "How about you, Y/N? What do you like doing?"

"Me? Well, I'm a bit of a mix so I'm into pretty much anything. Although, I have gotten myself into reading again," you explain with a giggle, your cheeks tingling with warmth, the feel much different to the one you had with Jungkook, your heart rapidly beating at the thought of him working with children.

"Interesting," he hums with a smile, shoving his hands into his pockets as he nods in the direction of two large doors. "Those will take you to the cafeteria which is where we'll be heading after we're done with the tour. Anyway, what's one thing that no-one knows about you?"

You allow yourself to laugh once more, finding yourself growing a liking towards the light hearted game of twenty questions, your mind searching itself for anything that wouldn't make you seem weird or out of the ordinary, your main objective to impress Hoseok.

"I'm not too bad at singing, although I don't particularly like performing in front of everyone," you shyly reveal, feeling your confidence heighten when his face morphs into one of adoration, his eyes practically glittering as he meets your gaze.

"I would love to hear you sing sometime," he suggests with a nudge of his shoulder, playfully clapping his hands. You roll your eyes in return, unable to stop the waterfall of butterflies delicately fluttering in to make your stomach churn.

You immediately catch onto the signs your body is giving you, your teeth worrying at your bottom lip as it all makes sense. I'm starting to like him, aren't I? You sigh and give him a quick look, discreetly shrugging your shoulders as you make a mental list of all the reasons why Hoseok is the exact type of guy you should be liking.

He seems smart, his smile is pretty, he's got good manners, easy to talk to, neatly kept, respectful, polite, caring, considerate.....

"Oh, it seems I may have taken a wrong turn," Hoseok pouts, pulling you out of your thoughts as you wave away his worry with a laugh, realising that the two of you are back at the office. "Not to worry, we'll just go back."

You nod, stepping to fall into line by his side but your attention is immediately captured by the door to the office opening, a familiar boy with raven hair and enticing eyes walking out, his hand carding through his soft locks.

Jungkook glances your way, the colour of his eyes darkening as they roam over your figure, his lips twisting themselves into a smirk as he winks at you, sending Hoseok an unnoticeable look of disgust as he continues his journey down the hall.

Your heart skips several beats, lungs practically begging for air as your cheeks, once again, heat up, your eyes quite possibly wide with awe.

"Y/N, you coming?" Hoseok calls, looking over his shoulder with his eyebrows knitted together. Nodding frantically, you jog over, offering him an apologetic smile as he continues the tour, your train of thought occasionally straying from the boy made of sunshine talking to you to the boy that seems like he's from the depths of midnight.

*

"And finally, we have made it to the cafeteria," Hoseok announces with relief, looking over at you with a glowing smile. You look over his shoulder to see all the students roaming around with trays filled with various foods, their chatter loud as they lead themselves to their spots at their designated tables.

Hoseok notices your discomfort and makes a sound of disapproval, hooking his arm through yours as he expertly navigates the two of you through the crowd. "Did you really think I was going to leave you alone on your first day? Today, you'll be with me."

Something about the way he says it has your ears turning a flaming red, your chest tightening as you battle to control the butterflies.

Soon, the two of you stand in front of a table, three pairs of eyes staring at you in curiosity as Hoseok decides to loosely hang his arm off your shoulders, his cheek pressing into yours as he grins. "Guys, this is Y/N! She's new here so I thought she could join us!"

At first, their faces are blank, each one allowing their suspicious gazes to study every inch of your appearance before smiles of their own take over their features, a chorus of incomprehensible greetings immediately being thrown your way. Overwhelmed, you offer them shy waves and sit closely beside Hoseok, your shoulder pressed up against his.

"Hiya," a blushing girl chirps, sticking her hand out invitingly as she sends you a goofy grin. "I'm Mindy, best friend of Hoseok and everyone's favourite lesbian."

You chuckle openly at the introduction, giving her hand a firm shake as you study her appearance. Her eyes are a vibrant green, the colour suiting her personality perfectly as the orbs swirl with cheekiness. The features she has on her face are soft and gentle, the look making her seem approachable and kind despite the wild smile she has pulling at her lips. Her almost ginger coloured hair sits upon her head in frizzy curls, the strands somehow managing to frame her face beautifully.

"Hi, I'm Jaehyun," A young boy sitting next to her speaks up, giving you a wave, his smile small but assuring as he makes eye contact with you, the pale blue of them haunting. You nod in return, finding the boy's neatly styled chocolate coloured hair and tiny dimples beyond endearing. Not to mention his obvious lack in height and confidence, these facts making you just want to give him a hug, his features rounded and chubby.

Finally, a perky blonde with warm brown eyes smiles over at you, her skin absolutely flawless and features sharp yet rounded in an attractive way. You feel self conscious under her gaze, fiddling with your hands as Hoseok shuffles himself closer to you.

"Lovely to meet you, Y/N, I'm Soomi. I hope we can be friends," she prettily laughs, her manicured hand reaching out to clasp onto yours, slowly shaking it. She's gorgeous, you think to yourself as you pull your hand back towards your chest, looking over at Hoseok expectantly.

"She'll be sitting with us for a while so hopefully we can get to know her," he beams, reaching over the table to give Jaehyun's hair a good ruffle before returning to your side, lowering his voice into a hushed whisper. "And we're also going to give her a rundown on the people here."

This must be those insider tips he was talking about.

"Oh, perfect," Mindy giggles, clapping her hands together excitedly. "I love doing this stuff."

"First," Hoseok mutters, resting his chin on the edge of your shoulder, unaware of the way your breath hitches in your throat. "We have the sporty guys. They're polite when they have to be but at other times they're complete idiots."

Jaehyun frowns at this as he slowly nods, fiddling with his hands as the next person goes to speak.

"And those," Mindy chimes in, redirecting your gaze towards a group of blonde girls, all seven of them giggling and chatting to each other with high pitched voices, "are the hottest girls in school. Don't be friends with them, they'll make you dye your hair blonde."

At mention of this, Soomi brushes a hand through her hair, flashing you a surprised grin when she catches you staring. "Those people down there are drama nerds and right next to them are the scholars. Both groups are tolerable but then you soon get fed up with their constant need to prove that they're better than everyone else."

Mindy nods, her lips pressed into a thin line as she cocks her head in Hoseok's direction. He clears his throat and grins, motioning towards the four of them adorably. "We are outcasts of some sort. We weren't exiled or anything like that. We just changed our views a little and needed to find a new group to hang out with."

You chuckle, giving them a thumbs up as a question rolls into your mind. "Wait, Hoseok, what group were you in?"

Hoseok's smile falters, his eyes darkening so much that you fear you may have gone too far. Suddenly, he shakes his head, his smile returning as he mumbles something about Mindy explaining it. You warily give him an apologetic look and turn your attention to Mindy, her look of concern resting on him as she speaks.

"There's a group in the corner of the cafeteria. They aren't the nicest people in school nor are they the most liked," you flick your gaze to the corner of the room, heart picking up its pace once your eyes land on Jungkook. "They damage school property, throw parties, bully, start fights. It's just a bad crowd to be in."

"Hoseok here was a part of that group when he and the so-called leader Jungkook were best friends. They were dance partners and took singing together as well. Looking at Jungkook now, it's hard to believe that he was ever that shy kid who could barely say hello to anyone. Anyway, there came a time where Jungkook understood his talent and how special he was. This was when he started befriending people who would be a negative influence on him. He wanted to do more with it so he auditioned for companies and dance schools and made himself a name in the performing world. Hoseok, however, refused to follow and left Jungkook and the group before it got too much," Mindy finishes with a sigh, leaning over the table to pat Hoseok's head as you hesitantly rest your hand on his shoulder.

"Hoseok, I—"

"Hello there," a voice rings out, an immediate wave of shivers rolling down your back as you look behind you to see Jungkook wearing his signature smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischievousness.

"I'd like to borrow Y/N for a few minutes."

*

"Yeah, I don't think that's going to hap—" Hoseok growls, pushing himself off his seat as you stand, pressing a hand on his chest to calm him down. He looks down at you in worry, his eyebrows knitting themselves together in confusion as Jungkook scoffs.

"Don't worry. I'll be back before you know it," you reassure with a laugh, patting his chest a few times before turning to face Jungkook, giving him a nod as he turns on his heels and walk away, you unsurely trailing behind him.

You find it odd how he leads you away from his table and to an empty one, making sure that he sits facing them, his eyes cold as he glares over at them. You gulp, the question dancing on the tip of your tongue as he allows his gaze to drift towards you, it softening along the way.

"Why aren't we sitting with your friends?" You mumble, wincing as you hope the question doesn't anger him. Thankfully, he chuckles, propping his head up with his hand as he flashes you a charming smile.

"If we were, they'd want to try and touch what's mine," he simply answers, your cheeks burning a bright pink once you realise the meaning behind what he said, choosing to ignore the obvious flirting with a nod.

"What'd you want to borrow me for?" You ask next, fiddling when your hands as he stays silent for a bit, looking as if he's contemplating his answer. You sigh almost impatiently as he sends you a sheepish look, your heart nearly jumping out of your chest with how hard it's working

"I want to get to know you better," he replies cheekily, tilting his head to the side. "Our little conversation in the office intrigued me."

"And I'd like to know you better," you hum, mimicking his pose of curiosity with an innocent smile, ears tingling when he shakes his head fondly with a laugh, his hair falling to sit perfectly on his forehead.

"Then we're on the same page. So, Y/N, how has your day in this shit hole been so far?" He abruptly questions, smile never wavering as you give him a look of confusion, your lips parting as he urges you to answer with a flick of his wrist.

"Great, actually," you grin, "I got a tour from Hoseok and made some new friends."

Jungkook frowns, the look making his whole demeanour seem intimidating and scary. You gulp, hands shaking as he leans across the table, lips so close to your ear, his warm breath fanning your cheek.

"Don't talk about him when you're with me," he utters, his voice velvety smooth and deep, an involuntary shudder running through you and before you can even think your answer through, you nod, letting out the breath you had no idea you were holding when he returns to his spot.

"Aside from that, I'm glad to hear that you're having an enjoyable day, doll," he sighs, lazily smiling over at you as you try and comprehend the duality that he just showed off, your breath ultimately being whisked away.

"How has your day been, Kook?" You ask in return out of politeness, the nickname unknowingly slipping out. Jungkook clearly notices it, his eyes softening adorably as he allows his gaze to linger on you, a small sigh pushing past his lips as you blink cluelessly at him.

"Boring until I spotted you," he croons, winking when you roll your eyes playfully, seemingly used to his flirtatious ways after only a few minutes of talking to him. Most would find the habit annoying and desperate but when he does it, your heart can only surrender, every words that leaves his mouth putting you in a state of bliss.

He clicks his tongue, leaning over the table once more, his hand ever so gently caressing your cheek as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. Time slows as he looks you in the eye, his darkened with desire as you listen to your own heartbeat pound in your ears. An immediate wave of goosebumps takes over your body as he pulls away, dropping his gaze to the table as you press your cool hands to your cheeks, in desperate need of ridding them of the flaming red they so embarrassingly occupy.

You find yourself wanting him to move closer to you, wanting to feel his hand on your skin and feel his breath fan your cheek as he gets closer and closer. It soon sinks in, alarm bells ringing in your head when you realise that you're falling hard and fast for Jungkook. The same can be said for Hoseok, both boys showing off qualities that you desire in a boyfriend. 

Not to mention the fact that they hate each other because of some old, cliché rivalry that oddly has you wanting to know more.

Ultimately, you're stuck in the middle of them both, reassuring yourself that you have the entirety of the year to make a decision.

"Doll, look. If you ever get bored of his goody-two-shoes ways, you're always welcome at my table," he hums, standing with a smile as he brushes past you, his hand affectionately ruffling your hair as you giggle, throwing him a look of mock anger from over your shoulder, your gaze just catching Hoseok watching your interaction with Jungkook with narrowed eyes.

Oh, boy

*

It's been over six months and things haven't become any clearer for you.

Despite it annoying both boys, you've decided to alternate in terms of who you hang out with. Some days, you'll be by Hoseok's side, studying until the early hours of the morning then heading out for cheap ramen. Others, you'll spend with Jungkook, roaming mindlessly around the city at night, always wrapped up in one of his spare jackets and protected by the shadows his dangerous aura.

Although, it may have been better to just stick with one because now, it's become harder than ever to pick one.

You throw yourself back onto your bed with a groan, messing up the two neatly planned outfits in the process. Today, both Jungkook and Hoseok have asked to go out with you, the younger wishing to take you out at night while the older asked for the day. Of course, you said yes to both and luckily, you have a two hour gap in between them.

While the fortunate time difference in between the dates makes you happy, you can't help but get a sick feeling in your stomach at the idea of seeing both on the same day. It almost feels like you're cheating, despite not dating either of them.

Besides all of that, something in your gut tells you that tonight might be the night where you have to make a decision.

Groaning once more, you slide yourself off your bed and gather the clothes you've laid out for the date with Hoseok and lock yourself in the bathroom, forcing yourself to look forward to the events ahead.

You brush out your styled curls nervously as you wait in your porch for Hoseok, the boy promising to be there shortly to pick you up. You puff out your cheeks and close your eyes, allowing the soft breeze to caress your skin in reassurance, a sigh of contentment involuntarily leaving your mouth.

"Nice to see that you're enjoying the weather," Hoseok laughs from a few steps ahead, chuckling even more when your eyes spring open, your cheeks flushing a peachy red as you stammer to come up with some sort of excuse.

That all changes once you see the picnic basket in his hands.

"We're going on a picnic?" You asks with a giggle, clapping your hands together in elation as he nods, his grin almost as bright as the sun shining down on the two of you. Wasting no time, you swallow your worries and rush over, eager to enjoy your time with Hoseok.

Not long after that, the two of you are sprawled out on the soft picnic blanket, bellies full and hearts content with the way things have gone so far. However, it's been silent for the past few minutes, Hoseok seeming very awkward and fidgety beside you.

He suddenly rolls on his side, propping himself up on his elbow as he motions for you to do the same. Curiously, you follow his request, smiling warmly at him as you notice the queasiness behind his nervous expression, your hand instinctively resting on top of his, thumbs rubbing over his knuckles.

"Y/N," he whispers, looking away from your hand to meet your eyes, his bright, happy and loving eyes practically gleaming with adoration for you, your heart aching at the sight. "I brought you out here today to tell you something."

You gulp.

"You don't have to answer me today nor do you have to feel pressured into returning the feelings I'm about to bring up. I like you, a lot, and I wanted to ask if you'd like to be my girlfriend?"

Your mouth falls open in surprise as Hoseok reassures you that it's fine to take your time to answer. You thank him for that opportunity, pinning him back down to the blanket with a hug, your smile wide and ecstatic.

You think about Hoseok's confession as you get ready for your date with Jungkook, your immediate reaction to let out a series of incomprehensible squeals every time you go back to that moment.

As you're sliding on your sneakers, the doorbell rings, your screams echoing down the hall as you hop to the door, knowing very well that Jungkook's on the other side, laughing at your chaotic replies. Amazingly, you make it to the door unharmed and open it, greeted by a, as expected, laughing Jungkook.

He brings you in for a warm hug, holding his hand out patiently as you lock up. Barely even second guessing it, you gratefully slip your hand into his, squeezing it gratefully as he tugs you into his side, humming under his breath as he leads you to some mystery location.

Eventually, you find yourself on the rooftop of an old apartment complex, it decorated with dimly lit fairy lights, pillow and blankets, a telescope set up in between it all. You laugh breathlessly, hands flying to cover you mouth as you admire the set up in awe.

"A little bird once told me that you like stargazing," he explains, talking about the time where you had randomly brought up your interest in stars. You admire everything for a few more seconds before turning to launch yourself into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist. He chuckles heartedly and spins, placing you back on the rooftop with a smile, his hands resting on your hips.

"And you know what else?" He mumbles quietly, swaying along to the rhythm of the busy night, making his own music as you subconsciously shuffle closer towards him.

"What?"

"I set this up so I could show you just how much you mean to me because, Y/N, you are all the stars, moons and planets that make up my galaxy. I want to be able to say that to you everyday while holding you like this," he says as he tightens his hold on your waist. "I want you to be my girlfriend."

Now, it's come down to this.

You sit in your room, tired, confused and angry as you stare at your phone as if it's the source of everything evil in the world. You've been like this since you got back from a lovely date with Jungkook, your smile giddy as you skipped up the stairs. All of your happiness disappeared once you realised that you still had to choose between the two.

All it takes is a message, just one, to possibly break a friendship while simultaneously starting a relationship.

It's too much stress but you know that you can't keep leading them on, your hand trembling as you quickly pick up the phone and dial a number, your heart stopping when he picks up the phone.

"Hi," you breathe, laughing when the person on the other end sighs in relief, knowing very well that they've been chosen.

...and now it's up to you! who out of jungkook and hoseok did you guys pick? comment your answer!

(side note: this wasn't edited as well as i would've liked it to be so if you have spotted some mistakes, comment them so i can fix it up)