"If you beat me, you're sleeping on the couch, Mister!" Seokjin shouted, shoving Namjoon's side, pushing up to his feet to get the advantage between the two of them.

Namjoon snickered. "I'll just go back to my place and sleep in my own bed!" He declared, a smirk playing his lips. He was oh so in love with the teen beside him, he loved him so much but that wasn't going to stop him from beating his ass in Mario Kart.

"Namjoon!" Seokjin gasped, spinning around so fast that Namjoon was surprised he didn't get any type of whiplash. "You red shelled me at the end! That isn't fair!" He complained like the child he was inside.

"I played the way we should play, competitively." Namjoon said, looking up at his lover with Seokjin reflecting off of his glossy eyes. "Are you upset that I beat you?" He inquired.

The aforementioned parted his plump lips before he shut them, tightly pressing the soft skin together. Seokjin turned on his heels, walking away from Namjoon without a further word to leave his luscious lips.

Namjoon was quick to take a stand, rushing after his lover. He wrapped his arms around him from behind, placing his chin on Seokjin's broad shoulder. "Hey, I'm sorry, you don't like when I let you win though,"

Seokjin didn't say anything, looking the opposite direction from which Namjoon was at, acting like a small child who didn't get his way.

"Do you want me to go home, Jinnie?" The younger inquired, pulling his arms off of Seokjin's waist. He waited patiently for about fifteen seconds for an answer but received none.

Namjoon took that as a yes. He turned around, a small smirk relevant to his face. "I'll text you when I get home," he said in a fake sad voice, walking over and picking up his coat.

He knew the game he was playing and could play it really well. Namjoon learned this game and loved playing it with Seokjin. It wasn't just Mario Kart.

He was ready to open the door and take his leave until small arms engulfed him into a warm embrace. He heard Seokjin's small murmuring.

"I'm sorry, Joonie! Don't leave! Let's get started on dinner!" Seokjin grinned, getting in front of his younger lover, shutting the door.

"Jin, have I mentioned how absolutely adorable you are?" Namjoon called Seokjin by a shorter name, pecking his forehead. "Why don't we just order out tonight? We can get some pizza or something,"

"But . . . Okay, yeah, sure, we can do that." Seokjin agreed with a small smile. "Random, but how do you think the boys are doing?"

Indeed Namjoon believed the question was random but nonetheless, he thought, shrugging his shoulders. "Why not just call them?"

"Well, it's late and they could be sleeping right now so I don't know." Seokjin hummed as he looked down, shrugging. "I feel like a mom to them, they're so naïve."

"Jin, I can bet everything I own that half of them had had sex or had sex with each other." Namjoon folded his arms across his chest, tapping his foot against the hardwood floor.

Seokjin scoffed, gently hitting Namjoon's arm. "Yah! That's not appropriate, you dope!" He complained, shaking his head. "I'll just call one of the twins. Preferably Jungkook since he seems to be more mature to my knowledge."

Namjoon smiled. "Don't spend too much time on the phone. I'll call for some pizza," He smiled, leaning down and kissing his lips softly, slowly pulling off. The kiss lingering a bit.

Seokjin blushed, turning away quickly. "I got to be outside, you are- you're too much." He commented before he exited the room, going out into the cold, already in a long sleeved shirt.

The older teen dialed the number given by Namjoon, standing out in the chilly weather. Seokjin hummed softly before he pressed the cellular device to his ear, hearing the soft buzzing.

It repeated several times before there was an answer.

"Hello?" The soft yet raspy voice answered into the phone, sounding as if he had just woke up from his long nap.

Jungkook ended up winning the argument and got to sleep with Taehyung alone in his room. He had his body protectively covering Taehyung and holding him close.

"Jungkook, it's me, Seokjin," the other responded. "I wanted to make sure if everything was like, okay?" He sounded unsure, worry lacing his vowels.

"Um, sure, I guess. Minor issues but everything fixes itself," he whispered into the phone once seeing as Taehyung was still fast asleep, his innocent resting face the most adorable and peaceful thing known to mankind.

"Why are you whispering?" Seokjin inquired.

"Well, for your information, hyung, I was peacefully sleeping with my boyfriend, ya know, because it's like eleven pm and all." Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"Your boyfriend? When did you get a boyfriend? How does Jeongguk feel about it? Does Taehyung know? I certainly didn't know."

"Oh," Jungkook huffed. "Taehyung does know about it. He seems pretty chill about it. And Jeongguk is more than pleased about it all. Why would they care?" He decided to play it off and see Seokjin's reaction. More like hear it.

"Oh? T-Tae, I thought he liked you?" He hummed, shrugging beyond the belief that Jungkook could see him.

Jungkook silently snickered. "Oh yeah, Taehyung is thrilled I have a boyfriend. He seems happier to me." He tried to be quiet, turning on his side so he was facing the wall and not Taehyung anymore, not wanting to disturb him. "Taehyung doesn't mind at all I'm dating someone."

Seokjin frowned. "I was hoping you and Taehyung would date, maybe Jeongguk can date Taehyung." Seokjin fell for the lie that the Jeon Twin told to him, now seeming naïve himself.

"What? Jeongguk doesn't date anyone, you don't know my brother like I know him. If anything, he'll just use people for things." Jungkook 'tsk'ed playfully, finding his hilarious.

The younger found this funny, a knee-slapper really. That all was until he heard movement behind him, a gasp.

He turned, quickly sitting up to see Taehyung getting out of the bed, covering his face with his hands as he stormed out of the room.

Everything happened quickly with ease, Jungkook not comprehending everything that happened and the fact that Taehyung May have heard it all, oh god.

The teen didn't bother to grab his shoes, his feet covered in socks and that was enough to him, his hair scattered in parts. He tugged his jacket off of the couch once he had made it to the living room.

Jungkook tossed his phone down, rushing after Taehyung. He saw the front door shut, Taehyung leaving the house. It was pouring outside, Taehyung didn't even grab his Converse, the shoes he wore to the twins' home.

He rushed outside, seeing the aforementioned speed walking down the sidewalk, the rain pouring harshly down. The outside being foggy and blurry.

The brunet tried to catch up, turning the same corner he saw Taehyung turn. He brushed his hair out of his face, trying to use his hands to keep the rain from hitting his face to no avail.

Jungkook didn't see where Taehyung went. He didn't get to explain, he didn't get to tell Taehyung he was lying. He had fucked up.

The pain that coursed through his back and legs hit him finally, making him groan but he didn't slow down. "Taehyung!" He screamed, keeping his eyes pealed for the boy.

"Fuck! I'm sorry! Tae! I'm sorry! I was lying! It was a joke!" Jungkook bellowed, his heart thumping harshly against his chest, his breathing picking up. "I wouldn't ever dream of hurting you like that! If anything-" he choked.

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut tightly, shaking his head. "I-If anything, I-I think I'm falling in love with you," he confessed to Taehyung in hopes the latter would be in earshot, able to hear him. "I-I think I am, I never felt so-so happy . . . I liked you for so long, so stupidly long."

The Twin didn't hear anything but the pitter patter of rain hitting the concrete, the sound of the wind pushing the rain, the sound of Jungkook releasing a small sob. He felt nothing but guilt.

"Please, Tae," he looked down sidewalks, calling for the boy he thought he was falling so hard for. His heart ached, he wanted to comfort; assure Taehyung.

"You're my boyfriend, my lover, my soulmate. I sound like every romance movie I told myself not to come to, every cliché fanfiction ever made, I sound so stupid." Jungkook covered his face.

He came across a payphone, going in. He was shivering, patting on his pockets to feel for any pocket change. He luckily found two quarters, pushing it into the small machine.

The young Jeon Twin pulled the phone off, placing it onto his ear. He dialed for Taehyung, memorizing his number the fifth day he met the teen.

He felt his heart beat quicken when the phone was picked up. It instantly dropped when there was sniffling. "H-Hello?" He sounded so hurt and pained, it raining wherever Taehyung was so that meant he was still outside somewhere.

"Tae, listen to me, please," He breathed. "It isn't what it sounded like, I'm so sorry, I didn't me-" he choked on his words, the agonizing noise, the beeping indicating the caller on the receiving side had hung up.

Jungkook was destined, he patted his pockets, seeing one more quarter but he needed two. He searched around, looking over the ground and all. He picked up another one, thinking out what he was to do next. Who should he call? What would be the better outcome?

Call Taehyung?

Or call Jeongguk?

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A.N.
1. Call Taehyung, or call Jeongguk? The fate is left in your hands of what happens next. So, again, who should Jungkook call? Taehyung or Jeongguk?