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Taehyung POV
Having a hot shower refreshes my mind. Having a hot shower makes me forget about all of my problems. Even if it just stay for a moment, I’m enjoying those moments. It’s not that all of things I do except showering makes me unhappy. Strawberry milk mixed with blueberry milk is on my ‘Happiness’ list. Having a hot shower always succeed making me relaxed and calm. But why it doesn’t work now? Why I still feel the pain in my heart?
I closed my eyelids, thinking about what made my heart and back hurts like fuck. I recalled that one scene in my head.
~ ~ ~
“Huh? Where’s my clothes?” I asked with literally no one, as I looked around the bathroom. “Haa.. I guess I didn’t bring clothes from the start.: continued me with a frown. I grabbed my towel and put it around my waist. I exited the bathroom and scanned the dorm. It’s soundless and empty.
“Hyungs? Jiminie? Jungkookie?” There was no reply, probably too busy with their own business. That’s okay, tho. Facing them in this kind of state, half naked, is the last thing I want to do. I took my phone on the table then walked towards my shared room. The door was slightly open and saw two silhouettes of human. I peeked and saw Jimin and Jungkook talking seriously. Jikook, eh? I felt my heart ache a little but brushed it off.
Yes. I, Kim Taehyung, fell in love with his bandmates, Jeon Jungkook ever since I met him for the first time. But unfortunately, the maknae was in love with my closest bandmate in BTS, Park Jimin. He once revealed his feeling to Jimin to me. What made it worse, I didn’t know Jimin likes who. I hoped the feelings weren’t mutual. Yes, mean, I know. But what could I do except from hoping?
Unconsciously, I opened the door a little bit more wider, wanting to hear their conversation. Guilt feeling crept over me. This is what you call eaves-dropping, right? Curiosity was winning over my guilt feeling. There, Jimin pinned on the wall by none other than the maknae. He seemed so small standing next to Jungkook. Jungkook’s lips were dangerously close to Jimin’s. 2 cm away?
The next second, my phone slipped off from my hand, followed by a loud thud. The two parted away by the lightning of speed, shocked. I felt two eyes stared at me. One was a shocked eyes and one was a death glare. We stayed for 5 minutes, stared at each other, losing the ability to speak. My eyes darted to Jungkook. He was angry at me, I could tell. I gulped, feeling scared. What if they hate me?
Jimin broke the eye-staring contest. He whispered something—that unfortunately I couldn’t hear—to Jungkook before he rushed to the door. “Park Jimin.” Jimin stopped on track when Jungkook spoke, an octave lower than he used to speak. “What?” Jimin replied with a hoarse voice, standing frozen. “You can run away from me, but you can’t run away from the fact that I love you.” Jungkook stated. I felt the oh—too familiar ache, but this one was more hurt. Equals being stabbed by a sword, overreacting I know. “Get dressed, Tae. I don’t want you to get cold.” said Jimin to me, instead of replying Jungkook’s statement. Then jimin left the room by a loud sound of shutting door. I couldn’t help but confused, why did Jimin said those things?
“I almost succeed asking Jimin hyung out, you brat.” His face expression looked so pissed right now. He didn’t call me hyung, like always. He called me brat. “I—I’m sorry. I wanted to grab some clothes because I forgot to—” my stutterinf sentence cutted off because Jungkook pushed me hard, with my back facing the wall. I felt an unbearable pain shot my back that made me screamed in pain. “I don’t fucking need your excuse. You messed up my plan, trash.” Said Jungkook with a disgusted look, before left the room just like Jimin. Then I heard the sound of something cracking. But I didn’t care because the pain in my back and the stinging feeling in my heart were distracting me.
I groaned in pain as I tried to stand up. It was fucking hurt. I wanted to cry at that time but held back my tears. I’m a man, afterall. Men never cry. I walked to the mirror beside the drawer with much struggles, but succeed anyway. I turned around with back facing the mirror. I gasped in horror. Exactly in the middle of my back, was a wound with so many blood on it. From what I saw, the wound was small, deep, and fucking hurt.
I hardly endured the pain and searched for the ‘thing’ that made my back look like this. After a few minutes of searching, I saw a nail displayed on the wall beside Jimin’s bed with my blood dripped from it. Geez, I need to clean it up. But later he didn’t know, he forgot to clean it up. Yes, it was painful. But this was nothing compared to the fact that JUNGKOOK was the one who pushed me. I could understand why he did this. He’s mad. I don’t blame him.
I decided to take another shower first, because I need to clean up my body from the blood. Cleaning up those blood came second. I left the room and saw Jungkook sat on the couch. I walked rather weirdly because I didn’t want him to see my wound. He noticed my present, and glared at me, again. He mouthed something to me that sounded like ‘I hate you’. I ignored him and went to the bathroom. Once I entered the bathroom, I closed the door and leaned on it, which I regretted because that only made my wound more hurt. Good job ruining his plan, Taehyung. Now he hates you.
~~~
Suddenly, the water turned so hot that made me snapped from the flashback and made me screeched. It was my bad day. First, I got a fresh wound. Second, Jungkook hates me. Third, the possibility Jimin hating me is not small, too. I ruined their moment, after all. I hurriedly turned off the faucet, dried my wet body, then wore my clothes. The pain in my back didn’t disappear but got worse because of the hot water.
I walked to my room with heavy footsteps. I was totally in pain and exhausted. All I wanted now is resting in my bed. But God had different plan. All of sudden, a person jumped onto my back and screamed my name. Guy voice. Hoseok hyung’s voice. He pressed his right hand perfectly on my wound. I screamed because the pain I felt was so unbearable. Tears were in the verge of falling. I can’t cry, especially in front of the member. I’m a man. They will get worries, too.
When I’m struggling to hold back my tears and endure the pain in my back, everything I saw went blurry. I tried to regain my focus but tried. And all I heard before everything went pitch dark was someone screamed my name.
“Kim Taehyung!”
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Jungkook POV
-.-.-.-
I slumped into the couch in the living room. Kim—fucking—Taehyung ruined all of my well planed plan! I know he liked me, but this wasn’t acceptable. If he liked me, he should’ve let me get my happiness! That’s how it works, right? Seeing your crush happy, even when he’s not happy with you but someone else? I groaned in frustration. I was waiting for this day to come. I was waiting for the right time to confess to Jimin-hyung. But Taehyung ruined it just when I’m about to confess, even made me confused! I’m starting to hate him. I tried to forget what just happened a few minutes ago. But the scene kept replaying in my head.
~~~
I smiled in satisfication as I saw my refrigerator in the mirror. As usually, I wore simple white T-shirt and jeans with read beanie. Finally! Today I’m going to ask Jimin-hyung out! I’ve been waiting for 3 months already, doing nothing except gave countless codes to Jimin-hyung but he was too oblivious with it! Now’s the time. I caught a glimpse of him understanding my codes, even receiving it positively!
I planned asking him on a date this night. I got everything ready, such as tickets for cinema and I reserved a private dinner. The thought of being with him for hours made my smile wider. This will be a great night.
Seokjin-hyung and Hoseok-hyung were out buying groceries, not to mention the elder was dragging the younger with force. Yoongi-hyung was busy preparing his upcoming mixtape, and Namjoon-hyung went to his parent’s house. While Taehyung (I don’t like to call him hyung for some reason. Calling him Taehyung-hyung sounds weird to my ears, and he doesn’t seem to care about that) took a shower. Jimin-hyung was on his shared room.
Nervously but excitedly I knocked his room’s door. “Jimin-hyung. It’s Jungkook. Can I come in?” I said and got a response with a yes. I entered the room and saw Jimin-hyung layed on his bed, eyes glued to his phone. “What brings you here, Jungkookie?” He turned his attention from the screen to me and got up from the bed. “Hyung, let’s go out on a date.” I walked towards him and held his hands tightly. Unfortunately, he used to do skin ships with everyone, so he didn’t react to my action, which disappointed me.
“W—What? Date? You and me? Jungkookie and me? Only two of us?” he stuttered and blushed. Skin ships don’t affect him. Words do. “Yes, hyung. Date. You and me. Jungkookie and you. Only two of us.” I repeated with a grin, I’m sure he will accept my offer. “Why did you repeat my words? That’s kinda rude.” He pouted, which I found cute. I stared at his lips, suddenly having the urge to feel his lips against mine. Being the kid who always gets what I want, I touched his chin. Taken aback with it, he took a step back. I took a step closer. He took a step back again. That repeated until he had nowhere to step back and trapped between the walls and me.
He looked down, suddenly gained interest staring the floor. I chuckled upon seeing him in this state. A flustered face that blushed as red as a tomato, messy-bed hair, and his height that made him so small. Once again, I touched his chin, forcing him to look at me. I stared at him, and he stared at me back. I saw a confused and excited glint in his eyes. I drew my face closer to him. Our lips were almost touching, parted with only cms of air. When I’m about to touch his lips with mine, a sound of loud thud was heard from the door. We parted away instantly. I saw Taehyung standing near the door, a shocked and hurting face were plastered on his face.
He was half naked. His well-built chest was too exposed. His hair were still wet freshly from the shower. His towel, who wrapped around his waist was so low. I could see his bones that created a perfect V sign. He’s hot. I gave him the best glare I have. Us three stayed there doing nothing, just staring each other for minutes. Jimin-hyung broke the eye-staring contest. “Next time, Kookie.” He whispered to me before rushing to the door. “Park Jimin” he stopped his track, but didn’t turn his face to me. “What?” he replied. “You can run away from me, but you can’t run away from the fact that I love you. “ I gave a little pressure at the end of the sentence. “Get dressed, Tae. I don’t want you to get cold.” Was I got from stating those words to Jimin-hyung. He left the room with a loud bang.
I glared at Taehyung. I’m so pissed off. “I almost succeed asking Jimin hyung out, you brat.” He looked at me with scared doe puppy eyes. “I—I’m sorry. I wanted to grab some clothes because I forgot to—” I cutted his sentence by pushed him onto the walls, which he received it with a pained scream. He’s so weak. I pushed him with tiny power of me but he screamed in pain?
I didn’t feel any pity for him. “I don’t fucking need your excuse. You messed up my plan, trash.” I left the room, leaving Taehyung by himself. I walked towards the kitchen and reached the refrigerator. I took a bottle of water and drank it. I saw a sticky note on the table that said “Needing fresh air. Home in an hour.” I knew it to well that it’s Jimin-hyung’s handwriting. I sighed and grabbed my phone. “Hello? Geum Restaurant? I’m Jeon Jungkook who reserved a private table. I’m sorry but please cancel my reservation. I got some probles here. Thankyou.” I hunged up the phone call and slumped into the couch in the living room.
~~~
I opened my eyes. Duh, this scene need to stop playing in my head.
     
 
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