'You can run but you can't hide.' Chapter 5

'What the hell are you doing Kook?' You fucken hate him! Wanna punch his face every time you see him..What are you doing?'

Being flirty with Aespa was easy. Safe. Enjoyable. Wanted. She didn't make his heart stutter. She didn't see too deep. It felt good to be admired without being seen through.. scanned. Yes,every time he touched her,kissed her,every time he got close to her it wasn't fireworks but it felt right. 

Then why was part of him looking to see if he noticed? And he did! 

'Why do I even care? Why do I want him pissed? Why do I push his buttons when I was the one demanding to leave me alone? To stop bugging me? To get lost? What the fuck is wrong with me?' 

Somewhere deep in his messed up, furious mind,he kind of liked the..fire.He just had no wish to admit it and hated himself for it.

Taehyung could observe the cracks even in Jungkook's act. The way his shoulders stayed tensed. The way his eyes tweaked too fast,too often. 

'He is doing it on purpose.'

Flirting like he was out of blood. Playing dirty, reckless and too dangerous, sending signals that made his skin blazing scorch.

'What the fuck do you want Jungkook? Drag you out of here and fuck your brains out till you forget your name? Because I can fucken do that!'

One second he was shoving him in the corridor, sending him to bloody hell. The next he's seducing a woman right in front of him,while staring at him. Provoking him to react. He couldn't go on like that. He had to make up his mind and either chase him,claim him a d fuck him or leave him the hell alone to flirt with that bimbo. 

Taehyung leaned towards option number two,for his own good. His name and company's good. Yet,one look at that nan and he was back to zero. Back to flirting, twisted thoughts and needy urges that drove him wild. 

Taehyung gripped the glass harder, nearly smashing it between his fingers. He needed to tear him away from that table and her,drag him somewhere more private,shut his sinful mouth with his, suck the life out of him and plunge his cock so deep in that round ass, he'd rip him apart.

Not yet..not quite yet..

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Aespa quietly sipped her wine, feeling slightly dizzy but not enough to get rid of the feeling of unease. Her previous laughter had faded into a thoughtful expression. Jungkook noticed but he was too preoccupied, pretending not to glance sideways every few minutes.

" Kook.. what's the history between you two?" 

Jungkook 's brows shoot up." Who?" 

Aespa gave him an odd look." Seriously?" 

He scorned." There's no history, beautiful. He's my boss. My obnoxious boss. That's it."

" Uh huh! And do you always flirt like that with your boss?" 

" I wasn't flirting." He sounded as fake as insulted.

Aespa wagged her head and smirked." Then what do you call that little,verbal strip tease you put on for the room?" 

The younger stared at her with his defenses down and speechless for once. No witty responses. Then he laughed but it was empty. Didn't teach his eyes.

"I just like messing with him. He's a pretentious asshole who thinks the world owes him. Thinks he can buy anything because he's got a fat wallet."

"And everyone ?" She sighed, deeply disturbed and equally curious." Sure you say that..but you lit up the second you saw him." 

His jaw grappled and so did his fists on his thighs." I didn't." 

" You did. If you chose to believe otherwise.." She set the wine down,her eyes scanning him not as his date but as someone trying to see past the armour. Beneath the surface." Look, I'm not here to judge. If there's something going on between you two, if you're trying to make him jealous,I don't really want to be your pawn. I like you Kook and I don't want to invest in a relationship only to end up heartbroken." 

That hit him. Harder than he expected. He felt a total jackass,an asshole for having such a wonderful woman by his side and spending his time engaging in meaningless games. The feeling of shame crept inside him." I'm not gay, Aespa." The words spewed out too fast,too defensive but she didn't flinch.

She lifted her head up,eyes hiding kindness,her voice mellow and soft. " I didn't ask Kook."

" He flirts with everyone. His boy toys,his brainless bimbos. He's always on. People like him see the rest of us,commoners,as objects and it makes me mad. He's getting under my skin. "

" And you're letting him."

That quiet but staggering truth sliced deeper than anything Taehyung had ever said or done to him. He exhaled through his nose,shaking his head in denial." I don't like him ,Aespa. I hate his guts." He paused. " I'm truly sorry for making you uncomfortable and ruining our date. This isn't what I had planned for us." 

" Then why do you look for him in every room?" 

" I don't! That's ridiculous." The reality was he had no idea what pushed him in reacting that way. There was something about that asshole that dragged him in. Not because he likec him! No! Because he couldn't stand him. That devious smirk. That unbearable cockiness. The way he saw him,cut right through his walls as if they were glass.

 And for some inexplicable,weird reason Jungkook couldn't stop pushing. Teasing. Testing. Attempting to knock him off balance only to feel like he was in control. However, somehow it always backfired.

Every word,look,clash it always ended up with him being the one off balance. And it had to stop or it would jeopardize his objective.He was in Seoul and that freaking club for a reason. 

And his attitude could endanger his mission and his potential relationship with Aespa. Jungkook didn't like Kim. That's not what drove him to the edge. He was just.. annoyed, provoked,vexed. It felt like the wrong kind of obsession. It meant absolutely nothing. Not those moments,the undeniable tension,the lingering looks,the elevator..nothing.

Jungkook seemed determined. Certain of what he wanted and what he detested. So he focused on his date,sunk deeper into flirting."Could we stop talking about trivial things? We came here to have fun,get to know eachother better. Let's not spoil the mood." 

Aespa wasn't entirely convinced but she liked Kook too much to let go.

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Jungkook kicked off his black boots,tossed his jacket somewhere bear the couch and made a beeline for the fridge,the moment he banged the door of the apartment. The wine from the restaurant still sat heavy in his system but not enough to dull the frustration buzzing under his skin.

Jimin was already sprawled on the couch,hoodie on,legs up,munching chips from a bowl without a care in the world." So..how was dinner with HotBabe?"

"Fine ." It came out a bit flat.

" That bad,huh?"

Jungkook shut him a menacing glare, grabbing a beer before collapsing onto the other side of their couch. He opened it with a violent hiss.

" You're gonna yell me why you're radiating rage and sexual confusion or do I have to guess?" 

" I'm not! God Jimin!"

" What? You walk in like you just had a fight and a staring contest with your feelings."

" It's not feelings. It's Kim and his walking ego with great collar bones and a God complex!"

Jimin grinned. Now they were getting somewhere." You were with him? I thought you were on a dinner date with Aespa. Yoongi had a lot of trouble booking your table."

"No. I saw him. Coincidentally. At the restaurant with Seojoon." 

" Aha! The hottest platonic friendship I've heard about!" 

" Can you not?" 

Jimin paused and observed him for a while. Then slowly leaned forward,bowl stirring as Jungkook spilt the beans." All right. Let me get this straight. You were on a date with your perfect dream girl but you spent most of the night throwing shade and side eye at our boss across the room?"

" He started it! he replied defensively, sipping his beer.

" Did he also make you flirt back like your life depended on it?" Jungkook was so ignorant sometimes it made Jimin wanna smack his head to start his brain activity.

" I was acting, moron. He irritates me."

" Right and I'm a virgin!"

Jungkook groaned, dragging a hand down his face." I don't like him,shorty."

" You sure?"

" Yeap." 

" Because you talk about him like you're in a Shakespeare play and be murdered your entire bloodline."

" Because he's annoying as hell. Smug,rich and twisted and he thinks he can just ..flirt with everything and acts like he knows me."

" You ever think maybe he does?" 

That shut Jungkook up for an instant and Jimin knew he had hit a nerve. Jungkook was always too predictable, easy to read.

" No,he doesn't ! He gets a kick out of making my life hell."

Jimin held his hand gently." But he sees something, doesn't he? And that alone freaks you out Kook." 

The younger 's jaw clasped. He rested his head on the couch, staring at the ceiling as if the answers he was looking for were written there. When Jimin spoke again,his tone was softer.

"Kook not everything that scares you is wrong. Sometimes the stuff that hits a nerve is doing it because it matters. I know you hate showing your weakness but you're human. You hurt. You bleed. You heal."

" He's a guy,Jimin!" 

" So what's your point?" 

" So I don't like guys. I'm straight." 

" Cool. But I'm gay and if I started mentally undressing a specific guy every time I saw him, I'd probably rethink the straight part."

Jungkook stirred in his place, stretching his legs and shooting him a death glare like Jin at Namjoon." I'm doing that. I'm not going there." 

Jimin sighed deeply, bobbing his blond head."You're doing something. You say you want him off your back but you push him. Then you get pissed when he pushes back. You flirt with a girl,stare at him like you're daring him to react. You talk about him constantly. You hate that he affects you but you keep walking into the fire expecting not to get burnt. It's been going on for a while now." 

Jungkook popped up abruptly,pacing with the beer clutched between his fingers." It's not like that Jiminshi."

" Then what's it like? I don't get it."

" I don't know." He tousled his hair." I just hate how he makes me feel. Like I'm transparent. Like he knows I'm bluffing even when I don't know I am. He's always there. Popping up like the devil, staring at me as if he's waiting for me to figure it out."

" Maybe he is." Jimin shrugged his shoulders.

Jungkook's lips scrunched,falling silent. After a moment Jimin spoke." You don't have to name it tonight. But don't lie to yourself because it's easier. Stop avoiding the problem. Deal with it."

Jungkook stared at the shiny, marble floor,hands on hips,the beer was left on the table, breathing slowly but steady." I know where you're getting at. I'm not gay. I like girls. I like Aespa."

" Perhaps it's not about gay or straight. Maybe it's about him."

Jungkook blinked hard.Then he sat back down,lazily as if the weight in his chest was too heavy to carry, standing up." I hate him. You of all people should understand that. He has put me through so much for months. Has made my life hell. Distracts me from my purpose. Aespa is the only woman that took an interest in me after a long time." He paused ,sucking in a few breaths to calm his raging heart." I simply need to find a way for him to stop bugging me." 

Jimin smiled softly. Clearly he was in denial, lying to himself but he had no intention of pushing him further because it would make matters worse at that point. Sooner or later, he'd figured it out on his own. 

" At least did she give you a nice blowjob?"

" Fuck you,moron!" 

They burst out laughing yet the smile didn't reach Jungkook's eyes.

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The room was dark, except from the soft glow of the distant streetlights,bleeding in through the blinds. Jungkook sat at the edge of his bed, shoulders hunched, pyjama shirt half off,his hair still damp from the rushed shower he took to clear his head, though nothing about him felt clearer and to get rid of the bitter aftertaste of his vomit.

He kept staring at the floor but saw nothing like if he looked long enough the chaos in his mind would untangle itself. 

" I hate him!"

The words came out barely above a faint whisper and saying out loud would make them less true. 

" I hate the way he talks to me. The way he looks at me like he knows what the fuck I'm thinking. That stupid smirk. The loads of money. The arrogance. Buying people like groceries." He ran a hand through his hair,nails grazing his scalp in vexation." I'm done playing games. Done letting him get in my head. I'm gonna ignore him. Focus on Aespa. On the job. On why the hell I'm even here." 

His throat tightened,a lump clogging him. The whole room dipped in ear splitting silence and like a whisper through the cracks the reason seeped back in 

Minhun.

The name landed heavy in his chest like an anchor.

Their childhood friend. Their trio.

Late summer nights playing hide and seek in the alley behind the orphanage. Minhun's laugh echoing between the buildings. The way he ran ahead,looking back as if he knew they'd follow.

And they did. 

Until the day they couldn't.

Until the day he vanished and never came back.

" I was supposed to protect him." His voice broke. He pulled his knees to his chest,arms wrapping around them, forehead resting against his arms. " I came here to find him. Not to get distracted. Not to lose myself in people like Kim ." His breath hitched,his body shook once as if a wave had passed through it..

" We promised we wouldn't stop. That no matter how long it took, we'd find out what happened to him." 

A long, deadly silence. Only the hum of the city outside. Jungkook lifted his heavy head,eyes teary." Where the hell are you Minhun? " He shut his eyes close, forcing his tears back because grief didn't help. Because wanting wouldn't bring him back. He couldn't afford to fall apart now,not when they were finally getting closer to the truth.

He exhaled deeply. " No more distractions." he said to himself in resolute.

No more Kim. No more magnetic pull he didn't understand. No more listening to the naughty devil inside his head. No more letting someone see the parts of him he had buried deep to survive. 

He had a mission and he was gonna finish it.

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Jungkook was behind the counter,sleeves rolled up,jaw tensed from exhaustion and tension ,wiping a glass with a practiced flick of the wrist.

Jimin spoke casually while slicing a lime."Your sugar daddy just walked in."

Jungkook didn't flinch. He didn't need to look. The shift in the air was enough." He's not my anything, shorty. Stop bugging me."

" Could have fooled me." he lisped under his breath, cropping up an eyebrow but didn't argue. He knew better than to push when Kook had that rage in his eyes,the one that said ' not tonight.' 

A few moments later,Do-yun approached, clearing his throat, awkwardly." Jungkook mr Kim requested his usual to his room. Said not to fool around." And while he was anticipating the usual outburst Jungkook stood still and simply nodded once,stone-faced as Jimin smirked behind the lemons.

" Guess the devil's thirsty." Jungkook jested with indifference, grabbing the whiskey,ice and a tray.

The heavy door creaked open. The usual musky,smokey scent blending with the expensive cologne and the dim,golden lights. Two half-dressed young men were tangled on the leather couch,mouths fused,hands wandering like no one else existed.

 Taehyung lounged casually in the armchair,one leg crossed, watching them with the kind of mild amusement most people reserved for fireworks. He looked up the second Jungkook walked in,a slow smile crept in his lips." Well,well! You do follow orders when you want to." 

The younger didn't respond. He set the drinks down the table between them,never gazing at the couple still making out because he knew it would cause that unbearable stirring in his guts." Your overpriced Japanese scotch." he stated tonelessly.

" You always bring so much professionalism when you're angry with me. It's kind of hot." Sheer mockery.

" I'm not angry. Just uninterested." Oddly he was calm.

Taehyung's smirk twitched. Only a fraction."Then why is your jaw so tight, baby boy?" 

Jungkook finally gazed at him,cool eyes meeting Taehyung's like a blade drawn. " Must be the company." 

Taehyung slumped back,swirling his drink,eyes obscured and wearying." You used to enjoy the attention if my memory serves me right."

" I've grown up."

" Mmmm. Shame. I liked the badass who pretended not to want me, talked back while undressing me with his doe eyes." 

" Must have confused me with somebody else." he replied sternly,hands behind his back. He turned,already marching towards the door. 

Taehyung sat forward,a spark of devilish challenge lighting his handsome face." I wonder how long can you keep pretending? Before you crawl back, begging me to…"

The door clicked shut before he could finish.

Jungkook slid behind the bar like nothing had happened. His face was calm,clean, untouched by whatever storm he had dealt and keft behind.

Jimin eyed him closely." You didn't kill him,did you?" 

" Nope. But next time he asks for drinks,I might bring bleach."

" Damn! Did he try something?"he snorted while Jungkook began pouring shots for a table.

" He tried to flirt and provoke me. I tried to leave."

" You won?"

" Didn't even play." He handed off the shots to the waiter mechanically, efficiently,and coldly.

Jimin hunkered down, voice lower and teasing." Don't take this the wrong way but..cold Jungkook? Weirdly sexy! Kinda terrifying. I'd hit on you if you weren't my brother."

" Thanks! I'll be sure to glare extra hard next time!" 

" Yoongi will have your head! He's very possessive,you know!" 

Jungkook grinned, tossing him a wink but beneath it,Jimin saw it. The tightness around his mouth,the tremor in his hand that set the next glasses down. He was keeping it together.. barely.

And Taehyung? Somewhere downstairs, probably laughing,drinking,wanting. Too bad Jungkook wasn't giving him anything. Not even the satisfaction of reacting to feed his ego.

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Taehyung stared at the door for a bit,floored and dismayed,the ice in his scotch clinking gently as he swirled it in thought.

'That little shit!'

Didn't spare a glance at the guys pawing at each other across the room. Didn't wince. Didn't show any disgust and discomfort. Didn't react to the teasing. Not a crack in that marble facade. Where was the fire? Where was the flush that crept up his neck when he cornered him. The one that told him he'd hit the mark? 

The man took a long sip letting the heat burn down his dry throat. He wasn't used to being ignored, certainly not by Jungkook who would throw menacing glares at him, filled with aghast. Whose eyes gave him a silent lecture about moral values. 

Tonight he didn't even shudder. His voice played in his head, apathetic and sharp,like a broken record.' I'm not angry. Just uninterested.'

It didn't even sound like him and that's what caused his blood to boil in his scorching veins. Because it wasn't indifference. It was control.

He dismissed the two men, sending them to bloody hell,then hunched forward, rubbing his jaw. The fucken show wasn't meant for Taehyung but to provoke Jungkook.

" You think you can look it down? Pretend you don't want this or me? Fine..but that body? That mouth? The look you gave me when you left? You're MINE. Whether you like it or not." 

He promised himself that when he'd break again, become crumbles and he would, he'd be there, watching him fall apart all over again. 

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Jungkook finished his shift, dropped Jimin at Yoongi's and reached their apartment. He went straight to his bedroom,shut the door behind him,kicked his shoes and flopped onto the bed without turning the lights on. The club's neon glow still flashed behind his eyelids. So did Taehyung 's voice. The smooth,hoarse, dangerous tone like he was always on the edge of something filthy and twisted.

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut .'Ignore him. Ignore the voice,the goddamn musky scent. He doesn't own you.' 

 He could feel it the moment he entered that room .The smell of smoke,the low laughter, the guys going at it,touching,moaning like props in Kim's endless show of ' look how much I don't need you.'

" Good let him be distracted. Let him torture somebody else. Let him think I'm unaffected."

Because he wasn't..he wasn't…

He rolled over into his side ,arm flung across his eye. Why was his pulse still racing? Why did his mind keep replying the way Taehyung leaned back in his chair,smug,lips curved and parted just enough to..No.No..he refused to go that way..

" Fuck him!" he snarled out loud. He sat up,fisys balled on the soft mattress. Taehyung thought he could toy with him, tease and challenge him and get a reaction out of it only because he's devilishly handsome and a sweet talker.

Well,not this time!

Jungkook wasn't some stray he got to leash whenever he felt like it to fill his boring, pathetic existence. He refused to give into tension, weakness.

He'd never surrender to him and his childish games.

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The cool,night breeze, heavy with the smell of cigarette smoke blended with spilled booze and dust in the alley where Jungkook had the habit of seeking refuge and enjoying a few stolen moments of relaxation. Neon lights flickered dimply from the back entrance,casting Jungkook in shades of red and violet.

He weighed upon the brick wall, cigarette between his long fingers,lips split open just enough to breathe out the plume of smoke curled into the night like a lazy ghost. His shoulders were tense despite the break that usually gave him a way out. His jaw moved slightly,chewing on a thought he wasn't ready to name. 

Five more minutes.. that's all he needed to get his shit together and go back into that shit hole. Five minutes away from those prying eyes.

" I was told I'd find you here." 

Jungkook shifted his head fast. 

Aespa. She stood in heels too high for that grimy alley,a black leather jacket over her red dress and the same confident,flirty smile,sje always had,on her glossy lips.

" You smoke? Since when?"

" Only when I'm trying not to punch someone." 

She loomed up,arms folded,gazing at him with intense curiosity." Hmm. Whoever that someone is he must be giving you a hard time." 

Jungkook scoffed,flicking ash to the side."They're not worth it."

" But I am?" she muttered softly,biting her lower lip only for Jungkook to look at her. She was gorgeous, familiar and easy to be around. The safe kind of pretty. When she stooped over and kissed him, gently at first then deeper,he let her. He kissed her back because it was normal. It made sense..It wasn't him.

" Jungkook." 

The stern,throaty voice sliced through the air like ice cracking underfoot.

Taehyung.

" What are you doing?" He intended to sound calm..too calm but came out rather croaky.

Jungkook instantly stepped back from her,head throbbing." Taking a break."

" You're not paid to take breaks for personal business." He didn't spare a glance at the woman when he said 'personal' but the venom in his tone landed squarely on her shoulders.

" I don't think it's any of your business, actually.." she stated,clearly challenging him.

Taehyung cut her off sharply." I wasn't speaking to you." 

She winced at the threatening tone but firmly held her ground. He had absolutely no right treating them so insultingly.

Jungkook knitted his brows." Mr Kim.."

" You think you can just disappear from the bar while we're full? While people are ordering? To what? Make out with some random girl in a stinking alley?"

" I didn't ask for your approval. A d she's not sone random girl."

" I don't give a fuck but you'll start acting like this job something,unless you're eager to get fired for unprofessional conduct."

Aespa was raving mad at his audacity." You need to chill tne hell out. He can talk to whoever he wants. I'm his girlfriend and you're not his…"

She halted,tongue knotted, shivering at the vicious, resentful look in Taehyung's eyes."Kindly.Get.Lost."

She froze. Something about the way he said it,like a king passing judgement, compelled her to instinctively step back.

" You done?" Jungkook asked,each word dripping venom, earning a death glare, preparing for a fight or a war. But Jungkook only stared for a long, sharp second then rotated and walked past him, towards the back entrance." Aespa,go home. We'll talk."

The girl followed him a few seconds after,heels breaking the deafening silence.

And Taehyung? He remained still in his silence,chest rising and falling,hands balled into fists, eyes violent.

" You're running from me. You think that girl makes you safe? That she'll keep you from needing me?" Pathetic. He turned, marching to the opposite direction, breathing sharply. The image was deeply scarred into him. Jungkook's mouth on hers. And the worst part? That for a second,a split second,he looked like he meant it.

The younger scampered to the bathroom,gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles white,chest pumping and deliberately avoided looking at his reflection. His stomach churned the bitter taste of bile already creeping up his throat,body trembling in quiet rage.

He had made just in time to the stall before he was on his knees , retching just like always. That's how he coped with anxiety,stress, and disgust since forever. He rinsed cold water on his face,wiped it with the back of his hand,face pale,eyes bloodshot and a stoned expression. 

Fuck..it was getting worse day by day..

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Jimin hunched his shoulders on the counter, playfully ignoring the guy ordering a whiskey with three words slurred together but his eyes sharpened the moment he glanced at his friend emerging from the back corridor.

" About time! What were you doing,writing a book back there?" 

Jungkook kept his mouth shut as he took his place beside him, flipping a clean tag over his shoulder and grabbing a shaker like everything was normal. Jimin side eyed him."You're moodier than usual. Did you run into a mirror?"

Still no response and Jimin got more serious now." Don't play the mute card Kook. I saw her leaving. Aespa..she looked like someone pissed in her cocktail. What happened? Had a fight?" 

Jungkook exhaled steadily through his nose."Don't start."

" Start what? Didn't say anything." He watched him pour whiskey and ice in a glass with mechanical precision." She asked me where you were. I told her you might be taking a smoke break. Didn't expect to chase you."

No reaction whatsoever." She didn't do anything wrong Jimin."

" No but big boss sure looked ready to kill her with his pinky when he saw her."

A glimmer,barely perceptible." That's his natural resting face."

" You really gonna keep pretending this isn't anything?"his face squinted.

" What thing?" Jungkook was running out of patience and his face felt numbed by the stoic coldness.

Jimin huffed, shaking his head." Oh,I dunno! The sexual tension you could bottle and sell as Molotov? The way he talks to you like he owns your tongue? The way his eyes strip you naked? Take a pick."

Jungkook didn't find it amusing. On the contrary,he had the profound urge to stuff a lemon in his big mouth to shut him up." He doesn't own anything. And you of all people should know what that man does to me."

" Then why do you look like you threw your gut out after seeing him?" Jimin was pushing it too far but the whole situation was getting out of hand.

Jungkook gripped the glass tighter." Because I handle stress like a freak. Always have. You know that."

" Yeah, I do." Jimin's eyes wandered around the neon lights and the people dancing and making out at the tables." You used to throw up after a nightmare at the orphanage. After a bad dream about Minhun. After his disappearance..I know you too well Kook. You act like you're stone but when you feel too much,your body goes first."

A beat. Jungkook kept working,faster, and more robotic. Anything to not be in that conversation. If he could erase last month's events he'd be delighted." It's not just him.. it's everything."

" You keep saying that but it's always after Kim."

Thick silence stretched between them." I'm not gay Jimin."

" Never said you were."

" I don't want him."

" Didn't say you did."

" I hate him..I truly hate him."

" It's obvious." Now Jimin was lying.

" I've got a mission."

" With you all the way." Jimin replied in a more serious tone.

" He makes me wanna burn things down.That's not attraction,Jimin. It's a fucken war." His eyes focused on the glass in his grip.

" Maybe..but you're losing either way.

That was the critical moment Jungkook realised how messed up his life was and how he needed to put things in order. Set the record straight. Focus on his mission,on Aespa and ignore the distractions created on his blurry mind.

It was bloody time to speed things up. Take them to the next level. It was time to.. sleep with Aespa.