PANDEMIC ESCAPADE | TAEKOOK ✓

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Jungkook's Pov

"What the hell?!"

I roll my eyes as I close my phone.

"You like Taehyung?!" Jimin yells.

I avoid his gaze and focus on the TV, tapping my foot repeatedly on the floor.

"You, Jungkook. Answer me." Jimin exclaims, running a hand through his blonde hair.

"Oh my God, what do you want?!" I snap.

"You like Taehyung?!" He says again.

"I don't know," I mumble, "I'm not sure."

"What do you mean?!" Jimin is driving me wild. "You're not sure?!"

"I just met him- and plus, I like someone else." I slowly whisper the last part.

Okay. Hate me on this, but I'm not sure! I'm not sure about the feelings I'm developing for him, I'm new to this okay? Irene was my first, I thought she'd be my last. Until he came along.

I never thought I'd feel like this. Especially not with him. That may seem homophobic, but I mean it in the nicest way possible.

Taehyung is everything. He is so beautiful, he looks like a fictional character. His gaze, smile and lips look so ethereal. And at most times I stop myself from feeling the urge to kiss him- but it's not my fault, right?

Cupid struck the wrong person. With the wrong arrow. This can't be it. We're roommates- better yet, strangers. We play video games, yeah, we hug at night, yeah, but it's all nothing.

Maybe.

Maybe it's all nothing.

I don't know. I don't know how to feel, what to feel, and why I am feeling like this. He is just another person in my life, right? He can't mean so much, right?

Wrong.

Okay, I can't handle this anymore.

"Yes." I sigh. "Yes, I like him."

"Oh my God- for real?" Jimin looks at me like I'm joking, "No jokes?"

"No jokes."

He suddenly covers his mouth and jumped up and down, acting like a 5 year old.

"What are you doing?" I ask, clearly annoyed.

"You do like him!" Jimin squeals.

"Yeah, I do. So what?" I roll my eyes.

"Oh my gosh oh my gosh! I can't believe this." He sighs happily before sitting back down again.

"Why are you so happy anyways?" I ask.

I feel a glimmer of hope, that maybe Taehyung likes me too.

"He l- oh." Jimin mumbles as if he remembers something.

"He what?" I continue for him.

"I-I can't tell you that. He has to say it himself, but I'm very glad you do like him." He said.

I nod.

Does... does Taehyung like me to? If he does then he's very good at hiding it. I've barely noticed. Or maybe I'm being delusional and he doesn't like me. He probably just sees me as a friend, or stranger. Or a nobody.

"Well? Don't you wanna see Taehyung?" Jimin breaks my thoughts.

Taehyung- right! I forgot Yoongi hyung allowed me to come to the hospital.

"Right," I fish my phone in my pocket, "I'll call Namjoon hyung right now."

—

Namjoon's Pov

"Jin is cooking lunch in the kitchen, I smell soup." Hoseok said, entering my room.

I'm watching TV, trying to get away from reality. A lot has happened today, and many people are traumatized. If I could turn back time and warn them all I would.

Sigh.

What a mess.

"Are you okay?" Hoseok asks, interrupting my thoughts, "You seem upset about something."

"I'm not. Just tired." I said in a short reply.

Hoseok nods and walks to my beside table, taking the crumpled paper.

"Did you stay up all night writing songs again?" He asks, un-crumpling a piece of paper and reading it.

I sigh, closing the TV.

"Yep. I just can't seem to find the exact lyrics that gave me the feels. It's difficult, you know?" I said.

"Not really, but I'm sure it is." He said, folding the paper neatly before walking to the door, "I'll throw this out, yeah?"

I nod.

Hoseok leaves the room, closing the door slightly before I hear his footsteps decreasing away.

I sigh and bury my face in my palms, what a stressful day.

Ring! Ring!

I suddenly sit back straight in alert, eyes landing on my phone beside my bed.

I stand up to get it, unfamiliar of the contact number.

"It's probably those online scammers," I said. But a pinch of hesitation growls inside of me. Something tells me I have to answer the phone.

Screw it.

"Hello?" I talk into the phone, placing it beside my ear.

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Jin's Pov

I stir the wooden ladle into the pot, fresh aroma fills the air. I add seasoning into the soup, measuring it with my eye and instincts.

Yolo, I guess.

As I continued to stir the soup, I decrease the gas, then put the pot lid on top of it, allowing it to set for a couple of minutes.

Hoseok's footsteps fill in the silence that surrounds me.

"Hey," he greets me, "should I take out the trash?"

"Please do." I said, wiping my hands with the kitchen towel.

"Alright."

As I watch Hoseok walk into the garage, Namjoon's footsteps bangs against the wooden staircase.

"Jin, I got a call from Jungkook." He said.

"Jungkook?" My eyes gleam, "Really?"

"Yeah... he was wondering if I could drive him to the hospital." Namjoon said, putting on his shoes.

"Hospital? What, what's going on?" I ask, suddenly feeling even more awful than earlier.

"Taehyung's in the hospital, and Yoongi gave Jungkook and Jimin the permission to come over." He said, looking into my eyes.

Taehyung? Yoongi? What is going on today?!

"Should I drive him there?" He asks.

"Sure, why not?" I said after a moment of hesitation.

"Do you wanna tag along?"

I shake my head. "I'm cooking, and plus, it's best to give them space."

Namjoon nods before walking out the door, "See y'all later!"

I wave goodbye, suddenly realizing the soup is probably finished boiling.

I turn my back and grab the ladle, taking the lid off and stirring it well again, turning off the gas this time.

Well, at least things are getting into place, like a broken puzzle, slowly finding it's way into place.

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Idk what I'm writing at this point- thanks for reading!