#empty love

You shout, brows furrowing and jaw clenching at the thought of him entering the bathroom while you’re showering. He was so damn lucky the hotel selected frosted glass for their shower doors. If he had walked in here while you were naked, all hell would’ve probably broken loose. You might’ve even thrown your body wash at him. Well, it’s still possible at the moment, especially with the anger from earlier still sitting in your bones.

“I needed to piss; therefore, I’m in the bathroom,” he responds, and you’re sure there’s a smug smirk on his lips. The way his voice pitches slightly at the end is enough to tell you that he finds this amusing.  

This must be payback because why else would he be annoying you this way? Not a moment crosses your mind where you can remember Jungkook using the bathroom with you in there. In all the years the two of you have been friends, a situation like this has never occurred.

“There’s another bathroom across the hall,” you state while wringing out the loofah and hanging it on the little shelf in the corner. If you stayed under the water any longer, your skin would probably start to peel, and the thought of that sends a shiver down your spine.

Instead of a response from Jungkook, a low exhale comes from him, followed by a steady stream of water. The fact that he’s standing a couple of feet away from you pissing should be enough to gross you out, but for some reason it doesn’t…you find it hot?  

Not the fact that he’s peeing, but that he’s doing something so intimate with you right here naked with nothing but a glass dividing the two of you.

“I was in a rush, and this one is closer,” he explains as the last few drips sound in the bathroom. If you wanted to, you really could slide open the glass just a bit and take a peek. I mean, there were many moments throughout the years where the thought of Jungkook’s dick and how big it was popped into your mind. You were certain he was big just from the way he would manspread any chance he got, no matter how many times you would yell at him for taking up so much space and not being considerate. But now was not the time to be thinking about how much he was packing.    

“Ugh, are you done yet? I need to get out,” you groan, hand reaching to turn off the faucet, and standing still as the remaining water swirls down the drain. If you were back home, you would’ve been immediately reaching for the towel, patting yourself dry before stepping out of the shower. Unfortunately, you’re not home, and you’re still standing there with no towel, the cold air nipping at your skin the longer you wait.

“You know you can look for yourself and see if I’m done.” The low chuckle that follows suddenly has you wishing you had done more than only dump the water on him. He was right; you did have a strong urge to look, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Stop playing with me, Jungkook! I’m freezing!”

Within a few seconds, the loud flushing of the toilet sounds and the sink turns on. A deep sigh escapes from the depths of your chest as you slightly slide open the door, fingers grasping onto the soft fluffy fabric, quickly securing it around your body.

“Don’t act like you didn’t want to see.”

The door is suddenly pulled open, eliciting a shriek from your lips. Jungkook is standing there in grey shorts and a fitted black tee, different from his interview ensemble.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you today?!” You exclaim, glancing down to make sure all parts of your body are fully covered, the little piece of your towel securely tucked in under your armpit.

Even though the air conditioning is on full force, your entire body seems to be heating up the longer you stare at Jungkook. The anger is raging through your veins, but there’s a hint of something else, and the more you focus on the muscled man towering in front of you, the more it increases. Those long, slender fingers of his reach up and skim through his black, messy hair, exposing his forehead. You can’t help but bite your lip as you watch his slow movements. This idiot has no idea the effect he has on you, but you’re glad he hasn’t noticed.

“Nothing’s wrong with me, y/n. I’m actually in a really good mood right now,” he mumbles while looking down at you, his voice sounding slightly raspier and deeper than before.

The two of you were standing so close now, barely a foot of space between you. You could nearly feel Jungkook’s breath flow over your entire face as he spoke. Jungkook was a lot taller than you, so much that you had to tilt your head up to speak to him when he was in such close proximity like this.

“Then why have you been making so many sly comments towards me lately? It’s almost as if you’re jealous,” you question now even more aware that at this angle Jungkook has a clear view straight down into your towel.  

“Would it be an issue if I was?”

It comes out so softly you were sure your mind must have been playing tricks on you. There’s no way he’s standing here and dangling the possibility that he’s jealous when it comes to you. Sure, you had questioned him, but those were not the words you expected to leave his mouth. Your lips part, and a soft breath escapes through your lips as you scan his eyes for any sign. There’s not a hint of amusement or anything that would give him away as toying with you.

“You’re seeing someone, Jungkook. We shouldn’t be alone like this.”

It’s as if a spell breaks the second you say those words out loud, the look on his face changing. He takes a step back from you, shaking his head only for a few strands of hair to fall across his forehead. You’re stuck in the same position, feeling all over the place. In the distance, you can hear the faint voices of the guys across the hall, their laughter sounding louder and louder. The two of you must’ve been in the bathroom together for about 10 minutes now.

Silence fills the small space, and Jungkook stands there, his bottom lip briefly stuck between his teeth, jaw tight, before he releases it.

“Yeah, you’re right. We shouldn’t,” and with that cold response, he brushes past you without a second glance, coldness taking over your body, only this time it’s not from the bathroom air.

Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, you think to yourself as you survey the scene in front of you. Two pitchers of strawberry sangria were the perfect amount for the eight of you to enjoy with a slight buzz, but somehow you manage to convince Hobi to order another round, and really it didn’t take much convincing.

“No, because think about it—,” Taehyung is in the midst of his explanation before he is cut off by Yoongi.

“Taehyung, you might have a chance, but there’s no way Jimin’s surviving out there.”

All of you sat around a large polished cherry oak table in the private area of the cozy hotel restaurant. You sat between Taehyung and Jimin, which of course Jungkook made a face at. Directly across from you, he swirled his glass of sangria before downing it, immediately reaching to pour what must’ve been his fifth glass. On either side of him sat Namjoon and Yoongi, and on either side of them sat Jin and Hobi, filling out the rest of your table. One thing about these boys is that they could eat. There was not a full plate in sight; everyone wasted no time devouring their meals, and now a heated debate was taking place on who could survive in the wilderness.

“Yah, why wouldn’t I survive?!” Jimin shouts, clearly insulted by the fact that Yoongi had more faith in Taehyung than him.

This was the most talkative Yoongi had been in a minute. All you had to do was get a little alcohol in his system, and that man would be full-on gummy smile and yapping mode.

“You don’t even have any survival skills,” Jin chips in, pushing Jimin’s shoulder in a playful way.

“I know how to make a fire,” Jimin responds, pushing Jin right back, almost causing him to slide out of his chair from the sudden force.

“You almost burned down your apartment two weeks ago while making ramen,” Yoongi quickly reminds everyone.  

This was news to you, and the image of Jimin burning down the apartment because of something so small as ramen mixed with the feeling of alcohol flowing through your veins has you bursting into a fit of giggles. The laughter overtakes your body so much so that your entire upper body falls into Taehyung’s lap, unable to keep your balance. This restaurant really knew how to make a great sangria, and those incredibly sweet strawberry pieces might be your new weakness. As your giggles slowly quiet down, your eyes become heavy from the light caresses across your cheek, and any conversation in the background slowly fades away.

You become aware of the heat radiating from Taehyung’s thighs and how muscular they feel beneath your cheek. Heat rises to your own face at how intimate a position you’re currently in, but your body feels too comfortable to move. You were close with the boys, but you were never in a position like this with any of them. You don’t want to read too much into it, but the way Taehyung touches your face feels a little more than friendly.  

Laughter still flows around you, but the conversation makes no sense with the drowsiness creeping up on you. The sleepy feeling is so strong that you don’t even have the energy to react when Jungkook makes another comment; in fact, what he says doesn’t even fully register before you drift off into the darkness.  

“So now you’re giving blowjobs under the table?”

Chapter 08

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You could tell that he was furious about the whole situation, and you shouldn’t have said Taehyung’s name. You couldn’t admit that the blissful dream you had was about Jungkook because that would only create endless problems. 

"Well, I don't care. You're not sharing a room with Taehyung anymore," he roars, just as Namjoon and Jin enter the room, the commotion waking them up.

 "What's going on here?" 

Jimin is the first to answer Jin's question after being silent throughout the entire uproar.

"Y/N had a wet dream about Taehyung, and now Jungkook doesn't want her to share a room with him," Jimin replies with a smug look on his face, clearly enjoying the drama.  

You should know by now that Jimin can be very blunt with his words, especially when he tries to get a reaction from you. He took every opportunity to embarrass you and make your cheeks flush with his sexual remarks. 

The tips of Jin’s ears begin to turn red as he comprehends the type of situation he walked into. The look that sets in on Joon’s face is the exact opposite. Instead, disappointment fills his eyes.   

This was definitely not the way he expected the tour to begin, but here he was being thrown into an entirely unusual and new situation. 

What else did he expect from the maknae line? 

You all watch as Joon runs his hands through his tousled hair, his lips opening to speak. 

"Well, who is she going to sleep with now?" 

You feel awkward standing there as you wait for an answer, unsure if you should speak up or let them handle it. At this point, you felt like you'd be rotating through each boy's bed, and that was not something you wanted. 

"Me."

Your head snaps up at the deep voice. The statement was more of a demand than a suggestion, only causing an unusual feeling to stir in your stomach. 

"I invited her, so she's staying with me. End of discussion," Jungkook explains, his eyes never wavering from yours.

His gaze feels intense, eyes unwavering from yours. You want to protest and demand you stay with someone else, but you can't find your voice. Your head just nods in agreement, your body taking over.   

"Now, since that's settled, we need to get ready for the interview," Joon reminds everyone as he makes his way out in a rush, Jin following in tow.

 A low-sounding whistle causes you and Jungkook to break eye contact turning to locate the source of such a suggestive sound.  

"Now, this should be interesting," Jimin smirks as he looks at the three of you. 

"So you have a wet dream about Taehyung, but now you’re sharing a room with Jungkook. I must admit I’m feeling very left out," he pouts, only making the situation worse for you.

A glare sets over Jungkook's face just as he lifts his leg kicking Jimin in his side. Jimin clutches his side in pain before running out and screaming at the top of his lungs, Jungkook trailing him.  

Suddenly silence takes over, and you’re left in the room alone with Taehyung. He remains in the same position, still lounging on the bed, only this time, his eyes look up at you curiously. You can't help but feel a little awkward as he stares at you, waiting for some words to fall out of your mouth. After what seems like hours but, in reality, a minute or two, he finally opens his mouth to speak. 

"Your dream wasn't about me, was it?"

Your eyes dart over to him, surprised that he would ask that. No words were needed on your part, though, as the look on your face only confirmed his suspicions. 

"Who was it?"

The short and direct question makes you feel uneasy as he moves, perching upon his elbow, excitement dancing across his face as he awaits your answer. Your eyes are only narrow as you lift a pillow, ready to hit him for prying so much.  

"Okay, okay, never mind. Just don't hit me," he yelps, raising his hands in surrender, not wanting to experience your wrath. 

"Good," you huff out before grabbing your items and making your way to the bathroom. Even though you wouldn't be a part of the interview, you still had to look good. You were traveling with the boys that looked like Greek statues. You needed to at least pretend to be on their level. 

After the somewhat awkward ride to the show, you could finally breathe. During the entire car ride, you sat silently, unsure what to say.

Just to your luck, you had to sit between Jungkook and Taehyung, the three of you not saying a word to each other. 

Now here you were in the dressing room, watching as the boys added finishing touches to their hair and makeup. You had been feeling quite out of place ever since the event that had happened earlier in the morning.

 The only two people you felt comfortable talking to were Hobi and Yoongi, the pair either having no idea about what occurred or not showing it.

"Are you excited to finally see us in idol mode?" Hobi asks you excitedly as he plops down on the couch beside you, his arm swinging around your shoulder.

 "Yea, I'm excited to see what you guys are like on TV," you reply, smiling while glancing at the other boys. 

Jungkook and Taehyung both sat in the chair, getting their hair fixed, while Jin and Jimin were munching on some fruits in the corner. Joon was in the other room putting on his outfit, and of course, Yoongi was on the other couch taking a quick nap. 

"Y/N," your head turns in the direction of Taehyung, a small smirk fixed on his lips as his eyes connect with yours through the mirror.

"Do you think I look sexier with the top of the shirt buttoned? Or unbuttoned? Your opinion is important to me," he smirks, playfulness swimming behind the blue contacts. 

You can feel Jungkook's eyes burning into you as you stare at Taehyung, wanting to kill him for putting you in this situation. 

"U-Um unbuttoned," you mumble before turning away and hearing a loud scoff leaving Jungkook's mouth at your answer. 

Your head whips around at the sudden sound, your eyes narrowing at the dark-haired boy sitting before you.

 "What? If you have something to say, then say it," you harshly spit out, suddenly growing tired of Jungkook's behavior.  

"I do have something to say. Why don't you broadcast it to the entire world that you want to get into Taehyung's pants? First the bed and now this," he harshly bellows, his voice deeper than usual as he feels the heat rushing to his face. 

"That's not true. I never said anything like that," you loudly shout as you stomp over to him, your feet stopping right in front of him. 

All of the crew members have long left the room; their work finished for the day as they check out the interview area. The only bodies left in place included the seven other boys and yourself. It was then that you realized all eyes were on the two of you.

"Pssh please, y/n. I can see the way you drool over him. You'd bend over for him in a second if he offered to fuck you," Jungkook grunts as he shakes his head, jaw clenching as his eyes flicker between you and Taehyung. 

You don't know where your sudden boldness comes from, but without thinking, your hand flies over to the glass of water, and without thinking, you pour it onto his head, the water running down the sides of his face and wetting his clothes. 

You can hear the loud gasps from the other members as they witness you lose control, finally letting your feelings of anger take over. 

"That's for being an asshole," you screech at him before grabbing your purse, pushing through the back doors, and running towards the black SUV.

Your hands shield your face as you hear the screams of hundreds of girls, their voices getting louder as they seem to notice you. Before you even realize it, you hear flashes and clicks going off. You feel the heat rushing to your face as fear builds within you. 

What if they attacked you? What if they saw your face? 

Quickly the driver helps you into the van, shutting it closed before any of the fans can get closer. You pray that questions of you wouldn't arise on Twitter. You pray that they would consider you to be a stylist or just someone who works at the company.

Today turned out differently than you expected. You just wanted to enjoy seeing the boys in work mode for once, but instead, here you are on your way back to the hotel, utterly furious. 

You couldn’t believe Jungkook and the way he was acting. His comments were suddenly snarky and always towards you. He wasn't acting like the best friend he claimed to be. Maybe he just needed to get laid, but you did not need that image in your mind now.

He was very secretive about his girlfriend, and maybe he needed a good fuck. You couldn't believe he said that to you in front of all of the boys, especially Taehyung.

Yes, you were mad at him and wanted to murder him, but the thought of Jungkook needing his girlfriend causes your chest to tighten and a weird feeling to fill you. 

You shouldn't feel like this. It's not okay. 

You keep trying to control the roller coaster of your thoughts as you finally reach the hotel and quickly make your way back into the shared suite.

Throwing yourself onto the couch, you suddenly feel guilty about ruining Jungkook's look right before he was meant to go out. The stylists must have been so stressed having to get him ready. They would have to fix his makeup, redo his hair, and probably give him a new outfit.

You had no doubt in your mind that he was very pissed, but his reaction was priceless. He sat there, his mouth open and eyes wide like a deer stuck in headlights. He didn't expect you to have the guts to do it, that was for sure.

Well, if you couldn't watch the show in person, maybe you could watch it live on tv instead. Getting yourself comfy, you switch on the television and flip through the channels until you finally land on the broadcast.

You feel a little bit better when your eyes fall on Jungkook's figure, noticing that he was still wearing the same outfit. 

It was as if nothing had occurred backstage, and he looked terrific and entirely relaxed as he answered the different questions aimed at him. It was crazy how quickly his persona changes from when he's backstage to when he's on shows. 

"Jungkook," your eyes focus on the boy, his head flashing up at the mention of his name. His large doe-eyes come to focus on the screen, the camera focusing on his reaction as the interviewer asks him a question.

”I hear that your fans like to write stories about you. Have you ever read any of them?”

The lady smiles widely, clearly interested in the answer, or maybe Jungkook himself. You watch as his cheeks heat up, obviously caught off guard by the sudden question. 

"Um..no haha. I wouldn't want my fans to feel embarrassed by my snooping around. I feel like it’s intruding on their personal thoughts," Jungkook says awkwardly, yet smoothly enough for him to pass the question.

 The boys around him laugh at his sudden shyness, and you can't help but let out a little giggle at his cuteness.

You had no idea what was going on. Why did he seem like your old Jungkook here? You were looking at your former best friend — the one who you saw a lot more before he left on tour and before he met his girlfriend.

You were tired of bumping heads with the new Jungkook, and you were tired of the teasing and rude comments he made each time. Each comment he made felt like he was taking a piece of you with him, knocking down the strength and confidence you had fought so hard to build.

"Well, that's all the time we have for today, folks. Thank you for tuning in," the interviewer smiles before the show ends with their closing goodbyes. 

You let out a deep sigh as you realize you had missed their entire interview. If only you and Jungkook could find a middle ground, things would be more comfortable. 

Taehyung played a massive part in what had happened earlier. He knew what he was doing and just pushed the situation into overdrive. 

You could only wait until the boys returned, and you weren't looking forward to it. 

Jungkook may look all cute with his bunny smile on tv, but you knew once the cameras were off and he was back, he'd return to his previous self.

Chapter 07

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