Bathroom talk

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I've been a bit in a rush because I'm moving out to another city in 7 days and Taehyung's also keeping me pretty busy dragging his pretty ass around Paris.

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“Didn’t they answer your call?” Jungkook asks. I roll my eyes at him so hard I can almost see the back of my head.

“Does it look like anyone answered my call?”

He sighs like I’m the most unpleasant person in the world. Well, maybe I am. Being near him unleashes the worst in me.

“It’s your fault we’re locked here,” he mutters. He’s sitting on the floor, throwing a tennis ball at the wall in front of him.

“How the hell is this my fault?” I raise my voice in frustration. He’s unbelievable.

“If you weren’t such a prick all the time, they wouldn’t have done this.”

“I’m a prick? As far as I can remember, we were friends until you decided to fuck it all up.”

“Remind me again, how did I fuck it all up, hyung?”

Jungkook stops throwing the ball and glances at me. He looks like he’s really waiting for an answer. I keep quiet, because I don’t wanna talk about it. Then I look away, because I can’t stand his eyes on me.

“You’re the one who told me to forget that ever happened,” he says.

I'm leaning against the sink, head down. I notice how dirty my shoes are. Probably as dirty as my thoughts.

“They just want us to figure this out, so let’s figure this out, yeah?”

I laugh. It’s not a loud laugh, I don’t even know if he hears it. I stay in silence. There’s no way we can figure this out. No matter how much he tries to put the blame on me, it’s not my fault that he’s too dumb to understand.

“Taehyungie,” Jungkook calls out my name the way how he used to back then. It’s the first time he does it in a while. He stands up and walks towards me, but he doesn’t dare to get too close. “It’s been almost a year.”

His voice is lower. Sweeter, even. It makes my heart fails me.

“How long do you plan on pushing me away? We still have two years until college is over.”

“It worked well so far,” I say.

“Do you call this well, our own friends locking us in a bathroom in the middle of the night to talk because they can’t take us fighting anymore? We see each other every day.”

“Yeah, we do. And you knew that.” I look at him. I shouldn’t have. It’s hard to look away now.

“Tae,” he whispers, and then he bites his lower lip, playing with his piercing.

I hate that he has a lip piercing. I hate that he’s got so many tattoos. I hate remembering the metal cold against my tongue. I hate even more having such a vivid memory of the exact grip of his tattooed arm around my waist.

“You started it,” I say. He looks at me confused.

“You started the fighting.”

“No, you hit on me,” it’s the first time I say it and it sounds like a confession. “You started it.”

“And you fucking ended it,” he blurts.

“Yeah, I’m glad I did, because you clearly didn’t like me enough.”

Jungkook opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, but he stops. His eyes are bigger than usual, like they’re a step away from jumping out of his eye sockets, and he just scratches his face in frustration.

“I was just respecting your wishes. You told me to forget it, that it was a mistake.”

“One week later you were kissing other people right at my face, do you call that respect?”

He takes one step further. I try to take one back, but the sink won’t let me.

“I just wanted to prove to you that I was over that. I thought that was what you wanted.”

“Are you stupid? I gave myself to you. How cold-hearted do you think I am? That’s the last thing I wanted.”

Jungkook gets close. Real close. We stand in silence for a while. He holds my face on both hands and I turn away to not look at him. I don’t like that I like the heat of his skin on mine so much.

“You acted cold-hearted the next day, and I thought you didn’t want anything more than to be friends. I thought you would push me away if you knew I liked you more than a friend.”

“I was just scared,” I whisper. “I needed to be sure you liked me.”

He runs one hand down on my chest and leans his forehead on mine. I feel the gentle touch of his nose on my cheek and I breathe heavier when he pulls me closer, pressing his fingers on my waist.

“What do I have to do for you to believe I really like you?”

His voice feels like a kiss on my lips. I don’t say it. I open my mouth, he breathes me in. He parts his lips, I breathe him out. My entire body shivers when he presses me against the sink.

“I like you so much, hyung” he says, biting my lip and tightening the grip. I can feel his racing against my chest. “I like you more than I ever liked anyone.”