20 – JK focus

Jungkook's head was still thrumming with memories of the day before. Making those plans with Taehyung, locked in that room, Jungkook hadn't wanted it to end. But he was still excited. The fact that Yoongi's crush liked him back was the biggest revelation Jungkook had ever heard. He felt like he was in a k-drama.

Waiting patiently by the trophy cabinet on the 2nd floor, Jungkook lit up when he saw Taehyung dragging a very perplexed Jimin up the stairs.

"Taehyung what the hell is going on? Jungkook, can you please help me out here?" Jungkook clapped his hands together and said,

"Yes, I think I can. You know Min Yoongi, right?" Jimin still looked very confused.

"Yeah, I mean I've seen- Taehyung what the hell did you tell him?" Taehyung stepped back from the suddenly fuming boy and raised his hands in surrender.

"Jiminie, please hear him out this is very important and, believe me, you are going to want to hear this." Jimin retracted from the taller boy and looked at Jungkook expectantly. Jungkook knew that this wasn't his own confession, but he still felt nervous.

"Well, Yoongi told me (sort of) something about you. And he'd kill me if he knew I told, but I think it's important that you know this." Jungkook nodded at Taehyung and watched as Taehyung whispered in Jimin's ear. Jungkook got flashbacks to the previous day. He swore he could still feel the hot breath on his skin, feel his lips brush against his hair. Jungkook shook himself out of his daydream to see Jimin standing frozen in the corridor. A smile ghosted his lips.

"You liars," Jimin said quietly. Taehyung and Jungkook shook their heads.

"Nope, it's true," Jimin flushed deeply and turned to hug Taehyung tightly. The bell rang loudly and Taehyung, who was still clung to by Jimin, mouthed "I'll talk later," before walking to their classroom.

Jungkook felt that he was doing the work of a higher power. It felt nice to know that he had made someone so happy. He had no idea what was going to happen next or whether or not he would be murdered by the 3rd grader within the next week, but Jimin and Taehyung were happy. Even if in a way, Jungkook wasn't.

He felt jealous of Jimin. He had gotten the guy he wanted and might even start dating him if things went his way. Jungkook had none of that. For all he knew, Taehyung didn't even like Jungkook's gender, let alone him. All he could do was play out scenarios in his mind that he knew would never happen, but they at least stopped him from going insane with longing. It was lonely, but it worked.

Jungkook sat down at his desk and opened his book. He barely got through five minutes of maths before Taehyung infiltrated his mind again. He remembered their closeness on the floor of the cupboard and multiplied it tenfold. He imagined Taehyung's lips on his, his tongue on his. He imagined his deep, syrupy voice melt into moans of ecstasy against Jungkook's mouth. He imagined the feel of his smooth hands gliding over his body, taking it, exploring it, claiming it…

"Jungkook!" He suddenly realised that everyone was looking at him and he felt somehow exposed. "Would you care to concentrate?" Jungkook sat up straight, embarrassed.

"Yes, miss. Sorry, miss." His heart was beating unnaturally fast and his body flushed with heat. He was going to have to watch himself in the future; he couldn't afford another incident like that again.

For the first time since school began, Jungkook really felt like he needed help with this. As in it was seriously disrupting his thought and sleep patterns and he didn't know what to do. And he didn't even have anyone he could tell; his only real confidants were his crush and his crush's best friend. Not ideal. There was another person, though. Except that person would probably never want to talk to him again. Jungkook would have to think carefully about his next move.

Eventually, lunchtime rolled around and Jungkook tried to prepare himself to keep cool around Taehyung. It was proving harder than he had thought. He didn't know which shady corner of his mind his imagination had pulled that daydream from, but Jungkook knew he would do anything to silence it.

When Jungkook found Taehyung and Jimin, they had already been talking for some time, judging by the red in both of their cheeks. They were laughing and ushered Jungkook over to where they were sitting. Jungkook awkwardly sat next to Taehyung and concentrated on the conversation. Jimin was still in shock, but he believed that they were telling the truth after hearing the disclosure. Taehyung slung his arm around Jimin like a proud parent and said,

"Here's the thing, Chim, you're going to have to confess first." Jimin looked up startled and ran his hands through his hair.

"What? Why?" Despite believing them, Jimin still looked panicked by the proposition.

"Because you have to," Jungkook explained, "He'd slit my throat if he knew I told anyone about this. Besides, the way he's treated you for the last year, do you really think he'd confess first anyway?" A very good point that Jungkook was surprised he could think of. Jimin sighed heavily.

"Okay. I'll think about it over the weekend. Who knows, I might do it on Monday if I'm brave enough." This was clearly a lie, but Jungkook admired the boy's ambition. He walked around with them for a while but found that he kept zoning out of the conversation for no apparent reason. After a while, he excused himself and just walked by himself to clear his head and analyse his feelings – and there were a lot of them.

Jungkook couldn't figure out what was wrong. He had been basically fine for weeks now, and suddenly it felt like the first time he had ever seen Taehyung all over again. This didn't happen last time. It had stayed for a while, but it blew over and he had moved on with his life. Jungkook couldn't imagine trying to move on with his life after this; it sounded physically impossible. He had to tell someone, but he couldn't. Who was there to tell? His mind wandered back to the only viable option and Jungkook actually considered it. It would take work, but at least it was actually possible.

On Saturday morning, Jungkook got up after a relaxing 6 hours of sleep. He unplugged his phone and began his quest. It would take a lot of asking for favours, but he had planned this and was fairly confident he knew what he was doing. After about an hour of texting people, most of whom he didn't know very well, asking for phone numbers and bouncing from chat to chat, he finally found who he was looking for.

Hi, you don't really know me, but I was wondering if you could tell me someone's address? He barely picks up his phone and he has something of mine, Jungkook typed out and finally sent the message; it had taken long enough. He didn't know if she'd even reply to him that day. She was probably busy.

Yh k who? Came the reply. Maybe not so busy. Jungkook smiled as he did not expect it to be this easy.

Min Yoongi, replied Jungkook and she gave him a street and a house number almost instantly. Poor girl. Jungkook got dressed and packed his bag with random books to read on the bus. He jumped down the stairs and opened the front door.

"I'm going to the library!" he lied and ran out of the house.

His symptoms hadn't been getting any better. His actual dreams were laced with Taehyung and his gorgeous orange hair. Truthfully, if Jungkook didn't have to go to school or do homework or anything, he would not be complaining. But this crush was affecting his concentration in a way that he did not think was healthy. So he turned to the best person he could think of for internally dealing with shit.

After a long while, the bus stopped near Yoongi's house and Jungkook stepped onto the street. He was a little bit nervous and he didn't know why. He gathered up his courage and knocked on the door. A pretty lady stepped out after a few seconds and smiled at him politely. "Hello, my darling, can I help you?"

Jungkook smiled and bowed slightly. "Yes ma'am, is Min Yoongi home? I'm his friend from school." The lady, Yoongi's mother, nodded and went upstairs to get him. Such a lovely woman and yet seemingly the polar opposite of Yoongi: courteous, friendly and helpful. Jungkook saw Yoongi slink down the stairs and approach the door. He rolled his eyes when he saw it was Jungkook and said,

"What do you want?" Jungkook took a deep breath and prepared himself to let out his feelings (if he got let in at all, that was).

"I-I need your help. Th-there's a thing happening and I don't know how to stop it." Jungkook felt he had been sufficiently vague and Yoongi pondered the request. Eventually, he stepped aside, granting Jungkook access to the house.