Jungkook stared longingly at Taehyung's form, he was standing behind the set, a bit further in the background. He was supposed to go home and rest, and he nearly has followed the order of the director but something stopped him, and that being Taehyung.

Taehyung, beautiful gorgeous Taehyung who made everything look so easy and who seemed to love toying with Jungkook's emotions and heart. Because Taehyung didn't love him back. Jungkook saw it in his eyes, because the curtains, these goddamn curtains, have been lifted from his eyes to show panic and confusion right before Jungkook kissed him.

The brunet felt so stupid for kissing the beautiful male, as if he was ever so fucking lucky and have Taehyung love him back. But he at least expected the elder to have a little more empathy. No, he instead as laughing with their coworker Do Jihan, smiling his brilliant box smile which shot daggers right at Jungkook's heart. Because he wanted to be the reason of that smile.

But he wasn't, and that made him furious. And acting out of anger was always something he regretted the moment the anger faded out of his system.

Taehyung has spotted him and approached him shyly, tapping onto his arm with doe eyes and a timid expression on his face. The makeup and cute outfit wasn't helping Jungkook's situation either and he knew he shouldn't be mean to Taehyung but he couldn't help it. His pride, more importantly his heart, was broken and so he was being an asshole again when all he wanted was to pull Taehyung into his arms and kiss him senseless.

Call him hypocritical but Jungkook was a stupid man, and in love on top of that. His big old brain went all pudding whenever he saw Taehyung's pretty puppy eyes or the gorgeous pout he wished to kiss away and being a panicked gay in love, Jungkook sometimes did things he wouldn't do.

Jungkook yanked his arm away from Taehyung's hold and the pretty male looked so hurt that Jungkook regretted his movement. But then he saw Jihan looking over to them, worried, and this fucking Chris bastard was also lingering nearby, and his jealousy got the best out of him again.

"Jungkook, why are you acting this way? Please, I'm sorry but you didn't even let me explain--", Taehyung started, voice so tiny and shy, he didn't behave like his usual snappy self, he looked so insecure and it was all Jungkook's fault. Jungkook hated himself more in this moment than he ever did. His rage was like a beast, destroying everything on its way out.

"Am I a joke to you, Taehyung?! Do you like making fun of me so bad?? I confessed my feelings yesterday and now you have two new boys running around you? I don't need this", Jungkook grit out, tears threatening to fall down because he felt stupid to get his hopes up high, not when Taehyung was so gorgeous and had guys lining up to date him, not when Jungkook was his hated enemy who unfortunately developed feelings for the ethereal beauty.

"Jungkook, wait, I want to talk--!", Taehyung called out, hurt lacing in his voice. Jungkook didn't want to hear his rejection that would come kind off of his lips, of course it would be even if they were bickering but Taehyung was not someone to be incredibly rude, snappy yes, but he never went far below the waistline. Jungkook wished he did, wait, no that's not the point.

"There's nothing to talk about, Taehyung. Not anymore", Jungkook said pained, getting out of Taehyung's grip and stalking away. He was out of distance, leaving the poor little puppy broken behind, staring sadly after Jungkook. Why was life so complicated? And why weren't they able to communicate properly with each other?

"B-but I love you... I can't lose you...", Taehyung whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek, creating a trail in his pretty blush and showcasing his raw insides. Taehyung didn't want to fight against his feelings anymore, he wanted to make up with Jungkook and talk with him. Hopefully becoming his lover, too.

But Jungkook didn't seem to want to talk, maybe this was all a trick to hurt him all along and act like he was in love with Taehyung only to laugh at his face. Maybe Taehyung was stupid enough to see signs where they weren't any.

"Tae? Sweetheart, are you okay?", there was a voice, close to Taehyung. A hand, maybe, lingering over his shoulder. A face moved into Taehyung's vision, concern drawn onto it. Taehyung didn't answer because if he was to open his mouth, he was certain sobs would come out. So he shook his head, apathetically.

It was Chris, Taehyung now realized but he paid the man to his side no mind. He didn't care, if he was honest. He cared for Jungkook but Jungkook didn't seem to care for him. Oh no, the tears were coming. "E-excuse me please, C-Chris", Taehyung gasped, already wiping over his eyes to hide the betraying tears running down his face.

He ran, because he was afraid of his reaction and because of his broken heart. The actor knew it was unprofessional to leave like that, since he had a scene to play and it was also the second time this happened now, but how can one expect you to pretend you are happy when you're heartbroken, suffering every second of breathing and being afraid to break down any minute?

Chris watched Taehyung running away, shoulders already trembling from his forced sobs and he clenched his fists, wondering worried what has happened to the beautiful male and who he had to kill in order to ensure Taehyung's gorgeous smile once more. Taewha-- Taehyung should always be happy and this broken look on his face, tears running down his blushed cheeks, was enough for Chris to be angry.

He has seen Jungkook walking away from Taehyung's direction, not meaning to stalk the boy or anything, he preferred to say he was keeping an eye on the beauty, for safety reasons. Not that someone would dare to talk to Taehyung who didn't deserve it.

"Poor little angel, you don't deserve this. Forget about him already", Chris mumbled to himself, unaware of the eyes watching him carefully. "And be mine, instead."

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This actually hurt when I wrote this, they are so complicated ahh but the drama will be worth it, I promise (once again)

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