Jimin, Hoseok and Dawon are already on the field, digging into their lunches when Jungkook joins them, looking downcast.
"What's wrong, Jungkook? And where's Y/N?" Dawon asks.
He gives her an annoyed look and says in a low voice, "Our friendship just got cancelled. She got angry at me for wanting to know the weirdo's secrets. She legit refuses to tell me anything." He takes a bite of his sandwich. "You can't believe what she had the audacity to tell me."
"What?"
"She... She wants him to stay with us. Join our group, I mean. She wants us to become friends with him."
Dawon bursts out laughing. "You can't be serious! I'm not buying it."
Jungkook sighed. "It's true. She had nothing but praise for him. And what do I get? What do we get? We're her friends yet she chose him. Can this day get any worse?"
Just then, they see you walking through the door. They're about to wave and yell your name, but then they see Taehyung holding your hand and swinging it to and fro, while you're laughing so hard that you just had to rest your head on his shoulder.
Jimin looks at the bright smile plastered on your face. "What the hell is wrong with my cousin? Did he drug her or something?"
They watch, heartbroken, as you settle down at his Loner Spot, unlike your laughing, which only increases to the point you are both breathless.
"Did she really straight up tell you she prefers him over us?" Hoseok can't believe his ears.
Jungkook nods. "She did; and I quote – 'You can forget about me'. Why do I do everything wrong?" He can't stop staring at you and Tae from across the field. He felt so hurt. If looks could kill, he would be shooting lasers at Taehyung.
"Jungkook, you're trying too hard," Dawon says. "You can't possibly believe that you would win her heart by giving her that dare, right? Why the fuck would you even think so?"
"I don't know, I just... I thought she would tell me everything about him, and we could... bond over it? Like... like making jokes and stuff? I don't know," He clicked his tongue. "I feel so dumb right now."
"You are," Dawon continues, "He's stealing your girl and you're just sitting here, watching it happen right before your eyes." She sighed. "I can't believe my best friend has betrayed me for him. She literally refused to answer my texts yesterday. All I asked was how the walk home went."
"Is he actually making her laugh or is she faking it? Guys, look at them," Jimin points.
Your four friends all turn to look at you and Tae, who are still mindlessly laughing without a care in the world. Dawon notices the spark in your eyes and how you lean closer to Tae when he's talking, and that you can't take your eyes off his lips.
She also notices that Tae seemingly can't keep his hands to himself, as he has done nothing but touch your thigh or hold your hands. He's so clingy, she thinks to herself; but she sees your bright, beaming expression, and the way you bite your lip every now and then, and probably realises before you that-
"Y/N likes Taehyung..."
The three boys turn to look at Dawon.
"What?" Jungkook snorts. "You're joking, right? Please tell me you're joking."
"I'm not," She says quietly. "I can see it in her eyes, her body language, her face..."
"What do you mean?" Jungkook is getting irritated. Dawon has just pointed out the thing he feared the most, and what's worse is that she is most probably right.
She stared Jungkook dead in the eyes. "Just look at her. She's acting the way she never acted with you, Jungkook... And dare I say it..." she added, glancing at Hoseok and giving her brother a small smirk.
"...Dawon, don't you dare" He said. Jungkook and Jimin could swear they were passing messages between them telepathically. The looks the siblings were giving each other said enough.
She smiled before turning to Jungkook again. "Y/N is looking at Taehyung the way Hoseok looks at Jimin."
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Short update :3 hope you liked it
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Not Weird, Just Me || Reader X KTH
Teen FictionThat one kid has always been weird. He didn't really have friends, no one even bothered to know his name. After all, who wants to be associated with a 17-year-old boy who brings his plushies to class? You surely don't... Until you are dared to do so...
