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FOURTEEN| Tested

Author's note: Here we go! This may be my last update on any of my books before college starts so... wish me luck!

It was quite clear to see that the relationship you and Jungkook had was... more than anyone was admitting to. Through all of the laughs shared and playful tussles, there were even more looks of longing and lurching hearts as attempts to engage any sort of touch were made. Why? You didn't know. Jungkook did, and it was killing him slowly and keeping him up at night.

Jungkook was suffering because of you. He suffered every time he looked at you and every time his heart neared levels of combustion. He suffered when you got closer in order to hear him over the chatter of the lunch room and he suffered when he heard you laugh. 

He did his best to hide it, but sometimes it would be too much for him and he would have to retreat to the bathroom to splash water on his red face. Sam laughed at him, but to Jungkook his overwhelming emotions were starting to become less and less a joke. His fear of turning the relationship he loved so much between you awkward kept him away just enough so that no damage was done and you could continue to walk to school with him every morning and walk back... as friends. 

Of course, what did you know? It wasn't like you had experience in the area of friendship OR... more... before Jungkook, so when you fought around and laughed uncontrollably in each others rooms after school before eventually lacing fingers and searching each others eyes, how were you supposed to know the difference?

What you did notice was how natural touch between the two of you had been becoming. You had held hands before, but according to Sam, it was almost sickeningly sweet to see the two of you interact these days. 

"I don't understand how it's physically possible for two people to act so gross and just be friends. You do know how weird it is, right?" He would accuse; pulling dreamy eyed Jungkook to the side after watching him hold your hands while smiling at you as you as you faced him and continued to shy under his gaze while telling him a story about your embarrassing parents during lunch. Every time you ducked lightly and blushed he would bring his head lower to meet your eyes from under your hair and hold your hands a little tighter; handsome face pulled in a constant smile as he willed you to continue. 

Of course Jungkook knew it was weird. You in a way knew this also but... it wasn't like either of you were going to stop. You acted like he irritated you but in reality you secretly loved when he would get a little bold and initiate contact. Even him pinching your arm and tickling you were OK with you these days as it always led to a sort of combat situation that involved a full on war when you would jab at him back and laugh together.

You were so in love with the friendship you had with him that it in itself drowned out every other thought you could of had regarding the issue. The sort of bond you had created over the last half year with him was beginning to be all you needed as you had never been happier. However... this friendship that you loved so much was, unknown to both of you, about to be tested; and neither of you ever could have prepared for the storm that ended the innocent bliss of the norm between you.

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Sam was pointedly grimacing and giving disgusted looks at the two of you. 

You had been trying to throw miscellaneous pieces of food into Jungkook's mouth from afar in a sort of game, but he had proven to be much too talented at the simple boredom buster so you were now just straight up feeding him nonchalantly as the two of you seemed to be discussing a drama. 

"Hey. HEY!" Sam called, trying to get either of your attention. It hadn't worked as you were much too focused on spooning your mom's homemade soup into Jungkook's mouth as he spoke. You had had the soup for dinner so hadn't really wanted a whole lot of it for lunch while Jungkook was always down to eat anything so had asked if he could have it. Every once in awhile he would talk too fast and mess up words. You would give him a look and tap his lips with the spoon to get him to slow down, he smirking and doing as you said as he leaned his elbow on the table and completely blocked out Sam to face you.