Episode 8: Confused Feelings

The music club’s practice was lively as always. The sound of instruments filled the room, blending harmoniously with Jungkook’s powerful vocals. Yet, amidst the music, there was an unspoken tension. Taehyung’s eyes never left Jungkook, his usual smirk replaced with a rare look of vulnerability.

As practice came to an end, Taehyung walked up to Jungkook. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

“Jungkook,” he began, running a hand through his hair nervously, “can I talk to you? Alone?”

Jungkook blinked in surprise but nodded. The two stepped out onto the quiet rooftop, the city skyline visible in the distance.

Taehyung leaned against the railing, avoiding Jungkook’s gaze. “You know,” he started, “when I first met you, I thought you were just another guy. Quiet, reserved, nothing too special.” He chuckled lightly. “But I was wrong. You’re... different.”

Jungkook tilted his head, unsure where this was going. “What are you trying to say, Taehyung?”

Taking a deep breath, Taehyung finally turned to face him. “I like you, Jungkook. I think I’ve liked you for a while now.”

The words hung in the air, and Jungkook felt his heart race. He looked at Taehyung, trying to process what he’d just heard.

“I…” Jungkook stammered, looking down. “I don’t know what to say. This is… sudden.”

Taehyung smiled softly, masking the nervousness he felt. “It’s okay. You don’t have to answer me right away. I just wanted you to know.”

Jungkook nodded slowly, feeling a mix of emotions he couldn’t quite understand.

Meanwhile, in the club room, Jimin sat quietly, watching Jungkook and Taehyung leave together. A pang of jealousy stirred within him, though he tried to brush it off.

“You’ve been staring at Jungkook a lot lately,” Jin’s voice broke through his thoughts. The class president leaned on the table, his usual warm smile tinged with curiosity.

“I haven’t,” Jimin said quickly, but his flushed face gave him away.

Yoongi, who had been tuning his guitar, smirked. “You’re terrible at lying, Jimin. You’ve got a thing for him, don’t you?”

Jimin fidgeted, feeling awkward under Yoongi’s scrutiny. “What if I do?” he muttered, barely audible.

Jin’s smile softened as he patted Jimin’s shoulder. “There’s nothing wrong with that, but you need to be honest with yourself. If you like him, you have to figure out how you feel and what you’re going to do about it.”

Jimin sighed, his gaze dropping to the floor. “But what’s the point? Taehyung’s always around him, and they seem... close.”

Yoongi, usually uninterested in others’ romantic dilemmas, surprisingly chimed in. “Feelings are messy, Jimin. But running away from them won’t make it any easier. Besides, Jungkook’s his own person. He’ll decide who he wants to be with.”

The advice made sense, but it didn’t make Jimin feel any better. He wasn’t close to Yoongi, and the bluntness of his words only added to the awkwardness. Still, he appreciated Jin’s comforting presence.

As the conversation wrapped up, Yoongi lingered by the door. He had been unusually quiet all practice, and the tension he felt toward Jimin lingered. Yoongi hadn’t realized it until now, but the way Jimin had been acting recently was making him feel... something.

He watched Jimin leave the room after the conversation, his mind turning over what had just happened.

Yoongi had never been one to easily admit his feelings, but something about Jimin made him feel vulnerable. There was a warmth to him that Yoongi couldn’t quite ignore. It was only when Jimin turned back to glance at him before leaving that he realized just how much his feelings for him had grown.

As Jungkook and Taehyung returned from the rooftop, Jimin quickly excused himself, not wanting to linger. He walked down the hall, his mind racing with everything that had happened.

Jin and Yoongi exchanged a knowing look as they packed up their instruments.

“Think he’ll tell Jungkook?” Jin asked.

Yoongi shrugged. “Who knows? But if he doesn’t, he might regret it.”

Yoongi glanced toward the door where Jimin had disappeared. “Maybe I should talk to him about it. Clear things up.”

Jin raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want to do that? You’re not exactly a smooth talker.”

Yoongi shot Jin a look. “I’m not trying to be smooth, Jin. Just honest.”

Later that evening, Taehyung sat in his room, replaying the rooftop scene in his mind. Despite Jungkook’s lack of an answer, he couldn’t help but feel hopeful.

But something gnawed at him—an uneasiness he couldn’t shake. Was this really what he wanted? Was this just a game for him, or did he actually care about Jungkook?

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Jungkook had been different from anyone else he had ever tried to manipulate. His presence was unsettling in ways Taehyung hadn’t anticipated.

Still, he couldn’t back down. He had his plan, and he intended to follow it. But a small part of him felt uncertain, unsure whether his feelings were driven by desire or something deeper.

Back in his small yet luxurious apartment, Jungkook sat on his bed, staring at his phone. Taehyung’s confession played over and over in his mind. It made his heart race, but it also confused him.

Why did Taehyung’s words affect him so much? And why did he feel a twinge of guilt every time he thought about Jimin?

As he lay down, Jungkook couldn’t shake the feeling that his life was becoming more complicated by the day.

That evening, as Jungkook’s phone buzzed with another notification, he saw a message from the family. It was an invitation to a formal gathering—a family event he had been avoiding for months.

He stared at the message for a long time. The reminder of his family’s power, wealth, and expectations weighed heavily on him. He had kept his distance for years, choosing to live quietly away from the lavish lifestyle they insisted upon.

But now, with his secret slowly unraveling, Jungkook couldn’t avoid it anymore.

With a sigh, he typed a quick reply: “I’ll be there.”

Meanwhile, Taehyung, who had been walking past Jungkook’s apartment building on his way home, paused when he saw several black luxury cars parked outside. He recognized the distinctive emblem on one of them.

“Jeon clan…” he whispered to himself.

He knew that name. The Jeon family was one of the wealthiest and most influential in the country. But what was Jungkook’s connection to them?

As Taehyung stood in the shadows, watching the scene unfold, he began to piece things together. His curiosity about Jungkook’s true identity had reached a boiling point.

"Young Master Jeon," he heard one of the staff members murmur as they opened the door to the building.

Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat. Was Jungkook really... one of them?

As the luxury cars drove away, Taehyung stood in the darkness, deep in thought. His plans had just become much more complicated.

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