Threads of fate

As the days went by, Jungkook’s feelings for Jin didn’t fade. In fact, they only grew stronger, and the more time he spent around Jin, the more complicated things became. Despite the warmth and connection they shared, Jungkook couldn’t shake the fact that his feelings for Jin had evolved into something deeper, something beyond friendship or the comfortable bond they had.

Unable to reconcile his emotions, Jungkook started pulling away. He spent less and less time in Jin and Suga’s room, retreating to his own space in the dorm. He didn’t join the others as often for their late-night talks, and when he did, he was quieter than usual, distant, and lost in his thoughts. Every time he saw Jin, he felt the overwhelming urge to stay close, but at the same time, he wanted to avoid him, terrified of his own feelings.

Jin noticed the change in Jungkook but, respecting his younger member’s space, chose not to push. He’d let Jungkook come to him when he was ready. But as the days passed, it became harder to ignore the subtle distance between them.

The other members, particularly Namjoon and Yoongi, were quick to notice. They weren’t oblivious to the growing tension, and as much as they enjoyed teasing Jungkook about his secretive nature, it was clear something deeper was going on.

One evening, as the group settled into the dorm after a busy schedule, Namjoon and Yoongi pulled Jungkook aside, sensing that something was off.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon began, his voice steady yet gentle, “we’ve been noticing you’ve been avoiding Jin lately. Is everything alright?”

Jungkook froze, the question striking him harder than he expected. He’d been doing everything he could to keep his feelings buried, but now, under Namjoon and Yoongi’s knowing gaze, the walls he’d built came crashing down.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and before he could stop himself, they spilled over. “I… I don’t know what to do,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I don’t know what’s happening to me. I don’t know if I’m wrong… about my feelings. But I can’t stop thinking about him. Every time I see him, it just feels different. I like him… more than I should. I don’t want to ruin anything between us, but I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t even know if  jin hyung feels the same way.”

Namjoon and Yoongi exchanged glances, both of them surprised by Jungkook’s sudden confession. They had suspected something was going on but hadn’t anticipated such raw emotion from the youngest member.

Yoongi, ever the calm one, was the first to speak, his voice soft but firm. “Kookie, you’re not wrong for feeling the way you do. It’s natural to have feelings for someone. And those feelings—however complicated they may be—are a part of who you are. There’s no shame in it.”

Namjoon nodded, his hand resting gently on Jungkook’s shoulder. “What you’re feeling is real, Jungkook. It’s not wrong. But what you need to figure out now is what you want to do with those feelings. And if you’re asking us for advice, it’s this: you need to talk to Jin hyung. Don’t let it fester inside you. You owe it to yourself, and to him, to be honest. We’ve all been through moments like this—where we’ve had to face our emotions and be vulnerable. It’s part of growing and understanding who we are.”

Jungkook wiped his tears away, looking up at the two older members. “But what if I ruin everything? What if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if he gets upset? I don’t want to lose him as a friend… or… more.”

Yoongi’s expression softened. “If Jin truly cares about you, no matter what happens, he’ll appreciate your honesty. And even if things get awkward for a while, it’s better than keeping it all bottled up. You can’t live your life constantly second-guessing yourself. You have to face it.”