And so, the work day continued for the two of them; Jungkook was told he looked tired and sickly meanwhile Taehyung was praised a hero; awarded for his win and patted on the back with a party hat put on his head.

Jungkook could hear the cheers from down the hall, it made him sick that a person like him was cheered for; clearly Jungkook’s view had changed after his conversation with Jin yesterday. It made Jungkook happy to talk to Jin, having worked with Jin not too far back and having worked out a breakup maturely; Jungkook kept a positive outlook on him. Jin was someone whom of which Jungkook felt extremely close to, they gave each other themselves entirely and swore to take a bullet for each other.

However, Jungkook was doing that for Tae too- however Tae was giving absolutely nothing back in exchange and it couldn’t help but make Jungkook question just what Tae’s intentions were. Right then and there, in that moment, Jungkook began formulating questions and hypothetical answers.

What if he’s using me? What if he’s just stuck in a rut? Is there someone else? He’d never cheat on me, he loves me too much to cheat and his love is too real to just be using me! What if he’s doing this to expose me? He’s lived next to me for a while now, he could’ve done it by now if he really wanted t-

“Jungkook! I brought you something!”

Jungkook’s eyes darted up to look at the individual standing in his office- Taehyung.

“They bought me cake and I thought you’d want a piece, you’re not allergic to anything, right?” Taehyung gave Jungkook a toothy grin “You look kinda dull, everything alright?”

Jungkook shivered, snapping himself out of his thoughts “Yea, I’m fine. Congrats on wining,” Jungkook took the cake from Tae, quickly shoving a fork full in his mouth “Wish you would’ve told me though when you came back” Jungkook put a hand over his mouth as he chewed

“Baby, chew then talk, yknow I despise that,” Taehyung stepped forward and wiped a crumb off the corner of Jungkook’s mouth “But I’m sorry, I totally forgot to mention that, I was just so overcome with happiness to see you. Also, there’s a mark on your neck, did something happen? It’s like a handprint?”

Jungkook give Tae a glare “You’re really asking me that?”

“Oh - sorry about that” Taehyung scratched the back of his neck “I was a bit rough”

Taehyung felt his ears and cheeks heat up, he hadn’t realized he was that rough; nor had he realized how Hoseok’s actions had rubbed off on him in one night. He couldn't help but feel bad but at the same was he really here to the boy happy and keep him happy? No.

“you think?” Jungkook mumbled, shoving more cake into his mouth

“You’re sure you’re ok? I hope what I did last night didn’t upset you or anything, you just seem to be distancing yourself a bit” Taehyung sighed, looking down at his feet and shifting them awkwardly

“I swear, I’m fine” Jungkook laughed and shook his head “honestly, I wouldn’t lie to you” standing up, Jungkook made his way over to Tae, looking around nervously before planting a small kiss on his lips; his hand gently cupping his cheek.

Taehyung smiled against the boys lips, thoughts racing between he’s all mine and he’s wrapped around my finger. Conflicts were becoming evident to him, almost forcing him to pull back and wipe his mouth clean, and dropping his head.

“I don’t want to hurt you, so I must excuse myself, I’ll see you at home”

“You can’t keep walking away like this…” Jungkook grabbed Tae’s arm, pulling him back “tell me what’s wrong”

“watch me walk away. They’re gonna be looking for me back at work, I have to leave. Like I said. I’ll see you at home” tearing his arm loose from the boy’s grasp, Tae walked out. Leaving Jungkook to stand there dumbfounded, he couldn’t help but feel he did himself and Hoseok right.

Jungkook sighed and watched as Taehyung sauntered out of his office, passing by the garbage can on his way out and ripping off the hat angrily, growling under his breath. Jungkook sat back down at his desk and looked at the half-eaten piece of cake, swiping the last dollop of frosting onto his finger before tossing the whole thing away.

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