THE FIRST WAVE OF A TSUNAMI

(HOSEOK'S POV)

The green old sofas are not in the living room anymore, instead, there're two white, one facing the big new TV and the other one to the left side, across the window.

"Wow, what happened?" I ask, letting my bags of clothes on the floor.

"Where were you?" Namjoon asks me, arms crossed. He doesn't look mad, but he has a slight frown.

"Shopping. I've my needs and stress relivers."

I grab my bags and go to my room to place them on the bed and before coming back to the living room.

"We've to change the furniture as well," I sit next to Taehyung, admiring the TV in front of me for a few seconds. "Buy some pillows for the sofas and maybe we can get an armchair to make everything perfect."

"You want to buy a lot of things." Namjoon chuckles. "I'm going to check on Jin again, he has been sleeping for so long now." He gives us a small smile.

"Can we open the TV?" Yoongi says, walking towards us from the hallway while looking at his phone. He's probably chatting with that guy.

"I want to be here, we need to set it before."

"We're not dumb." Yoongi walks past Namjoon, without glancing at him.

He sits next to me. I shift, getting near Taehyung and grabbing his hand as my own comfort. Yoongi's presense still makes me uncomfortable.

"Whatever." Namjoon rolls his eyes and walks away, letting us in — an uncomfortable — silence.

(NAMJOON'S POV)

I smile as Seokjin opens the door, but it fells imediatly as I see his red puffy eyes and messy hair. His eyelashes are still wet.

"Seokjinie," I hug him, not too hard, as I feel I can break him. "Are you feeling okay, baby? Do you need anything?" I've more questions, but I may saturate him and it won't be any help.

He nods. "I'm okay." His voice cracks at the end. He's definitely not okay.

"Did you had a nightmare?" I embrace his little waist.

He looks at the floor and nods. It breaks me seeing him like this, he looks so indefense and small.

I cup his cheeks and kiss his forhead. "Let me cook you something. You must be starving."

He shakes his head.

I pay close attention to his face and the way his acting, he looks more depressed than scared. I wonder if something happened while he was sleeping, or while he wasn't.

"Do you want to talk about it, babe?" I put him close to me, burying my fingers in his hair.

He shakes his head.

"Do you want to take a hot bath?"

He nods.

I grab his hand, leading him to the end of the hallway. Seokjin looks around for a few seconds, as if he had never been in the bathroom before.

"I'll prepare the bathtub, you can wait here." I lift him and place him on the marbled next to the sink.

He gives me a small smile and I kiss his nose.

"This will make you feel better."

I wait for the fill the tub until the water is warm enough. I don't feel his eyes on me while I watch the water falling. He always looks at me when I'm doing something and he has to wait and, if he's feeling clingy, he hugs me from behind, placing kisses on the back of my neck.

I turn around and he's looking at his lap, biting his lower lip. I want to ask him what's going on, I want to hug him and kiss him until all his nightmares go away. I want to make him feel better.

"It's ready." I say, walking towards him.

He gets off and takes off his shirt, throwing it to the floor. "Can you leave, please? I want to be alone." He says. His voice sounds weak and his head's low. I stay still for a few moments, suppressing the desire I have to hug him.

"If that's what you want." I say, nodding. But I don't really want to leave.

He nods.

I place a quick kiss on his forehead and walk towards the door. As I place my hand on the knob, he puts a hand on my shoulder and I turn to look at him hoping he had changed his mind.

I don't have time to react when he cups my cheeks and peck my lips. But I kiss him, resting my hands on his hips, putting him closer. I bit his lower lip and he opens his mouth. I caress his tongue, mine on top of his. I start walking towards the tub until he sits on the wooden surface. I move my hands, caressing slowly his abs, and he lets out a soft moan. I caress his back and his hair, deepening the kiss before pulling away. I rest my forehead on his while we catch our breath.

"I love you." I say.

He nods and put one hand on the back of my head, while he tries to take off his pants with the other, looking desperate.

I smirk. "Let me help you."

I take off his pants, throwing them behind me. He takes off my shirt and I peck his lips. "Do you really want to do this here?"

He nods eagerly. "We've never had sex in a bathtub before, hadn't we?"

When we've our boxes off, he makes grabby hands and I lift him, he hugs my waist with his legs, securely.

The water it's not as warm as it was before, but it's not cold either. I place him with care under me. His arms are already around my neck and place mine in his waist.

"Are you comfortable?"

He nods and kiss me, but this time not eagerly. Our kiss is passionate but slow and I can feel him trembling. "Are you cold?"

He shakes his head. "I just need to feel you."

I place butterfly kisses on his neck, making lovely marks here and there. I caress my hand from his waist to his thigh, near his entrance. I tease his hole for a few seconds before pushing one finger in. I can feel his walls squeezing around it and soft whimpers leaving from his lips. Soon after, I've my three fingers teasing his prostate from time to time.

My kisses on his neck never stopped and when I feel he's ready, I move away. Looking at his pink cheeks. "Are you ready?" He nods.

"Please."

As I enter him, he pulls me to a another kiss, but not lustful as I had expected. I was sure he wanted angry sex minutes ago, but now I doubt it, so I take my time, not trusting nor too hard nor too faster.

His cute moans make it hard, but I won't go hard on him if he doesn't want it, though I've a mental note to do it some day. I also feel sorry for the boy, there's no way they don't hear my precious Jinnie.

"J-Joon, fa-faster." He moans, holding himself in the both sides of the bath. Water's splashing and falling with each thrust. Jin isn't the only thing I'll have to take care after this.

"As you wish, my Prince." I smirk, tightening my grip.

He embraces me, clawing my back when I hit his sweet spot. "Jo-Jonie, th-there. Plea-please, r-right there." He moans.

Every trust hits directly his prostate. "I-'m cu-cuming."

"Me too." I groan. "Let's cum together, my love."

He lets out a high cry, hiding his face in my neck. I feel the sticky fluid in my stomach mixed with the water and I cum right after, inside him.

I breath promptly, resting my head on his shoulder. "Definitely, we've to do it again." I say out of breath. I pull away, I need a shower right now. The sex was good, but it's disgusting being around cum.

"Baby, c'mon, let's take a shower." I don't see him, but I feel his head nodding. I look at him and he has tears streaming down his face, I kiss them away. "Did you enjoy it as much as I did?" I smirk. Seokjin always lets out tears of pleasure.

"Yes." He pecks my lips. "Shall we go to the shower?"

(HOSEOK'S POV)

Once we ate dinner, Taehyung told me he and Yoongi are going to make a video call with Charles and he asked me if I wanted to join. I don't. I don't want to see him and I don't want to know anything about him. He believes he knows everything and he has more rights to be with Yoongi than I have. I'm Yoongi's vitamin, not him. I'm the person Yoongi needs the most, not him. But I can't help myself to compare. I don't want him to be better than me. I don't want Yoongi to believe he's better than me.

"Yeah, it would be nice, I'm getting bored in here."

"Nice!" He says. I nod, forcing a smile in my face.

"He will call me any minute, come to my room." Yoongi says. He gets in, keeping the door open. Taehyung gets in first and I close the door, tightening my grip on the knock. I don't want to be here, but I don't want to get awkward with the guys. I don't have any reason to deny it. Actually, I do. Besides, Charles and I aren't on the best terms. This is going to be awkward.

"Hi Charles," Yoongi smiles into the phone. "Today Taehyung and Hobi are joining. You don't mind, right?"

"Of course not, the more the merrier!" He chuckles.

Taehyung gets closer to Yoongi, waving at the phone. "I'm Taehyung! We didn't have the opportunity to meet officially before. Did Yoongi hyung talk about me?" I know Taehyung pupils are dilating due to his excitement.

Charles chuckles, softly. "Yeah, he mentioned you before. How you doin' man?"

"Have been better." He shrugs.

"Where's Jung?" I raise an eyebrow, I thought he hated me.

"Uh, here." I say, sitting behind them.

He chuckles. It doesn't seem fake.

"Sorry, man. I've been a jerk to you." I nod, at least he's honest. "But you and Yoongi have a special connection, I can feel it. I was kind of jealous, not gonna lie." I'm the only one who should be jealous here. "But it's all in the past, I know you're just best friends. Or at least I think so."

Yoongi nods. "I've told you already he's very special to me. He's like my little brother."

I nod, scratching my hair. I look at Yoongi for a second on the screen and his biting the inside of his cheek.

Charles right, our bond is different. We don't have it with anyone else, and it makes us feel special towards each other. Too special, sometimes.

"Don't you know how it feels to have a soulmate?" I can see through the screen Taehyung's raised eyebrows and his round open mouth shape.

"We aren't soulmates."

But he ignores me. "Do you have best friends?" Taehyung doesn't look away from the screen.

"Yeah. But my group isn't as yours. To be honest, I always wanted the kind of friendship you've, guys." I blink. I didn't know that.

Yoongi's in awe and Taehyung smiles. "You're invited anytime when we're back," Hell no. "Right, Hobi?"

"Yeah. Anytime."

"As long as you don't fuck Yoongi in front of us. . ." Taehyung says, raising his hands.

Yoongi smirks and Charles laughs, his phone drops to the floor and the screen turns black. I can only hear Charles laugh. I don't understand what's funny. I look at Yoongi, he was staring at the screen waiting for Charles to collect himself and grab the phone, a smile on his face. My heart starts beating faster, but this time it's not for the sexual conversation. Yoongi may really like Charles, they can start dating sooner than I expected. Maybe tomorrow, or when we're back. I shake my head.

I can't let it happen.

I can't see Yoogi with another person.

I run towards the door. "Hoseok?" Yoongi asks, but I lock myself in my room.

It takes me a few seconds to breath normal again and push away the desire to cry. I won't cry for it. I won't cry for him. I may be confused and overwhelmed with everything that had happened.

I fall asleep thinking about what more excuses my brain is able to make to not accept that I like Yoongi and that I'm jealous of Charles. I don't want Yoongi to date anyone else but me. I close my fists even more, I don't know when I started having feelings for Yoongi. It all has come to me like the first wave of a tsunami.

(JUNGKOOK'S POV)

I locked myself in the room this morning and I just got out to go to the bathroom or eat something.

Taehyung doesn't want to be near me and I'm not dumb, I can feel his hate towards me. He doesn't like what happened, me neither. I should have never kissed Jimin and I regret it more and more every day.

I need to talk to Jimin, though. I don't know what Taehyung meant when he said Jimin have feelings for me. It can't be romantic feelings and I don't believe Jimin is attracted to me. Everyone says I'm handsome and I see that I'm not ugly, but having a person as special and amazing as Taehyung is, I don't understand what he sees in me. You can't compare me with Taehyung. He wins at everything. He's the most special person I've ever met and I miss spending time and playing with him.

I shake my head and sniff a few times. I open the door and walk to Jimin's door. I knock and he appears after a few seconds, his eyes are full open and his hair is less messy than this morning.

"Hi." I stay awkwardly in the door frame and Jimin gives me a smile, not reaching his eyes.

"Come in." He says.

I let out an inaudible sigh.

"Do you wanna to talk?" He sits on the bed and I sit in front of him, with my legs crossed.

"Yeah."

"Is it about the kiss or about Taehyung's behaviour?"

I bit my lower lip and shake my head.

"What do you wanna talk about?" He pulls away my hair to both sides from my eyes and I look at him. It could be true, after all.

"I want to talk about something Taehyung told me when we talked." I play with my fingers, I don't want to cause more trouble and lose him, too. I already messed up badly with Taehyung, I don't want him to hate me.

"He was too mean to you?" He frowns.

I quickly shake my head. Taehyung's still an angel. "He said something about you." I clarify.

"About me? Was it bad?" His eyes radiate sadness.

"I don't know," I take a deep breath. "Taehyung told me he heard you talking with Namjoon. He said you said you have feelings for me, hyung. I wanted to know if it's true and since when do you feel it." I bit my lower lip but Jimin doesn't say anything, but he doesn't look away. "I don't believe it, actually. I don't believe you can have feelings for me. You were- are dating Taehyung. He's amazing. I'm nothing compared to him. He's funny, special, unique, cute, adorable-"

"Stop." Jimin says.

I shut up instantaneously. I look at my fingers, holding my tears. I knew I would mess up again. I've never learnt.

"Jungkook, don't say that."

"I'm sorry. I promise I won't talk about Taehyung anymore, I'm going to stop talking to you too, and-." He puts his hands on my shoulders, I look at him and I feel a few tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Don't say you're nothing, Jungkook. You're amazing, don't you see that?" I shrug. "You shouldn't compare yourself to Taehyung, you're also unique in your own way."

"Then it's true?" I sniff. He doesn't say anything and keeps staring at me, until I look down again.

We spend a few minutes in silence. I don't look at him, but I still can notice his eyes on me. I doubt if I should look again, but I'm scared to see his reaction. I feel like running, hiding myself under the covers without anyone around me to judge me or remind me how bad I made them feel.

"It's kind of. . . true." He finally says. I suddenly look at him. My eyes are open with a big frown. He can't have feelings for me. He can't, he's supposed to like and love Taehyung. Only Taehyung.

"I did feel something in the kiss, Jungkook. I didn't only push you away because I was surprised, I felt something and I'm not gonna lie to you, I want to feel it again. But don't get me wrong, I love Taehyung, my feelings for him didn't change. I miss him every second of every minute of every hour of every day. But I've feel something new I've never felt towards you, and I'm scared."

"Do you really mean that, hyung?" I don't blink, afraid I'm going to miss and important reaction. "Why are you scared?"

He lets go of my shoulders. "Taehyung and I were supposed to love each other and be together forever. But then you arrived and," He passes his hands through his hair. "I feel attracted to you. I want to kiss you again and look closely all your details that make you feel special. I want to get to know you more, and spend time with you. Play games, go for a night walk, train and fly together. I want to really get to know you more, Kookie." He says, quickly.

I blink as fast as my body allows me. I struggle to process and understand all he said. Does that mean he likes me? Does he like me the way I like him?

"Do you really mean it?" I can't say anything else. I can't find the correct words. I would never think he would like me back. I'd never thought I would be in this mess. A mess that I created for my own needs.

"Every single word."

"But-"

"But we can't. I can't do this to Taehyung. It would make some sense if I didn't like him anymore, but I'm still in love with him, I still love him and I can't imagine my life without him."

I feel a wave of courage running in my blood. "Jimin, do you like me?"

He bites his lips and looks away, "Yes," He whispers. "I know I like you both, but Taehyung doesn't. I know I can't take another risk, I'm going to lose Taehyung and I don't want that. I need to take care of my baby. He's still my baby bear. He'll always be my baby bear."

I remove his tears with my fingers. "Don't cry hyung, he's going to forgive you. You're going to be together again, you'll see."

"What about you? What about our friendship? Do you really don't mind if I date Taehyung again? I thought. . . you like us."

"And I do," But I quickly shake my head. "Don't worry about me, I'm okay. I only want to see you happy with Taehyung. I want to be able to be around you and spend time with you. That's a lot and enough for me. I don't need more, I promise. I only want to be able to enjoy your company. I may like you, but first we were friends. Friendships matter, Jimin. I don't want to ruin your relationship, it had never been my intention."

"You're the only angel in this room, Kookie." He hugs me, laying his head on my chest. I can feel his tears, while mines get lost in his hair.

We hug each other, crying silently. I caress his back, trying to calm both of us down. My head is buried in his hair, his fresh lemon scent fills up my lungs. They both are treasuries and they belong together. They need to be together.

Jimin pulls away, sniffing. "Sorry for that." He says, looking at the wet spot in my shirt.

"I don't mind, we're friends." I smile, showing my teeth. I know he likes my bunny smile. Taehyung likes it, too. Or he used to.

"Yeah. Friends." He whispers.

We don't say anything else and I take it as a sign to go back to my room.

"Can I ask you now a question?" Jimin says.

I turn around, he has his legs up to his chest, looking at me, but I can't identify what he's thinking. I sit again, the blankets are still warm under me.

"Anything."

"Can I kiss you?" He whispers. I gulp and my body freeze.

"Wha- What?"

"Can I kiss you?" He asks again, leaning closer.

I shake my head. "No, Taehyung is still your boyfriend, that's cheating." I'm not still sure how this works, but even if he's also polyamorous, it should count as it. Taehyung doesn't know anything and we don't have his approval, we'll never have it.

"I know. But I feel I've to kiss you. Just one last time." He pleads.

"No, hyung. It's better if we end up our conversation here. Tomorrow will be a bright new day and you're going to regret it, and you're going to feel bad every time you see Taehyung. Believe me, I know the feeling."

"Please." He whispers. He leans near and our noses are only a few centimetres apart. At this point I doubt he's listening to me.

I want to kiss him as well, but I know I shouldn't and it's wrong. I can't make the same mistake again. I look at his plump pink lips and I feel myself getting deeper into the magical trance and it makes me lean closer.

Our noses are touching, but our lips aren't. He gives me slowly eskimo kisses and I close my eyes at the feeling. I'm able to catch my breath, feeling some of the tension in my muscles getting away.

"You're right, we shouldn't do this."

I open my eyes, but, unlike me, he's clenching his jaw, his eyes closed. I can notice all the stress he has been carrying these past few days. I pull away, just to cup his cheeks and place a kiss on his forehead.

"We're friends, Jimin." I smile. "You need some sleep, so do I."

He nods, but he doesn't open his eyes. "Yeah, sorry."

"Wait until tomorrow, you're going to feel better."

I cover his angelical body with the sheets and the warm blankets, making sure he's going to be warm all night.

"Good night, Kookie. And thanks." He says.

I stare at his sleeping figure for a few seconds. "Good night, Jimin. Sweet dreams." He hums and shows a small smile, his eyes are already closed.

I lay down on my own bed, if we're lucky, everything is going to be as it was before. If we're lucky, I'll be able to admire their relationship from afar.