Kisses were wet and sloppy. Breaths were labored and uneven. The bed beneath them was soft and inviting.

So why couldn't Jungkook get into the right headspace?

He was supposed to want this, right? He knew Seokjin wanted this, and the time seemed right. So why couldn't he do it?

"Hyung, please..." Jungkook pressed a hand to Seokjin's bare chest."Stop..."

Halting his advances immediately, Seokjin was confused. He thought they had both agreed to this, both wanted it."Is something wrong?"

"No. No, nothing's wrong. It's..." Jungkook wanted to lie. He wanted to say something that wouldn't hurt Seokjin, anything but the truth. That wouldn't be right though. A lie would just end up hurting Seokjin more once he would find out the truth."It's me. I, uh...I can't do this."

"You're not ready?" Shifting off of Jungkook and watching him sit up, Seokjin was okay with stopping here and waiting for Jungkook to be ready some other time.

That wasn't going to happen though.

Turning his gaze to the side, Jungkook felt terrible for what he was about to say."No, I mean...Us...I can't do this anymore."

"Wait, are you..." Seokjin was taken by surprise."Are you breaking up with me?"

Tears were already starting to fill his vision, but Jungkook didn't let them fall. He refused to cry when he knew he was the one doing the damage."I'm sorry...I thought I could do this. I know how you feel about me, and I thought I felt the same, but..."

"What are you saying?" The possibilities of what Jungkook might say next ran through Seokjin's head. He knew there wasn't going to be a good outcome; that was obvious.

"When we say we love each other, we mean different things." Jungkook was doing his best to remain calm, but it was becoming increasingly more difficult as he knew what he was about to lose."You love me as a partner. I love you...as a brother." This was, by far, the most painful thing Jungkook had ever needed to say to anyone."I thought it was growing. I thought that love was changing into romantic love, but...when we kiss...when you touch me...It feels wrong."

Those words hit Seokjin like bullets, point blank, right through the heart."If you felt this way, why didn't you say something sooner?" In his mind, this didn't make much sense."We were about to have sex, for fuck's sake. You waited to tell me now, instead of when you first felt like kissing me was wrong?"

"I know. I'm sorry." Jungkook curled his legs to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees."I thought I was misunderstanding the feeling. I never had a relationship before, Hyung. I didn't know how it was supposed to feel. But you're the person I've always felt closest to. I thought that meant going further was what I wanted."

"Get out."

The sound of Seokjin's voice hitting an unfamiliar tone shook Jungkook to his core."Hyung..."

"Just leave." Seokjin couldn't handle this."Please." He loved Jungkook more than anyone or anything. They'd been best friends for most of their lives, and he'd been ecstatic when his feelings of love had been supposedly reciprocated. Now finding out that it wasn't real, Seokjin didn't think he could stay near Jungkook. It hurt too much.

Seeing that Seokjin was entirely serious, Jungkook got off the bed and grabbed his shirt, pulling it back on. At least shirts were the only clothing that had been removed. He wanted to apologize again before leaving, but he knew it wouldn't do any good. So he did as Seokjin wanted. He left.

Their relationship--what was left of it--would probably never mend from this.

And Jungkook only blamed himself.