Taehyung looked at the black haired boy standing by the door, his eyes wide, angry, and wow Taehyung had never seen Jungkook so fucking angry. Jungkook walked into the locker room, fingers twitching. Jimin walked in silently, wanting to know what was up.

"We were wrestling." Sehun blurted out, and Jungkook's eyes went dark, head low.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you??" Jungkook shouted, and Sehun gulped.

"Jungkook I-I-" Sehun began, and Taehyung looked at Jungkook and realized Jungkook was looking at him. Jungkook was talking to him. Sehun looked as well, confused.

"Why the fuck were the two of you kissing?" Jungkook snapped at Taehyyung- who widened his eyes.

"Jungkook, wait- I didn't kiss him! He-" Taehyung began, and Jungkook reached forward and shoved him against the wall.

"You always fucking do this, Taehyung. I trust you one second, and then-"

"Taehyung?" Sehun let out, voice low now. Jimin put his hand over his mouth. "Wait- he's the one dude whose name you moaned while we were having sex??" Sehun snapped.

Taehyung froze. Jungkook turned around, and Taehyung smiled to himself a little. "I-I was?" Taehyung whispered, a little happy by this sudden happening.

"Oh, shut up!" Jungkook snapped. "Why the fuck were you kissing him?"

"I-" Sehun began, and then groaned, covering his face with his hands. "I don't know! I just... I was mad because you-you were totally ignoring me for this guy. And then you moaned some guy's name during sex, Jungkook. I was really fucking pissed but I didn't wanna show it. So- so-"

"So you decided to cheat on me?" Jungkook asked, voice dripping with anger. Sehun gulped, looking down.

"No! I-it just happened! V was here- and then- I don't know. It seemed like he was into it." Sehun mumbled.

"What the fuck? No, the fuck I wasn't. I'm straight, dipshit-" Taehyung began, and Jungkook turned around and Taehyung closed his mouth.

"You shut the fuck up," Jungkook growled, and Taehyung nodded, feeling weirdly intimidated. Jungkook looked at Sehun. "Fuck you."

"Jungkook- listen. I-" Sehun began, wearily. "I didn't mean to. I swear. I just- I was really upset today! You called me a turtle fart, dude. It hurt. You were so touchy with V, but then get scared when I do anything. So- so-"

"Why me, though?" Taehyung mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. "Couldn't you have hit it on Jimin or something? I mean... seems more your type." Taehyung continued, and Jimin had his eyes widened still, a look of disbelief and complete flabbergast on his face. Like bitch he could not believe what the fuck was going on.

Sehun blushed at that. "I-I don't know. Shut up." Sehun said in a small voice, and Jungkook rose his eyebrow.

"You wanted me to top that day, didn't you?" Jungkook said. Taehyung turned around, eyes widening. Upon hearing what Jungkook said, Taehyung had to bite onto his knuckles- to not burst out laughing.

"Shut up," Sehun said quickly, looking away.

"You wanted V to FUCK you!" Jungkook accused, and Sehun blushed harder. "Shut up!!"

"Fuck." Taehyung blurted out, letting out a snicker. Jungkook and Sehun and Jimin looked at him, and Taehyung couldn't control- he doubled over in laughing, clutching his stomach and wheezing onto the floor.

"Sehun we'll talk about this later. Or never. I don't know. Just- get out. Go to practice. I came here because I got you those fucking cookies from the cafeteria. But fuck you." Jungkook grumbled, emotionless. Sehun nodded and rushed out of the locker room, looking embarrassed.

Jimin looked at Taehyung who was clutching the bench and laughing his ass off, practically on the floor now. Jungkook was looking at him with red in his eyes. "I'll go," Jimin said softly, and then walked out.

Jimin felt the two alone, and then instantly took his phone out.

Jimin
bitch i have so much shit i need to tell you

Eka
fuck football practice. behind the girls locker room. 5 mins. i need tea.

Jimin
i have a fucking gallon.

Jungkook looked at Taehyung, who was laughing really hard, clutching onto his jersey. Taehyung looked at Jungkook standing there, a blank expression on his face, and bit his lip, trying to stop giggling.

"I'm sorry. I'm s-sorry- it's just. Fuck. Just. Fucking Sehun. He-" Taehyung started, and then put his hand over his mouth, trying to not laugh.

Jungkook didn't say anything. Taehyung shook his head. "Fuck. It's not funny. Sorry." Taehyung gulped, and then looked at Jungkook.

Jungkook burst out laughing, putting his hand over his mouth.

Taehyung looked at him and widened his eyes, smiling a little and then giggling to. He walked up to Jungkook. "Fuck, Kook- I'm sorry but that's so funny. Your boyfriend literally- he-" Taehyung started, but then moved closer to Jungkook.

He wasn't laughing. He was crying.

"Kook?" Taehyung asked, voice softening. Taehyung pulled his hands off his face, and then lifted his chin up and saw the red in the boy's eyes, tears streaming down his face. "Hey- hey, don't cry over this-"

"Don't-" Jungkook began softly, and Taehyung shook his head. "No no- you shouldn't cry over this! It's stupid! Look, you're so much better than him-"

"Tae, d-don't-" Jungkook hiccuped lightly, trying to pull his wrists out of Taehyung's restraint. Taehyung left them but then gripped his waist, pulling him a bit closer in.

"Kookie," Taehyung said, confused when the boy kept crying. "Let me take you to your room. You need some water- some- some of those cookies you got-"

"T-Taehyung stop-" Jungkook said weakly, and Taehyung looked at him closely, frowning. "What? What happened? I-"

"Stop fucking touching m-me!" Jungkook shouted, pushing Taehyung back roughly and making him stumble back.

Taehyung's eyes widened, looking at Jungkook in confusion, discomposed. Jungkook brought his shaking hands up to his face to wipe his tears away, and Taehyung fish mouthed for a few seconds. He gulped. "S-sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Don't. Just. Please. Don't touch me." Jungkook squeaked out, and Taehyung frowned at him.

"I won't. I-" Taehyung reached forward. "Tell me what's wrong, Kookie. You can't be this upset over something like this, right?" Taehyung said, and then saw the way Jungkook moved back from him.

Taehyung let out a weak chuckle. "Hey- I-I'm not going to hurt you-"

Jungkook flinched when Taehyung moved forward a bit fast, stumbling back and hitting a wall behind him. Jungkook looked scared. Really scared. Taehyung gulped back the lump in his throat and moved away from Jungkook, eyes big.

Taehyung looked at Jungkook for a few seconds. Jungkook stayed silent, eyes wide and gleaming with tears. "W-why is it always you?" Jungkook let out in a pitiful voice, and Taehyung looked.

"Me?" Taehyung asked.

Jungkook shook his head to himself. "You were an asshole to me. You treated me like crap. You were an insensitive piece of shit and never r-realised I had feelings too." Jungkook said, voice drawling, soft, hasty, looking away.

Taehyung tensed. Jungkook bit his lip. "You cuddled me every fucking night for weeks, Taehyung," Jungkook said suddenly, closing his eyes, tears rising beneath closed eyelids. "You c-called me your baby and- and asked m-me to never leave your side," Jungkook said weakly.

Taehyung kept silent. "Only to call me a fucking mistake and tell me I'm the worst thing that happened to you because Jimin found out."

Taehyung looked away, regret and guilt filling his insides. "I-I k-know. I was diff-"

"You got m-mad wen I started flirting with Yugyeom. You got r-riled up- and fuck, fuck it was my fucking fault because I tried to make you jealous. Used Yugyeom to- to make you pay attention to me because I was so fucking into you-" Jungkook breathed deeply, and then bit his lip, voice shaky. "And then you kissed me. You kissed me that night at the barbeque-"

"Jungkook I'm sorry, I-" Taehyung tried.

"I'm not done talking!" Jungkook shouted, and Taehyung moved back, head kept low. Jungkook looked back ahead, eyes going blurry.

"The next d-day. I thought maybe. Maybe I'd get that asshole who fucked with my feelings and only cared about my ass- maybe I'd get him back." Jungkook said, and then began laughing, realizing his own words. "But you asked E-Eka out. Told everyone you really liked her, right V?"

"Don't call me t-that, Jungkook-"

"And then you texted me all winter break and sent me those godforsaken goodnight messages every fucking day, didn't you?" Jungkook said, trembling. "And then school restarted and you went back to treating me like a fucking piece of shit and then you couldn't keep your fucking dick in your pants, could you?!" Jungkook said, louder, anger taking over him.

"And- of course. Of course, after finding that out I realized I wanted you to be fucked over. I wanted to hurt you s-so- so fucking bad, Tae. But then w-what? What happened? Everything became f-fine, didn't it? We came back from t-the championship and you told me you liked me, didn't you Tae?" Jungkook said, walking closer to him.

Taehyung looked down, fists clenched. "You told me you liked me. Do you know how h-happy I was?" Jungkook asked, eyes glistening, tilting his head. Taehyung looked at him, not wanting to look into his brown eyes.

"All my fucking life I've not been given a-any attention by anyone? That for- for once I thought. Damn. Maybe someone cares and w-wants me. Maybe that piece of fucking shit who only cares about fucking people actually wants me-"

"Jungkook-" Taehyung tried, voice meek.

"I t-thought maybe. Maybe after he hurts me a thousand times, maybe after he calls me a mistake a thousand times, maybe after he punches me in the stomach a thousand times-"

"J-Jungkook you know I-I didn't mean to do that-" Taehyung breathed out, feeling his insides growing anxious again.

"Taehyung don't you realize how wrong you are for me?" Jungkook asked, voice parched. "Please. Please just l-let me move on from you. Please." Jungkook said weakly, voice small.

Taehyung gulped. He saw Jungkook close his eyes, looking helpless. "Please. Stop b-being my friend. I'm sorry. I can't have y-you around me. It can n-never work. You're too-" Jungkook began, and then Taehyung saw a tear fall down his eye. "You're t-too much."

"B-but Kookie I want us to be friends-"

"I don't," Jungkook said, shaking. "Please."

Taehyung looked away, gripping his hand tightly. He felt so fucking selfish, so fucking arrogant, so fucking terrible. Jungkook didn't want him to be close, but Taehyung didn't want to let him go.

That whole day earlier. Jungkook looked so happy whenever Taehyung touched him or called him cute or something. Taehyung didn't want to be away from Jungkook. He didn't.

"I like Sehun." Jungkook let out, and Taehyung looked at him. "I like him. I w-want to like him more. You j-just. You fuck me up, V. You're not good for me."

"O-okay." Taehyung nodded. "Okay. I-I'll leave you. I'm sorry." Taehyung said, and Jungkook looked down, sitting down on one of the benches, knees tucked, tears falling down his cheeks. Taehyung looked at him for a few seconds and then walked up to him.

"T-Tae-" Jungkook said, but then Taehyung kneeled down to the floor to face him. Taehyung lifted his chin up, looking up at the boy with gleaming eyes.

"Don't," Jungkook said, and Taehyung sniffled.

"I'm sorry," Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook put his hand on Taehyung's. "I r-ruin everything. I'm so fucking sorry."

Jungkook shook his head, looking away, trying not to look at Taehyung's eyes. "I know," Jungkook whispered feebly.

Taehyung couldn't help it. He cupped his jaw with one hand, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Jungkook pushed him away- or at least tried to- but only felt himself tightening his grasp around Taehyung's shirt.

"N-no. No Tae- this-this is what I mean. We a-always do this-" Jungkook breathed out, and Taehyung looked at him closely, their noses touching.

"I know," Taehyung said, voice small. "I just can't h-help my self with you."

"I can't either. That's why we need to stay a-away. We can't j-just go back to being friends. It's too late for that."

Taehyung closed his eyes, taking in Jungkook's scent. Taehyung felt that comfort. That comfort he only found in the deepest of his heart when he was with Jungkook. That comfort of his soft, flowery scent, his warm small hands, his hushed, pliant words. Everything about him.

Taehyung felt a physical ache in his body with Jungkook's words. To stay away. Taehyung knew he had to. Jungkook was right. When they were close like this, even if further away, they couldn't help themselves.

There had to be touching, whispering, soft murmurs and blushing. Traces of fingers on thighs and gentle giggles tinging down spines. Words full of youthful, mirthful adoration had to be exchanged, it couldn't be helped. It just couldn't.

Staying away was the only possible way for both of them to somehow move on from this mess.

But when Jungkook shook his head and moved away from Taehyung, Taehyung realized. When Jungkook got up from the bench and mumbled something about having to go, Taehyung realized. When Taehyung called out and told the boy he'd broken over and over again that he was sorry, the boy looked at him and nodded.

"I know you are." Jungkook had whispered softly.

That's when Taehyung had realized. When Jungkook walked out the door of the locker room, the place where it all began for the two of them, where they were just lustful and hateful, wanting each other like hyperactive puppies- that's when Taehyung realized.

He was so in love with Jeon Jungkook.

Taehyung closed his eyes, getting up from the locker room that seemed too stiff and walked out. He saw Eka and Jimin, both looking a bit troubled.

"V," Jimin said, voice hushed. Taehyung opened his mouth to say something, but Jimin shook his head. "Let him go this time. It's for your own good." Jimin said, gentle, eyes worried.

Taehyung nodded. He went back to his dorm later, the sky thundering outside, rain splattering on his window. His clothes were wet from walking in while it was drizzling. Taehyung opened the closet, and then saw how neat it was.

Taehyung took a deep breath, pulling a shirt out of his closet along with sweatpants and closing the door sharply. He looked at his bed which was facing a small tv he had in his room and felt his mind wander.

"Killed that dude. Hm- yes! Killed that dude too. Oh fuck- fucking OBLITERATED that dude. HAHAHA. Little bitch. Fucking 5 kills in one, woot!" Taehyung snarked, smirking while moving his thumbs quite quickly on his controller.

"You're being loud.." A voice came, and Taehyung looked up and saw Jungkook who was sitting on his lap, his head resting against Taehyung's shoulder. Jungkook's eyes were drowsy, cheeks puffy, blinking slowly.

Taehyung looked at him for a few seconds and then smiled. "Sorry, baby. I didn't mean to wake you up. I'll be softer."

Jungkook hummed, nodding, and then tucked his head on Taehyung's broad shoulder again, letting his eyes drift close. "You didn't get good sleep last night, baby?"

"No.." Jungkook squeaked, gripping Taehyung's shirt. "So much work in art. M'tired..." Jungkook whined, closing his eyes again, pouting.

"You sleep, Kookie. I'll be quiet." Taehyung said softly. Taehyung kissed his puffy cheek, and Jungkook hummed, stirring back into sleep.

Taehyung began playing again and then saw that some dude came out of nowhere on the small screen and shot up. "Fuck!" Taehyung shouted without realizing, and Jungkook got startled and snapped his head up.

"Ah!" Jungkook squealed, and Taehyung started giggling fondly at his response. Jungkook started hitting Taehyung with his fists, and Taehyung giggled, chucking his controller to the side and hugging him tightly, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"I hate you," Jungkook mumbled.

"Hmmm," Taehyung said, hugging him tightly, feeling comfortable with the boy in his arms.

Jungkook caressed Taehyung's shirt in his hands and went sleepy in his hold again, closing his eyes and falling asleep with his head atop Taehyung's. Taehyung felt a weird fuzzy feeling in his chest and leaned up and kissed Jungkook's cheek.

"Cutie," Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook fell asleep. Taehyung held him for a few more minutes and then lay him down on his bed, putting the blanket over him and tucking him in.

"Taehyungie... cuddle?" Jungkook asked, biting his lip, clearly very sleepy. Taehyung ruffled his hair.

"Makin' it gay, Jeon," Taehyung said, turning around to walk into the washroom.

Jungkook rolled over, scrunching up into a small ball. Taehyung returned after a few minutes, putting his hand over Jungkook's waist and chin on his shoulder. Taehyung didn't overthink the fact that the two of them were cuddling. It just... felt right.

Jungkook smiled to himself, turning around and pressing his head to Taehyung's chest. Taehyung kissed his forehead.

He didn't know what that feeling was back then. That fuzzy feeling he got every time Jungkook did anything. He thought it was just his insides being weird, his brain wanting to be with Jungkook. He didn't realize there was a reason why.

Everything would go to shit now, however. Taehyung doesn't think there's any coming back from what happened.

Some stories just don't have happy endings, it seems.

///

Weeks passed.

Taehyung was sitting with Yoongi and Namjoon, laughing at them bickering over some dumb shit. Taehyung caught a glimpse of Jungkook walking away, his brain hair looking soft as usual, oversized white school shirt on, along with the tight school trousers.

Taehyung watched with a lessening smile as Sehun walked up to Jungkook, wrapped his arm around Jungkook's waist and kissed his temple. Jungkook smiled up at him and both walked towards the table where Jimin and Eka were seated.

Jungkook and Sehun got back together after a few days of that fight. Taehyung didn't know why. He asked Jimin, who said they sorted stuff out. Taehyung wanted to know more but didn't push it.

Distance. Taehyung didn't know how he felt about it. He was putting his time and effort into studying and football, to do anything to keep his mind off whatever was going on. A new girl was messaging him constantly, very clearly hitting on him. Taehyung just... didn't want to do anything. It felt wrong, for some reason.

After lunch, the class was English. Taehyung walked to class and sat down in the back as usual. He saw Jungkook and Sehun walk in after a bit, and Taehyung ignored them, as usual.

"Okay, Sehun. I get it." Jungkook mumbled, sitting down on his seat.

"Jungkook, I'm just saying. If you want a good grade on your artwork then you should ask to pick another idea. You can't do much with this one-" Sehun began, but Jungkook looked up.

"Shut up," Jungkook mumbled, and Sehun bit the inside of his cheek.

"I-"

"Will you stop pestering me? For fuck's sake!" Jungkook snapped, and some people looked to see what was going on. Sehun looked a little confused.

"Um. Okay. Sorry." Sehun mumbled off-handedly, turning around to walk out of the classroom and go to his.

Taehyung watched as Jungkook took a pencil out, grumbling to himself. Taehyung's breath hitched, and then he saw Jimin walk into the classroom. "Kookie! Hey, Eka and I were looking for you. Where did you-"

"Can I not be alone for 5 seconds?" Jungkook asked, voice snappy. Jimin frowned.

"Oh. Sorry. We just wanted to hang out." Jimin said, and then sat down. "You good?"

"Fine," Jungkook said, continuing to doodle on his notebook.

Class started and finished quite quickly. They learned about whatever book they were studying. Taehyung saw Jungkook silent- when usually he speaks up quite a lot in class, giving all his ideas and finding the discussions quite interesting. In the middle of class, some girl sitting in front of Jungkook asked him for a pencil, and he told her to eat his ass.

After class finished, Jungkook got up and left, angry. Jimin sighed. Taehyung walked up to him. "Is he... okay?"

"I don't know. He's been really snappy and rude for the past few weeks. He keeps disappearing after classes and at lunch. I don't know what the hell's going on." Jimin said.

"Is it something about Sehun? Maybe- maybe he's being rude to Jungkook? I'll go beat him up." Taehyung said, and Jimin giggled.

"Don't beat Sehun up. I feel kind of bad for him. He keeps trying to make Jungkook smile, but Jungkook gets mad at him and brings up him cheating every time he tries anything. Sehun doesn't want to fight, so he just stays quiet." Jimin mumbled. Taehyung frowned to himself.

"That doesn't sound like Jungkook," Taehyung said. Jimin hummed.

"I'm sure it's just his upcoming art exam that's coming up. He's been freaking out over it." Jimin explained. Taehyung nodded to himself.

"I'll see you. Bye!" Jimin said, walking out. Taehyung waved at him and then wondered to himself. Jungkook keeps disappearing.

Now, it's been weeks, and Jungkook did tell Taehyung to stay away. Was very adamant about it. They hadn't spoken or made eye contact for weeks. Nothing.

Taehyung walked out of class and walked to the fourth floor. He paced down the hallways and reached outside their room. The hidden art room.

Taehyung shouldn't. He really shouldn't. It's none of his business. But when he heard noises from the other side of the room, he opened the door and saw Jungkook sitting by the window sill on the counter.

Jungkook wasn't even looking at the door. He already knew who was the other person that could come here. "I told you not to come to me."

"I saw what happened in English."

"It's none of your business," Jungkook said, picking on his fingers. "Seriously, just leave-"

"Why were you being mean to Sehun? He was being nice to you." Taehyung said, and Jungkook looked at him, tense. "Jimin too. And that girl."

"Tae. The two of us aren't friends anymore." Jungkook said, and Taehyung walked up to him and then hummed.

"You're never mean," Taehyung said, and Jungkook paused. "You're the nicest person I know. What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Jungkook looked away. Taehyung put his hands on either side of Jungkook's thighs. Jungkook sighed, closing his eyes. "Tae. You can't-"

"Kookie," Taehyung said, leaning in. Jungkook leaned back. "Something's troubling you. You never snap at anyone. It's not right to be mean to people, is it?" Taehyung said gently, and Jungkook scoffed.

"Fucking ironic coming from you-"

Taehyung chuckled, which made Jungkook pause. "You're all pent up, Kookie. Talk to me. Let it out." Taehyung said, tracing his finger on his thigh. Jungkook's fingers twitched.

Jungkook looked away, looking upset, gulping. Taehyung frowned. "You always told me everything."

"That was before," Jungkook said. "I know, But you said I was a good listener. Go on." Taehyung said, nudging him along.

When Jungkook didn't say anything, Taehyung climbed atop the counter. Jungkook let out a squeak of surprise and then saw Taehyung sit down beside him, looking out at the window, onto the field where people were playing football for fun.

Jungkook closed his eyes, looked like he was trying really hard to fight an urge, and then leaned to the side and leaned on Taehyung's shoulder. When he did that, he breathed out, looking more comfortable.

"My parents," Jungkook mumbled, eyes closed. Taehyung put an arm around his waist, and Jungkook only leaned into the touch. "My dad called me. Asked me if this gay stuff was over and I was done being a nuisance."

"Dads suck," Taehyung said, Jungkook giggled out.

"I told him I'm still gay, because, I am. And I don't know. He and mom got into a fight while talking to me. Mom kept saying it's fine, that me being gay won't change anything. That I could still run the business. I said I didn't want to run the business. I wanted to do art. And then my mom started yelling at me too, and-"

"Listen, no one can plan shit out," Taehyung said, and Jungkook looked at him. "Your parents can say all they want, but they won't have control over you once you're in college. Or out of it. Your life isn't theirs. Of course, they'll push their shit onto you- but they'll realize too." Taehyung said, and Jungkook bit his lip.

"You think so? I don't wanna do business, Tae. I wanna- wanna do art psychology." Jungkook hummed, and Taehyung looked at him, saw his eyes all big and doey. "Isn't that nice? It sounds so fun! I can use art in daily life!" Jungkook said with a smile.

Taehyung smiled, and then reached forward and touched his chin with his thumb. "See. You're fine. Got all angered over nothing," Taehyung snickered, and Jungkook blushed lightly.

"Funny coming from you. Mr. Meanie." Jungkook said, and Taehyung smirked.

"That's your only name for me, huh? Sehun looked like he was about to cry, Jungkookie." Taehyung said, and Jungkook hit his chest lightly, leaning in closer to him.

"He's fine. He's being kind of annoying, to be honest." Jungkook said. "He thinks he knows my art stuff better than I do because- because he's got 9 awards for it or something." Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"He's too perfect." Taehyung pointed out. "Also he cheated on you."

Jungkook giggled. "Eh, we talked through it. He said it was an accident. Didn't mean to ask you to fuck him." Jungkook said, and Taehyung laughed.

"Good. I got de ja vu to our first time-" Taehyung began, and Jungkook started laughing.

"Please! You were the one begging to fuck me," Jungkook said, looking at Taehyung. Taehyung turned to look at him, gasping out.

"Oh please. I remember exactly what happened. You said I had a small dick, I said I had a big one, and then you said prove it. So I did." Taehyung tsked, and Jungkook started giggling.

Taehyung heard Jungkook's giggles and felt that tense discomfort he'd been feeling for the past few weeks going away. It also felt nice, because, in a weird way, it made him realize Taehyung needed Jungkook for comfort. But Jungkook needed Taehyung too.

"Did you top Sehun?" Taehyung asked.

Jungkook shuddered. "No. He said he was being weird. I said I didn't want to top him. That's kind of mean, now that I think about it..." Jungkook trailed, and Taehyung started laughing.

"Poor guy. Tough luck, he's dating the biggest pillow princess in the school-"

Jungkook whacked Taehyung's chest with a gasp, and Taehyung wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him between his legs. Jungkook got dragged onto his lap and let out a squeal of protect, but Taehyung squeezed him in his grasp and then saw Jungkook look at him.

Jungkook's smile wore off slowly when he realized what they were doing. "Tae-"

Taehyung leaned forward, kissing Jungkook's cheek. Jungkook tsked, gripping his shirt and shaking his head. Taehyung kissed the corner of his cheek, keeping his lips on his face. Jungkook didn't pull away.

"I told you to stay away. This is exactly why." Jungkook muttered.

"Why?" Taehyung asked, breathless. "We're so fucking good together." Lips tingled on Jungkook's cheek.

"We're terrible together. All you do is hurt me."

"I won't anymore," Taehyung said, kissing Jungkook's cheek. Jungkook pushed him off, getting off the counter.

"That's what you always say," Jungkook said, and Taehyung hopped off the counter and rushed forward to wrap his arms around Jungkook's waist, back hugging him.

"Don't you- don't you wish we never fucked sometimes?" Taehyung whispered. "We wouldn't be so messed up."

"All the time," Jungkook said, voice small.

Taehyung turned Jungkook around. "I know you told me to stay away. But- but look- you were feeling bad. But I made you feel better, didn't I?"

"That doesn't mean anything," Jungkook said, shaking his head. "Tae seriously, I told you not to do this-"

Taehyung kissed his jaw. Jungkook gripped his shoulders, feeling Taehyung pull his lips away and then leaning up and kissing Taehyung's chin. Taehyung gripped Jungkook's waist.

"No," Jungkook said, pulling away, but Taehyung pulled him back towards him.

"We should stop." Taehyung breathed out, kissing up Jungkook's neck.

"This is exactly fucking why I said you need t-to stay away from me-" Jungkook growled, and then jumped up and let Taehyung pick him up and place him onto the table, sandwiching himself between his legs.

"Is my dick bigger than his?" Taehyung asked, kissing his collarbone.

"Much," Jungkook whispered, and Taehyung unbuttoned Jungkook's school shirt, kissing his chest. Taehyung felt himself losing control, wanting to be inside Jungkook, craved it.

"Fuck-" Jungkook said, and then pushed Taehyung away. "We can't do this! Oh my god- why-why do we always end up doing this? See what I mean, Tae? You're nothing but sexually attracted to me! There's no feelings-"

"That's- um- not true," Taehyung said, and Jungkook scoffed. He jumped off the table. "It's true, Taehyung. Just- stay- stay away from me."

"Kook-"

"No, Tae- it's bigger than what you think it is," Jungkook snapped. "It's not just about me being mad at you. It's- I'm- I'm scared." Jungkook let out.

"Scared?" Taehyung asked.

"Scared you'll hurt me again. You'll pick me up and break me again. You'll kiss me and throw me away again. You'll fuck me and call me a faggot again." Jungkook said, quickly, out of breath. "And- I'm more scared of-of the future."

"W-what?" Taehyung asked, frowning a little. Jungkook gulped, taking a step back.

"What if-if in the future? We're together a-and... I-I don't know. You get mad at me or something." Jungkook said in a small voice. "You see your dad again. You see someone again. Something happens-"

"What are you saying?"

"What if you get mad at me and hit me again?" Jungkook let out, and Taehyung tensed.

Taehyung ducked his head. He wondered if Jungkook thought that. Now knowing Jungkook did, it made everything so so much fucking worse.

"I wouldn't-"

"I d-don't know that," Jungkook said timidly. "I just. I don't trust you, Tae. I'm sorry."

Jungkook then reached for the art room door. "Look at us, for fuck's sake! We can't be in the same room for more than five seconds without being all over each other!"

"I-It's because we're- we're supposed to be together, baby-"

"Tae please!" Jungkook cried loudly, and then stilled, gulping. Jungkook gripped the door handle. "I-I-I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm really f-fucking scared of you." Jungkook said. "For m-my mental and physical health. Please. Stay away. For the last fucking time." Jungkook squeaked out weakly, and then turned around and rushed out.

Taehyung was frozen. I'm really f-fucking scared of you.

It made him want to hurt himself. He didn't want Jungkook to be scared of him. He didn't want Jungkook to have that rational fear of being hurt by Taehyung.

Why the fuck couldn't things just... get better?