Jungkook and Taehyung sat crammed on Taehyung's small bed, Jungkook's nimble fingers hesitantly tracing across Taehyung's forearm. There was a small silence, Taehyung looked up at the ceiling, eyes gleaming. Jungkook looked at him.

"Talk to me," Jungkook said, and Taehyung's breath hitched.

"I-I thought you told me not to. Ever again." Taehyung let out timidly, and Jungkook chuckled out in a weak way, pressing his fingertips down on his veins.

"I've never seen you break down like that. Never seen you cry." Jungkook said in a hushed tone, tense air in the room. He pressed his fingertips to Taehyung's arm once again, and Taehyung looked at Jungkook.

"That day. Um- be-before you came into my room. Before I- um-" Taehyung trailed.

"Before you hit me," Jungkook stated, calm, but tone stingy. Taehyung nodded.

"My father was there- you-you saw him. H-he- um- he hit me," Taehyung said, and noticed Jungkook's shoulders go down, worry filling his face. And god, the way Jungkook's eyes grew big, that worried look on his face he'd get whenever Taehyung got hurt or looked upset.

"Why?" Jungkook let out, scared. Taehyung looked at him. "He found out about us- somehow. So- so he came all the way down here to slap me across the face and tell me to never do anything with boys."

Jungkook gulped, looking down. Taehyung felt like crying again but stayed strong. He'd cried too much in too little time. He felt weak, fragile. Jungkook had to hold his hand firmly and take him to his room, sit him down and ensure he calms down. "So- so when you said your name, he knew it was you. And then-then he left but he was still looking up. And fuck- fuck- I g-got so fucking scared, K-Kook-"

"He saw me touch you." Jungkook murmured, faint. Taehyung nodded. "I panicked. And my f-first reaction was to do the only think I've seen my father do. Hit someone I care about."

Jungkook looked up at him. "What do you mean?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung's shoulders were bunched.

"My f-father used to hit my mother. My- my mom, she was 19 when she had me. My father was 40. My mom was poor, naive, too young. I-I wish she wasn't," Taehyung said, shaking his head, trying not to cry again. "But she was scared of him too."

Jungkook looked at how Taehyung's eyes began glistening with tears. "I kissed a boy once when I was 5. My dad saw and then hit my mom, told her not to raise my like that. She came to me later and told me I-" Taehyung took a deep breath, and Jungkook put his hand on his arm.

"It's fine. You don't have to continue, Tae." Jungkook said softly.

Taehyung shook his head, wishing to let it all out for once, to explain. "She told m-me that it was wrong, t-that I shouldn't kiss boys. I love her so much, Kookie, o-of course I cared deeply about what she said." Taehyung finally let the suppressed tears roll down again. "On hindsight, I-I know that she only said that to protect me. I'm absolutely certain she didn't mean it, not a bit of it. But a-after she-she died, I wanted to hold onto everything s-she ever told me. But I became what she would despise."

Taehyung took a deep breath. "Someone who hits people. Who bullies people. Who's mean. Who everyone's scared of. I'm like my father, Kook. I-" Taehyung started, and then looked at Jungkook, whose eyes were teary too. "I never should've hit you. I'm so so so fucking sorry- a-and you don't have to say it's okay, because I know it's not. I'm j-just a terrible p-person, and- and-"

Jungkook pressed his cheek to his shoulder. Taehyung felt himself ease at that, resting his head upon Jungkook's. Jungkook put his hand around Taehyung's arm. "It's not okay," Jungkook said softly, looking down. "I- um- I went to the nurse's office a-and held on until the nurse left. A-and then I cried for s-so fucking long, Tae-"

"I'm sorry." Taehyung shakily said, and Jungkook squeezed him. "It hurt. It hurt a shit ton coming from you. B-because I really like- liked you." Jungkook said, and Taehyung bit his lip, putting his hand gently on Jungkook's side.

"I know. I'm so fucking sorry." Taehyung said, and Jungkook closed his eyes. They were quiet for a few moments, sitting on the bed, hearing the sound of wind rustling against tall trees from outside.

"Punch me," Taehyung said, and Jungkook let out a little giggle.

"N-no- I'm not going to do that."

"Seriously. I think it'll help." Taehyung said, and Jungkook shook his head. "Punch me and then slap me and then kick me and then-"

Jungkook turned, pressing his face into the crook of Taehyung's neck. He forgot, for a second he did. It was so easy to just get lost in Taehyung's scent, his warmth, his touch. They were so touchy around each other, so close, so so close. It was hard to stay away.

"When you mentioned you had a slight pain kink, I didn't know you meant on you." Jungkook let out, and Taehyung giggled.

Taehyung looked down at Jungkook, both quite close. Taehyung felt in a trance by looking into his honey eyes, feeling the soft touch of his hand on his shirt. "W-why'd you help? Today, I mean? You were with your- your friends."

Jungkook was paused for a few seconds. "Honestly I-I don't know," Jungkook admitted, blinking wet lashes. "It was like an instinct. I was walking down with Sehun, and- and I saw from the corner of my eye that Jimin was talking to you, and- and then you just. You just broke." Jungkook said gently and felt Taehyung tense beneath his fingertips.

"I got scared. I left everything and ran to you. Didn't like seeing you cry like that." Jungkook mumbled, and Taehyung smiled.

"Thank you," Taehyung said. "So much. It's been a really shitty week. I mean, I get kicked off as captain. None of the guys want to interact me anymore. Someone keeps sending me shitty dm's on Instagram. You yelled at me. The coach tells me I won't get into my dream college. On top of that, today's the day my mom died. So-"

"Oh- T-Tae-" Jungkook let out, eyes big while looking at him, sitting up properly. "I'm so sorry. If- If I knew all that was happening, I-"

"Don't apologize, Kookie. You didn't know. You had all the right to get mad at me." Taehyung said, and then squeezed his hand. "I'd get scared if you didn't."

Jungkook sighed, looking at him. "Your mom sounds lovely."

"She was." Taehyung smiled. "She used to make these cookies with macadamia nuts and chocolate chips in them all the time. She got me into football, she loved the sport. And- and she would have loved you. I know she would have." Taehyung said softly, and Jungkook reached forward, touching his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook repeated, and Taehyung looked at him. "Don't be." Jungkook then crawled up, settling down beside Taehyung once more, almost draped over his lap- except, not, because that would be totally weird.

"Do you miss me sometimes?" Jungkook asked.

"All the fucking time. I remember when-when we were sharing this room. And I was playing video games, and you just sat on my lap and watched me play. And then fell asleep in my lap. I fucking- I miss you so much." Taehyung said, and Jungkook laughed sadly.

He moved up a bit, and then Taehyung put his hands around his waist and pulled him up, so Jungkook was sitting on his lap. "Tae-" Jungkook began, but Taehyung placed his head on Jungkook's shoulderblade, fiddling with the hem of his jersey.

"Do you miss me?" Taehyung asked after a pause. Jungkook looked down and then gulped.

"Tae I'm with someone else now." Jungkook reminded softly, and Taehyung ran a finger down Jungkook's thigh.

"I know. How is it going with Sehun?" Taehyung asked.

"Good. We talk a lot about art and- and other stuff. He likes biology as much as me. He's really nice, and I can tell he cares about me." Jungkook said, and then saw the look on Taehyung's face and rolled off his lap, sitting down by his side again.

"I'm not mad," Taehyung said, and Jungkook stifled a laugh, pulling his knees up to his chest.

"Yeah right."

Taehyung bit his lip. "I'm trying to change, Kook. I promise I am. I don't let my facade get the better of me anymore. I even apologized to Youngjae-"

"You what?! Holy shit, you are trying to change!" Jungkook gasped, and Taehyung laughed fondly.

There was a bit more of a silence, and Jungkook placed his head back on Taehyung's shoulder. Taehyung let him stay, and Jungkook began tracing the veins on Taehyung's arm once more. He should go. It's late already, and he's been here too long. Jungkook looked up- and saw Taehyung looking at him closely, their faces barely an inch apart.

Jungkook didn't say anything, just felt his breath hitch. Taehyung looked down into his eyes, looking softer than usual, glazed. He nudged Jungkook's nose with his own.

Jungkook shook his head gently. Taehyung nudged his nose again, and this time, he let it stay. Jungkook gripped onto the bedsheets. "T-Tae-" He squeaked out gently, in a faint voice, not sure if he even heard himself.

"Once?" Taehyung asked softly, and Jungkook looked up at him, feeling dazed just looking up into Taehyung's dark eyes like that. Jungkook knew how close they were, knew just once fraction of movement-

Taehyung kissed him delicately, lips barely pressed against Jungkook's, just tingling in his warmth. Jungkook looked up at him. Taehyung looked back at him, eyes sharing so much. Jungkook let his lips take flight for the smallest of seconds, but then pulled away, turning away and standing off his bed.

"Sorry." Taehyung let out gingerly. "Don't get mad at me. Please."

Jungkook turned around. "I'm not," Jungkook said, and then looked at him. "Don't kiss me like that."

"I know. I'm sorry." Taehyung repeated.

"I know I said I wouldn't leave," Jungkook said, voice coiled. Taehyung shook his head. "You've done more than enough, Kook. You can go if you want to."

Jungkook nodded. He reached for the door and then hesitated. "You know this-this doesn't mean anything, right? Don't get your hopes up, please." Jungkook said, voice airy. He wasn't trying to be mean, it was just a reminding tone.

"I know," Taehyung said, and Jungkook turned and saw him look. "Goodnight."

Jungkook walked out, closing the door behind him, heart racing. Jungkook instantly made a left turn and rushed ahead, walking way past- past his own dorms and away from Taehyung's. Jungkook finally reached the last door and knocked on the door.

I can't, Jungkook thought. Not again.

The door opened, and on the other side stood Sehun, sweatpants on low, shirtless. Jungkook walked inside. Sehun stepped back to let him in, looking a little agitated. "Are you here to talk about what happened earlier? Because I'm really confused, and Jimin won't give me a proper answer."

"Me and V used to be really good friends," Jungkook said. "He just needed someone there."

Sehun was paused. "He hit you, Kook."

"I know," Jungkook said. "We're not friends again, don't worry." Jungkook continued and then saw Sehun sigh, rubbing his arm.

"Why did you come here?"

Jungkook looked at Sehun, a glint in his eye. He stepped towards Sehun, and Sehun saw Jungkook's hands go on his biceps. "I want to have sex with you."

Sehun paused, eyes going wide, glazed. He licked his lips. "Now?"

Jungkook nodded. "Now. Please."

Sehun gulped. "Fuck. Um- okay. Yeah- yeah, okay." Sehun stammered, and then looked around his room. Jungkook saw Sehun taking a shirt off his bed and chuck it to the floor. Jungkook stripped out of his clothes quickly, and Sehun just looked, growing harder as Jungkook shred off the last piece of clothing.

"Get lube," Jungkook whined, and Sehun ran into the washroom. Jungkook saw him run back out, holding a bottle and a condom packet between his lips. Jungkook grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him onto the bed, straddling his hips.

"Are- are you gonna..." Sehun trailed, and Jungkook rubbed his ass over Sehun's crotch. "I'm bottoming," Jungkook said, and Sehun nodded, putting his hands on Jungkook's thighs.

"Have... have you done this before?" Sehun asked wearily, and Jungkook chuckled, picking up the lube from the side and drizzling it over his own fingers.

"Yeah, a few times," Jungkook said, and then slowly began fingering himself, pushing into his own tight heat. Sehun watched, sitting back, drooling practically at the sight.

"Why- why so sudden, Kook?" Sehun asked, leaning back on his elbows, looking up at the boy. Jungkook finger fucked himself with two fingers and then leaned forward so Sehun's back pressed the mattress.

"I've only ever had sex with one guy. I want to have it with another. Now." Jungkook whispered, and Sehun nodded.

"I'll be better," Sehun said, and Jungkook hummed.

Later, Jungkook was under Sehun, gripping onto the bedsheets as Sehun rammed into him. Jungkook grabbed his jaw, kissing his cheek. "H-harder-" Jungkook mouthed, mouth wet and messy.

Jungkook closed his eyes, tipping his head back, letting the utter euphoria of his prostate getting played with take him over. He let out stringed moans that sounded incoherent to himself, tightening his legs around Sehun's waist.

Sehun came, riding out his orgasm, fucking Jungkook into it. Jungkook came as well, moaning out, shuddering under the boy.

"Fuck," Jungkook let out, and Sehun pulled out of him, chucking the condom into the dustbin and lying down beside him. Jungkook breathed heavily. It felt different. The sex felt different.

Jungkook fell asleep there.

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Maths class was the first thing Monday morning. Everyone was in class, chatting away before the teacher came in. Taehyung walked into the classroom, seeing Jungkook on Sehun's lap and choosing to ignore it. He heard a snicker from the side.

"Lousy play last game, V," Jaebum said.

"Must've been tired after fucking your mom," Taehyung responded, and Eka spluttered out a laugh, covering her mouth.

Jaebum scoffed. "Fuck you."

"Wouldn't wanna start family drama." Taehyung continued, and Jaebum grew angrier. Jimin started giggling.

Taehyung sat down in his place behind Jungkook. "Heard you started crying yesterday, V." Jaebum scoffed, and Taehyung took his book out of his bag, placing it on his table. "Someone's become a pussy every since they stopped being captain, huh?"

"Yeah 'cause I ate your mom's."

Jungkook started giggling, and Jaebum groaned and walked up to Taehyung. "For someone who gets so fucking defensive over mom jokes you sure make a lot of them."

Taehyung looked at him. Everyone in the classroom quietened, looking at Taehyung. Jungkook's eyes were big, worried. Taehyung slammed his book shut and then stood up, putting one hand in his pocket. He craned his neck back, bandana matching his dark eyes. He walked close to Jaebum and then smirked.

"Mad I fucked your mom and your girlfriend, Jae?" Taehyung asked.

Eka's jaw dropped, and Jimin put his hand over his mouth to not scream. Jungkook muffled his squeak of surprise into Sehun's hair, and Sehun just let out a snicker.

Jaebum grew red. "Fuck you. You know I cheated on her and that's why she fucked you." Jaebum muttered, and then turned around and walked away.

Taehyung smirked, and then looked around and saw everyone looking at him. "What're you fucks looking at?" Taehyung growled lowly, and everyone turned away.

"He's back," Jimin whispered to Jungkook, who was almost kind of happy to see Taehyung being more himself rather than look sad and upset.

Jungkook smiled at Taehyung, who gave Jungkook a quick smile and sat down on his desk, scribbling something on his sheet. Sehun saw Jungkook looking at Taehyung, and gulped. "Hey, Jungkook does your ass still hurt from last night?"

Some people around them looked at Jungkook, whose eyes widened and he blushed brightly. Jungkook looked at Sehun. "What the fuck? Shut up," Jungkook gritted his teeth, and Sehun smiled gently. "Sorry." He whispered, kissing Jungkook's cheek.

Taehyung looked up at that, and then gulped and looked back down. He shook his head, shaking off the upset that grew within him and instead continued finishing the math assignment. Jimin got up from his seat and walked up at Taehyung. "I'll help." Jimin smiled, and then sat down beside him.

Taehyung smiled, and Jimin leaned forward. "Are you alright from last night?"

"Better, thanks." Taehyung said, and Jimin smiled. "Good! Here, let me help you with this question. It's hard as fuck, took me ages to get." Jimin said, and began explaining it to him.

Jungkook leaned his head on Sehun's head, hearing him talk about some Chemistry award he won back in London. Jungkook sighed. "You sure win a lot of awards."

"Heck yeah." Sehun responded, and Jungkook rolled his eyes mirthfully and leaned on him to look at Taehyung, who was laughing at something Jimin said.

"Sure you sure take a lot of subjects. What do you wanna do after high school anyway?" Eka asked, sitting on the table. Sehun looked at her and hummed, wrapping his arms around Jungkook.

"Doctor. Or engineer. Or a lawyer." Sehun said, and Eka huffed. "Choose one, dude."

"I don't know! I love bio and chem, so I wanna be a doctor! But I'm so good at public speaking and essays and stuff, so I'd love to be a lawyer. But I'm amazing at maths and physics, so being a lawyer also works. But then- I love doing art so I wanna do something related to that too. Plus, I dance a lot, like professionally- so my mom wants me to pursue that further. But my dad wants me to do football because I'm really good at that. So-"

"Check out mister perfect over here," Taehyung taunted, and Sehun looked at him with wide eyes.

"Oh. Um- I didn't mean to show off or anything. Sorry. I got carried away." Sehun said, and Eka laughed.

Jungkook looked hesitant. Sehun let Jungkook get off his lap because the bell rang, so Jungkook sat down on his own seat. Jungkook watched as Sehun got carried away talking to Eka about how he also wants to get into his father's perfect business and become the CEO because he loves economics.

He's too perfect.

Jungkook looked back at Taehyung, and then hummed. "What do you wanna do after highschool, V?"

Taehyung looked up and saw them looking at him, so he shrugged. "Get a scholarship for football, join the Seoul team. Big dreams, probably won't happen. But I'll figure it out on the way." Taehyung said, and Jungkook smiled a little.

He wasn't perfect.

Jungkook suddenly got a piece of paper on his table. He opened the note and saw it read IF YOU FUCKING CATCH FEELINGS FOR BANDANA WEARING HEADASS AGAIN I'LL SLICE YOUR DICK OFF.

"Jimin, please." Jungkook said aloud, and Jimin sighed, huffing. Of course, he sent it. "I'm not. Sehun, look here!" Jungkook said, and Sehun looked at him. Jungkook blew a kiss. Sehun pretended to catch and then ate it. Jungkook giggled.

"Gross." Eka said, and then looked at Jimin. "What do you say, Jimin? Let's leave these losers and start a relationship of our own. Let's sleep together."

"No." Jimin said. "Makes sense." Eka hummed, and then turned back around to face ahead. Taehyung laughed.

"It's okay Jimin. There's a bunch of guys in this school who'd love-"

"I'm straight!" Jimin snapped, and then groaned, covering his eyes. "I hate you guys."

Eka laughed at Taehyung, who did as well. He liked it. Liked that they weren't being mean to him anymore. He felt like he deserved the slight bullying, it kind of made him realize how sucky it must've been for the kids he tormented for years.

After class was over, Jimin saw Jungkook rush to the art room, and then felt a hand on his shoulder. "Hey Jimin... can we talk?" Sehun said, and Jimin turned around, smiled. "Sure Sehun."

Sehun dragged him to the side. Tae, Jimin thought, and then saw Sehun look nervous. "Jungkook and I had sex."

"I know, he tells me everything." Jimin laughed, and then gulped when Sehun looked nervous. "Not- not everything. Like he didn't tell me about the size of dick or something weird like that." Jimin stammered because Jungkook did tell him about that.

"It's not that. It's- I don't know. Jungkook was weird during sex." Sehun mumbled.

"Weird?" Jimin asked, tilting his head. Sehun nodded.

"I thought- since you're so close to him I might ask you. Don't tell him I told you anything. But- when-when we were, you know, going at it." Sehun started, and then explained it better. "When I was deep inside him and hitting his prostate-"

"WAY too many details." Jimin said, and Sehun nodded.

"Sorry. But when I was, he started moaning and shit. Like one does. And- and he came, and-"

"Jesus man just skip to the thing." Jimin said quickly, and Sehun slapped himself and then continued.

"Right! Sorry. Yeah. Who's Taehyung?"

Jimin paused. He frowned. "What?"

"Who is that guy? Is it someone from this school?" Sehun asked, and Jimin hesitated.

"Sounds familiar. Why?" Jimin asked, because he knew who Taehyung was.

"Yeah. Um. He kind of moaned his name when he came." Sehun said, and Jimin froze.

Oh my fucking god. "Oh." Jimin settled with, and Sehun nodded, looking nervous.

"I thought he said my name weirdly. But then I realized he didn't. He said some other dude's. Taehyung? Who is he?? Because Jungkook was really into it, too. Didn't even realise he moaned the dude's name." Sehun mumbled.

"I'm sorry, I honestly don't know. I'll talk to him about it." Jimin said, and Sehun nodded.

"Thanks, Jimin. You're a good guy. I'll see you later!" Sehun said, ruffling Jimin's hair and walking away. Jimin took a deep breath.

He's going to have to slice Jungkook's dick off.