"Hey, are you alright?" Jungkook asked softly, and then helped the boy sit up. Eka and the other guy started laughing, having lost interest, and began walking away on their own.

V watched closely as Jungkook helped the kid stand up. "C'mon, do you need to go to the nurse?"

"N-no- I'm fine. My- my friend will help me out. Thank you." The kid said softly, still looking quite scared because V was right there.

"Are you sure you'll get back safely? I can drop you back-" Jungkook started, and the kid shook his head. "N-no. It's fine. D-d-don't worry. I-I'm sorry." He said quickly, and then scurried off with tears in his eyes.

Jungkook saw the kid run off, and then heard V sigh behind him. "I.. I didn't mean to d-do that-"

"I'm sure you didn't mean to do that. You didn't mean to call him a 'fucking faggot' and punch him for being gay, did you?" Jungkook said harshly, and then saw V look a little guilty, timid.

"They- they told me to-"

"Since when did you start doing what people told you to do? You were never the type to try and impress people. Clearly you did that because you wanted to." Jungkook snapped, and then took a step closer to him.

"Do you know how- how pathetic that is of you? How goddamn ignorant and rude? You knowing me, and knowing I could've been that kid going through that shit, still did that? C'mon, V. What's wrong with you?" Jungkook snapped, and V grabbed his arm.

"Keep your voice down. Listen- Jungkook, can we please just talk about this someplace private," V said, and Jungkook scoffed.

"Why should I talk to you at all?" Jungkook snapped, but then V tightened his grip on his wrist and pulled him along, taking him up the stairs and to the dark 4th floor where the art room was.

"V, I don't wanna go." Jungkook snapped, and kept letting himself get dragged until they reached the cordoned off art room, which they entered, and then Jungkook pulled his arm back.

"I didn't mean to hurt him. I felt really bad, but I'm honestly telling you, I didn't punch him at all. I was just faking it." V said, and Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"Still, you shouldn't have had to do that in the first place!"

"I know! I know I shouldn't have- but- but you know how those guys get! And I'm so confused right now, Jungkook, going through literally everything a boy my age could be going through- and I know I shouldn't have taken it out on that poor kid-"

"Then act like it, V! You're such an asshole, stop bullying 14 year olds! How about you pick on someone your own size! Or better yet, don't pick on people at all!" Jungkook snapped.

"Kookie, c'mon." V said softly, borderline whining. "I'm sorry. I really am. I didn't know it was going to happen, and honestly, I didn't hurt him-"

"You did by saying the nasty things you did."

"Jungkook-" V started, and Jungkook pushed him lightly. "Stop it! Let me get out of here and away from you, you asshole."

V grabbed his arm. "Jungkook, baby don't be this way. Just listen to me, please? You know I didn't mean to-"

"Let me go, V." Jungkook snapped, and then V sighed. "Okay, fine. But just stay here for 3 minutes, and let me talk it out." V said, and Jungkook stopped and looked at him.

"Fine. But you only get 3 minutes to do whatever you need to. Go." Jungkook said, and V sighed.

12 minutes later and Jungkook was sprawled on the art room table, trousers and boxers on the floor, white shirt unbuttoned all the way but still on. V was gripping his thighs tightly, breathing heavily while thrusting in a pace, his suit jacket on the floor, sleeves of his shirt rolled up.

They were fucking.

"I hate you so much." Jungkook squeaked out, and V grabbed his hips, because Jungkook had said that 32 times in the past 12 minutes.

"I know." V said, and continued fucking into him quite hard, and Jungkook just whimpered, feeling himself get filled up.

Jungkook closed his eyes, arms lying beside his head, feeling the in-out-in-out, and the way V's hands squeezed his waist tightly, and the way his cock was bubbling out precum while V continued fucking into him.

"Jungkook.. I'm sorry." V said, and Jungkook opened his eyes and V saw tears in his eyes. He leaned down, kissing Jungkook's tummy. "Don't cry, baby. Please don't cry."

"I-I'm not." Jungkook said in a scratchy voice, but he sounded close to crying, so V grabbed his back and lifted him up until Jungkook was sitting up on the table with V's cock buried in him.

Jungkook's throat closed up because V thrusted right into his prostate.

"Y-You don't know how it feels when you-you're gay- a-and have people thinking you should get beaten up because of i-it." Jungkook said weakly, and V looked up at him.

"I didn't do do that to him because I wanted to. I'm not just saying this, but I honestly feel really bad and shouldn't have done that. And, Kook, I wouldn't do that to you. Ever." V said, and then placed a kiss on Jungkook's shoulder, fucking into him quite fast. "Wouldn't let anyone else tell you any of that either, okay?"

"S-stop bullying those kids, then." Jungkook squeaked, and V looked up at him. "You won't make them do your homework a-and won't hit them a-and they won't be scared of you. Got it?"

"Yes. Sorry." V said quickly, kissing Jungkook's chest. "I promise I won't."

"Okay." Jungkook said, and V grunted out when Jungkook clenched around him. Jungkook whimpered. "G-gonna cum-"

Jungkook came onto his thighs, and V pulled Jungkook close, made sure he heard Jungkook's loud delightful moan one last time, before cumming into him, and Jungkook just whimpered.

"I'm such an asshole. I'm sorry." V whispered, and Jungkook wrapped his arms around his neck. "Get better at that."

"I'll try my best."

"Good boy." Jungkook said softly, pulling away and kissing V's forehead. V smiled a little, kissing his chin.

V leaned down to pick up Jungkook's trousers, pulling his dick out of Jungkook. He looked at Jungkook, sprawled out on the table, breathing heavily, moonlight shining on his bare naked skin.

V leaned over, gripping his bare waist and lifting him up to make sure he sat up. "I'm genuinely sorry. Don't know what I was thinking. It-it's stupid of me- and ignorant. I'm not gonna do it anymore." V said sharply, and Jungkook nodded.

He went limp, falling forward, wrapping his arms around V's neck. V let his hands travel down, letting his larger hands grip Jungkook's ass. Jungkook was very aware of his nudity while V was fully clothed, and he felt like that's how it always was.

V was always fully dressed while Jungkook was always nude.

Jungkook looked at him closely, letting quivering hands grip deep suited cloth. V apologised. Owned up to a mistake made, let his vulnerability be shown, let Jungkook see that sense of discomfort in his eyes that provide comfort for Jungkook.

Jungkook felt his heart beat faster, a little something in his stomach fluttering up, something that made Jungkook wish V would pick Jungkook up and kiss him really hard, and call him pretty.

But that didn't happen. And Jungkook didn't know why that upset him.

V let go of his grip on Jungkook, looking at him with uncertainty. "You okay?"

"I'm okay. I'm glad you apologized." Jungkook said softly, and then looked at how V nodded curtly, and then reached down to pick up Jungkook's clothes, just dumping them onto his lap.

"I should probably go back to my dorm," V started, and Jungkook frowned a little.

"Wait for me.." Jungkook said, and V glanced at him. "Um- alright." V mumbled, and Jungkook scoffed to himself, putting on a grin to pretend V's tone didn't pinch.

"Damn, V. I know we're not friends- but you can wait, like, 3 minutes for me, can't you? I just don't want to walk back to the dorms alone." Jungkook said, and V nodded, taking his phone out.

"I'm waiting." V said, and Jungkook looked at him offhandedly. He sighed. "Dress me."

V looked at him. "Jeon, don't be annoying." V snapped, and Jungkook frowned at him.

"Are you kidding me? I'm the one being annoying? You were literally a homophobic prick-" Jungkook started, and V walked up to him, grabbing his bare waist.

"Hey," V said, and Jungkook paused at that. "I apologised. Don't make me do it again- I don't like knowing I'm wrong."

"You're always wrong," Jungkook started, but V slapped his ass. So Jungkook turned around and grabbed his shirt off the floor, wearing it quickly.

While buttoning it up, he felt his boxers being pulled up his legs, and scoffed. "You're actually dressing me-"

V slapped his ass really hard, making Jungkook jump a little. "Do you want help or not!"

Jungkook pulled his boxers on and then turned around, glaring. "Stop shouting!"

V rolled his eyes and then bent down to grab Jungkook's trousers and throw them up at Jungkook, who caught them. Something fell out of Jungkook's pocket, which Jungkook didn't notice, but V did.

He reached down to grab it, and then frowned.

"Where did you get this?" V asked, voice deeper, sounding.. angry.

Jungkook looked at what he was holding after pulling his pants back on. It was an ID. He shrugged. "Dunno. One of the senior girls handed it to me- some kid in the grade below- or our grade, I think. Doesn't make any sense, I've never even heard of him." Jungkook chuckled, and then looked at V, who was frozen, staring at the ID in his hand in anger.

Jungkook looked at V slowly, eyes growing big. "Do you know who it is?"

"Yeah, Jeon. Quite fucking well." V snapped, and then grabbed the ID and shoved it into his pocket rather harshly, looking annoyed.

V turned around and walked out of the art room, so Jungkook followed behind him, eyes still wide. "K-Kim Taehyung? That's you-"

"Don't say my name," V snapped, or- rather, Taehyung snapped.

Jungkook gulped. "W-why not? It's a nice name-"

"I said don't do it, Jeon. Just don't." Taehyung growled, and Jungkook nodded.

"Okay.. sorry." Jungkook said quietly, and then Taehyung nodded, brushing silver hair through his fingers, looking agitated as he walked down the hallway, and then down the stairs. Jungkook followed him silently.

They began walking towards the dorms, and while walking down the hallways, Jungkook looked a little confused. "Your room was back there-"

"I know, I'm dropping you to yours." Taehyung mumbled, and Jungkook blushed, but was glad it was hidden by the darkness.

They finally reached Jungkook's room, and before Jungkook went in, he grabbed Taehyung by the shirt. "Thanks." He whispered, and then leaned forward.

"Jeon," Taehyung snapped. "Not in public."

"No one's here." Jungkook pouted, and Taehyung gave him a grudging look, which caused Jungkook to sigh. "Oh come on. You don't always have to be a big mean baddie, y'know that right? Relax a little! Just-"

Taehyung leaned forward and clasped their lips together, and Jungkook gasped into that, and grabbed his shoulders, kissing him back. They kissed for a few seconds, and then Taehyung pulled apart.

"You talk too much."

Jungkook giggled. "You frown too much." Jungkook said, and then wiped his thumb on Taehyung's lip. "Goodnight." He whispered, and Taehyung rolled his eyes but had a small smile on his face as Jungkook walked in.

Jungkook closed the door behind him, and then let out a sigh of relief. He felt butterflies in his stomach, a swelling in his heart. It beat faster, for a reason foreign and unknown to Jungkook.

He hoped it wasn't what he thought it was.