Jungkook felt tears. So many tears, dampening his face and blurring his senses. He felt like drowning, to keep letting the tears flow until he couldn't breathe. This wasn't normal. How much he cared, it can't be normal.

Jungkook's scared. Terrified, in fact.

He feels too strongly for him. His mind is screaming at his heart, begging it to not fall for someone who clearly wasn't meant for Jungkook. But it was too late. For his heart had already righteously set its path on Taehyung, a path full of hurdles and broken bridges. He would never get to Taehyung.

But he can't just go back to his room and cry like he always does. Roll into the bed and hear Jimin's pitiful words. He knows the boy cares, but his words would still carry pitty. He didn't want to be alone, because he'd think of the silver haired boy. The silver haired boy who frankly didn't deserve him.

With shaky hands, Jungkook took out his phone. Tears fell onto the dim screen, which he instantly wiped away.

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Jungkook's didn't know why he was doing this, but he wanted to forget. Forget that Kim Taehyung existed. Breaker of hearts and capturer of minds, Kim fucking Taehyung. Straight Fuckboy Captain who Jungkook should've NEVER fallen for.

Jungkook walked to Jackson's room, knowing that's where the party was happening. Where the alcohol was. He walked, his pace heavy. He knew when he left Taehyung's room, the boy was probably dry as sand. He probably just rolled his eyes and wondered why Jungkook was being so fucking overdramatic.

(Of course, what Jungkook didn't know was that Taehyung was crying on his bed, not having cried for years, clutching onto his bedsheets and wondering why his heart was aching so much.)

Jungkook entered the room and was instantly met with the strong musk of stale wheat and sweat. He closed the door quickly.

This wasn't just a 'few' people. There were at least thirty people in this dorm room. (Not really, but at a time of somber, exaggeration was needed.) Their room was isolated, in the corner of the top floor of the dorm. Teachers weren't around much. Rooms were bigger.

"Yugyeom?" Jungkook called out. He could see his friends. But he didn't want his friends. He wanted Yugyeom.

Namjoon and Hoseok were chugging beers, some girls around them screaming loudly. Jin had a pair of scissors in his hand, obviously tipsy and some guys and girls were laughing as he cut his hair. Yoongi had some girl on his lap, his hands gripping her dress a little too tightly. Jimin was jumping around with some girls, all laughing.

Youth. It's a fun little thing. Should be spent with enjoyment and not wasted crying over Kim fucking Taehyung.

"Jungkook-ah, you came!" Yugyeom said, a smile on his face. Jungkook walked up to him and forced a smile on his face. He was certain the smile wouldn't reach his eyes, but he didn't really care. He needed it to reach his mind.

Before Yugyeom could say another word, Jungkook grabbed the can of beer from his hands and chugged it down his lips, making Yugyeom widen his eyes.

"Woah, straight into it, huh?" Yugyeom snickered and Jungkook giggled, a lightweight, so he could already feel the alcohol getting to him.

"Well? Do you have more?" Jungkook asked and Yugyeom smirked.

Half an hour or so later, Jungkook was drunk. Maybe more so than the night where he kissed Kim Taehyung.

"Hey Gyeomie?" Jungkook asked, voice suddenly lighter, eyes suddenly wider. He placed his hand on Yugyeom's arm, tracing his finger down it.

"Hey Kookie," Yugyeom let out, rather drunk himself.

"It's kinda stuffy in here. Do-do you wanna go to my room?" Jungkook said, a twinkle in his eye suggesting way more. Yugyeom smirked.

"Well- do you want me to come to your room?" Yugyeom asked, moving a little closer to Jungkook, whose back was now against the wall.

Jungkook nodded, teeth digging into his bottom lip. Yugyeom's smirk remained on his face and he nodded too. "Cool. Let's go."

Yugyeom grabbed Jungkook's hand and led him out of the rather stuffy room, which seemed to have multiplied with more people. Before they could leave, a black haired boy with red and maroon streaks through his hair jumped up to them.

"Hey! Where are you guys going?" Bambam asked and Jungkook giggled at him. He doesn't know why he giggled, but he just did- and reached forward and booped the boy's nose.

"My room." Jungkook whispered and saw Bambam's eyebrows furrow, a look of confusion cross his big eyes.

"W-why?"

"None of your business." Yugyeom snapped, his tone more menacing than Jungkook had ever heard it. Yugyeom placed his hand on Jungkook's lower back, leading him out of the room. However, Jungkook didn't miss the look on Bambam's face, which was almost.. sad? Hurt?

"Is-is he okay?" Jungkook asked and Yugyeom still looked pissed. He just nodded quickly. They were walking rather fast towards Jungkook's room, and Jungkook decided not to ask anything.

Once they reached his dorm, both of them stumbled in and Jungkook hurriedly closed the door (and locked it).

"Less stuffy?" Yugyeom asked and Jungkook smirked.

"Dunno. Still kind of hot." Jungkook said. He then leaped forward and pressed his lips to Yugyeom's. Yugyeom gripped Jungkook's waist, kissing him back with the same force. Of course, them being drunk made the kiss wet and mushy and a lot desperate.

Desperate because of Jungkook. No, he wasn't really horny. But he still wanted to forget.

Jungkook began unbuttoning Yugyeom's shirt and felt Yugyeom's hands roam under his t-shirt. Their bodies collided against one another, and in a flurry to feel something, do something, they tumbled onto Jungkook's bed.

Jungkook climbed onto Yugyeom's lap, lips still connected. They pulled away, their lungs begging for death. Yugyeom's lips instantly went to Jungkook's neck and Jungkook whimpered, tangling his fingers into Yugyeom's hair, one hand going to palm Yugyeom's clothed cock.

Don't do this, Jungkook's mind said but his body reacted differently. He was hard, panting even. He wanted this. He wanted to do this.

He needed to do this. He needed to forget. He needed to get the fuck over Kim Taehyung. Maybe he was proving it to himself, maybe to his heart. Giving it a big ol' fuck you for letting him fall for Kim Taehyung.

He needs to do this. He-he needs.

He needs it for his broken heart to heal. He can't go on. He's too vulnerable. He'd let anyone fuck him right now- hell, if Namjoon was the first boy he saw at the dorm that night, he'd be under him right now. Anyone, to forget Kim Taehyung.

*

Taehyung was outside Jungkook's door.

Go back. This is stupid. He doesn't want you.

Taehyung turned around. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. Hesitation. Denial. Anger. With himself. With the world. With his mother.

Talk to him. Straighten things out. He does want you.

Taehyung turned back around, now facing the door again. Inside he, he could imagine his baby -no, not his baby- sleeping in the bed, all curled up. Crying? Oh, he hopes he wasn't crying. Maybe he was. It made Taehyung's heart lurch.

Having to see Jungkook cry in front of him was painful. It kept replaying in his mind. A loop of him saying we're not meant to be.

Taehyung took a deep breath. He wonders if he slept alright. Did he sleep at all? He had a tendency to stay up when he was upset.

Taehyung gathered up all his courage in his fist and lifted it up, knocking on Jungkook's door. Once. Twice. Once more? No- twice is enough. He heard you.

Taehyung waited. A few seconds went by. He didn't hear you. Taehyung knocked three more times. Before he could knock again, the door swung open.

There stood Jungkook. Hair a mess, even curled at some points. Dark circles below his eyes. He looked annoyed and his annoyance turned into confusion upon seeing Taehyung. He was in a big sweater, and boxers. He looked like a whole mess.

God, he's fucking beautiful, Taehyung thought, not being able to help a small smile adorning his face.

"H-hi." Taehyung let out and Jungkook looked around, wondering if anyone else was there. The door was barely open. It's like Jungkook was hiding something.

"What do you want?" Jungkook said, no remorse in his voice. Of course not. Why would there be?

"I... I wanted to talk." Taehyung said and Jungkook scoffed.

"I don't want to talk."

"Please, Kookie. Just hear me out, please? I have-"

"Taehyung, I can't right now. We can talk later." Jungkook said quickly, but Taehyung stopped the door with his hand before Jungkook could close it.

"Please." Taehyung said softly and Jungkook gulped hesitantly. Taehyung took that as a yes and walked inside the room.

Jungkook closed it and then turned around, his back against the door.

Taehyung's eyes scanned over the room. Clothes were strewn everywhere, along with shoes and even some books. "Jimin told me he got laid last night. You were in the room alone.. huh?"

Taehyung asked and Jungkook was looking anywhere but at Taehyung.

"What do you want, V?" Jungkook asked, folding his arms.

"I've been thinking. About what you said. A lot. And-and I think I made some kind of a compromise. We-we can do all the things a couple does, but-but we don't have to have labels, right? Or-or-" Taehyung started and Jungkook snickered.

Taehyung watched as Jungkook paced around the room, picking up strewn clothes, almost as if he were in a hurry.

"I don't want a compromise, Taehyung! I want you 100% or nothing. You know what, I don't even think I want you anymore." Jungkook snapped and Taehyung's shoulders fell.

"Jungkook, I-I'm trying here, okay? I don't get what you want me to do!" Taehyung exasperated and Jungkook turned to look at him.

"Try harder." Jungkook gritted his teeth and Taehyung looked at the ground.

"Honestly, Taehyung- I said what I said. Don't try to come in here with some bullshit you made up in your head, thinking you can get me back. You only want my body, clearly." Jungkook snapped and then heard a silence.

Jungkook dropped the clothes in the washroom and then walked out. Jungkook's eyes widened when he saw Taehyung holding a silver thing in his hands.

Taehyung slowly looked up from the shiny object and at Jungkook, eyebrows furrowed.

"Why.. why is Yugyeom's dorm room key here?" Taehyung asked and Jungkook felt his breath hitch.

"We-we were.. um.. hanging out last night." Jungkook said quickly, attempting to walk towards the door, to open it and kick Taehyung out.

Before he could, Taehyung grabbed his arm, an iron grip on it. Jungkook let out a whimper of pain when Taehyung grabbed him by the back of his neck, forcing him closer.

Jungkook watched as Taehyung's eyes got darker. A lot darker.

"You have a hickey on your neck." Taehyung husked and Jungkook felt his heart beating faster.

"Tae, I-"

"Why do you have a hickey on your neck, Jungkook?" Taehyung yelled, voice loud. Jungkook flinched at the anger that settled in his voice and then saw Taehyung doing the math in his head.

"I'm going to kill him." Taehyung growled and then darted out of the door. Jungkook let out a groan and ran out after him.

"Taehyung, stop-" Jungkook tried, but he could still see the anger in his face. He was mad. He'd never seen him this angry. It wasn't just jealousy. It was a lot more.

Jungkook grabbed Taehyung's arm, attempting to pull him back. "Taehyung! I was drunk, okay? We-"

"So you were drunk. Was he? Or did he touch you when you were clearly not in the right mindset?" Taehyung questioned and Jungkook saw some boys walking past them, wondering why these two were yelling so early in the morning.

"Tae-"

"Did he?" Taehyung asked again and Jungkook shook his head quickly.

"No! No, I let him-" Jungkook said, but Taehyung seemed just as angry and just as intent to go find him. Taehyung ripped Jungkook off his arm and Jungkook felt his gut wrench when he saw Yugyeom with Jimin, near the water fountain.

Taehyung let rage take full control of him and walked over to Yugyeom. Yugyeom and Jimin slowly turned to him and Jungkook, both confused.

"Oh, hey-" Jimin started, but before he could finish, Taehyung slammed Yugyeom against the wall, killer grip on his collar.

"You had the fucking audacity to touch him, you fucking-" Taehyung started and Yugyeom's eyes were widened, face pale, completely confused. Jimin tried to pry Taehyung off Yugyeom, but before he could, Taehyung kneed him right in the stomach.

"I don't want you to look at him, you understand me?" Taehyung yelled, his hand now around Yugyeom's throat. Yugyeom's muscles tightened, and he let out some incoherent words, sounding a lot like please and sorry-

Before Taehyung could go on, he was pulled off. He turned to see who it was and saw Jungkook. Taehyung opened his mouth to say something, but got a harsh slap across his face.

Taehyung stopped, eyes widened. Jimin let out a gasp and Yugyeom looked just as confused. Jungkook looked pissed.

Jimin, smartly, grabbed a hold of Yugyeom and they both rushed out.

"I didn't sleep with him!" Jungkook shouted and saw as Taehyung's face transfixed with confusion and hurt, his cheek stinging. Taehyung's hand went up to his cheek and he instantly felt every ounce of the stupid idiot that he was flood in.

"I couldn't!" Jungkook continued, anger now taking over him. "We couldn't do anything because of you!" Jungkook insisted and Taehyung looked even more confused.

"W-what?"

"Yes, he tried to fuck me- but the poor guy didn't even get a chance to do anything because I screamed out your name! Is that what you wanted to hear?" Jungkook asked, voice sharp and clear in Taehyung's ears.

"But even if he did fuck me. Even if he did see me naked and did do all the things you did to me- what the fuck makes you think you have any right on hurting him?! Last time I checked, I don't belong to you!" Jungkook snapped and Taehyung hesitated.

"B-but Kook, you-you do." Taehyung choked out and Jungkook looked at him with the utmost confusion.

"No, Taehyung. I don't. You made that very clear yesterday. Now, for the love of god, if you can't make me happy by being my boyfriend and telling your pathetic little brain that you might actually be interested in guys; leave me the hell alone." Jungkook hissed.

Jungkook turned around, but before he could, he turned around, giving V one last stare.

"And V? When I told you to never come talk to me again- I meant it." Jungkook uttered and then walked away, leaving Taehyung perplexed, dejected and cheek stinging.