This chapter will get some people PISSEDDDD yeet
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Jungkook dragged his feet along the corridor to his locker and turned the key, trying to open it but the key got stuck. He shook the locker angrily, pulling the key out roughly and slammed it back in. The people around him looked at him weirdly.

"Mind your own fucking business." He snapped at some girl who was standing in front of the locker beside him. She rolled her eyes and huffed at him, then walked away.

Jungkook turned back to his locker, finally being able to open it and shoved some books into his bag. He tried zipping his bag up but the zip got stuck and he pulled at it, annoyed and ended up snapping the keychain off.

He clenched his jaw and closed the door with a bang, sighing, and then leaned his head on the cool metal, hands on either side of his pounding head.

He sighed and closed his eyes, feeling the weakness of his muscles due to the lack of sleep for the past week. Whenever he would try to sleep, all he wpuld think about was Taehyung and he would spend the rest of the night, rolling around in the suddenly spacious bed in hopes of getting some sleep. It didn’t work.

“Hello.” Someone chirped from his side and Jungkook peeked out from behind his hands and saw Jimin leaning beside him, back against the lockers. Jungkook mumbled some barely coherent words and pushed his head back in his arms.

“You look like shit.” Jimin commented, eyeing Jungkook’s tired red eyes, dark circles and paled skin.

“I know.” Jungkook said and stood up straight, flinging his bag over his shoulder. He looked at Jimin but eyes went straight to Taehyung who was standing a bit further away, talking to Jackson.

“Did you not sleep last night either?” Jimin asked and Jungkook shook his head, “I couldn’t.”

“This is not good Jungkook,” Jimin sighed and Jungkook rubbed his face with his hands.

“I know. I know. But I just can’t sleep.” He said and Jimin pursed his lips, looking over his shoulder at Taehyung. “Can you at least try and talk to him?” Jungkook shook his head.

“No.” He stated and started walking away. Jimin ran after him and put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

“You can’t just avoid him forever.” He said.

“Maybe I can. He doesn’t want me around anyways.” Jimin scoffed at Jungkook’s statement.

“You two can barely stay two days without talking to each other and you think you can avoid him forever?” Jungkook sighed.

“It’s different this time. And he hasn’t even tried to talk to me at all for the past week. Not even once.” Jungkook looked over Jimin’s shoulder again to see Taehyung. He was laughing at something Jackson said, looking as if nothing was wrong.

Jimin looked at Taehyung and then Jungkook sadly, “Why don’t you go and talk to him yourself?”

"And let my self respect blow to dust? No thank you." He said, tearing him eyes from Taehyung, who never once even glanced in his direction.

"But-" Jimin opened his mouth to say something gain but Jungkook just clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“No. Just forget it okay.” Jungkook snapped, mostly irritated that Taehyung was so chill about all this.

“I am worried about you Kookie.” Jimin sighed.

“Don’t be. I’m fine.” Jungkook said, patting Jimin’s shoulder. Jimin gave him a pleading look but Jungkook just turned on his heels and walked away, leaving Jimin with a worried expression.

He walked into the classroom and sat in the back seat, plugging his head phones in his ear because there was still a bit of time left until the bell.

It was a Math class which Jungkook and Taehyung had together and always, always, sat together. But now, one of them would just get another seat which would not be next to the other one.

The class filled up when the bell rang, the teacher asking everyone to be quiet. Taehyung wasn’t there yet. Jungkook hoped he wouldn’t come because there were only two empty seats left. One in the first row, directly in front of the teacher’s desk and the other one beside Jungkook. And Taehyung hated sitting in the front seats.

The teacher began teaching and there was no sign of Taehyung still. Jungkook was starting to relax, thinking he really wasn't coming.

But the class room door opened about ten minutes later and Taehyung walked in, scrolling through his phone, his hair and clothes a mess and shirt unbuttoned a bit.

He stood in the doorway for a minute, looking at his phone and not paying attention to either the teacher or the fact the fact that he was interrupting the lesson because everyone was looking at him.

The teacher cleared her throat and banged her ruler against her desk so catch Taehyung’s attention. He reluctantly teared his gaze from his phone and looked at the teacher, raising his eyebrows questioningly.

“Mr. Kim. Firstly you are late to class," She said, banging the ruler to the desk again, "Secondly you are violating the rule of no phones in class.” She motioned to the phone with her ruler and Taehyung rolled his eyes, putting it away, "And thirdly, your state is clearly not acceptable." She circled the air with her ruler, pointing at his clothes.

“Sorry?” He questioned, raising his shoulders, a sheepish smile on his face. The teacher just sighed and asked him to take a seat. Taehyung gave her a boxy smile and took a step forward and then froze, looking at the seating options. Jungkook immediately looked down into his lap.

“Um, Ma’am, can you ask Yugyeom or someone to change their seats?” Taehyung turned to the teacher, who was writing something on the white board.

“No. They sat there first. Sit on the front seat.” She answered without looking away from the white  board.

“But I don’t like sitting on front seats.” Taehyung said and the teacher turned to him, “Then why don’t you go to your usual seat besides Mr. Jeon?” She asked, nodding in Jungkook’s direction. Jungkook looked up, seeing Taehyung scratch the back of his neck, thinking. Their eyes met for a split second and both looked away, immediately.

“I will just sit here.” He said, grumpily throwing his bag onto the front seat and flopping down with a thud. The class gave him weird looks, whispering 'what was that' to their friends, but the teacher started explaining some questions so they turned away.

Jungkook took in a deep breath and gulped, his throat feeling sore and dry. His head was still throbbing harshly. Wow, maybe Taehyung really wanted to avoid him.

He sighed and started copying down everything the teacher wrote, not understanding a single thing. He kept glancing into Taehyung’s direction ever so often but Taehyung never once looked back, staring blankly at the board.

Taehyung was the first one out of the class when the bell rang, picking up his bag and practically yeeting out. Jungkook also picked up his bag, lazily, and headed out to his next class. The whole day went by like that.

He walked with Jimin to lunch, not saying much. There was an empty feeling inside him that was getting unbearable. He sat on the table quietly, just nodding at anything anyone said to him.

“Kook, you have been so quiet lately. And Taehyung hasn’t joined us all week for lunch. Is everything okay?” Jin asked and Jungkook looked up at him.

“Yeah.” He nodded in a small voice, then continued staring at a  peeling sticker on the table.

“Are you sick?” Yoongi asked, putting a hand on his forehead. Jungkook shook his head.

“What’s wrong? You haven’t spoken more than two words to any of us.” Namjoon said softly and Jungkook just looked away.

“I’m fine.” He replied and Jimin leaned in to him.

“Eat something.” He picked up his sandwich and brought it to Jungkook’s lips. Jungkook shook his head, trying to push his hand away.

“Jungkook.” Jimin said sternly and Jungkook gulped, eyeing the chicken sandwich for a sencond before taking a tiny bite. He chewed the thing which tasting bitter in his dry throat. He tried gulping it down but it got stuck in his throat and he started choked. Jimin handed him a bottle of lemonade and Jungkook gulped it down, panting a little.

“I need to use the washroom.” He mumbled before getting up and running to the washroom. He let the door shut behind him and walked to the faucets, putting his hands on the cool marble sink and leaning in, looking down.

His hair fell into his eyes as he gripped the sides of the sink so he threw his head back and closed his eyes, breathing deeply.

Jungkook heard the stall door open behind him and looked up in the mirror. It was Taehyung. Taehyung stopped for a second, looked at Jungkook, and then walked to the sink beside him to wash his hands.

Jungkook gave out an annoyed huff and turned on the tap, splashing the cold water on his face a few times. He rubbed his hands over his face and then through his hair, wetting them and pushing them back. Then pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back against the sink, sighing.

Taehyung turned the tap on and rubbed the soap over his hands, washing them thoroughly while looking at Jungkook.

“Are you sick?” He asked, shaking his hands on his sides to shake the water off.

“Why do you care?” Jungkook snapped, eyes closed and water dripping off his face into the drain.

“I was just asking.” Taehyung rolled his eyes and Jungkook rolled his too.

“You don’t need to ask. I don’t need you to take pity on me.” He said, running his fingers through the cool water again and then splashing it on his face.

“As a human, I was just fulfilling my duties. No need to be bitchy about everything.” Taehyung snapped back, grabbing a tissue from a box and dabbing it over his hands.

“I am being bitchy? You are the one whose being an asshole.” Jungkook scoffed, glaring at him and Taehyung squinted his eyes, tilting his head to a side.

“I didn’t even do anything!” He scoffed, “Why do you always have to create so much drama?”

“Yeah right, you didn’t do anything. You are such an angel sent from heaven.” Jungkook rolled his eyes, causing Taehyung to purse his lips in annoyance.

“And I am not creating any drama. It’s you who can’t get his head around the little fact you are the one that’s wrong.” Taehyung clenched his jaw and stepped closer to Jungkook.

“How the fuck am I wrong?"He gritted his teeth and looked at Jungkook, "You are the one who bitches around all day long."

Jungkook huffed out in annoyance, looking around in anger, “Well, you are a self-centered prick." He said, "You don’t care about anything but sex and playing around with people do you?”

“Why the fuck do you care if I sleep around with people?” Taehyung asked, taking another step forward.

“Maybe because I was one of those people.” Jungkook snapped back at him and Taehyung snickered.

“Like you weren’t the one who was begging me to fuck you. Like you weren’t the one who wanted my dick up his ass. Like you-“

Jungkook raised his hand and slapped Taehyung across the face, the sound echoing in the empty washroom. Taehyung looked down and then heard Jungkook sniff so he looked up, features softening a bit.

“And you didn’t had any part in it? You were the one who started this didn’t you? You kissed me first! Didn’t you?” Jungkook breathed out, tears swimming in his eyes, “Yet you are here making me seem like a fucking slut.” He shouted and pushed Taehyung back, making Taehyung angry again.

“Why didn’t you stop me then?” Taehyung shouted, jaw clenched tightly, “Why did you offer to kiss me again after that?”

“B-because I liked that, I didn't want to stop you. But if I had known you would just use me after that, trust me, I would never have done that.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I didn’t fucking use you?” Taehyung slammed his hand on the marble sink and looked at Jungkook with a mixture of anger and annoyance.

“Well you go and fuck every single girl you see just after you had sex with me. What does that sound like to you?” Jungkook asked, pursing his lips.

“I said I am not going to stop hooking up with others just because of you. We are not dating Jungkook. I don’t like you okay? Whatever this is, going on between us, this means nothing.” Taehyung clarified, voice harsh and Jungkook breathed out looking away, "Don't expect me to change my ways just because of you."

“Then why don’t you stop hooking up me? No one would be bitching to you then.” Jungkook whispered in a really small voice.

“You- what?” Taehyung began to say something but then stopped, frowning at Jungkook. “You-you want us to stop?” His voice dropping to a whisper, his expression changing into a shocked and confused one.

“Yeah.” Jungkook mumbled, turning away to walk out but Taehyung stepped forward, grabbing his hand.

“Jungkook. I-I can’t- I don’t want us to stop.” He said, looking into Jungkook’s eyes with a pleading look.

“Why not? You will lose one of your sex toys?” Jungkook pulled his arm back. Taehyung tsked in an irritated way, running a hand through his hair.

“You are not a- just- just shut up okay.” Taehyung gripped the sides of the sink with his bands, breathing deeply.

“Why should I shut up? You should shut up and listen. For the whole entire week I have been thinking about you. You didn’t call me or texted me once. You didn’t talk to me once. You ignored me and avoided me and pretended like everything was okay.” Jungkook said, turning Taehyung around harshly and poked his finger at his chest, tear slipping out of his eye.

“Don’t you care even a little bit. You told me I am your best friend didn’t you? Then how are you are so chill about of this? Can you let me go just like that? Without even  trying to apologize once?" Jungkook pushed Taehyung back with every question that left his mouth.

"I get that you are straight and all Taehyung but you do sleep with me. Don’t you think I have some rights too? Don’t you think-“

Taehyung grabbed Jungkook by his waist and pulled him in, pressing their lips together to shut him up. Jungkook froze as he felt Taehyung’s warm lips against his own after a long time, moving softly. He didn't kiss back though and Taehyung pulled away a second later, lips still brushing against Jungkook’s, both of their eyes closed.

“You cant-“ Jungkook whispered, trying to push him away but Taehyung clapped his hand to his mouth and held him tighter, forehead pressed against Jungkook’s.

“Just be quiet.” He whispered. So Jungkook shut up, his hands pressed against Taehyung’s chest and his forehead resting against Taehyung’s.

“I’m sorry. Even though it was not my fault, I am sorry.” Taehyung said, sliding his hands away from Jungkook’s lips and Jungkook tsked still leaning against him.

“I was all your fault.” He said and Taehyung hummed.

“If I say it was my fault would you forgive me?” He asked and Jungkook slid his hands over Taehyung’s neck, “I don't know. Try it.”

“I admit it was all my fault. And I am sorry, really sorry. Please forgive me? I didn't mean to make you cry. I hate seeing you cry.” Taehyung nudged his nose against Jungkook’s.

“I don’t forgive you.” Jungkook whispered against his lips, pecking them lightly. Taehyung pulled back a little and hid his face in Jungkook’s neck, breathing in his scent.

“What can I do to make you forgive me?” He asked and Jungkook hummed. “I haven’t slept at all for the past week. Sleep with me?” Taehyung looked up and smiled then pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s lips.

“Thank god. I haven’t slept either. Lets go.” He said and took Jungkook’s arm, dragging him out of the washroom.

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“Is your mom home?” Taehyung asked, peeking in through the front door.

“I don’t think so. She goes out with her friends at this time.” Jungkook opened the door and called out for his mom. No answer.

“Good.” Taehyung stepped forward and picked Jungkook up bridal style, a hand on his back and another one under his thighs. Jungkook squeaked out loud and held onto Taehyung’s neck.

“What was that for?” Jungkook asked and Taehyung looked at him.

“It was the faster way.” He shrugged and pressed his lips to Jungkook’s. Jungkook kissed him back and then pulled away after a while.

“It so wasn’t.” Jungkook giggled and Taehyung just shrugged again, carrying the light boy in his arms.

Taehyung carried him up the stairs and into his room then walked over to the bed and set him down. He locked the door and turned to Jungkook, who was blinking up at him with wide eyes, asking for something.

“What?” Taehyung smiled at his cute doe eyed stare and Jungkook raised his hands over his head.

“I want to sleep in my boxers.” Taehyung chuckled and slid his shirt off his arms, throwing it to one side. He bent down and unzipped his pants, sliding them off and discarding them to the corner too, leaving Jungkook in his boxers.

“Take off yours too.” Jungkook whined and Taehyung leaned down, pressing a kiss to his pouty lips while unbuttoning his button down shirt. Jungkook kissed him back, one hand on Taehyung’s cheeks while the other unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants.

Taehyung kicked them off and got into the bed with Jungkook. Jungkook fluffed up the pillows and got down, pulling the covers to his chin.

They laid on their sides of the bed, Taehyung staring at the ceiling and Jungkook staring at the wall and then-

“Taehyungie I still can’t sleep. This is not comfortable enough.” Jungkook whined and Taehyung turned to his side.

“Just this once okay?” He said, lifting up the covers. Jungkook grinned and slid into his arms, burying his face into Taehyung’s warmth.

Taehyung wrapped his hands around Jungkook’s body, pulling him closer and put his chin on his head. Fuck- they were cuddling and he kinda liked it. No, he really liked it.

“Better?” He asked softly and Jungkook looked up from his chest and smiled brightly.

“Much better.” Taehyung cupped Jungkook’s face and clasped their lips in place, moving gracefully in sync. Jungkook leaned up wards , kissing Taehyung harder. They stayed like that for a while, in each others arms while their lips moved fluidly together.

Taehyung pulled away to catch a breath and looked into Jungkook’s eyes.

“Do you really think I don’t care about you?” He asked and Jungkook shook his head.

“I think you do care.” He smiled, "Do you really think I hate you?" He asked and Taehyung shook his head this time.

“No. I know you don’t.” He said bumping his nose against Jungkook’s, “Do you really think I am using you?”

Jungkook shook his head again, “No.”

“Do you really think I want this all to stop?” Jungkook said, tracing a finger down Taehyung’s jaw to his chest.

“Never.” Taehyung said and kissed Jungkook. Jungkook put a hand on his neck, pulling him closer and pressing their tongues together, simply getting lost into each other after a week of craving.

“I don’t want all of this to ever stop.. I will never leave you Baby. Never.” Taehyung said, pulling away.

"Me neither." Jungkook whispered and hid his face in Taehyung’s chest.

It was all so perfect, like it was meant to be, their legs tangled in bed, fingers laced together and breathing into each others scent. Taehyung felt the empty feeling that he had been feeling in his chest for the past week fade away as he held Jungkook and Jungkook felt the empty feeling fade away as he felt Taehyung’s arms holding him.

Taehyung looked down at Jungkook, who blinked his pretty eyes up at him and then Taehyung smiled, tipping his head down and kissing him. Then pulled back, looked at Jungkook and kissed him again. Jungkook giggled as Taehyung continued to peck kisses to his lips.

“I missed you so much.” he whispered, making Jungkook blush and hide his face again.

“I missed you so much too Taehyungie.” Jungkook mumbled, hands gliding over Taehyung’s skin. Taehyung chuckled at him fondly.

“You are so cute, so fucking pretty.” Taehyung whispered in his ear and Jungkook felt a shiver run through his body, "Stop." He giggled and Taehyung felt a tingling sensation erupt in his stomach.

“My pretty little Princess.” Taehyung felt Jungkook kiss his collar bone lightly and smiled, pulling the boy close and nuzzling into his warmth.

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Yeah yeah, there will be angst. This was just the beginning. I want Taekook to spend a bit more time together and then...*evil laugh*

And yall are literally commenting in either paragraphs or single words which means... i got you pissed.