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Taehyung was out as soon as the class ended.

He quickly picked up his bag and dashed away, scurrying past the people in the hallway without looking back. Jungkook ran after him.

"Taehyung." Jungkook called out, trying to walk past the tons of people leaving their classrooms, "Tae, wait."

Taehyung didn't hear him, or pretended not to, and walked away, pushing some freshman kid out of his way and making him bump against the wall harshly.

Jungkook glanced up at Taehyung helplessly, seeing him carelessly shove more people aside as he stormed away. He looked at the boy who was on the floor and ran up to him.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asked, taking the boy's hand and helping him up.

"I'm- I'm fine. Thanks." The guy mumbled, leaning down to rub his knee. Jungkook looked at him and saw a scratch on his elbow which was bleeding lightly.

"O-oh you are bleeding." Jungkook said, pointing at his elbow. The guy hummed, looking at the cut. Jungkook looked at him, "I have some wipes, you can use them." He said, pulling out a packet of wipes from his bag.

He pulled one out and dabbed it against the bleeding skin. The boy looked up at Jungkook with a small smile, "Thanks- wait, aren't you Jungkook? The one who..." He trailed off.

Jungkook gulped at him, "Y-yeah. I- uh-"

"I really like you." The guy blurted out, then turned red when he realized how it sounded. Jungkook looked at him with furrowed brows, "Huh?"

"I-I mean- I heard you are a really nice guy and you came out to your friends but someone else heard and well, you know. It takes a lot of courage to deal with that right?" He asked. Jungkook smiled brightly, "Yes. Thank you."

"I'm Greyson, by the way. Freshman." He said, holding his hand out to shake Jungkook's. Jungkook looked down at his own hands. One was holding the packet of wipes and one was holding a wipe, cleaning away the boy's arm.

"Nice to meet you Greyson but I can't really shake your hand now." Jungkook giggled. Greyson pursed his lips, pulling his hand back, "Yeah, my bad. Wow- you really are nice. And the guy who pushed me, didn't even look back let alone say sorry. Bloody asshole."

Jungkook glanced uo at him and gulped, "Um I'm really sorry for his behavior. He- he is not a rude person, I swear." Jungkook said as he cleaned the kid up, "He is nice and sweet and-"

"Ew Greyson, what are you doing with the fag?" Some guy asked as he walked up to Greyson and flung his arm across his shoulder.

Jungkook paused and blinked up at him and the guy gave him a disgusted look, "Stay away from my friends you queer." He snarked, chuckling like he just made the funniest joke ever.

"N-no I wasn't doing anything. I-I'm sorry, I was just-"

"Shut up." The guy snapped. Jungkook looked down, "Sorry." He replied, feeling small. Greyson looked at his friend, "He is actually a nice guy Carl, he helped me-"

"Doesn't stop him from being a fag." The guy snickered.

Jungkook gulped heavily, feeling the lump in his throat that always arose when he would be on the verge of crying.

"S-sorry. I'll leave. I'm sorry." Jungkook said quickly turning around and trying to walk away. But someone grabbed his bag and made him turn back around.

"Uh huh, were are you going?" Someone asked Jungkook, as Jungkook was turned back to face the two boys. Jungkook looked down, tears in his eyes.

"You are not going anywhere Jungkook." Another one said and Jungkook breathed deeply, blinking his tears away.

"Not until this guy apologizes." Jackson said as he slid his arm over Jungkook's shoulder. Mark hummed, putting his hands in his pockets and glared at the boy, with angered eyes.

"No Mark, Jackson it's fine. He- he doesn't have to-" Jungkook began.

"Say sorry." Jackson growled, glaring at the guy.

The boy snickered loudly, "Why? I am not apologizing to this- this thing." He spat, pointing at Jungkook. Jungkook looked down, a tiny gasp leaving his lips.

Jungkook felt Jackson's hands rub his shoulder lightly and saw Mark coiling his hands to fists, trying to stay calm, "Apologize." Mark said in a calm voice, biting the inside of his cheek.

"Carl, just say sorry." Greyson mumbled, looking between Jackson and his friends with big eyes.

"I will not-"

"What's going on here?" Jimin asked as he and Yoongi made their way up to them. Some people paused and looked, mainly because they were crowding around in the middle of the hallway.

Jackson turned to them, "This guy- what's your name kiddo? Carl right?" He asked. The boy looked a bit hesitant before answering, "Y-yes."

"Yeah, so this thing is saying that he will not apologize for Jungkook for calling him a fag." Jackson snickered and Jimin widened his eyes, looking amused "Oh really?" He gasped, making way towards Carl and throwing his hand across his shoulder.

A lot of people stopped now looking confused when they saw and Mark, Jackson with Jungkook and Jimin and yoongi by their side.

Carl tried to push him away but Jimin tightened his hold around his neck, looking as calm as ever.

"Jungkookie, look up please." Jimin said softly. Jungkook looked up, a small giggle leaving his lips as he saw Carl's, now terrified, face. Jimin gave him a small eye smile and turned back to Carl.

"You are not going to apologize?" Jimin asked, looking at him from the side, his voice lowering. Carl gulped, not meeting Jimin's eyes, "N-no."

"No?" Yoongi said, tilting his head to the side. Carl gulped and shook his head.

Jackson scoffed and whipped his phone out, "I'm just gonna call Jaebum and Chanyeol and Baekhyun and Namjoon and Jin and Hoseok and Myon-"

"YO! Jackson bro, Mark bro, Jimin bro, Yoongi bro, Jungkook br- baby. Hi." Myon yelled as he jogged up to the lot, waving his arms over his head.

Myon looked at Greyson, "Hi..."

"Greyson." Greyson said, extending his arm out. Myon shook it, smiling brightly. Myon turned to Carl, "And you are?"

"I'm- I'm sorry." Carl stammered.

Myon gave him a bright smile, "Yo sorry bro. I'm Myon." He said, extending his hand to shake Carl's.

Jimin snickered and slapped Myon's hand away, letting Carl go. "Myon shut up. And you," Jimin looked at Carl, "Say I'm sorry for calling you a fag Jungkook."

Jungkook looked at Jimin, "Hyung its-"

"Mister sorry, you called Jungkook a what?" Myon asked, looking at Carl. Carl glanced at him, "M-my name is Carl." He stuttered. Jimin clicked his tongue, "We will have introductions later. Say what I told you to say."

"I-I am sorry for- for calling you a fag Jungkook." He stammered, looking down. Jimin hummed.

"Say I will not call you names ever again." Jackson continued, looking at Carl with darkened eyes. There were a few murmurs from the crowd, wondering why Jackson was with Jungkook.

Carl tugged at the straps of his bag, looking uncomfortable with so many people staring at him, "I will not- not call you names ever- ever again."

"Because Jungkook doesn't deserve this." Yoongi growled.

"B-because Jungkook doesn't deserve t-this." Carl repeated, looking really flustered and small under everyone's gaze.

"Because Jungkook is the cutest, nicest, kindest person ever." Mark said and Myon raised his hand, "And a baby." He added, nodding to himself.

"B-because, because-" Carl stammered, turning redder and redder. He looked at Jungkook and then own at the floor, shuffling his feet together.

"It's fine Carl. You can go now." Jungkook smiled at him, breaking out into a smile. Carl nodded quickly and turned around walking away, running away more like.

Greyson gave one look to Jungkook, "Your friends are so cool." He whispered and then ran away too.

Jackson looked at Mark. Mark looked at Jimin. Jimin looked at Yoongi, Yoongi looked at Myon. Everyone turned to look at Jungkook. There was complete silence in the hallway, no one knowing what to do and then-

Jungkook burst out laughing. Everyone instantly started cracking up too, laughter immediately spreading across the silent hallway.

"You-I hate you guys. You all so scary- that-that poor kid was-so, so scared- oh my god." Jungkook hiccupped, covering his mouth with his hand.

Jimin stumbled up to him, throwing his head back, eyes closed from how hard he was laughing, "F-fuck his- his face was priceless." He managed to get out and started laughing again.

"We- we are so gonna so this every time someone calls Jungkook something." Mark laughed, putting his head on Jackson's shoulder. Jackson leaned against the wall, a hand over his chest to control his laughs, "Fuck yes. Yes."

Yoongi had his hands on his knees, shaking from all the laughing. Myon was slapping his back, trying to stop his own laughs. Everyone was just laughing madly in the middle of the hallway, the people around them giving their weird looks.

"Jackson. Mark. I'm starting to like you guys now." Jimin laughed, high fiving them both.

Jungkook giggled then sniffed, his eyes suddenly turning teary. He pressed a hand to his eyes and let out a sigh, "Thank you all so much. I- oh god, I love you guys." He said, wiping his tears away.

"You need to learn to stand up for yourself too." Myon said, hugging Jungkook's waist from the back. Jungkook put his hands over Myon's, humming lightly.

"Do you guys wanna hang out sometime? Let's go to a restaurant or something, all... thirteen of us." Jungkook suggested, looking at Mark. Mark nodded but Jimin clicked his tongue.

"All twelve of us. Taehyung is not invited." Jimin said, shaking his head.

Jungkook looked at him, "Why not? Why don't you tell me what he said?" He asked and then suddenly Jungkook was left alone in the hallway.

Jimin suddenly wanted Myon to help him with a chemistry homework so he dragged him away. Jackson and Mark had an urgent meeting in the janitor's closet and hurried away. And Yoongi simply vanished off the face of Earth.

Jungkook sighed and took his phone out because he had to find a certain someone and convince them to meet up. For the project yeah, nothing else

Jeon Jungkook
Where are you?
Tae?
We need to talk
About the project
Seen

I know you can see my messages
Taehyung!
Tae?!?!
Seen

Stop leaving me on seen
Seen

I will come to your place at 4 today.

We will work on the project together.

My Taetae 💜
no

Jeon Jungkook
Then come to mine.
4 pm sharp.

My Taetae 💜
no

Jeon Jungkook
Yes

My Taetae 💜
fuck off
m not working with you

Jeon Jungkook
Okay I know you want me to stay away from you and all
But we need to do this project together
It won't hurt to meet up with me just for studying.

My Taetae 💜
idc

Jeon Jungkook
Why r u texting like this?

My Taetae 💜
coz idc

Jeon Jungkook
Okayy come to my place today
We need to work
Please

My Taetae 💜
no

Jeon Jungkook
My parents are not home if that's what you're implying
You won't have to face them

They won't even say anything to you if they see you anyways

My Taetae 💜
k

Jeon Jungkook
Okiee 😀😀😁
I'll be waiting
4 right?
Great
Seen

Oh was he excited, nervous, anxious? Well, he dropped his phone down on the ground at the 'k' soo...

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Jungkook was sitting on his bed, nervously biting the back of his thumb as he stared at the clock, shaking his legs impatiently. It was five minutes until four and Taehyung was still not there.

Jungkook got up from the bed and started pacing across his room, glancing at the clock every second. Four minutes until four. He kept staring at the clock. Three minutes. Two minutes.

Jungkook walked across the room to his dresser and picked up a water bottle, unscrewing the cap. He pressed the bottle against his mouth, eyes on the clock. He gulped all of the water down. One minute.

Jungkook kept glaring at the clock.

4:00 PM.

He peeked out of the window at the street. Empty. Jungkook hissed, rubbing his hands together, the anxiety building up in his stomach. He started pacing across the room again, getting more and more nervous.

4:03 PM.

He took out his phone to check if Taehyung had messaged him or called him. Nothing. He flung his phone on the bed, sighing angrily.

4:09 PM.

Jungkook went up to the window and pressed his face against the glass, looking into the street. Still empty. Jungkook huffed out in annoyance and sat down on the bed, crossing his arms over his chest.

He looked at the clock again.

4:17 PM.

"Oh fuck you." Jungkook mumbled, throwing his arms over his head and dropping down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He glanced at the clock again and then back at the window.

"Taehyung I swear to god-"

The doorbell rang.

Jungkook shot up from the bed, throwing his bedroom door open and skipped down the stairs. He tripped on the second last step and tumbled down on the wooden floor, landing on his butt.

Jungkook groaned and waddled up to the door, rubbing his ass. He dusted down his jeans and ran a hand over his shirt to smooth out the creases, making sure he was looking presentable.

Jungkook giggled to himself. It's not like Taehyung hadn't seen him with his morning puffy face and croaky voice and messy hair. Taehyung had seen him in all states.

For example when he would be crying, eyes all red and nose all runny. When we would be a mess. A MESS mess. Taehyung had always just bopped his nose, hugged him and told him he looked cute, pretty, perfect.

And oh my god when-okay. Okay, whatever Jungkook, Taehyung is waiting at the door.

Jungkook opened the door and peeked out, a smile reaching his face when he saw Taehyung standing there in a plain black shirt and dark pants. He had his bag slung loosely over his shoulder and was busy texting on his phone.

"Hello." Jungkook chirped, holding the door open for Taehyung. Taehyung didn't reply, didn't even look up as he walked in, eyes never leaving his phone screen.

"You are late." Jungkook said, looking at Taehyung.

Taehyung hummed in response, typing away with his hair falling into his eyes, covering almost half of his face. Jungkook sighed.

"You can at least say hello." He mumbled. Taehyung looked up at him with a raised brow. Jungkook blinked at him cutely.

"Hello." Taehyung said, his deep raspy voice sending tingles down Jungkook's body. Fuck- he wanted Taehyung to take him right there.

"Hi." Jungkook squeaked out, breaking into a wide grin. Taehyung rolled his eyes and turned back to his phone but Jungkook could have sworn he saw a hint of a smile.

"Where are we studying?" Taehyung asked.

"My room, where else?" Jungkook said, making his way up the stairs. Taehyung followed him up, sitting on the edge of the bed and throwing his bag to the side.

Jungkook looked at him for a second, seeing how he was just busy staring at his phone, licking his lips ever so often. Wow.

Jungkook shook his head. Taehyung was here to study. Study! But damn it, it had been so long since Jungkook had had him in his house, in his room, on his bed. All he wanted was to tear his clothes off his body and- STUDY!

Jungkook cleared his throat, trying to get Taehyung attention. Taehyung ignored him.

"No phones allowed." Jungkook said loudly, walking up and standing beside Taehyung. Taehyung looked at him and then back down at his phone.

"I said no phones allowed mister." Jungkook repeated, placing his hands on his waist. Taehyung rolled his eyes and threw his phone to the side. Then looked at Jungkook, "Good?"

Jungkook nodded, climbing onto the bed and sitting down with his legs crossed. He picked up his bag and took out a notebook and a pen. Taehyung watched him.

"What do we have to do?" Taehyung asked, watching as Jungkook wrote a large 'History Project' on top of the page.

Jungkook hummed, pulling his laptop onto his lap and switching it on.

"We have to do a research on the inventions made in the ninety's." Jungkook answered. Taehyung looked at him, brows furrowed "No, no no. I'm pretty sure it was the inventions of the twenty second century."

"No it wasn't. Twenty second century isn't even here yet." Jungkook replied, searching up 'the coolest inventions of the 90's.'

"We have to research on the inventions that will be happening. That's what the teacher said." Taehyung said as he peeked over into the laptop and deleted whatever Jungkook was typing.

Jungkook looked at him with a pout, "You weren't even listening to the teacher so shut up and let me do the work." He snapped and started typing again.

Taehyung tilted his head to the side, placing his hands into his lap, "I was listening. I always pay attention in class." He stated with a blank face. Jungkook looked at him, amused, "Yeah and you got an a plus for your exams."

"I got an A plus, two actually. Don't you remeber? The day when-" Taehyung began but Jungkook clicked his tongue, "I was looking at you and you had your head down the entire time. Now shut up." Jungkook mumbled. Taehyung leaned in a d deleted everything again.

"Why were you looking at me?" He asked. Jungkook looked up and blinked, turning a bit red, "Oh um- I-I wasnt- I didn't mean it like that." He stammered, flustered.

Taehyung looked away, "Yeah. Why would you look at me when you have someone else to stare at." He mumbled to himself but Jungkook heard him and cocked his head to the side.

"Excuse me? Is it wrong for me to look at the teacher in class now?" He asked, looking at Taehyung with squinted eyes. Taehyung frowned, "I wasn't talking about the- the - well yeah, it's wrong."

"What do you mean it's wrong?" Jungkook frowned, "We are supposed to look at the teacher." He snapped. Taehyung rolled his eyes, "You are not supposed to do anything. Just look at the damn whiteboard. Why stare at the fucking teacher?"

"Taehyung, our teacher is a fifty two year old lady who has a deflated balloon for a body. Why do you think I wpuld check her out? Why- why are you getting jealous at the thought of me checking her out?" Jungkook asked, putting laptop to the side.

Taehyung huffed in annoyance, looking out of the window, "I am not getting jealous." He grumbled, a frown etched upon his face. Jungkook scoffed, "You so are."

"Why the fuck would I be jealous Jeon? It's not like I like you or anything." Taehyung snapped. Jungkook paused for a second the gulped, "Either you have a crush on the teacher or you do like me." He concluded.

Taehyung rose his brows then nodded, "Yeah. I totally have a crush on the teacher. Why would I like you?" He said. Jungkook looked at him, "Tae, do you realize it hurts me when you say that right."

Taehyung let out a dry chuckle, rubbing his knees with his palms, "Does it look like I care? When you sure as hell don't care when you hurt me."

Jungkook frowned, "When have I ever hurt you?" He asked. Taehyung shook his head. Jungkook sighed, "Tae, I would never hurt you. You know I lov-"

"Shut up. Stop lying. You don't." Taehyung snapped, running a hand through his hair and flopping down on the bed, head thrown back. He brought his hands up to his fave and groaned.

"What are you saying? I didn't lie-" Jungkook began but Taehyung cut him off, "Jungkook just shut up and- go stare at the teacher or something." He snapped.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, "Do you seriously have a crush on the teacher? Because you are really making me think that you do now, with the way you are acting."

"I dont have a crush on anyone. Just- let's just do the project." Taehyung mumbled, picking the laptop off the bed and setting it on his lap. Jungkook sighed, "What is it Tae?" He asked softly.

Taehyung breathed out slowly and gulped, "Nothing." He said, closing his eyes. Jungkook scotted closer to him and took the laptop from his hands, putting it away.

"Say it. I know it's not about the teacher- I don't know why we brought her up in the first place but, are you okay?" Jungkook said, looking at Taehyung.

"I'm fine." Taehyung grumbled, sighing and leaning his face in his hands. Jungkook reached out and lifted his chin up with his finger.

"Just tell me. Stop keeping things from me Taehyung." He whispered.

Taehyung gulped, "Jungkook..." He trailed off, staring into Jungkook's eyes.

"Yes?" Jungkook answered, feeling the same blooming feeling in his heart that he always had when he looked into Taehyung's dark shimmery eyes.

Taehyung let out a breath.

Then leaned in and pressed their lips together.

Jungkook squeaked out in surprise and placed his hands on Taehyung's shoulders, pushing him away.

"What?" Taehyung asked softly, hands on Jungkook's thighs.

"You-You can't just kiss me after pushing me away. You don't get to do that. You told me we were over and made out with every single girl there is and now you can't just come here and kiss me." Jungkook squeaked out, cheeks all red.

Taehyung rolled his eyes and got up from the bed, "Okay then, I'll just get going-"

"N-no." Jungkook cried, hating how desperate he sounded but he couldn't care less.

He quickly took Taehyung's hand and pulled him back down on the bed, making him tumble on top of him. Taehyung cocked his eyebrow at Jungkook and Jungkook let out a little whimper, reaching up and clasping their lips together.

Taehyung smirked into the kiss, leaning up and moving his lips against Jungkook's, placing his hands on the small of his waist. Jungkook moaned, literally moaned just by the feel of Taehyung's lips against his'.

It felt surreal, so fucking amazing. It had been so long since they had had their lips over each other and it was so, so amazing. Jungkook felt like floating in the air, head whirring and buzzing around in pleasure.

The feeling of home, of craving for home for weeks and weeks of torture and then finally getting it, that's what it felt like. The feeling of getting something you really wanted, something you have been craving for days.

Taehyung moved his lips against Jungkook, tugging at his bottom lip and causing a low whimper to escape his lips. Jungkook slid his hands into Taehyung's hair, tugging at them lightly.

Taehyung tipped his head down, trailing his lips down Jungkook's neck, his hands roaming down Jungkook's sides. Jungkook wrapped his legs around Taehyung's waist.

"Tae." Jungkook whined, tugging him up. Taehyung hummed, looking down at Jungkook. Jungkook cupped his cheeks, "W-want you. Now. Fuck me p-please." He whispered.

Taehyung let out a light chuckle, kissing Jungkook again, pressing theor tongues together. Things got messy quickly, Taehyung's hands quickly trailing to Jungkook's pants and-

The door of the bedroom opened.

Taehyung froze. Jungkook paused and peeked at the door from under Taehyung.

"Jungkook are you- oh my god. I'm so sorry." Naeun cried out, clapping a hand to her mouth. She quickly shut the door and ran away.

Taehyung sighed, breathing heavily, and pressed his forehead against the side of Jungkook's head.

"I thought your parents were away." Taehyung whispered against his cheek. Jungkook gulped, "I-I am sorry. I just wanted you to come here because I-I miss you so much and -and you have been avoiding me and-"

"Okay." Taehyung mumbled, getting up from over Jungkook.

Jungkook looked at him, quickly grabbing his hand, "Tae, please don't go." He pleaded, the desperation evident in his voice. Taehyung looked at him and slid his arm away, "I have to."

"Why? Can't you just stay? We can even be friends with benefits again if you want-" Jungkook said, getting up from the bed.

"I don't want to be friends with benefits with you Jungkook. I thought I already made it clear." Taehyung said calmly, picking his bag off the floor.

"Why did you kiss me then? If you don't want to have anything to do with me?" Jungkook asked, walking closer to Taehyung. Taehyung stepped back, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. My bad. Forget about it."

"I can't just forget about it. I have been wanting you for so long and I don't want to be without you Tae-" Jungkook cried as Taehyung opened his bedroom door, walking out.

"Jungkook I don't want to be with you." Taehyung said over his shoulder, walking down the stairs. Jungkook grabbed his hand, turning him around, "Okay but-but don't go."

"I have to go." Taehyung answered, pulling his arm away, "I'm sorry I kissed you today, I didn't mean to- I-I just got distracted." He said, walking to the front door without looking at Jungkook's mom.

Jungkook ran after him, "But Tae, it was nice. Don't you think? It was really-"

"It wasn't." Taehyung answered. Jungkook looked away, "Oh. Um- b-but-" He mumbled, fiddling with his fingers. Taehyung sighed, "Jungkook I really have to go. Just please- stay away from me." Taehyung said before running out of the door.

Jungkook looked at him and sighed, "I won't. I know you want me too Tae, or else you wouldn't have kissed me. I won't stay away. You cant make me." He mumbled, walking back into his house.

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What do you think will happen next? Should I give a hint....nah. nope. Wait. 😋