[ 37. let me go ]
J E O N G G U K ⚠️

trigger warning:
descriptions of an anxiety attack

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"C'mon kid, tell us. Tell us all your thoughts," All of them are staring at him now. Jeongguk's fingers curl into fists and having no other choice, he walks up.

He stands in front of their small circle, the nerves he's been trying to tame within him coming undone. All of their eyes are on him, waiting. Jeongguk inhales slowly. His heart is racing in his chest, and his fingers; they shake with each passing second.

"When you're ready son," Richards says. His tone is meant to be comforting, but Jeongguk knows this man doesn't want to comfort him. He gulps and carefully unfolds the paper he takes out of his back pocket.

Jeongguk glances down at his speech, smoothing the creases with his thumbs. For some reason his writing looks messier and the words seem to tumble off the page. Days he's been writing this stupid speech, yet as he rereads it in his mind it feels insufficient. It's shorter than what he remembers.

"Anytime Jeongguk. We're waiting to help you," Walter speaks out this time, the gruffness in his voice not at all easing Jeongguk's jitters. He nods stiffly, clearing his throat.

"I didn't know I had an attraction for other boys. I didn't really imagine things with them or thought much about it until now," He peers up at Richards and Walter from time to time, wondering what they're thinking about while they hear him talk.

"Then I met this boy five almost six months ago. I've been to his home, slept in his bed with him and k-kissed him," Jeongguk says, struggling to keep his voice steady with their stares poking holes into his skin. It's like he's being stripped to the bone, exposing himself for all of them to see.

"And for these thoughts and actions I wish for God's forgiveness—," Jeongguk's voice grows louder. The panic that rushes up his throat chokes him up until Richards holds his palm out. He stops. Everyone stops and all Jeongguk can hear is his heart in his ears.

"Jeongguk, God doesn't appreciate liars. None of that correlates to your confession," Richards steps forward, his brows furrowed and arms pressed over his chest. Jeongguk frowns.

"You told me my confession is p-private," Jeongguk stammers, the skin between his eyebrows crinkling. Richards opens his mouth to speak. "No, you told me that was private. Private means I c-can't share it," Jeongguk shakes his head.

"Son, we just need you to be honest. God sees all, Jeongguk. You can't hide from him. Privacy doesn't exist in his name," Richards says. Jeongguk presses his lips together, chewing the skin between his teeth. He crumples the paper in his fist, forgetting about it.

"But I am being honest," He says louder, frustration crinklimg his features. "I'm not hiding anything."

"Then why aren't you telling us about that Taehyung kid?" Richards asks, his tone remaining calm, flat. Jeongguk eyes widen slightly, his words slapping him across his face. He gulps again, though this time he finds it harder to swallow.

"I did sir. I told you the entire truth," It's a good lie that slips past Jeongguk's tongue. The words that seem to tangle the muscle in his mouth come out shakily, the confident facade Jeongguk tries to uphold falling with each second.

"Everyone here has said the truth Jeongguk. Why do you keep hiding things from us? We're supposed to help you," Richards blinks, gesturing at Jeongguk and to the group. Jeongguk doesn't dare glance at them. He stares at Richard, his hands trembling by his sides.

"Help me? You're not helping us," Jeongguk spits out. Richards flinches, his eyebrows raising, not at all expecting that from him. Jeongguk didn't either yet it feels right. It feels right to speak up.

"Jeongguk, please. Tell the truth," Richards repeats for the umpteenth time. Jeongguk clenches his jaw, hesitating to respond with something as he averts his gaze to the ground. Everyone's dead silent, waiting for him to speak.

"If you don't know what to talk about, then how about you tell us about this Jason kid. Your dad told me about him," Richards asks, and that's when Jeongguk can feel something snap inside of him.

"Y-You can't ask that. T-That isn't my sin to tell," He whips his head up, his stomach dropping and his heart.

He can feel his heart shattering and his thoughts slipping to that moment he's spent days trying so hard to forget. All of that progress, his own efforts, are lost. Gone.

"It's okay to be angry Jeongguk," Richards coos, the way he talks to him like some child only irritating him further. However, Jeongguk stands his ground, willing himself to stay calm knowing he just wants his reaction to prove his therapy right.

"M'not angry sir. I'm just telling you that isn't my sin to tell and there's no way I'm going to tell you that," Jeongguk raises his voice, the words he didn't know how to say at first now rushing out. Richards steps forward, holding his hand out to again.

"Jeongguk, the only way we can help you is to know," Richard starts, but Jeongguk scoffs loudly, cuttting him off. "It's okay to be angry son—,"

"—I'm not angry! You won't help me. None of this is helping me," He shouts, his breathing rapid and his heart thumping erratically in his chest. Richards and Walter don't say a thing, the two exchanging looks before Richards runs a hand down his face, sighing.

"Get the chair," a helper by the side scurries across the room and pulls out a foldable chair. Richards gestures at Jeongguk to sit, and he does.

"Channel that anger and pretend this seat right here is Taehyung. He's the one who put you here. He's the one who made you like that, so tell him. Tell him you hate him," Richards gestures to the chair he pulls up. Jeongguk shakes his head, shooting out of his seat.

"S-sir you don't understand. I don't hate him," Jeongguk's brows furrow together. He feels the guy's hand on his shoulder but he instantly throws his hand aside, recoiling away from him as if he's touched something hot.

"Then you're angry. Shout at him kid, scream and tell him you're angry at him. He's the reason you're sitting there, Jeongguk," Richards bellows, gripping the chair like a mad man. Jeongguk shakes his head again, clamping his mouth shut.

"I'm not angry either," Jeongguk says, his tone flat. He can feel his voice wavering in his throat, his entire body trembling out of God knows what. He curls his fingers into fists, jaw so tight he can feel his teeth grinding against one another.

"Then who are you angry at?" Richards shouts, making everyone in the crowd flinch. Jeongguk chin quivers, his answer on the tip of his tongue. He inhales sharply before saying it.

"I'm angry at you for treating me like this," He spits out, bitterness lacing his words like poison. Richards claps his hands together, the sound echoing like a slap throughout the entire room.

"There you go kid! Now yell at me. Scream at me how angry you are!" He laughs loudly, pointing at himself.

"M'not gonna yell at you either sir," Jeongguk says, trying his best to sound calm. Richards steps back and eyeing Jeongguk carefully before calling his helpers to get him.

Jeongguk already knows what's going on when Walter and the helper stay on either side of him, their hands lowering down to clamp his forearms into their tight grips as they shove him to the chair. Jeongguk struggles, fighting against them.

"We're not going to leave if you choose to be like this son," Richards steps in front of him, pressing his arms over his chest. Jeongguk thrashes in his seat, shouting at them to let him go.

Eventually he pries both of them off and shoves them away from him. Jeongguk brings his hands to his ears, cupping them as his vision seems to swirl around him. The floor spins. His eyes blink to focus yet it only makes it worse. His stomach churns and his mouth runs dry along with his throat which seems to squeeze shut.

"Calm down," Richards leans forward, a hand outstretched to touch him but Jeongguk slaps his hand away.

In seconds it becomes harder to breath. Really hard. Jeongguk gasps for air, his own blood pounding in his ears and the telltale thudding of his heart making his knees buckle. The places where they've touched him are on fire, burning, searing, branding him with that painful memory.

"Calm down kid, is it that hard?" Richards yells, his voice sounding like static in Jeongguk's ears. He shakes his head, feeling as though someone's hands have enclosed around his throat, choking him.

"Give him space Richards! Don't you see he's panicking?" Jessica shoots from her seat and shouts at Richards. Everyone backs away from him hesitantly, unsure to what's going on. Hell, Jeongguk doesn't know what's going on.

His hands tremble. His feet tingle. He has to get away from this place or else he can feel himself suffocating with each second. Jeongguk pushes past Richards and runs down the aisle, ignoring their calls and his name being shouted.

He runs down the corridors, his entire mind void of any thoughts. If there is any, they can barely piece together. Jeongguk doesn't know where he's going. All that he can think about clearly is how to escape.

Jeongguk can hear their footsteps squeaking against the linoleum behind him. He begins to run again, the attempt to catch his breath not working as he can feel air draining from his lungs. He remembers the phonebooth in the office where he got his hair cut, and there is where he instantly makes a beeline to.

"Come back here Jeon!" Richards' voice is in the distance as Jeongguk bolts through the office's double doors. Bald man is there, and his head snaps up from his book to see Jeongguk breathing heavily by the door.

"You're not supposed to be here," He shouts, lunging out of his desk to catch Jeongguk who runs past him. Jeongguk's jacket suddenly gets caught by the edge of his desk, causing him to stumble and giving bald man the upperhand.

Bald man pins him to the wall, and the two begin to struggle. Jeongguk's swings his arms anywhere. The bald man pins his wrists to his back. Everyone is shouting. Watching. Staring.

Jeongguk wails, screaming at the bald man to let him go. Unfortunately it prompts him to grab him, his fingers coiling tightly around his wrist. Jeongguk yelps, ugly tears falling from his eyes.

"Let the kid go Eric!" Richards says after Jeongguk begins to let out sobs that wreck throughout his body, tearing him apart. Bald man finally lets go and taking the chance, Jeongguk sprints to the phonebooth and locks himself in.

He immediately crumples to the ground, holding his face in his hands. His fingers travel up his face, wanting to pull off the skin that doesn't feel like his own. He tugs at his scalp. Jeongguk cries until his throat becomes raw and sore. He pulls his legs close to his chest, holding himself tight while he buries his face on his knees.

Nobody knows what to do as Jeongguk's cries fill the entire room. Jeongguk squeezes his eyes shut as he hugs his legs, taking deep, slow breaths to ease his nerves.

Jeongguk's heart still bashes at his chest and there's this sensation at the back of his head that's reduced to a dull pounding. He hiccups, slowly raising his head to see that everyone's now staring at him again, the pity in their eyes evident.

Jin and Will gesture at him to get the phone. Jeongguk grabs the side of the phonebooth and pulls himself up, stumbling slightly as his knees wobble beneath him. He swipes at his eyes with his sleeve and takes the phone between shaky fingers, steadily dialing his mom's number on the phone.

It doesn't take a long time until his mother picks up the phone. Hearing her voice floods his senses with this relief he can't describe. Jeongguk leans against the wall, pressing his eyes shut as he focuses on her soft, gentle voice.

"Can you pick me up right now Mom?" Jeongguk whispers, words trembling along with his lips. His mom doesn't argue with him, sensing his unease and tells him she'll be there in five. Minimum.

"Are you ready to come out now?" Richards stands in front of the booth, his arms crossing over his chest in that stance Jeongguk has grown to hate.

Eventually Jeongguk steps out, body shaking and hiccups tremoring through him in waves. Richards clears his throat, stepping forward.

"What you're going through right now is natural. This, all of this, is a natural reaction that we can discuss back—,"

"—No I'm not going back. I-I don't wanna," Jeongguk breathes, taking a step away from him. He shakes his head slowly, unable to swallow lest he wants to choke.

"C'mon Jeongguk. All of this was just a big misunderstanding. I want you to stay for the sake of your illness," Richards says, placing his hands on his hips. Jeongguk glares at him, still shaking his head.

"M'not sick. I was never sick."

"But you are, child. You are, and this reaction— this is natural. You're simply in denial and we'll get this over with. I don't want you to leave yet," Richards says, forcing a smile onto his face. Jeongguk's lips fall into a frown.

"I-I called my mom. S-She's gonna get me and take me away," Jeongguk's voice wavers as he holds his hands out, stopping them from walking towards him. "I-If anyone of you t-touch me, I have witnesses. I have witnesses r-right there." He gestures at the group watching them intently.

"Nobody's gonna touch you Jeongguk," Richards whispers, covering his mouth with his hand. He turns his head away, staring hard at the linoleum. The only thing that can be heard is Jeongguk's shallow breathing.

"A-And you can't keep me from leaving. I read all the rules sir. You c-can't stop me," Jeongguk hiccups. Richards sighs, running his fingers down the side of his face. He crosses his arms over his chest, eyeing Jeongguk carefully.

"Calm down, Jeongguk. Nobody's stopping you from having this moment-," Richards' is cut off by Jeongguk. He scoffs, rolling his eyes at him, not caring about the consequences.

"Moment? T-This isn't a moment. Just please, please let me go. I w-want my mom," Jeongguk whispers, nearly begging him. Richards' jaw sets visibly before the man gives in, nodding at Jin, who has stepped forward, to take him.

Jeongguk only trusts Jin to wrap his arms around his shoulders. The older whispers 'i'm so sorry' in his ear all over again, his warm palm on Jeongguk's shoulder enough to keep him from exploding again.

Carefully, Seokjin helps him sit down on the floor. Everyone surrounds him, peering down at him with strange expressions he can't read. He notices Richards pushing through them with a Bible in his hands. He glances up at him through swollen eyes, watching as Richards hands the Bible to someone else to hold it over him.

"Let's pray for Jeongguk everyone," He says, voice hushed but failing to soothe Jeongguk. Instead of fighting back, Jeongguk gives in, letting them all pray above him while he counts down the seconds until his mom picks him up.

"God, please help Jeongguk in this time of need and help end this moment of suffering and confusion with your guidance. Please help him feel the strength and wisdom of all of us and help him know that we love him. That we want to help him," Richards prays.

"You are strong. You are a man," Walter is holding onto his shoulder along with Richards, occasionally adding in a couple 'manly' phrases in between the prayers.

Jeongguk has his head in his hands. He forces himself to tune them out, not in the mood to pray or beg for God's forgiveness over something that he didn't do. It may be his own fault that he's here, but it isn't his fault for being gay. And it's the people working here that are in the wrong, not him.

He presses his eyelids shut, willing his mind to think of the happiest moments in his life. It doesn't take long for him to visualize Grace's sunshine smile or her sweet laughter. He can picture Justin, making funny faces at Grace. Their car rides. The sunset. Lover's Peak. Slushies and milkshakes.

And finally, Taehyung. He's a coward for not talking to him. He really is. Taehyung must have been worrying about him for being gone this long, though Jeongguk isn't sure what date it is anymore. They don't tell anyone what's the numeric day; not even the current month.

Jeongguk's pretty sure it's still June.

"J-Jin," Jeongguk whispers, his words muffled against his palms. He needs him. More than ever.

The prayers are cut short for Jin to move forward through the small crowd. The elder kneels down and gently places his palm on Jeongguk's knee, letting him know he's there.

"W-What day is it?" Jeongguk asks. He slowly lifts his head up from his palms, meeting Jin's gaze through his blurry vision. Jin shrugs, not seeming to know the answer as well.

"It's July 22nd," Richards says, answering his question. Jeongguk's stomach immediately drops, the color from his face seeping.

"W-When did I get here?" Jeongguk frowns, his eyebrows furrowing. He raises to his feet, pushing everyone's hands that are trying to pull him back down.

"The second week of June son," Richards lifts an eyebrow at him. Jeongguk's blood runs cold. He can feel the bitter, burning sensation of bile at the back of his mouth.

Before he can say anything, his mother's pounding at the door, screaming his name. Jeongguk's head whips to the glass, seeing his mother banging her fist against it, her words slightly muffled behind the glass. She looks angry, the angriest he's ever seen her.

"Release my son!" She yells. Jeongguk tries to run to her, desperate to leave, but Walter's holding him back. The bile in his throat is replaced by panic as their hands on him dig into his skin.

"Ma'am calm down. I'm John Richards, and we were on the phone the other day," He walks over to the door, holding his hands out. Mrs. Jeon frowns at him, scoffing.

"I don't know you, nor did I call you," She hisses, banging her fist on the door again. "I don't know what credentials ya'll got, but my son is suffering. Let him go before I call the police." She threatens.

"There's no need to call the police!" Richards says, shaking his head at her. The way he talks to her is irritating, not at all calm like the way he tries to portray it. "We can discuss this and discuss adding onto Jeongguk's time here."

"Sorry but I'm not interested," She says. She shakes the door handle, still pounding at the door with her fist. "Let him go!" She shouts, and soon, she's shouting over Richards' attempt to call everyone down.

"Just let him go!" Jin shouts, his voice ripping through the chaos and settling it. He shoves Walter off of Jeongguk with Will by his side. "Let him leave, please," Jin repeats, clearing his throat.

Jeongguk throws his arms around them, thanking them one last time as Richards unlocks the door. In seconds, he doesn't hesitate running to his mother's arms. It doesn't matter anymore that he's a teenager. All he wants is her hugging him like the old times.

When her arms circle around him, holding him tight as he buries his entire face in the crook of her neck, a wave of relief crashes over him. She rubs his back, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. Soon, she leads him out, and together, they never look back at the clinic ever again.

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In the car, they take all of their things and get on the road to the three hour trip back to Memphis. The car has been silent for awhile, and Jeongguk hasn't said a word to his mother since they have left.

He wonders what she's thinking about or if she still hates him for being gay. Hopefully it's not the latter, though Jeongguk would understand if she still hates him.

"If you think I hate you, I don't," She says. Though the warmth in her voice isn't fully there, at least she's talking to him. "I-I'm still thinking about you, and y-your situation," She murmurs, tapping her fingers along the steering wheel.

"Am I going back to them?" He asks, lifting his head away from the window. She shakes her head, her answer alleviating some of the heaviness off his chest.

"But son, can you please tell me the truth? About everything?" She turns her head toward him when they're at a stoplight. For a second, Jeongguk can remember the kindness in her eyes, but now, it's empty. Like he's some stranger to her.

He nods after some time and he goes on to explain everything. His first meeting with Taehyung at church, how his feelings for him developed, their trip to the parade, all of their secret meetings, and how they began to date. His mom doesn't look at him throughout the entire story, but she does listen.

It's when he tells her about prom does she start to cry. He explains to her in detail of that evening as best as he can. The memory's not yet a hazy scene in his mind, and although his entire body shakes while speaking, he feels as though something has been resolved telling her about the rape.

"Jeongguk, I-I'm so sorry," She whispers, wiping her eyes with the back of her palm. Jeongguk nods, too choked up to speak. He sniffles quietly, the two of them staring ahead at the road, crying.

"Y-You don't have to believe me, but you should know about it," Jeongguk says, his tone softening. From the corner of his eye, he can see his mom running a hand down her face.

"Do you love him? Taehyung?" She asks, and for the first time in their conversation she faces him with this different look in her eyes. He can't really explain it but it feels like home. His other home.

"I do," He murmurs, not hesitating one bit. "I love him so much I don't know what I'd do without him."

"He's leaving soon Jeongguk," His mom says, the sudden news catching him off guard. Jeongguk turns to her, both of his eyebrows knitting together on his features, confused. "What?" He frowns.

"Beomsoo's putting the house for sale soon. They're heading back to Korea to take care of Taehyung's sick grandma," She tells him, and somehow it doesn't feel real. None of it sounds right to him.

Just when Jeongguk's coming back, Taehyung's going away across the country?

"How long will they be gone?" Jeongguk asks. His mother shakes her head, not knowing either.

A part of him doesn't want Taehyung to go to Korea, yet another part of him is willing to let go of him. They've fought so hard to be where they're at, so shouldn't they finally get to be together? Yet here they are, going to be separated from one another once again. However, it's not by a couple hours but an entire ocean.

Jeongguk doesn't cry. Instead he lets out a broken laugh. His cheeks feel wet and he's sure he's still crying actual tears, but for some reason, he can't feel it anymore. Everything's numb. His emotions. His heart. His entire body. It's all numb because they're finally defeated, leaving them no choice but to let go.

Does he really want to let Taehyung go? Not really. Actually, not at all but he has to. It's time to let go because the world's telling them to. Not their parents, not their friends. There are some things you just can't control.

"Jeongguk, I know now is not a good time, but we have to discuss you. Your father doesn't want this in his home," She gestures between the two of them. She doesn't have to explain what she's trying to say.

"So what do I have to do?" Jeongguk says, voice nothing but a mere whisper. He feels drained, and the laughter that continues to slip past his lips echoes with bitterness.

"It's either you pretend the therapy worked and stay with us, or live that lifestyle and never see us again. He won't pay for your college, your education, or provide for your housing and food. He wants you out of town, for good," She says, struggling to say each sentence without breaking down. Jeongguk's chin quivers, the smile he wears faltering.

"Y-you're saying I-I have to lie?" Jeongguk whispers, forcing himself to smile as tears seep down his cheeks. His mom nods, hiding her face from him.

"I-I'll let you spend just one more day with Taehyung if you choose the first option. Jeongguk, I want you to stay," She whispers, reaching over and taking Jeongguk's hand into hers. "I-I may not like this idea, but I'll get used to it. For you. But right now, we need to forget about it."

"Fine, I will," Jeongguk says after some consideration. It's not like he'll be losing anything else. Taehyung's leaving. Justin's gone. Grace is going to California for the summer.

No matter how complete he feels, how much he loves them, he will always be alone. Life is like that, and he has no other choice but to accept that in the end he'll always be alone.

It's already dark when Jeongguk comes home.

He grimaces noticing the moving truck parked in front of Taehyung's house. Rachel's car isn't there anymore surprisingly, and he realizes that he's been holding his breath until he sees that Taehyung's light is open.

Jeongguk helps his mom take the luggage back into his house. His dad, thankfully, is asleep so there won't be any confrontations until the morning unless he leaves early. Jeongguk says goodnight to his mom and heads up the staircase.

Since the last month has passed, his room still looks the same as he left it. He doesn't know why he expects it to be, but for some stupid reason he did. He doesn't turn on the lights, however, and wanders around his room, trying to grasp what normal feels like.

He stops by the window, pushing past his curtains to see Taehyung packing things in his room. Taehyung looks angry, the frown he wears chipping away af Jeongguk's heart to think he's been frowning all this time. He watches him throw things into boxes before gathering the courage to open his window.

Taehyung's back is turned when he slips out and crosses the small gap between their roofs. Jeongguk carefully opens Taehyung's window, trying not to make a sound but it's too late. Taehyung whips around, and the second their eyes meet, his entire expression softens.

"Is that really you?" He whispers, his voice hoarse. Jeongguk presses his lips together, nodding as he hops over the window and his feet collide against Taehyung's bedroom floors.

On instant, he runs to him and practically jumps into Taehyung's embrace. He wraps his arms around his neck, hugging him close as Taehyung grips at his thighs, balancing them both. Jeongguk buries his face in his hair, familiarizing to Taehyung's touch.

Taehyung smells of shampoo and apples. His blonde hair is like a pillow against Jeongguk's cheek, and as Jeongguk pulls away, smiling so wide despite his teary eyes, he cups his face. He struggles to believe this is real. He feels his cheeks, running his fingers over his lips and his eyes and his nose.

He boops his moles and squishes his cheeks. He inhales his scent again, unable to fully accept the fact that he's with Taehyung agan. He's with the love of his life even if it's for a short time.

"Baby, it's me," Taehyung laughs, squeezing his thighs. Jeongguk leans his forehead on his, the both of them laughing in one another's presence for no apparent reason. All of this is unbelievable.

"God I missed you, doll," Taehyung tilts his head up, pressing a kiss to Jeongguk's lips. He tastes sweet just like he remembered. It's a quick peck, but Jeongguk's already leaning back down for more.

He captures Taehyung's lips in his, remembering how perfect their lips had felt on one another's. He runs his thumb down Taehyung's cheek, smiling against his mouth. Taehyung walks towards his bed, setting Jeongguk's back down on his bed.

He crawls on top of him, his hands holding onto his sides. Jeongguk brings him closer, their noses pressing hard against each other's. He feels Taehyung's tongue dart across his bottom lip, and he slowly parts his mouth open, allowing the other's tongue to fill him, please him.

It's this need for Taehyung he doesn't know that it exists until now. When they pull away, breathing heavy and foreheads resting on one another, Jeongguk bursts into tears.

Jeongguk wraps his arms around him, pulling him close for another hug where he doesn't want to let go. He cries into Taehyung's shoulder, his body shaking beneath his as Taehyung gently massages his sides.

"I missed you," Jeongguk whispers through tears, his voice caught in his throat. Taehyung nods, biting down hard on his lip to keep himself from crying. He reaches down, frowning slightly when he realizes Jeongguk's hair is shorter.

"What did they do to your hair?" Taehyung asks, pouting. Jeongguk laughs, gently hitting his chest with his small fist. Taehyung chuckles, pressing another tantalizing sweet kiss to his lips.

"God, you're back. You're really back," Taehyung says, burying his face in the crook of Jeongguk's neck. Jeongguk nods, mindlessly playing with the hair that covers Taehyung's nape.

"But you're leaving," Jeongguk whispers. Taehyung pulls away, hovering above him. He can't really read what's going on in his mind, but Taehyung cracks him a small smile, wiping away Jeongguk's tears with his thumb.

"I know, but not until after tomorrow. You're all mine then, okay?" Taehyung says, stroking Jeongguk's cheek. Jeongguk's eyes fall shut at his touch, leaning automatically into the warmth of his palm.

"I'm gonna be all yours," Jeongguk chuckles, peering up at Taehyung beneath his thick bed of eyelashes. His lover nods, eyes slightly wide and cheeks dusted a faint red at his words.

"Yeah, you're mine. All mine," Taehyung takes him into his arms, the two of them sighing at the same time as their bodies seem to fit together like a missing puzzle pieces.

It's at that moment do they realize how much they truly do love one another. But it's a shame how the world works knowing that the day after tomorrow, they'll never see one another ever again.

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i'm cryin ugly tears ya'll
don't even know 😭 ps sorry
for taking so long to update difkd
i did an all-nighter and ive been
feelin dead ever since sksksks

also it really upsets me how people
do suffer what jk's mom proposed
him. some people get kicked out right
away. whoever is going through that
right now, you're not alone 💛

i hope you find those people in life who support you for being you! 😔💛

— mela