and there was this feeling again, home.

one word, four letters, and it was exactly what jungkook felt when he was pushed against the cold grey wall with such a force that he needed to yelp.

and soon, just in the tick of a clock, when taehyung finally pressed his lips against his rather aggressively, he felt body heat spreading itself across his whole body, starting from his stomach, a tingly sensation going up to his arms, leaving goosebumps behind.

it was lunch time and jungkook was actually planning on going out to take some pictures but as promised, taehyung cancelled all his plans by dragging him away, his knuckles almost going white from how tight he was holding him.

his problem? that jungkook busted everything out in that group chat and even if it was only hoseok in there, that was a proof that he would also do it in school, just randomly expose him, and he wasn't ready for that, not yet.

he thought that kissing jungkook was a pretty decent punishment because he was sure that jungkook was disgusted by him, that he hated being kissed by such an asshole like him, which actually hurt him a lot when he thought about it.

so now they were there, jungkook pressed against the wall in the boys bathroom, their lips forced together with such an aggression because taehyung was angry, but not at jungkook but at himself.

pathetic, that's what both of them thought and that word enough was already like a stab in the stomach.

taehyung found himself pathetic for doing this to himself, for making out and finally feeling free in a fucking bathroom stall. sad how that was the only place where he felt really happy.

jungkook found himself pathetic for actually enjoying what the fuck both of them were doing. he shouldn't feel like this, he should like that one of the biggest assholes was now placing his big hands on his hips and he shouldn't enjoy the light tickle on his fingertips when he let his hands glide across taehyung's hair.

they felt pathetic but none of them let go, the opposite, they asked for more, fully closing the gap between their chests, trying to find the perfect sync with their lips.

the kiss was pretty sloppy, open mouthed and messy, but both of them loved it, how they were so close that they could feel every inch of the other ones body, how their whole body was burning, on fire.

and when taehyung shortly cut the kiss off to catch a puff of air, junkook forced him in again by grabbing him by the neck, craving for more warmth.

their feelings were all over the place, guilt, happiness, sadness, a lake of emotions drowning them.

a doll.

that's what jungkook was. nothing more than that, nothing less.

he knew that it was wrong, feeling this warm feeling with someone who only used him when he was bored of his other dolls but he couldn't help it, he was the only little source of warmth jungkook had and at this point he just didn't care anymore.

because after all, it was just a game and he was the doll.

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i promise it will get fluffy jsjskd pls don't attack me ogay😔😔😔

also sorry for the slow updates i was away & now they still'll be a lil slow cause i have 6 ongoing stories🥺

ALSO HAPPY NEW YEAR !! ❤️🧡💛!!