CHAPTER 12

Question : is there is any bts member who u love romantically?

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(Third person's pov)

It was 5AM and way too early when Taehyung felt someone shake him from left to right. He attempted to wiggle out of a certain strong grip; realising that his butt hurt atrociously. The pain spread from his lower back to his legs. He did feel sore after sexual activities in the past but this time was the worst. His body absolutely refused to move.

"Taehyung? What am I doing here?"

He recognised the elder's voice though it was many tones lower than usual. He probably had just woken up. The nerd felt the grip around his waist loosen as he felt movement behind him. He turned his face slightly, only to see Jungkook's bare back seated on the bed while his head hung low. The early morning light allowed him to distinguish the elder's back muscles perfectly. He was a really hot thing.

Taehyung decided to ignore the pain as he got up to be at the other's level. The boy noticed that his underwear and pajama pants were on and concluded that somewhere along the lines, Jungkook had gotten him dressed back. 

"You came earlier. Banging on my door like a mad person..." The younger whispered lowly with an equally deep voice. Jungkook only nodded and that was when Taehyung understood that something was off. He dragged himself closer before rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands.

"Jungkook? Are you okay?"

"I don't feel good... I want to vomit. ****." The older male cursed. He tried easing his stomach ache by rubbing his chest but it wasn't helping at all. The will to empty the contents of his digestive system grew bigger.

That until he felt a soft hand caressing his back delicately. Taehyung didn't control that action of his; he simply couldn't bear seeing the other boy in pain. His hand wandered everywhere he could reach, watching as Jungkook relaxed under his touch.

"You drank a lot last night, didn't you?" The smaller queried.

Only then did the elder meet his gaze. Taehyung was shirtless; hair ruffled and looking extremely stunning. Jungkook noticed the hickeys on his chest. Unconsciously, his hands reached forward to caress the marks. The younger winced lightly when the muscular boy applied pressure on a bruise but the pain was nothing compared to the one he felt on his lower half.

"Did we ****?"

Even though he asked, he knew they had. Bits of earlier rearranged themselves in his mind. Wails. Moans. Whimpers. The delicious sound of skin slapping. Most importantly, Taehyung's pretty fucked out face. However, they were both still too sleepy to realise their terrible mistake. They shouldn't have fucked and the two of them knew it.

"Yeah..." Taehyung blushed furiously, thankful that it was still too dark to notice the tinge of red on his cheeks. He continued rubbing the sick guy's back, his other hand moving to the latter's jaw as he proceeded to make the same movement. Jungkook closed his eyes and allowed the timid boy to soothingly appease him. For some weird reasons, he was feeling better - the burn in his stomach slowly dissipating. The soft hand steadily stroking him simply did miracles.

It was calm. No definite sounds was prevalent though every noise heard could be distinguished easily. The duo paid attention to the soft drizzle of the trees outside and to the faint chirping of birds. Everything appeared so peaceful.

In the midst of it all, nobody knew when their eyes closed by themselves. They were back to dreamland with Jungkook's head buried into the crook of Taehyung's neck without controlling anything. Everything happened naturally. It was as if they were constantly drawn to each other without any possibility of fighting back the attraction.

It wasn't wrong that they slept with each other. What was however, was the fact that Taehyung had caught feelings and thus, had broken the ultimate rule set by Jungkook.

The younger was forced out of sleep again by something hot staining his face. He tried pushing whatever it was away but miserably failing at it; whatever was caressing his skin, didn't seem to be wanting to stop. His nose scrunched up cutely as he forced his eyes to open.

He was blinded by bright light and understood the cause of his sudden discomfort - the sun piercing through his thin curtain. When he tried twisting to get his face in the shadows of his room, he noticed that his right arm was seemingly immobilised by something; or rather, someone. The boy looked down, taking in the appearance of a sleeping Jungkook lying on his bare chest.

The elder had an arm securely wrapped around Taehyung's waist while his hair rose and fell with each of his breath. It tickled the nerd's stomach slightly but he paid no heed to the sensation. His hand flew up to massage Jungkook's scalp soothingly. He closed his eyes, feeling as the soft hair he was stroking, entangled between his fingers and provided a feeling of comfort. He felt protected and knew deep down that he shouldn't feel this way.

He allowed his thoughts to venture to dangerous territories. He recalled the fuckboy's words. Hold me tight... He sounded so vulnerable that it was heartbreaking. He had never witnessed that side of Jungkook. The Jungkook he knew was an international playboy. People were scared of him. But he was also a sweetheart. A little softie at heart who liked being pecked in the neck and who liked to feel dominant. That, Taehyung knew as a matter of fact.

He heard a tiny hum before feeling the muscular boy moving. Taehyung opened his eyes, watching as Jungkook's eyes opened slowly and steadily. Unwillingly, his movements into the lad's hair had stopped. He was deprived of the ability of respiring. Jungkook was up. Sober. Nothing good could follow.

"Mmm... Why did you stop? It felt good..." The elder whispered in his husky morning voice. It took Taehyung a while to understand what the other meant. He wanted him to keep on caressing his hair and massaging his head.

So he did.

Time stopped briefly and everything was beautiful. Sure, they were sore and the room smelled heavily of sex and sweat but there was nowhere else they would rather be.

Jungkook looked up to meet the gaze of the mesmerizing angel caressing him gently. Gosh, Taehyung was too pretty with the morning sunlight shining directly on him. The older male found himself leaning up until they were on the same level. He scrutinized the nerd's perfect neck, his delicious lips and his huge doe eyes.

They just stared at each other for what appeared to be an eternity.

At a distance, the pair could hear faint dynamic and zestful music playing. It was already Saturday and judging by the sounds and the eerie calmness of the building, the fancy fair had already started. What time was it even? Had they slept for so long?

"You're really pretty Taehyung. Whoever called you ugly the other day is clearly blind."

Jungkook remembered. He remembered that time when Taehyung had been highly insecure. For some reasons, it was cute that he recalled such a petty event.

"You're handsome too Jungkook. Really hot..." His voice wavered by the end; cheeks coated shell-pink. Jungkook was indeed absolutely hunky to the point where it kept on driving the nerd's hormones crazy every time. How could he not have fallen?

In the middle of messy thoughts and fond stares, the younger found himself committing the same mistake he did once. He leaned closer, hands cupping the other's cheeks while his lips parted gently. He wasn't controlling anything anymore. All he wanted to do was kiss Jungkook and confess. His heart exploded with a multitude of butterflies which made him see all sorts of unknown colours. What had he turned himself into? A desperate lover?

"Jungkook... I-I..."

He couldn't finish his sentence. The older boy had swiftly moved away.

"No! No! **** you Taehyung! You aren't ruining this!"

The younger got taken aback by the harsh vulgar language directed towards him. He watched, completely baffled as Jungkook started rummaging around and picking up his clothes which were scattered on the floor. 

"Jungkook..." He attempted to calm the male down as he got off the bed.

"Shut up! Just shut the **** up! I don't want to hear anything!" He was fuming. His eyes burned with anger and frustration. Taehyung had never witnessed that side of Jungkook. However, he wasn't scared or anything, a side of him believed firmly that the elder would never physically hurt him.

"Kook... What did I do?"

"Oh my gosh are you kidding me?" He looked up as he put on his jeans, "You tried to fucking kiss me Taehyung! Again! What the **** is wrong with you? Why did you have to ruin this? Why did you have to ruin us? ****! This shouldn't have happened. We should never have had sex. This was a huge mistake! **** you!"

Taehyung was used to the constant insult, name shaming and bullying; but never from the fuckboy. He thought Jungkook was different and that he would never humiliate him in such a way. He stared as the other male put on his shirt; while his vision gradually shifted to a blurry one. Jungkook knew - he knew what Taehyung felt; or at least, he had already guessed it by now - but he was clearly rejecting the smaller boy. He was habituated to rejection; then why did this one hurt that much?

He could not help it when the tears rolled down his puffy cheeks, small sniffles involuntarily escaping his quivering lips. Taehyung didn't care anymore if he looked miserable since his world had suddenly crashed down. He watched cautiously as the elder got dressed. His tongue felt heavy even if there was a lot he wanted to say. He wanted to ask if something was wrong with him; ask if he lacked anything. After all, it was unfair that he developed a crush in a lapse of a few months while Jungkook remained impassive in regards of him. There had to be something wrong with him if despite the compliments the elder always threw at him, he had not developed the slightest feeling for Taehyung yet.

"Why?" Was what the latter could only mouth through sobs and hiccups.

The brawny guy was now fully dressed and ready to sprint out of the room the moment the opportunity presented itself. The other boy's word was what stopped him.

Because I am an asshole and you don't deserve someone as fucked up as me. I am not worth your precious tears was what he wanted to say. Instead, he ended up spitting out the meanest and most disgusting thing he could ever have said to Taehyung.

"Come on Kim... Look at you, then look at me!" He gestured to the dweeb's figure before highlighting his own.

"What-what do y-you m-mean?"

He knew what the older chap meant but he wasn't quite believing it. The boy aggressively looking at him as if he was the most repugnant piece of shit could not be the same one who held him close the whole night as if he was a prized possession - Taehyung refused to acknowledge that. He wondered what demons possessed Jungkook.

The aforementioned fellow scoffed before rolling his eyes and stepping closer to the door.

"You know what I mean Kim."

And then; he was gone. Slamming the door behind him, leaving back the whimpering geezer who tried processing everything that had just happened. He wanted to understand a lot of things; the first one being his feelings. As hard as he tried to recall, he could not go back to the exact moment where his emotions for the elder had developed into some sort of complexity. Sure, he was physically attracted to the male but where did this emotional attachment come from?

Taehyung allowed his body to collapse on the bed. The tears cascading down his cheeks, tainting his neck and even rolling to his bruised chest only seemed to double in amount with every second that passed. Queer, painful sounds escaped his mouth, causing his throat to pain atrociously.

He had lost Jungkook. He had lost yet another person whom his heart held close. He heard stories about people staying away from relationships and never really understood the point. However, now, he was. He managed to see beyond the kisses and supposed display of affection. He managed to comprehend what it meant when someone had a double face and played disgusting games. The word 'playboy' was making sense now.

The intellectual didn't even know his eyes could produce so much tears. He felt like an idiot for crying over a boy who clearly had no shame and no shits to give him. He had been used for a bit more than four months. He was disgusted with himself. He was dirty - Jungkook stole the chastity he had and it was never a big deal; that until he was seated on his bed, crying his eyes out and wanting to go back in time.

Nothing seemed to be able to stop his tears from falling - neither the palm of his hand which was desperately wiping the salty liquid away nor the sound of his phone vibrating on the nightstand. He didn't know what time in was, nor how long he had been crying for. He was heartbroken and felt stupid.

He continued whimpering until he heard a soft sound coming from somewhere in the room. He was too sad to make a move and discover the cause of that soft yet firm knock.

"Tae? I'm going to open up. If you're masturbating, get your peepee inside!" A voice echoed playfully.

He did not move. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the door open before a small figure entered. Jimin.

Taehyung almost ran to his friend, wanting nothing but to be comforted until a second person entered.

Seokjin.

Great. This was great.

Their expressions changed from smiles and laughs to one more alarming and shocked. The two friends took in the appearance of their youngest member on the bed - a crying mess, shirtless and most importantly, ugly purplish red marks coating his torso and abdomen.

Jimin was the first to understand what had just happened while the other male envisaged the worst of scenarios.

"Hyung... I-I think you should leave Taehyung and me alone for a while..." The second born mouthed alarmingly. If the eldest came to know what Taehyung indulged in, Jungkook's **** would be chopped off. 

"What!? No way Park Jimin! Look at the condition our Tae is in! Tae! What happened? Who did this to you?" Seokjin questioned as he squatted down to face the nerd. Jimin joined his best friend on the bed before pulling him into a tight hug.

"Taehyung! Speak! Did someone abuse of you? ****, whoever did this to you is going to die!" The eldest growled as he got back up and started walking around the room. It was crystal clear that he was stressed and trying his level best to find a solution to whatever problem they were in. How could someone lay their hands on his baby?

"Taehyung!" He shouted again, causing the said guy to jump up slightly.

"Shit shit... I'm sorry baby! I-I... Gosh, I don't know how to react. Did someone rape you?"

Hearing the word 'rape' caused a shiver to run down the younger's spine. He was quick to shake his head.

"No! No! Nobody raped me!" He yelled from the top of his lungs. He started crying even more loudly following his outburst, making Jin think that he was lying.

"Was it...?" Jimin asked quietly, hoping that the angered man would not hear. However, he did.

"Who?!! Who are you talking about Park Jimin!?" The eldest groaned.

Jimin and Taehyung exchanged a distressed look. Jin would not shut up, growling and letting out his frustration while the two others remained as mute as a drawing. His heart was throbbing against his ribcage as worry washed over his entire system. Unless the sobbing male told him what had happened, he could not help but feel extreme worry.

"For ****'s sake! Will someone tell me what's wrong? Jimin, you clearly know something! As per my observations, someone physically abused of you Tae and if one of you doesn't speak out right now, I'm going to report this to the school's authorities!"

Taehyung was quick to jump up and hold his Hyung's arm tightly.

"No! No! Not the authorities!" He begged in a heavy and broken voice. It was the first time he was speaking after a while and his throat felt as if something sharp was gliding down it.

"Then tell me what happened baby... Did someone touch you in an inappropriate way?" The senior asked in a now calmer and more composed voice.

The youngest did not know how to reply to this. Someone did touch him but he gave his consent to it. He was fully aware of what was going on but that definitely wasn't the reason for his tears. Everything was upside down and Taehyung did not have the heart to explain in details what had just happened between him and the playboy.

"It was conscientious." He murmured.

Seokjin was taken aback by the sudden confession. Lucidly, he wasn't believing his ears. Jimin watched in retreat as Jin's face contorted into some sort of consternation.

"Who is she?" The latter requested at last. As a defence mechanism, he had his fist clenched as if ready to throw a punch anytime.

At that, the one seated on the bed lightly scoffed dramatically. The eldest glared at him with his big, angered and burning eyes and it was enough to make the boy shut up.

"Jeon Jungkook..." It hurt to pronounce his name. Taehyung found himself breaking down again at the remembrance of the previous events.

"Excuse me!?" Now, Seokjin was definitely in some sort of coma state. 

The youngest cried into the palm of his hands. He cried because he felt like there was nothing he could control anymore. Everything was ruined, just like how it had been three years ago except this time was a different situation.

He watched as the expression of his eldest friend transitioned into one of hurt and despondency. He was certainly completely disappointed.

Eventually, the eldest managed to collect himself slightly. He had to get to the depth of it.

"Protection?" He asked. That was a detail which Jimin had forgotten to ask when Taehyung had confessed to him. Nevertheless, Jin was responsible enough to ask about it.

"M-most o-of the time, yes." The dweeb managed to respond between wails and shrieks.

If he wasn't shocked before, now, the student council president unquestionably was. His thunderbolt state caused him to let out a sarcastic laugh.

"So, basically, you; Kim Taehyung, are telling me you had unprotected sex at multiple instances with Jeon fuckboy Jungkook who is basically a walking STD!? Unbelievable!" He exclaimed loudly.

The youngest's head hung low as he processed the words of his friend. Before, unprotected sex was never a great deal - on the contrary, it allowed him to feel Jungkook on a deeper and more intimate level - but observed through Seokjin's point of view, it appeared like a huge issue. Male homosexuals who practice unprotected sex are at a high risk of contracting a sexually transmitted disease due to the fact that the lining of the anus is not very thick and is not well lubricated as compared to the uterus which secretes mucus. That was an aspect which Taehyung knew but had purposefully chosen to ignore because it was Jungkook.

"I'm going to ask you one last thing Taehyung." Seokjin warned in his imposing voice.

"Why him? Why did you allow him to treat you like a sex toy? Why Jungkook and no one else?"

He had to know. He wanted to understand what this guy - whose reputation was as good as his grades - was the one Taehyung chose to sleep with, out of all people.

The nerd did not think twice before replying. That was a question he had asked himself in the past; and to which he knew the answer.

"Because Jungkook managed to fill the void I had in my heart since the past three years..."

The eldest facial expression changed into something intangible before he was nodding furiously.

"Okay..." Was his last word before stepping out and slamming the door behind him.

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Its okie if you guys cried whole reading this chapter cuz I did too lol! Feel free to hate me after this-

I am feeling tired!

Bye-

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