CHAPTER 13

Question : do you guys have any crush?

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(Third person's pov)

The moment he slammed the door shut, a wave of regret and guilt submerged him. He wanted to go back inside and hold the angel crying because of him in his arms and slow dance with him just like how he had done the first time. But he could not do that; not now that he knew about Taehyung's feelings for him.

Jungkook wasn't as dumb as people assumed and he picked up the hints pretty easily. For sure, Taehyung was a babyboy but the way he always looked at the elder dropped the hint. His eyes carried affection in the form of stars and the elder had enough experience to understand that **** buddies didn't look at each other this way.

For years, he had ran away from love. The brunette knew deep inside that he could never provide another person with something he himself never got from his parents. That was why he opted for flings - they were temporary and that was how he thought he saw Taehyung too - as a provisional being who was to leave at some point. His life was something he rarely allowed people to intrude. Namjoon and Hoseok were the two individuals who could be considered as being the closest to his personal space. Yet; there was a lot they didn't know such as the fact that Jungkook's dad had multiple mistresses and his mom willingly decided to turn a blind eye to it. This killed him inside but he never showed it to anyone. He absolutely hated cheaters.

The male ran to his room where he plopped himself down onto his bed. His flow of thoughts was all other the place and he realised that as always, nothing was going on fine in his life. He hated himself for giving false hopes to someone and a part of him could not help but hate Taehyung too, for ruining one of the things he liked aside drawing and painting.

He had been to a party the night before and if only he hadn't, maybe things wouldn't have skidded to that extent. If he wasn't drunk, his horny self would have never jumped in a taxi with a random girl only to realise that all he needed was Taehyung. He didn't even remember how he got rid of the female but if he ended up thrusting between the nerd's flawless legs, then he had to have ditched her at some point.

It was unfair; life was unfair. The younger shouldn't have fallen for him and they needn't have seen this day. Everything was perfect as long as they fucked for fun. Taehyung had ruined it. As feared, he had fucked them up to a point of no amenity.

He let himself fall back against the softness of the sheets as he blankly stared up at the ceiling. All Jungkook saw in his mind was the beauty's face when he had cursed at him. **** you Taehyung. He didn't deserve these words but the brunette didn't know how else to tackle the matter. It was his defense mechanism to swear.

He analyzed his surroundings as he started realising a few important aspects of life. The dweeb's room was half the size of his and his bed was so tiny that Jungkook wondered how they both managed to fit in. It was the first time he had been to Taehyung's room despite knowing where it was found and he wondered how the latter even lived in there. The space felt suffocated and the little window he managed to catch a glimpse of was the only thing which seemed to give a feeling of liberty. Jungkook didn't even find a kitchenette attached to the room, unlike his own. Where did Taehyung even cook?

He never really understood it when students would be saying that there was a lot of favouritism among the school's population but now he was witnessing how. Clearly, there was an invisible line drawn between the rich and the less rich ones. The younger didn't even have a room, he had a cabin.

He allowed his eyes to momentarily shut. Jungkook was really done with whatever had happened and he feared what was going to occur in the future.

Being a person who didn't usually worry, he hoped Taehyung's feelings would eventually disappear soon. After all, infatuations were never supposed to last for more than 6 months.

His eyes were forced open when his door frantically opened. The action was sudden and next thing the brunette knew, he was violently gripped by the collar and forced up of his bed. The individual manhandling him with so much force was someone he recognised perfectly. Kim Seokjin - the student council's president who so happened to be one of Taehyung's closest friends.

"Jeon fucking Jungkook! I'm going to kill you!" The taller one growled.

Being obviously more physically agile, Jungkook was quick to get away from the vigorous grip of the other. He stared at him intensely, none of them breaking the eye contact. They both were burning for different reasons.

"Who the **** do you think you are, bulldozing in my room like this?" The younger groaned with a menacing tone. He had his fists clenched and was ready to throw a kick if need be.

"What did you do to Taehyung?" Seokjin's tone was dead serious as he spoke. The gravity and urgency of the words caused Jungkook to experience a sudden surge of worry. His lungs got deprived of their regular dose of oxygen while he started thinking of the worst. Had Taehyung done something after he left? Did he hurt himself?

"What-what happened to Tae?"

The alias slipped off his mouth almost naturally but he was too fretted to notice.

"Oh come on! Don't act all innocent when you're a little egoistic piece of shit! Do you even know in what condition I found him? He was deadass crying and shaking!" The elder vociferated.

The pair stepped closer to each other; clearly challenging in their endeavours. Who was Seokjin to throw a tantrum in a room which clearly wasn't his own?

"You had no right to play whichever games you did with him! Do you even know how much you shattered him? And do you know what sucks more? That he was already broken and you just crushed the pieces that remained in a disgusting manner!" He continued.

Broken? How even could the nerd be broken?

Jungkook's first reaction was to scoff sarcastically.

"I shattered his pieces or whatever shits you're talking about? Me? Come on motherfucker, distinctly I am the one broken here! Taehyung doesn't even get close to that! I have parents who simply don't care about me!" He spat out without even thinking. A part of his brain fused in different directions as he tried to think properly. How much did Seokjin know about him and Taehyung and what exactly did he know? Hopefully, the fucking part wasn't counted in. Taehyung wouldn't do that; he would never uncover the truth about Jungkook's sexual orientation.

Jin's expression relaxed slightly and contorted into some sort of sinister smile. The aforementioned let out a small tatter.

"You don't know anything about him do you? You don't know about his parents?" He questioned even though he knew the answer to that.

The younger was left completely perplexed. How could Taehyung even have parents worst than his? In his mind, that was impossible.

"What do you mean?"

Seokjin didn't find it worthy of narrating the story to the immature fellow standing in front of him. Instead, he asked something which had the younger abruptly taken aback.

"Are you even clean? How do I know that you didn't make my baby contract a sexually transmitted disease of yours?"

****. Jin knew. Taehyung had told him. Jungkook couldn't believe his ears. He felt a pain in his heart, growing and diffusing to his throat; numbing his body parts and hardening his heart even more. How could Taehyung do that to him? How could he disclose such a private matter?

If his blood wasn't already boiling, now, it was. He wanted nothing but revenge. He felt betrayed in the most disgusting way possible. A third party knew that he liked guys and that individual now had all the weapons required to destroy his reputation. Jungkook had to act fast if he didn't want the matters to go astray.

He didn't comprehend what was happening until he felt a punch in his face which had him stumbling backwards. Even if Jin appeared to be weak, he clearly wasn't and the blood oozing from Jungkook's nose was a proof of the above statement.

"What the ****?" The injured male cursed. He slowly touched the section between his nose and his mouth only to discover that he was bleeding profusely.

The brunette let out a sigh before stepping closer to the older guy.

"Get out!" He warned.

"And I hope Taehyung gets one of my sexually transmitted shits!" He added without actually meaning it. He was clean and he knew that for a fact - being in the soccer team, they had to get regularly tested and the coaches were sticklers concerning those things.

"I hate you Jeon! I hope you die!" Jin yelled before spitting into the said boy's face.

He was quick to get out afterwards, because he knew that Jungkook was a muscular one who could easily have him lying on the floor unconscious if he wanted. 

In the meantime, Jimin was left to attempt calming his best friend down.

"Tae... Gosh, did Jungkook do something to you that you didn't want to?" He queried for the fourth time. The boy in his arms was not crying anymore; rather reduced to letting out weak sniffles and occasional hiccups. He didn't like seeing his best friend in such a condition; specially because of a boy who clearly didn't deserve someone as precious as him. ****, he didn't deserve anyone!

"Chim... I feel dirty..." The younger whispered at last. He felt dirty in all sense of the term. He had Jungkook's scent all over him and he could even feel the male's body odour in the air he breathed.

"Okay okay baby. What about a bath? Yeah? Then we'll go and find you something to eat. There's actually plenty of food available outside and Chae is helping out serving, so she can get us a few mouthwatering stuffs." Jimin tried to lighten the mood but was hailed by a mere nod as a response.

He helped his friend up the bed, pulling his head through a T-shirt which was lying down before getting him clean clothes. He made proof of utter patience as he guided his best friend to the bathroom, explaining to the latter the reason of his presence in the first place. Since Taehyung wasn't answering his phone, Jimin had gotten faintly worried and had come to check on him with Jin who so happened to have been with him. It was a fact - Kim Taehyung didn't sleep in till late and that was what had gotten his friends alarmed.

Jimin kept on apologising for bringing the eldest but Taehyung remained impassive. His facial expression was dull and his eyes, completely saddened.

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