His Darkest Desire ||Taekook||

chapter twenty

“My mother was a bitch,” Jungkook says which startles Taehyung as he quickly sits up, his mouth forming into an O. He’s a little taken aback by Jungkook’s use of words though they are very harsh considering he’s talking about his own mother.

“Jungkook that’s a bit-” his own words are cut off when Jungkook looks back at him only this time with his teeth grinded and fists clenched into the bed sheets.

“No Tae, she was a horrible mother.” Jungkook tries not to get any flashbacks of that day when his mother had left him, but now it’s like he has lost all the care in the world. He doesn’t even want to know if she’s alive or dead. Taehyung frowns at this but waits nonetheless for the latter to continue.

“She left me when I was six, the only parent that I thought actually loved me left me,” Jungkook feels like he’s naked, that he’s revealing everything that he has tucked deep inside, a vulnerable side that is only being seen by Taehyung. The older gasps softly and reaches for his hand, their fingers lacing as he gives it a small squeeze in assurance.

“I get it but that doesn’t mean you can call her that, she kind of raised you,” He knows he’s not one to push about what actually happened to him, but sometimes these things happen or it’s different when Jungkook experienced it. The younger shakes his head frantically, his bangs covering half his face.

“Tae...what mother leaves their six year old with tears in their eyes, who begs for them to stay,” Jungkook pauses as anger courses through him but he continues. “What mother looks back at their kid with disgust and tells them that they're just like their father,” His eyes sting, voice getting stuck in his throat. His grip on Taehyung’s hand tightens but he doesn’t notice. “What m-mother tells their kid that he’s a m-monster?” It's silent, too silent as Jungkook heaves out a deep sigh. Taehyung has listened to it all just patiently waiting for him to calm down.

Jungkook feels something wet on his cheeks and reaches up to touch the skin where he feels more tears spilling from his eyes. He’s never cried. Not once since his father had completely trained him to become passive, conseal his emotions whenever he had a part in his job. But what takes him by surprise is two hands cupping his cheeks, his head turning slightly and his eyes meet soft brown ones that bore into his.

Gentle fingers rub at the wetness on his cheeks and he exhales a shaky breath.

“Shh..it’s okay.. You don’t have to talk about it.” Taehyung whispers seeing how it has affected the younger as he talks about his past.

Jungkook can only watch as the older takes the remote and turns off the screen of the TV. He lowers his body down and pulls him with a slight tug.

“Lay down,” Jungkook does and they just stare at one another. “Let’s sleep and forget about this hmm? I’m just glad you told me instead of keeping it bottled inside.” Taehyung says reaching over to rub his thumb on Jungkook’s cheek when the younger lifts his own to place over the other and holds his hand there. He closes his eyes to feel the sensation of his warm palm and the softness of Taehyung’s voice.

“Okay..”

Taehyung doesn’t know how long they stay laid on each side, but he feels like there is something wanting to rip free from his lungs, to scream it into the room. He notices Jungkook’s eyes are still shut and he shifts slightly so he’s closer to his face.

“Jungkook…” He bites his lip when he hums in reply, peeking one eye open to acknowledge what he has to say. Taehyung’s heart is beating against his rib cage, his hands turning clammy as he watches him through something he can’t quite place yet.

“I like you,” Taehyung holds his breath just staring, his cheeks getting hotter with every passing second. Jungkook watches him silently and Taehyung thinks that he shouldn’t have said it, should have waited. That is until he notices a smile breaking out on Jungkook’s lips and his eyes crinkle slightly as he presses their foreheads together.