jungkook has a hard time dealing with his past...then he meets taehyung....but you know, a mere boy won't fix all his problems, right?
Taehyung finds out his boyfriend's true colors in the worst way possible, but he just wants to love.....maybe that...
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Jungkook's POV:
the room was dark, the floor was carpet but still very cold. the blanket wasn't doing anything. i tossed and turned. I don't why they couldn't have just left me alone at the party. I would have been fine. My face wasn't even that bad. I would much rather be smoking a joint, sipping on a beer, and making out on an expensive frat boys couch. Not trying to fall asleep on some dusty ass carpet.
I groan and sit up. I've accepted the fact that I'm not going to be falling alseep tonight-well at least not on the floor.
I stand up and take my jacket off off Jin's recliner, and pull out my vape. I inhale the flavored smoke deeply and exhale. God that nic buzz is just what i needed.
I sit on the recliner and continue taking puffs. I look over directly at Taehyung who is curled up in a ball on the couch. He let out soft noises every once and while. Something about watching him sleep peacefully comforted me. I wonder if he's going to remember what he told me last night, or what we almost did.
I hear a ringing and pull my phone to my ear
"Hello?"
"JUNGKOOK! I'm looking for you! I was wondering if you want a ride back my place since your staying over?" Yoongi asked. I could hear faint shouting and music in the back.
"Oh uh about that, this guy Jin took me to his place. So I'm just going to stay here."
"Woah...You're hooking up with someone RIGHT NOW? Jungkook you dog!"
"NO! No, it's not like that. He has a boyfriend."
"Oh so you're observing." Yoongi says teasingly.
"Hell no! Yoongi i swear to god."
"Hey, I don't judge."
"Okay bye dude"
"Bye"
I hang up and shake my head with a chuckle.
"Jungkook?" I look up to see Taehyung sitting up straight. His eyes are still slightly shut and his hair is pointed in different directions. "What-what are you doing here?" He shuffles and sits with his feet planted on the floor.
I take another hit and exhale. "You don't remember?"
He looks at me and raises and eyebrow and scratches his bed head.
"What should I remember?" He asks.
I lean forward and put my elbows on my knees. "The party."
"Oh that." he pulls the blanket off of his lap and rubs his eyes. "I remember drinking-A LOT, I danced with this pretty blonde boy, and umm w-we...." He nibbles on his bottom lip. "We made out. You got me high." He turns to look at me with puppy eyes.
"Yeah." I say plainly. Does he not remember the bedroom, the crying, the confession, the fight? Should I tell him? "But Taehyung you kind of forgot some details." I say.
