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:
I groan as a sharp pain hits my back. 'What the hell?' I feel it again. I sit up and open squint my eyes, still getting use to the moring sun shinning throught the blinds. I look over to my right and see Taehyung still asleep, but his arms are moving here and there. That must have been what hit my back.
I remove the blanket from me, stand up, and stretch. My back and joints pop satisfyingly. I pull out my phone and text Yoongi.
"Hey can you come pick me up? I'll send you the address"
I finish putting back on my boots and hear some commotion coming from the kitchen. I walked my way over and see Jin standing by the stove stirring something in a pot. Namjoon is holding onto him from behind gently kissing his neck and smiling.
"Joon...I told you later..."
"I'm just giving you kisses. You like kisses, don't you?"
"Yeah."
"My kisses right?"
"Especially your kisses." Jin says leaning his head to the side humming.
"Yeah I know." Jin said smugly. Namjoon just laughs and holds Jin tighter.
"I love you." Namjoon says quietly against Jin's skin.
"I love you too." Jin says with a small smile.
Something inside me felt lighter. Watching them hold onto each other. The way they spoke and kissed. They fit like puzzle pieces. I felt a yearning. A yearning to have something like that. To hold or be held by someone like that. I want that.....but I'm never going to get it. I'm not made for that. I'm not made for love. I'm made to love.
I walk back to the living room waiting on Yoongi to come get me. I sit down on the couch Taehyung was still sleeping on. His lips formed a pout, his cheeks puffed, and his skin glowed. He looked so at peace in his slumber. He hold onto the pillow that was once under his head tightly. The blanket was now at his feet from moving too much in his sleep. His white grey t-shirt rose up to show some of his soft and undefined stomach. Looking at him made my head foggy. He made my heart race and my stomach flutter. I don't understand. I don't want to understand.
I heard a loud honk from out side and threw my jacket on. I knew as soon as I got into Yoongi's car every happy feeling I felt in that dorm fled. I knew I was being dropped off at my house. I knew that I was going to see random men in women in my living room. Pills, bottles, cigars, and white powder dusted mirrors.
I waved Yoongi goodbye and made my way into my house. Right when I opened the door I saw a man trying to light his cigarette. He had dark brown hair with hints of grey. His suit was ruined and blood was dried under his nose.
"Hey kid, you got a light? This stupid lighter is being a pain in my ass." I dug out my lighter and tossed it to him. "Thanks."
I made my way to the living room and saw what I expected. It reeked of vodka and sweat. Bodies were slung out across the floor and couch. Little to none were dressed fully. I look over to the glass table and see white lines. Cocaine. I lick my lips and sit down close to them. I breathe in the stench of the room and continue to look at the bleach white powder. Another dime bag of cocaine is layed out by the lines. I take out my wallet and pull out a dollar bill. I roll it up into a hollow cylinder.
I place it above the lines and sniff-hard. I groan and hold onto the bridge of my nose. I close my eyes for a minute and sit back. "God."
I take the dime bag and stuff it into my pocket. I can't let the rest of this go to waste either, so sweep the other two lines back into their empty bags.
I shake my head and run my hands through my hair. All my senses are heightened. I feel happy. I feel perfect. I feel just fine. The stench is gone.
