Sex Pact {Taekook}

22.

So many of you were confused about the ' rape'  thing. Well, this chapter will clear your mind. And for general information, always know that, when someone is forcefully abused or raped, it's not considered as " SEX"  . Yeah, that's all.

___________

Jungkook's heart tightened on listening to the words that left taehyung's mouth. He never would have thought that the other would have faced something like that. Taehyung hugged Jungkook tighter, nuzzling more into his chest. Jungkook gently the blonde, understanding it must have been hard for him alone.

" Why are not saying anything? " Taehyung murmured slowly, his face still dumped into Jungkook's chest.

" Saying nothing will comfort you more I guess. Tell me everything, I will listen to you. " Jungkook put up a small smile, which visibly relaxed taehyung. Taehyung felt at ease, he didn't want to see or get any sort of sympathy from the other. Jungkook understood him. He was glad he opened up to the other.

" It was my senior year. The day of my graduation. My first love and boyfriend, His name was Jay. " Jungkook pouted a bit, taehyung feeling satisfied seeing his huge bunny being a bit jealous, as he should be. He was having a taste of Kim taehyung.

" I got a call from him and went to the storeroom, thinking that he might have planned a surprise for me. But when I reached there, someone held me by my mouth, locking the door behind me. The light was dim, but it took me a few seconds to realise that there were more than five guys there. Two held me down on the floor, while the other three looked at me with disgusting faces. " Taehyung paused a bit. Jungkook was upset, he was angry. If only he was there for him then, then that wouldn't had happened.

" I don't remember much, but it hurted so bad, kook. They shoved things in my body. It hurted so much. It bleeded too. " Taehyung's voice cracked a bit. Jungkook knew the other was at his limit.

" Shhh... It's okay. You shared it with me, all's fine. " Taehyung started breathing a bit faster, he knew he was about to get a panic attack, again. He looked at Jungkook, with widened eyes. As if wanting to tell something. But the other was confused.

" Tae?? What happened?? " Taehyung started hyperventilating, his breathing getting more uneven. Jungkook took out the inhaler from the other's pocket, pushing it into his mouth. Taehyung's breathe began to stabilise, slow pants and huffs echoing in the room. Jungkook sat still, seeing the other just lose his breathe in front of him. It infuriated him, that there was nothing he can do about it. He felt  helpless. Taehyung smiled sadly looking at Jungkook's worried face.

" This is my savior. Without this , I might die. " Taehyung chuckled slowly, but Jungkook couldn't help but seem worried. He  thought he was having troubles in his life, but he wouldn't have thought that others  too  suffer their own share of sadness. Everyone has their misery. This was something life comes with, without allowing us anytime to be prepared.

" Then should I tell about myself now? " Jungkook smiled a little lighting up the blonde. Taehyung nodded violently in excitement, ready to hear about the other.

" I was abandoned by my parents. This family adopted me when I was six or seven, I don't remember clearly. I thought I got a family to live with, to love. But I was wrong. It turned out that I was adopted only to run this underground business, so that the son of the head of this family doesn't have to face any risk. Funny, isn't it? "

Taehyung looked at Jungkook's empty expression. He himself, as an orphan, understood how bad would the other would had been craving the love of his parents. But all he got was a load of responsibilities, that he ws bound to fulfill. He cupped Jungkook's face in his palms, caressing the cheeks of the  brunette.

" Think about it. It actually turned out good, neither you had become a hardcore gangster, nor we had met each other, me simping over your fuckboy vibes. "

Jungkook choked on his saliva while taehyung grinned proudly at his statement. Both shared a kiss, slow and gentle, celebrating one step closer to each other, knowing each other a little bit more, sharing painful memories to each other. They felt that. The feeling of being connected a bit more, by a bond of pure trust and generosity.

It was the start of a blooming love.