⭐ You're Gonna Love Me [Vk]

Ep.22: sealed with a kiss

let's take a break off of all of the angsty storytelling and let's read about our boys mending their relationship instead

also because i need a mental break after writing kook's story, trying to portray all of those emotions, messes me up too, not just the fictional characters lol 👉👈

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The two still sit in the tub as they let their skin wrinkle from water. Jungkook has Taehyung resting in his lap in a cradle position. Taehyung has his head laying on Jungkook's chest. They sit there in a comfortable silence.

The air is less tense, the space between them had closed, and Jungkook seemed better too. It was like as if telling the story released a big burden off of the older. Between the stilled quietness, the warmth their bodies provided for each other, Taehyung's soft touches and rippling water surrounding them, it was a comfortable atmosphere to be in.

As his hand laid curled over the younger's stomach, he felt Taehyung's stomach grumble.

"Are you hungry?" Jungkook asks with a light chuckle. "Mhm." Taehyung answers quietly out of embarrassment. "Cute. I guess we have been in here for a while. Let's wash up and then we can get dressed and I'll make you something." Jungkook tells him as he carefully gets up with Taehyung in his arms bridal style.

He places him down gently and let's him stand on his own. Jungkook watches as Taehyung starts to wash himself off with some soap as he turns on the shower water. Jungkook then stairs down at the newly bought shampoo he bought earlier when he went out. "Can I wash your hair?" He asks with a stutter from shyness.

Taehyung turns around to face Jungkook with a curious look. "Hmm? Why do you want to do that?" Taehyung asks. "Well I realized how your hair smells like vanilla and lavender so I sniffed all of the ones at the store and this one resembles you the most. Plus when we were little and I would watch you, you seemed to like it a lot when your mom did it. So I want to try it too." Jungkook mumbles his explanation quietly.

Taehyung's silence unnerved, he thought he revealed too much and now the younger was disturbed with him. He thought this until Taehyung leans behind him to grab the shampoo. He watches Taehyung open the bottle and sniff it, then he holds the shampoo out to the older himself. "I love this brand. It's amazing how you got the right one." Taehyung says.

"Here you go!" Taehyung beams as he gently places the shampoo in Jungkook's hands since Jungkook still seemed stunned by the younger's actions. He finally comes back to his senses and decides to put some shampoo onto his hands and lathers it on gently on the top of Taehyung's hair.

He massages the younger's scalp smoothly, admiring the small little hums of contentment that Taehyung would quietly release. Jungkook looks down at the brown looks and frowns gently. "Why did you dye your hair? And when did you do it?" Jungkook asks, genuinely curious. He was always fond of the wavy, dark brown locks that Taehyung would sport. Another contrast that the younger had, compared to the untamed, straightened and very blackened locks.

A contrast that showed that Taehyung always had light in his life, he always had a better life than Jungkook. So for Taehyung to dye his hair, willingly changing the dark brown locks that would show different highlights of light brown when the sun hit it right.

"I don't know, I just thought the color change would be nice." Taehyung finally answers. "Nice? Well I much rather prefer your dark brown hair over this blonde style any day." Jungkook says as he starts raking his hands through Taehyung's soapy hair. "Why?" Taehyung asks, he's actually curious. "Because it reminds me of the younger versions of us. Those days when we played together and hung out almost everyday. Your hair always gave off light brown highlights when the sun hit it. It was pretty. You are very pretty Taehyung." Jungkook confesses, his movements in Taehyung's hair slowing down.

"I appreciate the compliment, thank you, but don't you ever consider changing things. We're not young anymore Kook. Things have to change." Taehyung says. He feels Jungkook's movements really come to a stop while he was mid raking through his hair.  

"Why would I want to change? If I stay like this then you'll stay with me like you did when we were younger." Jungkook explains quietly. This makes Taehyung frown but he doesn't say anything. He just gently takes the shampoo from Jungkook and raises it slightly with a shake as if asking 'May I do yours too?'. 

Jungkook seems to have caught what Taehyung means and nods gently. Jungkook watches Taehyung put a little soap into his hands and rubs it in his palms before lathering it into Jungkook's hair. Taehyung watches as Jungkook becomes tenseless and relaxes into the keening circles the younger rubs into his hair. He hums and sighs contently as he let's his eyes calmly close. Jungkook lets his head rest on the younger's shoulder as Taehyung still rubs through his hair. The reaction satisfying the younger but also making curious onto why he was reacting this way.

And it's just as if Jungkook read his mind when he starts to speak. "I never, had something like this done to my hair at all. My dad wasn't the affectionate type and my mother was very busy often. They were polar opposites, he was big and tough and she was frail and reserved. I guess you could say I have my father's appearance and my mother's fragile shyness is what I am on the inside. Anyways, the one thing they both would always have in common was their resentment towards me. I don't think they wanted a child as early as they got one. My father's resentment towards me was because it caused more of a workload since we weren't as privileged as you and your family. And my mother's resentment came from my father negligence towards her and how he stopped giving her love after I was born. So you can see how love ran around in my family. We had none. I actually had my mother's frail appearance and shy attitude, so carrying that and battered clothing, throughout my school life, really made me a target to bullies. Around the time you came around, I was almost about to kill myself. But then I met you. So you could see why I'm absolutely loving this right now, right? But then they took me away from you again and that made me sad. Sad to the point I wanted to kill myself but I didn't because I reminded myself that they took me away, you didn't leave me. But if you were to leave me, then what would I even be living for?" Jungkook tells him as he hugs Taehyung around the waist comfortingly and possessively.

Taehyung feels like crying. He never knew, even their story never provided Jungkook's dark history of suicidal thoughts. He can't leave now, not with Jungkook on the verge of death if Taehyung ever did leave willingly. So leaving wasn't an option anymore, only helping the older was the right way to go.

"Kookie, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that you have to carry all of this pain." Taehyung cries as he rubs soothing circles into Jungkook's hair. He hears Jungkook himself sniffle too. "Jungkook, there are other things to live for, not just me. You have to find other things one day." Taehyung explains softly. "Ha, you make it sound like you're planning on leaving me when you say that." Jungkook chuckles sadly through his tears.

Taehyung rinses his hands from shampoo and holds Jungkook's face with both of his hands off his shoulder and makes both of their foreheads rest on each others. "No, I would never ever even think of leaving you." Taehyung pledges as rubs the pads of his thumbs across Jungkook's cheeks. Jungkook looks up at him with lidded, teary eyes. "Promise?" Jungkook asks with a small voice.

Taehyung places a soft kiss on Jungkook's lips and when he breaks it he says, "Promise" reassuringly.

"Good because I wouldn't let you leave anyways." Jungkook says before he lands his lips on Taehyung's for a passionate kiss, one to which Taehyung responds to almost immediately.

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um, so. . .how do i explain this. . . . . .