CIGS & TATTS | KOOKV

Ch 25. Flushed

Taehyung couldn't stop his hands from shaking, his retort of words and his body from not just going out from this dorm at the moment

All he could think of was Jungkook, and he stayed in his dorm. As hours kept going and he felt useless. He could only wait, wait and wait for Jungkook to come back.

He feels like he have always been waiting

But if it's Jungkook, he would wait until the end of the world. Even if he's feet wouldn't let him walk anymore, and even if he could barely feel his own air in his lungs he wouldn't think twice if it's him

Because all Taehyung had ever known to be the person who showed him, that home wasn't supposed to be hurting. Showed him, that when he is with him. He is allowed to smile

So he couldn't help, having his own body traced into nothingness when the door had finally opened, and he finds himself preferring that much more than slamming doors.

He really was tired of facing them. Because he can't tell anyone to not go.

So he wished, as his pained eyes met Jungkooks. That he would not go. That he would stay.

Please stay

Why can't he say it, why can't he say anything than the pain traced his eyes when they slowly rested down to Jungkooks fists, the blood crippling his knuckles.

And a shaked breath left his tounge.

He's sorry, he's so sorry. He really is so sorry. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Kook

But there were no words. And he felt like the mind was useless, his thoughts were so useless when he couldn't do anything but gathered his legs to go towards Jungkook, his shaked fingers slowly holding Jungkooks bleeding knuckles in his

His heart breaking in a way he didn't know it was able to.

"It's nothing. I'm okay"

The dark haired told before he slowly passed by him, his weight slowly sitting down on his bed, his hands resting on his legs. Taehyung slowly watching him, eyes sinking by the second

Why was he bleeding.

Sometimes Taehyung felt tired of asking questions, didn't want to write and didn't want to keep asking for answers he knew he wouldn't get. So he settled with the only things he could do.

His legs slowly gathering themselves as he traced over to Jungkook. Who's weight was seated on the bed. And his fingers slowly came up , touching the dark haired's fingers, where the blood had painted along his tattoos on his skin

And Jungkook looked up at him upon that, his gaze laid upon the blonde boy who's sunken eyes didn't leave his injured hands.

"Taehyung"

Taehyung doesn't know how to let things go - holds onto all of the wrong parts of his life. And he tried to hold on to things that he was afraid of losing.

And he knows, that there was a day where he felt happy. Where there were his parents, both smiling down on his small smile. That once his father and mother loved him. And that there was a day he had a friend that he laughed with.

Once, long ago, there was a time when  he saw happiness through Jungkook and Taehyung would feel so okay.

"Taehyung"

"Look at me"

Jungkook lowered out. And Taehyung let his teary eyes slowly trace down to look at the older. And as soon as he did, he didn't have time to think before he felt Jungkooks grip yank his hand forward, his body almost falling into his lap

And anything he had planned to do dies in his throat when Jungkook crashed his lips into his.

Jungkook leans further and kisses him. And it's so gentle, then the one he had with him days ago. His lips brushing further into his when his hands came down to grip around Taehyungs small middle, probably staining his light sweater with painting blood but neither of them cares.

Not when their lips only deepened against the dimmed light, Jungkook pulling him closer against his lap.

Jeongguk is aware of every part of him that is touching any part of Taehyung, holding him close against the grip on his waist, wanting to bring him closer. And Taehyung is flushed red, finding himself all burned away of forgetting everything by being so close, of being pressed so close against Jungkook

And after what feels like shorter than needed, they pull away. Lips and clashing breathes so close until he could feel all of his warm breath against his own.

And Jungkook slowly let his forehead rest upon his own, half dazed eyes gazing into his own.

"Don't go back to them again, not without me"

Jungkook almost whispered out between his breath, his injured hand on his waist slowly coming up to trace along Taehyungs flushed cheek.

Taehyung swallows, tries to force his brain to cooperate and not mess as he nodded slowly, not ready when he felt Jungkooks lips against the corner of his  own again

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