WRONG PHONE NUMBER ! TK

the past

but let's make snow angels in the dirt

cont. (tw: homophobia, outing, family trauma, drugs, bullying, physical and emotional abuse, violence, shitty parent)

recap: "are- are you cheating on me?"

"what the fuck? no?!" taehyung scoffs, not realising the harshness of his voice, he was just taken aback and somewhat hurt that jeongguk would even say that.

"then who the fuck were you on the fucking phone to?!" jeongguk bites back, unconsciously matching the others' tone. just wanted pure, plain answers now.

taehyung stirred in his place, breaking eye contact. he gnaws on his bottom lip while looking down at his own hands. knowing that it's going to cause jeongguk more pain if he just said 'sorry, can't tell you.' and could jeopardise their relationship.

he'll just have to come out with it.

"i was on the phone to...

-yoongi."

"YOU'RE CHEATING ON ME WITH YOONGI?!"

"NO?! WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT?"

"why the FUCK do you taste like the special honey tea that only he makes?"

jeongguks hands are in fists and it makes taehyung gulp.

"because... i went to his place!"

"to do what?!"

"to...

plan the boyfriend proposal i was gonna surprise you with!" taehyung lips form into a thin line, crossing his arms. damn, even he looks defeated now. "i wanted to make it special and formal and shit..."

"w-what about the phone call, the one in the kitchen? you said 'you're
way hotter' and sounded like you c-called them 'love.'" jeongguk piques, genuine, innocent. fragility heightened from the memory of that phone call. his eyes squinted, still trying to piece things together. just wanted to get everything clear in his mind.

"what I meant was I wanted him to guess my idea, and he was getting 'hotter', or closer to guessing it. and no, koo. I didn't call him love. I said 'he (you) is gonna be so in love' with the surprise." clarity thick in his deep voice. his tone is calm, calculated and clear with no indication of annoyance. which was perplexing for the ravenette because he'd expect him to flip out on him.

"oh."

was the only thing jeongguk could utter. the only thing that would escape jeongguks throat that felt like it was closing up.

he was too afraid, embarrassed to even look at taehyungs face. 'yeah, I definitely fucked this one up...' he thinks to himself.

"i'm so, so fucking sorry." he has his head in his hands now, fingers itching to pull his own hair out, on the tether. tears threatening to spill from his eyes again. "-you k-know what, its, its better for you to free yourself from me while you can. I totally un-understand if you want to break up with me." jeongguk mumbles, all muffled because he's face his literally squished against his own hands. trying to make himself small in hopes of magically disappearing.