If My Love is Wrong

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Warnings all over!! Those who will find this story uncomfortable to read, please do not read it. I won't mention anything explicitly but I believe everyone will understand what the Warning is all about. Once & for all, this oneshot does not want to prove anything, I just wanted to write something in this theme, so yeah.

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"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing.", Taehyung answers easily. He has become good at it now.

"Its definitely something.", Seokjin retorts in a flat tone.

Taehyung looks up from his lap tiredly. Seokjin is staring at him with a straight face, though his eyes were visibly curious; His hands crossed infront of his torso, the classic Seokjin style to assert dominance which ends up making him look utterly adorable.

Taehyung wants to kiss him.

"Its nothing, Jin. How many times do I need to say that?", he says instead, sounding a bit rough.

That makes Seokjin frown. "Why are you mad at me? I just want to help.", his lips form the sweetest pout in this God damned world on their own.

Taehyung has to look away, helpless, scared.

He is so, so scared of himself.

What has he turn into? Is he even a normal, functioning human at this point? Taehyung has a huge doubt about that.

"I don't need your help.", he mutters as his eyes wander out of the window. Two kids catch his eyes, playing with the snow.

The first snowfall of this year has arrived last night. Seokjin had dragged him outside, forgetting what it means to enjoy the first snowfall together, completely unaware of what it was doing to Taehyung's dark, disgusting heart.

"Okay fine. You don't need my help and maybe I actually can't help you with whatever it is. But talking about it does help, trust me!", Taehyung feels Seokjin sitting beside him comfortably, can feel their shoulders touching each other.

He inhales. Its stupid. So stupid. And so wrong! If only he could find a way to stop feeling the way he feels, if only he could stop feeling anything at all.

"I will keep that in mind. But right now there's absolutely nothing bothering me, yeah?", he said calmly, looking back at Seokjin.

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