Heartbreaker

Chapter 8: That Night

Taehyung was looking at his watch. Lunch time's almost over. He didn't come. Where is he? Did he do something wrong? Is he avoiding him again? Taehyung looked at the banana milk he bought for Jungkook. He checked his phone. Still, no reply.

"Where is he? Is he ignoring my messages again?" Taehyung asked Jimin.

"I haven't got any from him too. I'm going to call him."

"No. Wait. He must be at the library." Taehyung said as he got up. "I'm going to check."

Jimin slowly nodded his head. He was a little surprised that Taehyung is...thoughtful. Not just this day though. He was being really considerate these past few days. He's been taking care of Jungkook's meals. He even got Jungkook banana milk again. His eyes lingered at Taehyung's retreating form for a moment then he turned to Yoongi who was also observing Taehyung with a smile on his face.

Taehyung was walking towards the library holding a banana milk in his hand. He was apprehensive of the time. Jungkook will have his next class in twenty minutes. He hasn't eaten his lunch yet. Where is he? And as if she read his mind, a girl she met on the way said:

"Jungkook's in the library."

"Thanks." He smiled at her.

He found him in the farthest corner, head down. He wondered what he's doing. He arrived at his position and found out that he was sleeping. He put the banana milk on the table.

"Jungkook. Jungkook, wake up." He squished his cheeks using his thumb and middle finger.

"Mmmm." Jungkook stirred.

Taehyung checked his watch. 15 minutes. He's going to give him five more. He pulled out a chair beside him and sat. He noticed the librarian doing rounds. He saw that she found one student sleeping and hit his head with a book. Taehyung immediately took the Philosophy book lying on the table. He opened the book and positioned it so that it hid Jungkook's head. He was holding the front and back covers of the book, with one arm around the sleeping Jungkook. He put his head close to his, like he is whispering in his ear.

"Come on, say it with me. Breakeven point is equal to the fixed cost divided by the difference between the sales price per unit and the variable cost per unit." He said as the librarian went past them.

He exhaled when she returned to her table. He looked at his watch. 9 minutes. He rested his head down beside him. Jungkook moved his head. He was now facing him. Taehyung admired his face. Ethereal. Everything about him is alluring. His straight nose. His full brows. His short lashes. His cute chin. His plump lips and the mole under it. He almost forgot that he has a scar on his cheek. He remembered he noticed the scar that night. That night when he was also this close to him. When they lied side by side, arms around each other. When they shared warmth underneath a single cover. The night he first met him. The night he slept with him.

...

Jungkook opened his eyes and found himself face to face with Taehyung. Jungkook admired his face. He is extremely alluring in the soft daylight. He's perfect. His straight nose. His thick brows. His long lashes. His sharp jaw. His pink lips. He noticed the small mole near the tip of his nose. He closed his eyes again and snuggled closer to his chest. He's so warm. And smells really good. Kim Taehyung smells so good. Jungkook's eyes fluttered open at the sudden realization. His nerves fired up and he noticed how warm it was under the cover. He slowly moved his hand and realized that his palm is touching Taehyung's bare back. He breathed slowly, deeply then tilted his head up. Shit was all he could muster.

What happened? What happened last night? He asked himself.

Where am I? Why am I with him?

He slowly sat up, trying not to disturb Taehyung's sleep. The cover fell from his body. He is naked. Completely naked. He quickly peeked under the sheet to check. He's fully naked too. He fell out of the bed from shock. His lower back hurt.

Oh my god. I got railed. Is this how it feels like? Shit. Shit. Shit.

When Jungkook, in his drunken, miserable state, decided that he will sleep around this was not what he had in mind. He's not actually sure what made him do it. He's not certain with many things. He didn't know himself apparently. Or he's just not being honest? He tried to remember. He recalled drinking with him.

"KIM TAEHYUNG, YOU ASSHOLE!"

"Woah! You know me?"

He remembered he slapped his face. And then they were laughing. They were running. He was holding...two eggs? Then they were at the backseat of a car, kissing. Jungkook rocked back and forth, head on his knees. Why? Of all people, why him?

"You punks! Wait until you're home. Please. Not in my car!" He recalled someone say.

He's hyperventilating. He's pulling his hair. He looked at Taehyung who was still sleeping peacefully. He crawled to get close. He studied his face. He's fighting the urge to flick his tall nose. He's majestic. He wondered what would happen once he wakes up. What does he do after this? Will he ask him to leave? Will he ask him to stay for breakfast? Will he drive him home after? What will happen when they see each other at school? Will he kiss and tell? Jungkook looked down. THE Kim Taehyung. Everybody knows. Everyone always knows who he fucked. He got fucked. He's fucked. He fucked up. He slowly stood up and looked for his clothes. He dressed up quickly and left.

He did the same thing when he woke up, face to face, with him at the library. He ran away. He noticed people staring at them. He left him there, sleeping. He went to the restroom to wash his face. Or maybe, to try and wash the guilt away.

He was about to come out of the restroom when he heard people talking.

"You think he likes him?"

"Isn't it pretty obvious? He did change a lot. It might be because of him."

"Changed? How so?"

"He doesn't flirt with others. Just him. And we haven't heard any of his hookups anymore."

Gasps. "Is it the end of the world?!"

"Are you nuts? He stopped flirting when he couldn't get through Iris too. Then went right back at it the morning after he got her."

"Yep. I'm telling you. He's just one of them. He's a part of the menu."

"Is he smart enough to know that?"

"I want to believe that he is. But the way he looks at him, tells me otherwise."

"Poor thing. He'll leave him once he gets him."

"That's who he is though. What made him think he will change?"

Jungkook chuckled internally. He felt a sting in his chest. He looked at the banana milk in his hand. The one brought by Taehyung. Tears threaten to pour. He closed his eyes, bidding them to go away. He sniffed with eyes closed. He tried to compose himself and when he did, he looked at the bottle of banana milk in his hand and tossed it in the bin.