Mistake Of that Night √ | TK

Chapter Sixteen

“Why didn't you ask me? I could give you the money Taehyung” Jungkook says softly, already knowing what the answer might be and he knows he is right when The racer immediately shakes his head furiously.

“No, I couldn't ask you. no I can't just simply ask you for money Jungkook. That is such a big amount. Are you out of your mind? What are we, Jungkook? We are literally just… fuck buddies?!” Taehyung feels his chest tight as he lets those words out and Jungkook’s eyes hardened.

He felt anger build up in his veins at that. “You know that's not true, Taehyung” He clasps Taehyung’s hands on his own. He knows it's not the time, not the time to argue, not the time to correct him but it's like he can't help himself. Jungkook’s blood boils at what Taehyung labelled them as.

“You know it, We aren't just some stupid fuck buddies you know that, I would have helped you Tae, without any questions. I would have given you the money without some stupid interest, heck I wouldn't even expect you to return the money back. You are more than just some hook up Taehyung I made it pretty fucking clear. I would have—”

“Well, I didn't think of that alright!” Taehyung snaps, glaring at Jungkook.

“I didn't think this would end up like this! I didn't thought you'll help me for such a stupid reason. I didn't think I— I didn't thought I mean more to you then just some — Some stupid hook up partners alright!” Taehyung bursts out, moving his hands around in exasperation.

Taehyung takes a deep breath knowing well he might get into another attack if he kept on going like this, it wasn't the first time he had an attack. The racer had panic attacks almost daily at one point of his life but that was ages ago, he had outgrown that phase. If it was any other time he probably wouldn't have needed someone else to help him through it, he could do it on own. But this was close, so close to the reason behind why he had panic attacks in the first place. So he takes a deep breath and speaks more calmly, more without anger polluting his words.

“Now I started shouting at you. I'm sorry, okay! I  just don't know what I'm gonna do, Zolotoy and I hate it so much. I'm so fucked Jungkook” The racer grabs his head, feeling it spinning as another thunder booms. It seems like it'll rain soon. The dark clouds had completely hid the half moon.

“You are not, I'll take care of it alright? You can leave. Pretend this never happened ok? It’s all good Tae. Just leave” Taehyung’s eyes widened at that, after all the things he expected from the mobster, this wasn't one of them.

He didn't expect the sudden hug which came either, but he didn't hate it, loved it in fact. The way Jungkook engulfed him whole made him feel protected and he wasn't going to let that go just cause he is a stubborn asshole

Taehyung slowly shakes his head, completely against the idea. He has never been the one to let others deal with his mess, this time too he won't. No matter how much it made the urge to puke heightened, no matter how much he felt like a monster for killing someone.

“No, Jungkook, I'm not leaving you here alone to deal with it alone!”

“But—”

“No Buts! This is my mess and I'm not going to dump that on you. It's my mess and I'll— I'll figure something out. You don't have to worry, you can leave; I don't want to be a burden, it's good I'm good I'll figure it out” Taehyung nods to himself, agreeing with whatever he said but Jungkook didn't.

A burden.

The racer can never be A burden to him, never ever. Even if he'll try to be, he'll never be a burden. Not to Jungkook anyway and the mobster would make sure to put if not drill it inside his head. He immediately hugged him tighter, expressions of some strict father.