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Jungkook decided to avoid Tae after the library incident. He was so mad at himself for not hurting Tae even when he got an opportunity.

It was a Sunday and Jungkook was called for football practice.

Since it was too sunny the practice was wrapped up pretty early. Jungkook knew no one would be there in the boy's locker room. He decided to take a quick bath and head home.

Opening the door he moved towards his locker when he heard someone's voice.

That deep, sultry voice which he hated to love.

"Shit - forgot - clothes."

Jungkook could barely gather a few words but he heard the door unlocking and someone walking out of the bath.

He hid behind the huge cupboard - his eyes on the sight in front of him.

Tae walked out all wet, hair dripping with water, water droplets falling off his gorgeous body, only wrapped around in a small towel that reached his knee.

Bending Tae began to take out his clothes. When he had everything, he closed the bag and stood in front of the mirror, and looked at himself smiling.

He was just checking if he had properly washed his hair or not.

But that gave Jungkook at least 2 minutes to ogle at Tae.

Also, that gave a good amount of time for Jungcock to wake up - grinning. Grinning at that booty all bending in front of the mirror.

Jungkook looked down and sighed disappointedly at his body.

Gulping, he looked up again at Tae. I mean - the damage was already done.

A boy had made Jungkook hard.

A boy - that too Kim Taehyung.

But how - how could he be so pretty and perfect? His hair was all so gorgeous, his face shining and glowing, his neck all spread out to be marked. His chest - oh - his chest looked so milky white.

(if only Jungkook knew)

His legs were more gorgeous than any other girl in the whole town. Humming a song, Tae took the clothes inside to change.

Without making any noise, Jungkook marched out and locked himself in the staff washroom.

He knew it would be empty.

"Shit!" he looked at his boner and sighed.

His hands moved to his crotch and he shook his head, "No - no - no fucking way I am gonna do this. That boy - called me filth."

And like that Jungkook decided he wasn't gonna touch himself thinking about the snotty princess.

He fished out his phone and began looking for any girl's number who would just come running.

And that's when he realized that the only girl he was talking to was PJ.

And PJ was like his sister who his mother wanted him to marry.

Finally, Jungkook found a number.

Stacy!

He remembered meeting her at a party and talking dirty. But they only talked and nothing happened.

Sighing, he hovered his finger over the call button. But he couldn't press the call button.

He could only see Tae sleeping on the couch feeling so sick.

He looked so pure. He wanted that pure thing.

Pure and filth together.

Jungkook shoved the phone in his pocket and ran out of the college driving home like there was an apocalypse.

Once he went home he knew what to do. He shut the door and removed all the papers, pencils, and colors, and began to sketch.

That cooled off his mind and dick.

In the evening, Mrs. Jeon knocked on Jungkook's door but he was sound asleep. She was so worried about him. He barely talked to anyone at home always with his useless friends.

She saw the room in mess. The colors, the sketch, the pencils.

The sketch?

Wait a minute, she didn't even know that Jungkook could draw other than dicks and balls on their servants' faces when he was 10.

Smiling, she grabbed the paper from his fist and saw the drawing.

That was the first sketch he made of Tae and him and it traumatized Mrs. Jeon.

She had no idea who the boy was in the drawing but she felt so bad for him.

Tae and Jungkook were in a windowless room painted all black and grey. Jungkook was standing with just his black leather pants, cigarette between his lips, and a smirk on too.

He had a cane in his hand as he stood like a boss staring at the helpless Tae. The cane was lifting Tae's chin up.

Tae was kneeling on the ground in white panties, his hands and legs tied as he looked up at Jungkook with glassy eyes.

Mr. Jeon crumpled the paper in anger. She had so many questions but at that moment she decided to ignore them. She knew Jungkook was already fighting with his parents. If she asked him more about this. This boy. His relationship with Jungkook would just result in more explosions. Little did she know, more fan arts were coming.

Taking the crumped paper with her she decided to throw it in the garbage. Looking back she saw how peacefully Jungkook looked while sleeping. She wished for a miracle. Just one tiny miracle so Jungkook would change. Become the man his parents wanted him to be.