he came like a whisper
left like a dream
nothing to prove he had ever been.
but the tears in the other boy's eyes
and his trembling lips
are the witness of his first kiss,
his first love,
and his very first heartbreak.
nothing felt good after that,
...
how I wish you could see the potential the potential of you and me it's like a book elegantly bound but in a language that you can't read just yet;
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Taehyung is on the edge as he pulls out his phone for what feels like the tenth time in ten minutes. Jungkook isn't responding to his messages and he is starting to feel frantic. So much so that he is currently pacing outside of Jungkook's dorm room waiting for him to show up.
Jimin is staying the night with Yoongi in their room because Taehyung told him he was going to be 'out,' which was bullshit, but he wanted an excuse to drink. He has been struggling the closer they get to Christmas and having Jimin here doesn't help. If anything it only makes it worse.
Taehyung should have gone up to the cliffs. He would have felt better freezing up there in this cold-ass December weather than creeping outside the guy he is fucking's room.
He's not just some guy though.
"Oh, fuck off," Taehyung grits out, massaging his temple.
"What are you doing here?"
Jungkook's voice startles him and he stops pacing to look at Jungkook. "I was waiting on you. Why weren't you answering the phone?" Taehyung's voice comes out a bit too accusing, and he watched as Jungkook's concern turns to annoyance in a snap of finger.
Jungkook rolls his eyes and then pulls out his key to open the door. "Not that it's any of your business, but I was in the art room finishing up my project."
"Were you able to get it done?" Taehyung can't help but ask, even though he didn't know why. They don't talk about this kind of stuff. It's just sex Taehyung has ever let it be about.
Jungkook used his hip to push open the door, his brow cocked, and his arms fold as he watched Taehyung. "Are you drunk?"
"I had a few drinks. Why's that matter?" Taehyung sounds defensive but he doesn't like the way Jungkook is looking at him. It's something like concern, sympathy, and maybe even worry, and it makes Taehyung anxious. He doesn't like people feeling sorry for him. He didn't want pity, not even from Jungkook.
Jungkook doesn't say anything, just gives him a little grunt, and then gestures for him to follow inside the room. Taehyung watched as Jungkook first throws his bag on his desk and plops down in his chair.
Feeling awkward, Taehyung also kicks off his shoes and jacket, leaving them in a heap by the door. "Jimin's in my room." His name leaves Taehyung's mouth like a dirty word and by Jungkook's expression, he caught it.
Taehyung takes in his assessing stare, watching as he clamps down on his bottom lip while he thinks of what to say. Fuck this. Taehyung reaches into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out the small bottle of vodka, and then takes a large gulp, not even wincing at the burn. He should probably be more concerned about how used to this he is getting, but he is not. He then tucks the bottle away, folding his arms as he waits for Jungkook to speak.
