"But I wasn't crying because she bullied me. I was crying because my little finger didn't reach or hit my prostate." He sighed, then glanced at the handkerchief, wiping away his tears.
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What will happen when a certain person decides to let his in...
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Tears streamed down Jungkook's cheeks as he read Taehyung's message. He never realized his not so innocent but funny messages could hurt Taehyung so deeply. His heart ached at the thought of being misunderstood by the one he loved dearly.
"I never meant to hurt you," Jungkook whispered to himself, his voice choked with emotion.
His fingers trembled as he typed out his response, struggling to find the right words.
"I did it for fun, to make you comfortable, to understand you better. I love you, Taehyung."
But doubt gnawed at his heart. "What if he hates me when he finds out it was me? What if he sees me as disgusting?"
The weight of Taehyung's accusations crushed him. "He thinks I'm just using him, that I'm a... a whore. But I love him, I would never use him like that."
Jungkook's sobs grew louder as he grappled with his own insecurities. "Maybe he's right. Maybe I am just a horny bitch. But... but I love you."
The thought of facing Taehyung now filled Jungkook with dread.
"How can I face you after this? Should I just avoid you? It might be for the best... You should stay away from someone like me."
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Jungkook collapsed onto his bed, his body shaking with sobs. Tears poured down his cheeks, soaking the pillow beneath him. He curled into a ball, clutching his chest as if trying to hold the pain inside. Each breath came out in ragged gasps, like he couldn't catch his breath between the waves of hurt crashing over him. It felt like his whole world was crumbling around him, leaving him feeling small and helpless, like a lost child in a storm.
