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,
...
the world's full of second chances you just gotta keep on dancing;
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"You need to start taking this seriously," Jungkook chastises, pointing down to the notebook Taehyung was just scribbling on. It's been a few hard weeks since his cliff, drunk, emotional meltdown and Jungkook has been doing everything Taehyung's therapist suggests to help him work through the issues in his head.
"I am, but come on." Taehyung pauses, trying to hold in his laughter. "You have to admit this is stupid."
Jungkook's face pinches and he shakes his head before gesturing to the paper. "It's not. I completely agree with Dr. H."
Taehyung has a new therapist now and while she's a lot more responsive than his last one was, she's in total cahoots with his boyfriend and they tag team on fucking with him.
Taehyung sighs and rolls his eyes, grabbing the pen off the desk, and starts to scribble once more while Jungkook is standing behind him, reading over his shoulder expectantly. He is currently doing an exercise where he writes down all the good qualities about himself so he can use them to reference when he is having negative thoughts. He personally didn't see how admitting he has perfect white teeth will stop him when he is on a downward spiral but if it makes Jungkook happy, he is happy.
"You do have the best smile," Jungkook mutters, wrapping his arms around Taehyung from behind and resting his chin on his shoulder. "I've always loved your one crooked front tooth."
Taehyung scoffs, nudging him in the stomach with his elbow. "You're a brat!"
"You love it." Jungkook's raspy voice tickles his ear and he can't help that his cock perks with interest. Jungkook turns him inside out. What can he say?
Smiling to himself, Taehyung starts to write again and is rewarded with the sound of Jungkook's gasp.
"Taehyung!" Jungkook stands straight from his leaning position, giving Taehyung's hair a light tug. "You can't write that. Dr. H is going to read these." He's trying to scold him but the waver in his tone lets Taehyung know he got to him.
Taehyung spins to face Jungkook, giving him a suggestive eyebrow wag. "I feel like this is a very... big part of the amazingness that is me."
Jungkook tries and fails to hide his smirk. "I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to know about your 'ten-inch cock.'" He uses air quotes, as if implying Taehyung's dick is not actually that big.
Taehyung lets out an exaggerated gasp, pointing to his cock. "Don't knock little Taehyung. You know he's huge."
"He's not ten inches huge. Maybe a solid eight, but ten?" Jungkook teases, giving an overanimated head shake. "No way."
"Maybe you just need a reminder?" Taehyung is up and out of the chair before Jungkook can say another word, walking him backwards until he falls onto his bed. Taehyung goes down with him, caging his body and loving the way he bites down on his lip as he settles down.
