𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 ᴛᴋ

18

𓂃⋆ KIM TAEHYUNG ⋆𓂃

We Lost. We fucking lost. After all the hard work we did, I let my team down.I couldn't even. How hard was that? The noise of the crowd around me fades into a buzzing sound. My teammates gather around me, dejected but they seemed to care about me more.

Ew: It's okay, Tae. We tried our best, that's what matters.

He pulled me up to my feet. When I didn't respond, he grabbedmy shoulders and shook me slightly.I am not a jealous type so I clapped for them. Yes, we lost but I can't do anything much now.Someone tapped my shoulder.

Mr Kim: Tae

I turned around and saw dad standing there and I instantly hugged him as tears once again made their way out of my eyes. Dad gently rubbed my back.

Mrkim: It's okay... it's okay...

I cried for a minute in his embrace before sniffing back my tears and pulling back. Dad gave me an assuring smile and kissed my forehead.

Mrkim: We are all proud of you. You did your best, okay?

I nodded slowly and he wiped away my tears

Th: Where's Jungkook??

Dad gestured over his shoulder and I saw Jungkook standing behind the boundary, his hands stuffed in his pockets and eyes on us and his jaw clenched. Is he...angry?

Th: What's wrong with him?

He frowned and flung a look at him.

Mrkim: I don't know... he looked just fine earlier.

Leaving dad, I walked to him and his gaze softened and I was pulled into his arms. I sighed breathing in his comforting smell, burying my face in his chest.He pressed his lips to my hair, breathing heavily.

Jk: How much is it hurting?

Th: Um...i...feel waste

Jk: The World Cup can go fuck itself Taehyung. I am asking about your injury.

His voice wasn't the usual loving one, he seemed to be controlling his anger. And I have no freaking idea why.

Th: It's okay...

He hummed in response and held me tighter and said nothing more. What's wrong with him?I lifted my head and glanced up at him.

Th: Jungkook

His jaw ticked and he cupped my cheek.

Jk: Meet me at the hotel.

And for a second he caressed my cheek and then stepped back. Baffled, I nodded slowly and left as someone called me for a group photo.

He is angry. He didn't kiss me, he didn't call me Tae or baby. Just Taehyung. Which means he is pissed off with me but what for? I didn't even do anything...is he mad that we lost? But he just said he didn't care about the World Cup.

[Skip]

It was late when I reached the hotel with my team and bidding them goodnight, I went to my room or our room. I had a spare room key with me and I opened the door and went inside and dumped my kit.

Jungkook was standing there with his back to me, gazing out of the floor to ceiling windows. He had already changed his clothes and was just in a pair of sweatpants.

Th: Jungkook And when he turned around, I almost gasped at the look of anger on his face. All directed at me.

Th: W-what did I do...?Why are you so pissed off?

Jk: What did you do? Who the fuck told you to come out to play again? Why the fuck did you do that?

Th: You are angry about that? Are you serious?

He ignored me and stalked to me, stopping a few inches away from me.

Jk: Whose decision was it? The coach?

Th: It was...my decision.

He took a step forward making me step back and he backed me up against a wall and slammed his fist beside my head making me flinch.

Jk: Fucking hell, Taehyung. Why would you do that?! You got hit at such a sensitive spot, you went fucking unconscious on the field, gave me a goddamn heart attack and then you walked back out again! Why the fuck would you do that?

Th: My team needed me!

Jk: I need you more! I thought I fucking lost you He yelled and for a second, the anger slipped from his face to reveal pure vulnerability.

A lump formed in my throat. He has never been so mad at me. Never. And this is scary. I have never seen him like this.

Th: B-but I am...okay...

Jk: You should be grateful that you are or that Boy would have been dead till now.

Th: It's not his mistake... I got distracted...

Jk: Shut up.

Th: Jungkook--

Jk: shut up Taehyung

He was breathing heavily, eyes blazing with rage.

Th: Jungkook its--

He didn't let me complete as his lips captured mine in a harsh, punishing kiss making me gasp in surprise. It wasn't a kiss but a punishment.

He didn't even let me kiss him back, he just plundered my mouth with his tongue, kissing me hard and desperately. But God, I loved it.

I lifted my hand to touch his face but he grabbed them and held both the wrists together above my head firmly.

I moaned into the kiss and he bit my lower lip and sucked on it and wrenched his lips away from mine. His fingers held my chin and he tilted my head and his head dipped down and very tenderly, his lips grazed the area where I got hit.

He placed a feathery kiss there and then with the same gentleness his tongue darted out to lick it making me whimper softly.

And then he dropped his forehead on my shoulder and stayed like that for a minute

Jk: I can't lose you, please.

He pleaded with not a hint of anger in his tone anymore.

Jk: You are too precious to me. I can never ever lose you. Don't do that ever again.

I sighed in relief knowing he won't be shouting at me anymore and I placed my arms around his shoulder.

Th: I'm sorry, Jungkook. I...I was just desperate to win this match...

Jk: Promise?

Th: Promise.

In return, he pressed a kiss to my shoulder and continued pressing gentle kisses up to my neck.

His fingers slowly slid inside my team t-shirt and rubbed circles over my waist. When his lips reached my jaw, he paused. And very slowly pulled back.

Jk: Go to sleep, Tae. You must be tired.

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