letters and lavenders |Tk

|six|

If there was a God, Taehyung desperately wanted the God to strike him with lightning. He was very much bunking classes right now, hiding inside a biology lab jerking off shamelessly after the infirmary episode. No thoughts in this world could stop the 18 year old from thinking about the stupidly gorgeous Jungkook and his stupidly sensual lavender scent and his stupidly long slender fingers. Just what spell had the younger cast on him to become this mess?

"Fuck", Taehyung panted, eyes hooded as he looked down at the messy handkerchief he had covered his tip with. The white sticky mess reminded him of his embarassing and shameful deeds, his now limp cock resting on top of his jeans as another sad evidence. He could not believe that Jungkook had driven him to do something so inappropriate.

Jungkook had made Taehyung do all that which Taehyung could never even think of doing even in his wildest dreams. Taehyung had forgotten to do his work for the first time in his life because of him, talked about shitting out a huge one and moaning in relief because of it to a complete stranger so fucking embarassingly, had a marathon run in school while pushing people left and right, jerked off right in school and in the biology lab no less while he was bunking his actual classes, constantly have wet dreams and wake up in compromising sticky situations. All that in less than a week's time. Taehyung was down bad. He deserves to have lightning strike him.

Just then he heard a knock on the door, which startled him. He hurriedly pulled up his pants and zipped them, throwing his wet handkerchief, after balling it up in way too many tissues, inside the bin. "Uh...coming!" Taehyung awkwardly shouted from inside as he settled his messy self while walking towards the door.

He opened the door, totally not expecting the person who was there. He expected a teacher, any worker, or any other student but Jungkook. But here he was, standing in all his glory as he took in Taehyung's rosy appearance.

"Oh...um I-", Jungkook had made Taehyung dumb. The older was reduced to a stuttering mess while his knees progressively turned weaker as each second passed by with Jungkook in front of him.

"Your blazer", Jungkook said in a soft voice, not minding Taehyung's embarassing attempt at speaking, as he handed him his blazer which he left at the infirmary. "I think you should rest in the infirmary, not here", he said as he tilted his head at Taehyung.

"Oh...yes" Finally. Taehyung said something. Something which was not gibberish. Jungkook nodded, getting a little awkward by how Taehyung was behaving. "Its...lunch time so... get something to eat", Jungkook said as he turned around to leave after giving Taehyung one final nod.

'He is still worrying for me despite all the time I ran away from him as if he were the plague', Taehyung thought, eyes softening up as he watched Jungkook leave. He had completely forgotten to thank him as his mind once again went to the wrong places. Delusion is a deadly disease, and Taehyung was sick as fuck.

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The day finally ended and Taehyung had opted to stay in the infirmary for the entirety of the school hours, not having the guts to face Minwoo again and not having enough energy to survive another boner after seeing Jungkook. His car pulled up to his apartment as he made his way inside, when he saw numerous packages being loaded inside the apartment next to his.

Right. He is my neighbour. Taehyung had completely forgotten that one crucial fact. He rushed inside his apartment, not wanting to be caught by Jungkook. He got all of Jungkook's packages and slid them among his other packages, leaving just a little note on top to let Jungkook know he had given him his packages back. Next, Taehyung got all the letters he had written for Jungkook and sneakily shoved them inside his mail box, making sure to not be caught in the security camera.