Teenager || 𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐕

Chapter - 6

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The morning after, Taehyung woke up with a throbbing headache, his body stiff with discomfort. Slowly, he tried to shift on the soft mattress but was immediately met with sharp pain in his lower back. He groaned, holding his head as the sensation intensified.

His eyes fluttered open, but it wasn’t the physical pain that made his heart race—it was what he saw next. His body was covered in purple marks, and as he pulled the blanket away, the reality of the night before hit him like a freight train.

He quickly scanned the room, and his gaze landed on the bed next to him—Jungkook, lying motionless with his eyes closed. Panic shot through Taehyung, his heart pounding in his chest. He was trembling, clutching the blanket tightly to his chest, struggling to comprehend what had happened.

“No... no, this can’t be happening,” Taehyung whispered to himself, staring at the teenager, his mind spinning.

The doorbell rang suddenly, pulling him from his thoughts. Jungkook stirred in his sleep, blinking sleepily. “Uncle?” he said, his voice full of concern.

Taehyung, however, couldn’t bring himself to answer. He stood up quickly, trying to cover his exposed body, but his legs trembled, and his mind was racing with horror.

“It’s my mother,” Jungkook said softly, glancing at his phone. Taehyung couldn’t hear him—his panic drowned out everything else.

Without another word, Taehyung rushed toward the bathroom, his back aching, but halfway there, he collapsed on the floor with a grunt. The pain was unbearable. He felt like he might pass out from it. Jungkook ran to him, concerned, but Taehyung recoiled, pulling away from his touch.

“Don’t touch me,” he gasped, his voice shaky. He couldn’t let Jungkook near him. Not after what had happened.

Jungkook froze, eyes wide with shock, before slowly pulling his hand back. Taehyung, still reeling from the chaos of his emotions, managed to get to his feet with effort and rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Inside, he stared at his reflection, his hand trembling as he touched his neck and chest, tracing the marks left on his skin. The guilt hit him like a tidal wave.

“How could I let this happen?” he whispered to himself, his voice breaking. He had betrayed his own values, and worse, he had hurt Jungkook.

The tears fell freely, the anger and shame consuming him. He had never felt so disgusted with himself. How had he let this happen? How had he allowed a teenager to touch him in that way? Taehyung sank to the floor, overwhelmed by his own sense of guilt and self-loathing.

After what felt like an eternity, he managed to pull himself together. He stepped out of the bathroom, wiped his eyes, and stood before the bed, looking at the mess of sheets that reminded him of the horrible truth. His stomach churned, but there was nothing he could do to erase the past.

It was then that he realized—Jungkook had left with his mother. A small sense of relief washed over him, knowing that he wouldn’t have to face him today. Not yet.

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At work, Taehyung struggled to focus. His head throbbed, but it wasn’t just the headache that distracted him. His mind kept drifting back to the events of the previous night. The guilt gnawed at him every moment he tried to focus.

His co-worker, Jimin, noticed something was off. “Taehyung, are you okay? You look... pale,” Jimin said, his voice concerned.

Taehyung forced a smile. “I’m fine. Just a headache,” he lied, though his heart felt heavy. The guilt wasn’t going away. It couldn’t.