Midas Touch ➸ Taekook

- Twentieth -

Taehyung was exhausted, both physically and mentally. These training sessions were draining all his energy, ironic when you thought about it. But he had no desire to smile about it. On the contrary, he would have cried if he'd had the strength. But this psychic training was as tiring as it was pointless. Taehyung couldn't see any progress, and he could see on Professor Xavier's face that he was failing more and more each time.

Honestly, the disappointment was violent and bitter. Because Taehyung was beginning to accept the fact that he would always live with this power when the professor had told him about this training. He remembered, he'd just got together with Chris. Or maybe it was a little before that? In any case, it had motivated them both. In fact, it was perhaps these failures that had driven them apart. Chris thought he would soon be able to get close to Taehyung. That hadn't been the case at all.

He regretted having agreed that day. And he was also a bit angry with the Professor. Because he had given him hope. And that hope had taken the form of a dagger, piercing his heart with each failure. But the problem was that if he gave up now, it would destroy him completely. Even if he didn't have the strength to go on.

The boy slammed his bedroom door behind him and dropped heavily onto his bed, burying his face in his pillow. Despite his exhaustion, he knew that sleep would not come tonight. No, because his demons would visit him. He would be haunted by insecurities and worries all night long.

He closed his eyes, trying all the same to call sleep to him, but he knew it was in vain. However, he was brought back to reality by two knocks on the door. The boy frowned. It was past midnight, who could be visiting him at this hour? Was it the Professor? Perhaps he wanted to go over something from their session? He didn't know, but he was about to find out.

"Yes?" he replied, in a small voice, too weak to speak any louder.

The door opened slowly, and closed again immediately. Taehyung was surprised to see Jungkook, who had swapped his clothes for a simple pair of grey sweats and a t-shirt of the same colour. Once again, his muscles were naked under Taehyung's gaze. And he would gladly have enjoyed the view if the fact that he would never be able to slide his fingers down those arms hadn't gripped his heart.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, clearly tired.

"And you, why did your training end so late? Don't you have school tomorrow?"

Taehyung gave a weak smile.

"You sound like a dad."

Jungkook kept the dirty joke to himself, preferring to calmly approach the bed. Taehyung watched him sit down opposite him, feeling the mattress sink a little beneath him. He tried to keep calm, remaining impassive even though their sudden proximity had literally made his brain explode, putting all his senses on alert.

"You don't look well, chéri." Jungkook whispered, so softly that Taehyung almost cried. "You look... so tired."

His words were like caresses, warming his cold skin. It was paradoxical, what this man provoked in him: he loved having him so close to him, like a need, but it also drove him completely mad, because he wanted more and he couldn't have it.

"I am." Taehyung replied in a whisper.

"You don't have to put yourself through all this."

Taehyung had the strange impression that Jungkook knew. That he understood him because he knew. But at that moment, he couldn't care less. Because he needed it so badly. To talk about his suffering to someone who wouldn't judge him.

"Can I tell you something, Jungkook? Can I tell you something that you'll keep to yourself, that you won't tell anyone? I can only tell you."

Jungkook nodded, wearing an expression that was both serious and extremely gentle.

"I love the Institute just as much as I hate it. I love Professor Xavier as much as I hate him. I love the X-Men as much as I hate them."

He took a deep breath and whispered a few words that broke Jungkook's heart:

"And I'd like to tell you that I want to live as much as I want to die, but I don't think that's even the case anymore."

The boy felt a tear roll down his cheek, soon followed by others that cascaded from his eyes. He needed to get rid of all this pain, because at the Institute, no one really understood him. Nobody really tried to understand him. When he arrived here, he thought he would feel a bit more at home, because he would be surrounded by other mutants who, like him, had difficulty controlling their powers and had been rejected by society. That was exactly what he'd found, and that was the problem: they all had far too much trouble dealing with their own problems to bother really supporting anyone else. He himself knew that other X-Men were in trouble, but he was incapable of helping them.

Surrounded by so many people, he felt desperately alone.

"I know, chéri."

"But there's nothing you can do about it, is there? It's always like this..."

Jungkook searched for the teenager's evasive gaze, but he finally turned away. Then the man took his gloved hand in his own and squeezed it.

"I won't tell you what you think you want to hear. Your powers won't disappear. But that doesn't mean your life ends here."

Taehyung couldn't hold back an evil laugh.

"That's easy to say when you've got a cool power like yours. I wish I could make cards explode too."

Despite Taehyung's provocation, Jungkook showed no sign of annoyance. On the contrary, his gaze only softened.

"You know, in the space of a few seconds, I can think of at least twenty ways of pleasuring you far more than your idiot ex-boyfriend could ever if he was able to touch you."

Taehyung's cheeks flushed immediately. He certainly hadn't expected him to say such a thing at a time like this. And the worst thing was that it had dispelled his dark thoughts in an instant, giving way to a burning desire.

"But," Jungkook continued, "it won't be tonight. Right now, you really need to sleep."

Taehyung shook his head.

"I can't do it... Not tonight..."

Jungkook didn't believe a word he said, and didn't hesitate to show it. If this teenager of just eighteen thought he knew more about life than he did, he was mistaken.

"Oh, but you're going to sleep, chéri. You can count on me for that."

Taehyung didn't even have time to realise what was happening to him when, in an instant, he was wrapped up in the blanket on his bed and lying comfortably on the mattress. But what shocked him most was when he felt two strong arms around his waist, pulling him back against a hard, warm chest. Jungkook was lying next to him, even hugging him.

"What are you doing?" the teenager panicked. "Let go of me, if I touch you, I'll kill you."

"Don't talk nonsense, it's not as quick as that. And don't worry, I'll stay awake to avoid the slightest incident."

"But-"

Jungkook silenced him by placing a kiss on the back of his neck, protected by the collar of his top.

"I can't kiss that mouth, which seems to call to me every time I see it, for the moment, but it won't be long now. I'll wait until you're ready. So for now, forget everything and go to sleep. Tonight I'll take care of everything, so you won't have to worry about anything."

Taehyung didn't believe a word of it, and didn't approve of this initiative at all, because he thought it was far too dangerous for Jungkook. Nevertheless, that night he slept divinely well, in the deepest sleep he'd had for two years.

~🌻~

I really like this chapter, they're cute...💕 Anyway, I'm a little sick, so I don't know if I will je able to update in the next few days... We will see...