love for a boy(friend) \\ taekook

20 ~ rules might be broken

Gemma sat alone on the floor, sobbing. the early evening's light casting a faint, golden glow over her clothes that were thrown all over the room in a chaotic mess.

Her cheek still burned from where her father's hand had struck, the sting lingering long after he'd stormed off. yes, he was really mad again.

She pressed her fingers gently against her cheek, her shoulders shaking and the room is filled with the sound of her muffled gasps. With each breath, she tried to calm herself and to silence the voices in her mind that had started to whisper that maybe she deserved this. maybe she really isn't good enough, even her own dad doesn't like her. 

She let her mind wander to the one person who is good to her -Jungkook. Her heart softened as she thought about his kindness, the way he supported her dreams without judgment. 

Jungkook would never treat me like that

Jungkook would never hit me like that

The thoughts repeated on loop in her mind.

Jungkook respected her and unlike her father, with him she felt safe.

As the ache in her cheek dulled, she stood up just to go towards the bed and lay back, hugging her pillow tightly, as if holding on to him, to kookie, in some invisible way.

Maybe I'm in love with him she thought, her heart racing at the mere possibility.

is that what love feels like? when someone makes you feel safe?

Jungkook had always been more than a friend to her, hadn't he? He made her feel beautiful, encouraged her aspirations — he'd even smiled when she showed him her portfolio, listening as she rambled about her dream to become a fashion designer. Her lips quivered into a faint smile, despite the tears still wet on her face.

We should be together

Her fingers traced the outline of her pillow, thinking of the last time the two were intimate. she remembers damn well that they agreed to have it one last time but... maybe just maybe

Kookie and I... we can be happy together

she convinced herself, picturing him as her escape, her safe haven. She imagined him wrapping his arms around her, whispering that everything would be okay, that she wasn't worthless. He would never hurt her — he'd treat her like she was precious, wouldn't he?

Gemma closed her eyes, imagining what it would be like to have him hold her, kiss her, maybe even telling her... he loves her?

-

Across town, Taehyung sipped his coffee as his gaze drifting over the empty walls of his cafe. The place was quiet, almost too quiet, and it lacked a sense of life.

He thought about adding a few photos, maybe of some scenic moments, something to give the space warmth. A faint smile crossed his lips as he thought back to the view he and Jungkook had shared just a few nights ago when they sat on their regular bench.

The city lights stretching below them had been breathtaking, and he found himself wanting to go back there... again with him. but next time with a camera to capture the beauty, of the scenery of course.

Photography had never really been a passion, but there was something about capturing memories with Jungkook that made him want to try. His thoughts drifted to that night on the bench, and to the way Jungkook had glanced at his lips and how for a moment he knew he wanted to lean in as well, to close the distance.

He let out a sigh, his fingers tracing the rim of his coffee cup. The past had taught him to be careful. The kind of hurt he felt before- yeah, he doesn't want to experience that again. how ironic, it's the same fucking story- Jungkook just wanted to try, wasn't he?