Speeding Into Trouble || Taekook

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Jeongguk sat in his room, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Rage was burning in his chest, spreading like wildfire through every fiber of his being.

"How the fuck could he do this to me?" he muttered through gritted teeth, slamming his fist into the bed.

"If Taehyung didn't like me, why the hell didn't he just say something?!"

But then, like a cruel whisper, his mind countered, But he did like you. He told you that you kept him sane.

Jeongguk cursed, shaking his head violently as if trying to rid himself of that thought. "Shut the fuck up," he snarled to himself, pacing back and forth. He didn't want to believe it.

But then, another thought crashed into his mind like a wave—he had never asked Taehyung about that girl.

The girl he saw Taehyung with, holding hands. His eyes widened in realization as he muttered under his breath, "Shit... why didn't I ask him?"

His mind, ever the relentless tormentor, whispered again, But didn't Taehyung tell you he was gay?

Jeongguk paused, his breathing ragged. "Yeah..." he whispered, his voice weak, almost as if he were trying to convince himself. "He did tell me that..."

But then, doubt crept in, poisoning everything. "What if it was all a fucking lie?" Jeongguk's voice was bitter, laced with the sharp sting of betrayal.

His mind responded coldly, Oh come on, Jeongguk. You know it wasn't a lie.

That was it. That was the last straw.

"Shut the fuck up!" Jeongguk screamed, his voice echoing through the room. "You don't get to tell me what's real or not! You don't know shit!" He ran a hand through his hair, gripping the strands tightly as if he were on the verge of tearing it out.

"Just... shut up!"

But the truth, the nagging whispers of his own mind, wouldn't leave him alone. You're going to go mad if you don't find your answers.

Jeongguk screamed, his voice full of frustration. "Fuck off! Don't tell me what to do!"

But even as the words left his lips, he knew his mind was right. He needed answers. Desperately. He felt like he was drowning, gasping for air, with no shore in sight. He needed to understand what the hell happened between them.

In a fit of impulsiveness, Jeongguk grabbed his bike key from the table. His heart was pounding in his chest, his mind racing. He stormed out of the house, the need for answers driving him into the night.

But as he hopped onto his bike, the cold realization hit him like a brick—he had no fucking idea where to go.

"School?" he muttered under his breath. "No. Fuck that." He revved his bike angrily. "His neighborhood?" Another scoff. "Hell no, that's not gonna work either."

For a brief moment, he thought of Taehyung's home, but his mind quickly rejected it. "What the fuck, Jeon? No!" He didn't know what to do, but he couldn't stay still. So, with his mind clouded by frustration and hurt, he just rode.

The roar of his Bugatti was loud in the night, but inside Jeongguk's head, it was louder. The chaos, the confusion, the pain.

Eventually, he parked near Taehyung's neighborhood. He didn't even know why he was there. He leaned against his bike, staring blankly at the road ahead. He would wait, even if he didn't know for what.

Days passed.

Jeongguk kept coming back, parking his bike in the same spot. Every day was the same. No Taehyung. No answers. He waited... and waited... because deep down, no matter how much it hurt, he was determined.