THE SCHOOL SERIES- Book 1.
Jeon Jungkook, a 22-year-old fvck boy and bad boy of Seoul University. He never fails to flaunt his father's money, who is one of the richest man in South Korea. He is a rebel. He doesn't like to do what he is told.
Kim Ta...
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Taehyung walked to his locker, checking his phone every now and then, hoping Jungkook replied to his texts. He beat himself up for missing Jungkook's texts and calls last night, but hope filled his chest when he read Jungkook's text that he'd hear Taehyung out. But he waited for Jungkook to show up, and when it was getting late, he took a taxi to university, knowing he'd meet Jungkook here and they'd finally talk.
Lost in thought, he opened his locker, and the moment he opened the metal door, slime poured out, coating his shirt and dripping on the floor. Dozens of condom packets tumbled out with it, scattering around him. Inside the locker, so many words were scrawled in red marker.
/Three-timing son of a b!tch/
/Call xxx-xxx for a foursome. Husband allowed./
/Cuckh0ld hubby/
Taehyung stood frozen, the slime soaking through his clothes, the words burning into his eyes. He could hear students laughing around him. They were clicking pictures, taking videos.
He let out a sigh, shaking his head. "Real mature." He muttered under his breath before looking around. "I didn't know this was high school." He turned and headed straight for the bathroom, trying to wash off the mess, but when he tried to leave, he realized the door had been locked from the outside.
The first class passed with him trapped inside the washroom. He sat on the cold tile floor, arms wrapped around his knees, listening to the muffled sounds of students laughing just beyond the door. Catcalls. Mocking voices. Someone even knocked, just to giggle and run.
He didn't cry, he didn't scream. These were nothing compared to what he's been through. He just waited patiently until someone finally unlocked the door.
He stepped out of the bathroom, eyes glued to his feet, deciding to call it a day and leave. He looked up and froze, coming to a halt when he saw Jungkook at the far end of the corridor.
Time seemed to stand still around them. Their eyes locked as Taehyung's lips curved into a relieved smile. Jungkook came. But it faltered when he noticed Jungkook's disheveled state, his messy hair, sweat rolling down his temples, his chest heaving from running fast.
Jungkook's heart clenched the moment he spotted Taehyung. The weight in his chest was unbearable as tears stung his eyes. "Hyung..." He whispered, his throat felt tight, and his bottom lip wobbled. Without wasting another second, he broke into a run and crashed into Taehyung, wrapping his arms tight around the other, pulling him as close and tight as he could.
Taehyung stumbled back at the sudden force and frowned when he heard Jungkook break into sobs, clinging to him as tears soaked into his shoulder. Taehyung tightened his hold, instinctively, worry gnawing at him as he felt Jungkook's body tremble.
