Chapter 3- Sleepless

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Quick A/N, I'm gonna be updating the prologue soon, and you should read it because I'm adding how vkook basically happened, cause I added yoonmin but I didn't really explain and its kinda bothering me sooo, you should read it

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Quick A/N, I'm gonna be updating the prologue soon, and you should read it because I'm adding how vkook basically happened, cause I added yoonmin but I didn't really explain and its kinda bothering me sooo, you should read it.

Taehyung

"Hey, kook." We're lying in our bed right now. Neither of us sleeping or doing anything. Just staring at the ceiling as I hold him.

Only he doesn't realize how he's playing with Jungkooks hair at the nape of his neck

He's only had insomnia for the past few months, still not quite used to is. 

"Yeah" he turns his head to the side and looks at me.

"Why has your anxiety been so bad lately, like the last 6 months?" He doesn't respond and just looks down staring at our chests.

"Is it because of me?"

Of course, it because of you. Always fidgeting. Couldn't stand still for one fucking second.

His face immediately shoots up, his eyes wide,
"N-no, why would it be-"

"Don't lie to me."

He hangs his head, "Well... Y-yeah. Sort of, I mean your ADHD has been pretty bad lately. Like more than normal."

See, it is because of you. You're making him feel like shit. You're always the one fucking up the relationship, It's always your fault. Hell, you love him and yet you can't even stay faithful.

"I mean normally it's not that bad- but like right now. Do you even realize that your playing with the tag on the back of my shirt?...Thats normally a sign you're getting bored with me again" The last part Jungkook whispers and I can't quite make out what he's saying.

As he speaking, my heart starts to beat a hair faster and my loose shirt seemingly feels too tight, my hands start to have a slight tremble, and a sweat builds up on my hairline.

"W-well maybe we should take a break, like- if I'm stressing you out... M-maybe we should... Should break up... I kno-" He looks up at me with a different emotion in his eyes, something I can't quite figure out.

Then the mood shifts quickly as he cuts me off with a harsh kiss. He presses his lips harder on mine, as if he's trying to prove something, that he's worth it. 

But that thought gets pushed into the back of mind as he swings his leg over and straddles me. He licks my lower lip hastily, something he doesn't normally do and that settles with me wrong. I sit up, denying him access and push him off. 

"Kook what the hell is-"

"Can you just shut up?" Before I can say anything he pushes me back down and kisses me again, harder pressing his lips onto mine not letting me breathe. I start hitting his chest and he still doesn't let up. I manage to push him off again this time he falls on the floor and I start yelling at him.

"Shit...What the hell Jungkook!? What is wrong with you? I couldn't  breathe. Do you understand me? I couldn't get air to my lungs 'cause you wouldn't stop fucking kissing me! Why would you even do th-" I stop mid-sentance as I notice him on the floor with his knees up to his chest crying.

Jungkook

He pushes me off him and I fall on the floor with a quite thud.

Taehyung starts to shout at me, something he doesn't often do to me.

He didn't notice that I was crying.

Yeah go on, cry like the fat, whiney bitch you are. Maybe that's the reason he'll come home late and drunk again. Or maybe he'll start hitting you like your father did.

You know the onlt reason he's with you is because he pittys you right? I mean would would want to be with a fat little faggot like you huh?

I don't notice him pull me into his lap until I feel a warm heat surround me and his arm wrap around me. My hands clasp onto the back of his shirt immediately and I start sobbing into his chest.

Oh this again, clinging to him like a fucking Koala. Your probably to heavy for him.

. He's just gonna leave you anyway.

At that I remove my hands from his shirt and try to push my self off his lap, but he won't let me as his arms hold me there and pull me closer to his chest.

I can hear how his heart is pounding against his rib cage, and the moment of his chest as he breathe.

The next thing that comes out my mouth in a broken sob,

"Please, don't leave me...Not again..."

Yeah right he'll probably leave your fat ass again.

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Yeah, this chapter is basically shit, and really short. It was honestly a smut first then I realized it didn't fit the situation, it was also really bad. So yeah.  I'm gonna update my other book *Denial* soon so you should check that out :').

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