Dear Hush | Taejin

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"I'b zorry," Seokjin said, his bottom lip trembling.

Taehyung sighed in exaggeration. "You know what? You're annoying. Stop apologizing."

"I urt you and I'b zorry," Seokjin said, his eyes blurred by tears and he bowed.

Jihyo had been released from the police station with a warning and a small fine for breaking public property and making a disturbance. 

Seokjin couldn't stop thinking about how he had punched Taehyung and the next day in school he went to go apologize.

Taehyung pretended nothing had happened, because he didn't want to admit that he was punched by Seokjin and cried. 

So when Seokjin tried to bring up the matter and apologize he was trying to make him stop.

"Enough!" 

He grabbed Seokjin by the collar, sweating under the stares he was getting. If he didn't shut Seokjin up soon then everyone in the school will be talking about how he got beat up.

He slammed Seokjin to the wall, who began to cough and choke. Seokjin seemed to be used to this treatment, and he stopped struggling.

His eyes went straight ahead, to the opposite side of the hall. He wasn't focusing on anything, and let his mind go blank as he went silent.

He let his tears slide down his face, making no noise or without trying to breathe.

It hurts more to struggle than to let go.

He closed his eyes, allowing himself to slip into an uncomfortable darkness.

Taehyung was alarmed when Seokjin passed out under his grip. He quickly let go of him, and he fell to the floor.

Everyone around him was whispering, and he started to panic on the inside. He looked at Seokjin, and feeling the school watching him, he crouched down beside him.

"Hey. Hey, wake up." He shook Seokjin's shoulder, but the latter wouldn't move.

Taehyung began to feel frantic at this point. What would happen if a teacher came by and found out that he choked a student?

"Kim Seokjin please!"

"Taehyung," a soft, quiet voice said. He looked up quickly, and his gaze dropped to the floor.

It was Bang Songhee, the top Aesthetic girl that he had a crush on for a long time.

"What's going on?" She asked, even though it was pretty obvious with Seokjin passed out on the floor.

"I-I don't know," Taehyung lied. 

Songhee sighed, shaking her head. "Once again. I'm trying to give you a chance, but you go and do this. Clean up your act."

With that she began walking away, and before he could think his hand latched onto her wrist.

"Let go!" She shouted, trying to pull his hand off of her.

"I'm sorry, Songhee, I messed up. Please forgive me, I will be better next time," he tried.

All she did was sigh, and before she walked away he stood up, dusting off his pants and looked up at her.

"I like you, Bang Songhee. Please be my girlfriend." 

The whispers from the students in the hallway were growing louder with excitement. 

Her face scrunched up. "No."

The words hit his heart like a bowling ball hitting pins. He felt his stomach drop, and a feeling of sadness and emptiness enveloped his heart.

She walked away quickly, leaving him with Seokjin, who was still passed out.

He slumped his shoulders, and looked sadly at Seokjin. He couldn't bring himself to be angry towards the other, and his eyes filled up with tears.

He heard a teacher coming, and he looked up in a slight panic. Faster then his fingers texting, he threw Seokjin on his back and began running, just as the bell rang for the end of school.

He had so much on his mind that he didn't even remember that the person he was carrying was the one he hated most.

He ran past the bakery, because he wasn't working that day and ran all the way home.

He used all of his strength to shift Seokjin on one arm while the other opened the front door.

He kicked it closed, and walked in, almost collapsing as his lungs felt like they were dying. He laid Seokjin on the couch, and sat in the loveseat next to it.

He fell asleep with dried tears streaking his cheeks.

"What the hell," Taehyung's brother Jeong gyu murmured as he passed by. He saw his brother and a fairly handsome boy asleep on both of their couches.

"One night stand? Nah, Taehyung doesn't go for the couches," Jeong gyu said, blowing into Seokjin's face to move his bangs.

"He's pretty. No wonder he brought him here."

He continued making a thorough inspection of the young male when he saw the bruise on his cheek.

"Poor kid," he whispered. "He doesn't seem like one to fight so he probably got beat up. How nice of Taehyung to bring him here. It makes sense now. Taehyung was caring for this person."

He smiled, walking to the kitchen. He opened up the fridge and took out some food.

He yawned, walking back up the stairs and back into his bedroom. "Geez, that was a lot of work for me, going all the way down the stairs and into the kitchen. I think I'll eat then go back to my computer."

He flipped through a Kpop idol website, showing all of the most popular idols and their profiles.

"Ha," he said, laughing to himself, and leaned into the computer screen to see the idol's pictures better. "It's great to be gay."