Forbidden Love

Chapter 3

Tae's POV

After taking care of my...problem, I headed to my second period which ironically hapened to be Spanish. I was never big on language, and I was bored the last time I took a language class so, I didn't really expect a different outcome. As I approached the door I felt someone watching, well staring at me. I turned and looked to my right and there was a couple guys staring at me. They were both wearing face masks and their fringe was low, covering their eyes slightly. One was kinda tall with red orange hair and the other was a bit shorter than the other one. His hair was blonde-ish. I could tell they were both guys, they both were clad in leather jackets. The shorter one was leaned against the lockers and the other one was standing up straight. After a minute or two the taller one tapped the other on the shoulder and they both left. Then the bell rang and I walked into class.

~~Time Skip~~

Spanish class was about to end and just as expected, it wasn't interesting, it was really hard for me to focus. I kept thinking about Jungkook and our connection. Why did he make me feel the way he did? The connection was only to be made for others in our sanctum. I can't deny that I love the way he makes me feel. The way his eyes bore into mine when we look at each other, how heavy the pull on my heart is when I'm near him. The wave of calm that rushes over me when I finally stand next to him, and how safe I feel when we are close together. His eyes, they remind me of the ones in my dream. But, there's no way I could've been dreaming of him, right? But, how does that explain the pull? I sighed in frustration and dropped my head into my hands.

"What am I going to do?" I mumbled into my wrists. Lunch was after third period, part of me was excited because I'd get to see him again, I'd get to feel that pull on my heart and soul. Part of me enjoyed the feel of the pull, it made me feel wanted and loved, but the other part of me was extremely confused. Why am I confused though? I know that I have very strong feelings for him and I know that my heart feels full when I'm near him. There's no denying that I like him but it's not how things are supposed to work. Angels are matched with angels, devils with devils and so on. Maybe someone else is having the same problem I am. But I can't just go around asking people, they'd all get the wrong idea, and I'd get reported.

The obnoxious bell rang, startling me from my thoughts. I gathered my things and walked into the hallway. Something's wrong...I thought as I walked down the hallway. The hall was full now, with everyone trying to get to their next class, groups of people standing around and not to mention the hall was obnoxiously loud, the high ceiling didn't help either, everyone's voices were echoing. I looked around. Then I spotted the two guys from earlier, they were both staring at me again. I turned back around and started pushing my way through the crowd of people. I was scared. I've never been this scared walking the halls before. It's strange. I looked back and they were gone. I looked around frantically trying to find at least one of them. I sighed outwardly, turned around and the tall one was standing right in front of me. I jumped and let out a startled yelp. The shorter one was now next to me and then they both forcefully carried me outside.

Once we were outside, the tall one pushed me, hard. I stumbled backwards and fell. All the air was knocked out of my lungs as I laid there trying to get my breath back. The tall one squatted down in front of me, grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me into a sitting position.

"Why do you get to be different, huh?" I looked at him confusedly.

"Pretty little angel doesn't have to abide by the rules of nature?" He asked again as he yanked my hair backwards.

"W-what are you taking about? I-I haven't done anything against nature..." I said wincing as his grip tightened on my hair.

"You disgust me." He said as he let my hair go and kicked me to the ground. Before I could even say anything else, I was kicked in the gut and ribcage.

"I know about you, Kim Taehyung. I know about you being gay, and I know about your little devil mate too." He said as he kicked me once again. I dry heaved and gagged from being kicked so much. Then, I curled into a ball and just waited for it to end.

"Not only are you promised to a low-life devil but you're a faggot too. People like you make me sick." He said as he kicked me again. The beatings continued and I just laid there and sobbed, I sobbed as quietly as I could so he wouldn't hurt me worse. The beatings stopped as the bell rang for third period. When I heard their retreating footsteps, I came out of my little ball and cried harder into my hands. Faggot and disgust. The words kept repeating in my head, over and over again.

Jungkook, help me...

Jungkook's POV

Something's wrong. I felt pain in my gut. What's going on? It's Tae. Find Tae. Where is he? I got up and left the classroom, ignoring the shouts of my teacher to come back. I raced down the hall, and looked into as many uncovered classroom windows as I could.

"Tae, baby where are you?" I said as I ran a hand through my hair. Jungkook...please...

Where is that coming from?

Jungkook...

I felt that one. I started running again. I'm going to find you...

Jungkook, he's outside... What is that voice? I shook it off and ran outside, I ran to the field, then I felt the pull. I ran and felt the pull lessening as I got closer to him I saw him laying there sobbing his eyes out. I knelt down and touched his arm.

"No! Please don't hurt me anymore!!" Tae said as he jerked his arm away from my touch.

"Princess, it's me." When I said that, he uncovered his face and looked at me with big doe eyes, tear streaked cheeks and puffy eyelids. He sighed when he saw me.

"Tae, what happened?" I asked. He tried to sit up and cried out in pain when he did.

"I-I don't wanna talk about it, it doesn't matter." He said as he painfully stood up. He touched his stomach and winced.

"Tae, it matters. I found you sobbing in the field." I gently pushed his hand out of the way and lifted his shirt up a little bit. I was pissed when I saw all the bruises on his stomach. I put one of my knees on the ground and lifted his shirt higher. I wanted to cry. The bruises were dark purple, blue and black. They went up to just underneath his ribs. I placed my hand on his stomach gently and rubbed in slow circles. I looked up at him.

"Who did this to you?" I asked as my words dripped with utter hatred.

"I-I don't know. There were two guys in face masks, but only one of them b-beat me. H-he called me disgusting...b-because I like boys..." Tae said as he sobbed again. I stood up and brought him into a hug.

"Sshh, it's okay princess." I said as I gently stroked his hair. "I'll find out who did this to you. I swear." He whimpered out an 'okay'. And we just stood there holding each other until his body stopped shaking with his sobs. I kissed him on the forehead and I felt him relax a bit underneath my touch. I reached down and touched his tummy gently again and rubbed it.

"I'm sorry I didn't get to you until now Tae."

Tae's POV

"I-it's okay Kookie." I blushed intensely at the nick name I gave him. I looked up at him to gauge his reaction and to my surprise he was blushing hard too.

"I-I'm sorry-" Before I knew it his soft lips were on mine. The kiss felt amazing. I felt the tingle from our connected lips run all the way up and down my body. I tilted my head to the side to invite more intimacy. His lips...I never thought theyd be so soft and perfectly plump. This kiss is amazing.

Jungkook's POV

I kissed him. Being so close to him made the pull even stronger. I could feel the tingles all over my body. I had my hands on his lower back and on the back of his precious head. I swear that from now on i will always be around to protect you Taehyung...I gently licked his bottom lip and he opened his mouth slowly to let me in. I slid my tongue into his mouth after he turned his head sideways. I never thought that I'd be so addicted to kissing someone, but man his lips were perfect against mine, they fit together so well, his lips are soft and they taste of strawberries. I pulled away from the kiss and he let out a soft whine, I brought our foreheads together and breathed him in, his closness, his scent, his everything.

"I'm addicted to you princess."

And I'm completely and utterly whipped.