Hungry ➵ Taekook -DISCONTINUED-

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[A/N] Okay, so first I feel like I have to say sorry for not updating in like ?a month? SO SO SORRY GUYS! This chapter is reallyyyyy short but I promise the next one will be a lot longer.

Oh! and also, let's take a moment to talk about Hixtape. I mean, I literally died and came back to life and died again and goooosh, how can one man be so talented and beautiful inside out?

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"What the fuck?" A voice groans from beside him.

Taehyung sits up and rubs his butt before he stands up, coming face to face with the stranger. He has dark hair and warm, brown eyes, and is undoubtedly very handsome. Looking down at the floor, Taehyung mumbles, "I'm sorry." 

"Don't worry. I wasn't paying attention either." The dark-haired boy lets out a little laugh, blotting his bright white teeth. "Are you okay?"

The question makes his stomach twist painfully. That's all people have ever asked him.

Are you okay?

How are you?

Is everything all right?

They don't really want to know the answer. They just want the reassurance that yes, everything is fine, I'm fine, so that they can go on with their lives feeling like a good person because they actually cared enough to ask.

Finally, Taehyung sighs,

"I'm fine."

In this generation of liars and fakers, we're all fine.

The other nods, "That's good."

Although, his eyes silently watch the skinny boy in the baggy clothes, and his eyebrows knit together in worry. You don't look fine. At all.

You look like you're dying.

The two stare each other. For students walking by, it would almost seem like a scene from a movie where the main characters confess their undying love to one another through their eyes.

It is nothing like that.

Taehyung wants nothing more than to disappear into thin air. He wants the dark haired boy to leave him alone and to stop staring at him with those pitying eyes.

It makes him feel small, the only type of small that he dislikes.

The other scratches his neck awkwardly. "Well, ehm. . .  You don't happen to know the way to the principal's office?"

"Down this hall and then right. Walk up the stairs and then right again. You'll see the signs on the doors."

"Thanks- I'm Jeon Jungkook, by the way. Nice to meet you."

Taehyung stares at his extended arm. Hesitatingly, he grabs the hand, his cold fingers instantly heating up at the contact. "Kim Taehyung."

"Well, I gotta go. I guess I'll see you around?" With a last smile, he walks past the skinny boy, leaving Tae alone in the empty hall.

And suddenly, it just feels really lonely there, in the empty hallway of the school. The sounds of laughter and talking and clinking forks and knives are carried all the way from the cafeteria, but not a single soul can be seen. 

And Tae wants to go home. And he wants to cry. And he wants to die.

His stomach growls. It's a known feeling. It's safety.

It's the only thing he has right now.

Taehyung continues towards the library, ignoring the pleas from his stomach, ignoring how weak his legs feel under the weight of his body, and he pushes the picture of Jungkook out of his mind.