𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

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Taehyung woke up screaming, tears flowing down his cheeks. He looked around the room, panicked, as he tried to calm his quick breath. Jungkook rose quickly next to him, a reassuring hand on his chest. Jungkook’s warm hand helped calm him down, and Taehyung looked at him as they took deep breaths together.

“It was just a dream... you’re alright, I’m here,” Jungkook whispered, his heart aching at the sight of Taehyung in such fear.

Taehyung nodded, the sharp features of his face softening into a simple frown. He looked at Jungkook’s eyes. No fear, he thought to himself. In Jungkook’s eyes he saw a look that he wished his mother would have given him. A look that he had hardly ever seen in his life. They stared at each other for a while, and it was the most intimate they had felt. Taehyung felt as if Jungkook could see through his rigid facade and right into the darkest depths of his mind. There was something very scary about that, yet it also took a weight off of Taehyung’s shoulders. What if… Just what if I told him? Taehyung thought to himself, debating inside of his mind. He knew Jungkook had seen him cry out to his mother as he had stabbed that woman. Yet, here he was, sleeping soundly next to him, comforting him when he had nightmares. He did not understand what Jungkook felt towards him. Whether it was simple affection or love, he wished he could reciprocate the feelings. He knew he was comfortable around Jungkook. He knew he could be vulnerable around him, just like Jungkook was with him.

He remembered the night before, where Jungkook had asked him to hurt him instead of others. What had pushed him to do that? Was he used to taking the hit for others? So many questions popped inside of Taehyung’s mind, and for once they were not about himself. It was a strange, new feeling to him. What was it… worry? He watched as Jungkook raised his hand and placed it on his jaw, brushing his thumb against his cheek.

“You can talk to me,” Jungkook whispered softly, his chest tight.

The look he was seeing on Taehyung’s face; he had never seen before. He saw innocence; he saw a poor little boy who was lost in a world of darkness and pain. He wanted to help Taehyung. He wanted him to open up and for once talk about what he was feeling instead of yelling it to a corpse he had just coldbloodedly murdered. He wanted to be there for Taehyung the way that he had been there the first night they met. It may not have seemed like much to Taehyung, but that night, to Jungkook, was a sign. Another shot at living. A second try.

“I- I don’t think I can,” Taehyung replied softly, his voice cracking.

His hand instinctively went to his chest, gripping at his heart. He was hurt. He was vulnerable. Normally, he never would let himself look like this in front of anyone. But Jungkook was different. He realized that.

“You can trust me, Taehyung,” Jungkook spoke, moving to face him.

“I don’t think I can trust anyone…” Taehyung whispered as he looked down, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

Jungkook brushed it off with his thumb and smiled softly.

“I am yours, remember?” Jungkook reminded him.

Taehyung looked up, baffled. He had never thought those words would stick to Jungkook, as they were in the spur of the moment. Taehyung had said those words possessively, out of lust for control. He understood that Jungkook had registered them differently.

“My body… my mind… my heart… are all yours,” Jungkook whispered as he too looked down, battling against his tears.

Taehyung bit down on his bottom lip as he brushed the hair out of Jungkook’s face and behind his ear. His heart was beating fast and his mind was hectic. He did not know what to think or what he was feeling. All he could think of was Jungkook. It hit him harder than anything had ever did in his life. It struck him in his chest, punching the air out of him. It clawed at his heart and gnawed at his mind.