Hungry ➵ Taekook -DISCONTINUED-

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🎶 I'm so sick of this FAKE LOVE 🎶

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The rain pours down like it's never going to stop. The previously clear blue sky has now become clouded with a dark grey carpet that goes on for as long as the eye can see.

Jungkook hurriedly puts away his camera and grabs Tae's hand, their slippery grip almost letting go when he starts to run, dragging the skinny boy behind him.

Tae stumbles along, not really being given much of a choice as Jungkook leads their way out of the park. He doesn't even bother to stick to the path, already knowing his way around like the inside of his own pocket. Tae wonders how much time the black-haired boy actually spends here, and something tells him the answer is awfully lot.

"Where are we?" Tae asks as they come to a stop in front of a small house at the end of the street. Drops of cold rain continue to prickle his skin and he shudders.

"This is my house. I figured we might as well go here instead of taking shelther under a tree or something." Jungkook twists the key and pushes the door open, signalizing for Tae to enter first. "Although now that I think about it, that would've been hella romantic."

Tae rolls his eyes but can't help the smile that grows on his face as he enters the house. It looks just like any other house. Perhaps a bit small, but nothing special. The smell of yesterday's dinner lingers in the air. Lasagna and garlic bread.

It makes him feel nauseous. It really does, picturing all the cheese, all the sour cream and milk. The fat. The calories.

"My parents aren't home," Jungkook suddenly says and turns on the light, kicking off his white sneakers into a corner.

Tae blinks. "Like . . . Ever?"

The other lets out a wholeheartedly laugh that is enough to take Tae's mind off the food again. "No, no. They live here too. Dad is a business man and travels a lot. He's on a three-week trip in Singapore right now. My mum is a nurse who works at the local hospital. She's coming home later in the evening."

"Oh, I see."

Jungkook nods and takes Taehyung's hand again, leading him up the stairs and through the first door to the left. The room isn't big either. A bed, a desk and a wardrobe is all that fits in there. On the dark blue walls are posters of different musical groups.

"Are you cold?" Jungkook asks, his dark brown eyes showing a bit of concern.

"Just a little bit."

"Here."

Taehyung catches the white t-shirt that is thrown his way. The material is soft, and he likes the smell of it. In fact, the whole room smells rather nice. "Thanks."

"You can change in here. I won't look."

Nodding slowly, Tae turns his back at Jungkook and takes off his wet sweather and throws it onto the wooden floor. He then picks up the borrowed t-shirt and is about to slide it over his head when he suddenly feels to warm hands on his chest.

His breath hitches in his throat.

"You're so skinny." Jungkook's voice is merely a whisper. Tae shudders.

"You said you wouldn't look."

"I lied."

Jungkook spins him around to face him. His eyes glides over his naked chest and stomach, seeing every bone, and his fingers slowly caress his skin. There is no disgust, no judgement in his eyes. Only surprise, concern, a little bit of sadness. And love.

"I knew you were skinny but fuck, Taehyung, how can you do this to yourself?"

The skinny boy doesn't notice the tears before they threaten to spill from his eyes. "Please don't look at me. I know I'm ugly."

He wants to cover up. He wants to run away. But his feet stay planted on the floor and he is frozen under Jungkook's gaze.

"No, you're not." His voice is firm yet gentle, fingers still tracing lines up and down his torso, leaving a burning sensation on his skin. "You could never be ugly, Taetae. You have such a beautiful mind and a personality I could never get enough of. I like you, Tae. Perhaps more than you realize."

"How can you like me when I look like this?"

And this isn't even the worst part. I've done this to myself. My mind isn't beautiful. It's broken. I'm broken.

"I don't care about looks. To me, the person inside is all that matters. But your body is the shell you're inside of and you have to take care of it. Will you let me help you with that?"

A part of Taehyung wants to scream at him, let him know that he is a not some helpless child and that he has it all under control.

But he doesn't.

Instead, he nods, and just then, like poking a needle through a balloon, he starts to cry.

And Jungkook holds him in his strong, warm arms, sitting them both down on the bed. He doesn't say a word, simply listening to Taehyung's sobs until they finally seem to calm down.

Then, as the skinny boy lies on the bed, starting to feel the drowsiness of it all, Jungkook calls out,

"Tae," in the softest, silkiest voice that Taehyung has ever heard. He swears he could listen to it forever.

"Yes?"

"Look at me."

He opens his eyes and looks straight into Jungkook's. The look lasts for merely a second before one of them - or maybe both - closes the space between them.

Soft lips move against each other in sync. It isn't a lust-filled kiss. It's short and sweet and makes the butterflies go wild in Taehyung's stomach.

And he thinks that maybe, for the first time in a long time, he can say that he is truly happy.

He wonders how long it's gonna last.

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[A/N] Hey lovelies!

I feel so so bad for not updating this story for so long. And leaving it on a 'there will be a kiss next chapter' didn't really help, haha.

Anyway, there's been going on a lot in my life the past few weeks and I kinda feel like I have lost the whole 'writing spark' that I had. I was really unsure whether I should upload this chapter or not because I'm not happy with it AT ALL, but I feel like I owe you at least some closure to this story.

I really have it all planned out. Their storyline, the romance, the drama, the tears and smiles and laughs, but right now it just doesn't feel like I'll ever be able to write it all and give you the ending I want to give you.

The thought of giving you all a super-long, detailed summary-ish thing of the timeline has also reached my mind, but that just doesn't feel right either.

I really really want to take you guys on this whole journey I have planned and I WILL try my best to make it happen, but I don't know how long I'll have to make you wait for the next chapter. Maybe a day, week, a month or two, half a year - I don't know and I'm truly sorry. ❤️