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jungkook had got at the very most, four hours of sleep. he couldn't stop thinking about his past and his forehead would crease up as he thought about all the things he had done to taehyung. his mind went back to the time he first met taehyung, and all the memories came flooding back.
sixth grade.
students crowded as they saw the commotion taking place in the cafeteria. taehyung had tripped like the klutz he was back then, and had spilt ramen all over jungkook's pants. jungkook had caught him by the collar and had warned him, and told him not to dare to come near him again.
seventh grade.
taehyung liked a girl and she liked him too. jungkook remembered the way taehyung's voice fell that day.
"hey sooy-" taehyung said and was holding flowers in his hand. his face fell as he saw jungkook kissing her against the locker outside their classroom. jungkook had smirked right at taehyung when the girl began kissing his jaw. taehyung had simply turned around, left the flowers in the nearest bin and walked away.
eighth grade.
taehyung had topped the class and jungkook and him got paired up for a project. taehyung had done all the work, and jungkook threatened to bully him ( not like he already didn't ) if he didn't give jungkook enough credit in the work. taehyung simply nodded and did all the work, giving jungkook way more credit than necessary.
ninth grade.
this year, something changed within taehyung. and jungkook had noticed too, along with many others. he started distancing himself from every single human being and jimin started to get worried. the only person taehyung would speak to properly was jimin. he wouldn't spare even a glance at anyone. not that that stopped jungkook from putting him down and snickering or scoffing every time he passed. taehyung paid no heed to him, and when jungkook did beat him up, he'd say something like 'are you done?' or 'wow that's two bones a week, i'm proud of you." and leave.
tenth grade.
if something had changed within taehyung the past year, this year it was physical. the boy had grown much taller and his chest was broader than ever. he was always a looker but damn this year he really broke hearts. his demeanour hadn't changed that much at all. girls confessed but this was how he'd respond.
"uh, taehyung i've been meaning to say this for a while but i really like you."
"that's your problem."
"taehyung, i've liked you for so long, so i finally gathered the courage to tell you today."
"too bad. not interested."
"taehyung-ah i...i like you."
"mhm, good to know."
jungkook always saw taehyung as an obstacle for him. jungkook was a straight up player and with half the girls in the school falling for taehyung, his ego wasn't fed well.
how the fuck did he get even more good looking during summer. is that even possible.
eleventh grade.
the grade. all jungkook and taehyung did was fight. against the lockers, in the cafeteria, in the hall, in the classroom, in the corridor. everywhere. taehyung would stay quiet usually. up to this year , at least. but this year something changed. jungkook knew taehyung worked out, he knew he was strong. so when taehyung punched jungkook square in the jaw during their first fight of the year, jungkook simply smirked, looking up at taehyung, panting heavily, sprawled across the corridor. taehyung walked away, wiping the blood on his knuckles with a tissue and chucking it into the bin nearby, reminding jungkook of seventh grade when he stole taehyung's happiness at that point in time. "glad you're finally fighting back, kim!" jungkook mocked, cupping his hands around his blood-stained teeth as he yelled after taehyung, earning a few chuckles and sniggers from the crowd.
eleventh grade summer. now.
a party was held at jungkook's house and it was after jungkook had convinced yoongi not to stay around taehyung.
"dude i'm tellin' you. he's a fuck up. i really doubt he's a good friend. i wonder how jimin stands him, to be honest. goes around spray painting random walls with graffiti." "not like you don't, jeon." "yeah but mine's cool." "so what're you trying to say." yoongi said, looking head on as jungkook puffed out a ring of smoke. "what i'm saying is, the kid's messed up. don't get involved , yoongi. i'm just warning you. that's all i'm doing. helpin' a fellow out. i know jimin can't get out of taehyung's shit, he's been in it for too long." "don't bring jimin into this. but i get what you're saying."
a few days later, on the day of the party at jungkook's house, taehyung had heard from jimin that yoongi didn't want to be friends with taehyung. taehyung knew it was childish. he knew jeon was involved. but all he could do to express his anger was cry. and so he cried. and cried and cried, in front of his window, leaning his back against the bed. jimin had tried telling yoongi that what yoongi was saying made no sense. why would he suddenly just say that he didn't want to be friends? taehyung had cried that night only because he had agreed to be friends with yoongi after much persuasion from jimin's side. "okay." taehyung had said with a serious tone. "okay i'll introduce you to yoongi later." jimin smiled.
later that night, jungkook got beat up against his sink by yoongi. yoongi had told jungkook everything, right from jungkook being a weak ass bitch who only knew how to ruin good people, to the part where taehyung cried his heart out.
3:07am - the present jungkook sighed, reaching for a cigarette. flashes of taehyung coughing that had burnt into his brain however, stopped his hand. jungkook got up and went to taehyung's room, chains making a racket. he didn't know what he was doing, but he hoped that he hadn't woken up taehyung. taehyung's little whimpers and snores filled a small portion of the room and jungkook stared, shoulder against the door's frame. jungkook may have not realised the extent to which he had hurt taehyung, but he had certainly started to regret everything he had done to taehyung. something was telling him that he should be that friend to taehyung, that would bring him back to his usual self, but all that jungkook heard from the voices inside his brain was 'no don't do it.' or 'i really doubt he'd agree.'
jungkook sighed, walking back to his room and the chains' noise contrasted with the fan's low wind-like sound.
little did jungkook know that taehyung had thought about the same thing too.
