Bully|tk

23| when he goes to hell satan will think a pancake sinned!

Taehyung—

"Oh, look, Kim Taehyung really is a fag!"

Sighing, exasperatedly, I patted Jungkook's arm, so he'd let go of my hand. "No, Taehyung, you've been doing so well," he chided. "I don't give a flying fuck, I'm going to pound his skull so hard, when he goes to hell Satan will think a pancake sinned!" The guy smirked, thinking that he was safe from any harm. "Aw, did little Taehyungie get soft?" He cooed. I yanked my hand away from Jungkook, only to have his arms barricade me from progressing a proper beat down. Anger was slowly pooling in my chest and I wanted nothing more than to release it onto the brat.

"You're lucky my boyfriend's holding me back, or you'd be six feet underground by now," I growled, lowly. The boy flinched, but he held firm. In the background his sophomore friends were cheering him on like a herd of hormonal elephants. I rolled my eyes, and huffed. It was probably a dare: ooh, I dare you to pick a fight with Kim Taehyung and live. If Jungkook wasn't basically a human straightjacket, I'd probably leave a few bruises then walk away, since a kid like him wasn't even worth it.

The boy grinned widely, "I thought you were a tough guy, but I guess you're just a big softy, huh? I guess that's what being a fag does to you." I pushed Jungkook's chest, and clicked my tongue, bemused. "I really don't have time for some half-ass squirt like you. Your muscles haven't even fully developed yet, so like hell I'll take you seriously." I grinned, without humor, "you know what they say. The bigger the talk the smaller the dick. Come back and try to challenge me when you've grown a pair."

I linked my arm with Jungkook's and pulled him down the hallway, to the cafeteria. He smiled, softly, and pecked my nose. "I'm proud of you, baby boy," he murmured into my ear. I bit back the blush and glared at the younger. "Don't you dare call me that when we're out in public," I hissed. He smirked back in response, "oh? Is it hurting your pride? Or do you not want to be embarrassed as the school's bad boy?" I scoffed, "I'm not a 'bad boy,' that is so cliché." Jungkook wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. "You're right it doesn't suit you at all. You're a cute little marshmallow all the way through."

"If you guys are flirting, please keep it down," Jimin groaned, suddenly appearing next to us. I rolled my eyes, "it's not flirting, hyung. If you dated, then you'd be able to tell the difference." He placed an offended hand to his chest, "I have just been disrespected!" Rolling my eyes, I reached over to smack his shoulder. "Calm down, you're being too dramatic." The elder scowled at me, "I wouldn't need to be dramatic if you didn't just bash my relationship status!"

Smiling, I brought down my arm to hold Jungkook's hand, intertwining our fingers. The younger grinned at me, and leaned in to peck my nose, affectionately. Jimin scoffed and shook his head. "Keep the PDA at a minimum please," he requested in a flat tone.

If only I could be this happy forever.

Jungkook.

Don't leave me.

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Jungkook—

The last bell rang, signaling that school was over. I shoved my things into my backpack and walked out of the classroom, heading down the hall to Taehyung's class to meet him so we could walk home together. I smiled to myself, feeling immensely happy that Taehyung was very open about our relationship. He didn't hide the fact that we were both male and dating, and he didn't really care if anyone judged our skin ship. I shook my head, placing a hand over the stupid smile on my face. Kim Taehyung what are you doing to me?

I turned the corner, and stopped outside the door to see that teacher, Ms. Yoo, again. She was gripping onto his arm as he tried to put his materials into his backpack. "Like I said, we ended everything ages ago, so let go of me! You know that I can't hit a teacher," he growled, ripping his arm away. "Why?" She whined, annoyingly, "I haven't had a good fuck in ages!"

My eye twitched, and I took calming breaths before subtly, almost, ripping the door off its hinges. I leaned my elbow against the doorframe and rested my temple against my fingers, trying to calm the flaming fire in the pit of my stomach. "No, no, give me a moment to just recollect myself," I said, putting a hand up to stop Taehyung from explaining.

"Hmmm," I breathed through my nose, lips forming a straight line. "Let's see, Ms. Yoo, if I wasn't such a nice person I'd have filed a complaint to get you fired by now...ooh, actually that sounds like a great idea, now that I've said it aloud!" The young teacher smirked, "and what proof do you have?" I crossed my arms, tapping my fingers impatiently. "Mmm, maybe the recording on my phone?" I answered, with a bemused expression on my face. I strode forward, and swept Taehyung's supplies into his backpack, before throwing it over my shoulder. "Just so you know, you were being all clingy over my boyfriend, and I'd really appreciate it if you wouldn't touch him from now on." I reached forward to grab the front of Taehyung's hoodie, and pulled him into a rough kiss.

Taehyung's lips twitched against mine, before he returned the kiss, passionately. I pulled back abruptly, to smirk at Ms. Yoo. "I don't think you want to test my limits, lady. Just going to warn you, I'm a Jeon." After seeing her face pale, satisfyingly, I dragged Taehyung out of the classroom. He chuckled and snuggled against my arm. "I think I like you possessive, Kookie." I grinned, and kissed the top of his head, "you've been a bad boy, hooking up with skanks while I've been gone. Do you need to be punished?" That earned me a light smack to my chest followed with a, "you kinky motherfucker."

We stepped out of the school, and walked down to the stoplight, waiting for the signal to let us cross. Taehyung played with my fingers, idly, before I tugged on his arm when the cross walk sign indicated us to go. "What do you want to do when we get back home?" I asked. He leaned his head against my shoulder, cutely. "Sleep," he answered, simply. I smiled, and ruffled his hair. "Cutie."

The next few seconds passed in a blur. There was a screech and a thud, and the next thing I knew Taehyung had flown ten feet away from me. I whipped around to find a man leaning out the window of his car, smirking. Quickly, with shaking fingers, I pulled out my phone, to take picture of his license plate, before tucking it back into my jean jacket, and running to the crumpled boy on the ground.

"That's what you get for breaking my window, jackass!" The man called, before pulling out of his lane, and into a different one; speeding past us. Soon a huge crowd of people began to swarm around the scene like bees to flowers. Tears brimmed my eyes, as I held the elder in my arms. His head was bleeding and there were pretty deep scrapes on his arms and legs.

"Taehyung!" I screamed. "Someone! Call for help, please!" Taehyung coughed up blood and stared up at me through glassy eyes. "J-Jung..." My lips trembled with held back sobs. "N-no, baby, don't talk. Save your strength." There were many people on their phones by now, so I just held my boyfriend in my shaky arms. "You'll be okay, baby. You'll be okay," I repeated. Though was it for him, or myself I wonder. I held Taehyung close to my chest, not caring if I was getting blood on my clothes.

"Taehyung," I pleaded, my voice thick. "D-don't be scared, Ko-Kookie," he took a shuddering breath. "Taehyung don't talk," I sobbed. A small smile lifted his lips. "S-so demanding," he murmured, eyes fluttering shut. "No! Taehyung don't you dare die on me!" I screamed. "We still have so much more things to do! Don't leave me when I've finally got you!" I leaned my head against his chest. "Don't leave, Taehyung," I whispered. "Don't leave me."

The screaming of sirens filled my ears. The crowd parted, like the red sea, making a path to Taehyung and I. They lifted Taehyung up on a stretcher, and wheeled him to the ambulance. I rushed after them, and got inside, eyes never leaving the elder's face.

Taehyung.

Don't leave me.

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Hmmmmm...uh well. I have no words :) Guess you're just going to have to wait for the next chapter to see what happens.

-Author-nim