Bully|tk

33| i was just messing around with you, princess

Taehyung—

I woke up to the sound of my ringtone. Groaning, I reached out and fumbled for my phone on the coffee table. Once, my fingers managed to wrap around the device, I answered the call without looking and held it up my ear. "Hello?" I mumbled into the phone, noticing that I'd fallen asleep with Jungkook on the couch. I was laying on my back, while he was on his side, with his arm draped over my waist. Lazily, I smiled, and carded my fingers through his silky hair.

When the person on the other line didn't respond, I lowered an eyebrow, and spoke again. "Hello? Who is this?" I heard shuffling on the other end and soft sighing before someone responded. "Hello, is this Kim Taehyung?" I almost dropped the phone when I heard their voice. Why would she call me at this time? I thought she wanted to forget me. I thought she wanted me gone. I thought she didn't need me anymore. Why? Why would you call me now after everything that you've done to me?

My heart clenched at the familiar voice, and I felt my body tense. Jungkook must've felt a change in my position and woke up, staring at me. My eyes darted down to glance at him, before staring straight at my TV, blankly. "Mother," I answered, tightly. "I thought you didn't want to hear from me anymore. I distinctly remember you telling me not to show my face anywhere and that you didn't even want to hear my problematic voice buzz in your ear." My words were like venom as I continued to speak. Though I loved both of my parents, I loved my mother the most. She was the one I related most with and the one who I can easily carry on a conversation with. My father was always too busy and was usually never around, so it was awkward to talk to him for a long time.

I loved my parents, but I guess they never felt the same. The moment I began acting up they threw me out of the house and told me to never come back. Hearing that from my father didn't really affect me too much, but hearing that from my mother hurt me harder than it should've. They gave me a place to stay and a small fortune as bribery to keep making them look good from afar, but to never approach them ever again. I thought they never wanted to deal with me ever again, yet here was my mother calling me out of the blue.

Jungkook slipped an arm under my back, and pulled me into his chest. He stared up at me with a question in his eyes. I shook my head and leaned down, slightly, to press a kiss to his forehead. Though that small act seemed to please him, the concerned expression didn't leave his face. "You sure, baby?" He mouthed. I nodded, and raised one finger to tell him to give me a minute.

Mother responded to my statement after a pause, her voice laced with sugar and honey. "No, sweetie. We were just angry with you at that time. You just suddenly started fighting students and causing problems and we just didn't know what to do with you." I narrowed my eyes at her answer, feeling betrayal and anger rise in my chest. How dare she have the audacity to say that?

I guess Jungkook heard her say that, and grabbed the phone, the expression on his face furious. "I can't believe the nerve you have," he spoke coldly into the phone. "If you cared about Taehyung then you would have asked him if there was something wrong and if there was any way you could fix it. Kicking him out of the house and telling him to never show his face does not tie up any loose ends. If you had any mother-nurturing cells in your body you would understand that." I just stared at my boyfriend in awe, as he continued to criticize my mother's ways of handling things. One of his arms were stilled wrapped tightly around me, clenching onto the material of my baggy shirt. He held me close to his chest, as he suggested parental guidance books to my mother, who had gone silent on the other line.

Finally, after a full minute of Jungkook ranting, he stopped, and blew out a breath. "Who even are you?" I heard Mother ask. The younger smirked, "Jeon Jungkook, Mrs. Kim." Mother scoffed, "I heard someone tell me that the Jeons have disowned their son." That only made the black-haired male scoff, "that's true, but that doesn't suddenly make me a nameless nobody. I'm still a Jeon, either way, Mrs. Kim." I heard her click her tongue, "you rude child. What significance are you to Taehyung for you take his phone and speak in his stead?" Jungkook gave me a soft smile, "someone special. Don't call this number ever again, and don't ever bother him." With that the younger ended the call, and switched the ringer off. He placed the device on the floor face down, before slipping his hands into my hair.

"I'm sorry you had to receive a call from your mother after all this time." I snorted, "what are you apologizing for? This wasn't even your fault this time." His eyes widened, "wait, then every other time was my fault?" Realizing my mistake I shook my head frantically and pressed my lips to his. "No, no, no! Nothing was ever your fault, Kookie!" A grin broke out on his face, exposing his bunny teeth. "I was just messing around with you, princess." I scowled, bringing one hand up to my racing heart. "You jerk! I thought I actually offended you! Asshole!" The younger burst out laughing, burying his face into the crook of my neck. "You're too cute, baby! So adorable!"

I pushed his shoulders, only to have no reaction. "Damn you and your heavy muscles," I grumbled. "Hmm? I thought you liked my muscles. You always turn red when you see me shirtless," he teased, as he began to suck on my neck. "Get off, vampire! School starts in thirty minutes and we need to get ready!" I exclaimed, trying to push the younger off, only to no avail. "Not until I get a few good purple marks," Jungkook responded, mouth still attached to my skin. "I want everyone to see who you belong to." I suppressed a whine from slipping past my lips. "When you wear your uniform, you're going to keep the top three buttons open so everyone can see that you're taken," Jungkook commanded, after licking a bruise, making me shiver. "That's an order, babe."

He let go of me, grinning dominantly. "Now, go get ready, princess. I'll come in after you." I felt heat rise up to my cheeks, and I covered them with my sweater paws. "You overgrown muscle bunny! I'm your hyung!" He gave me a lazy smile, "and I'm top. There's a difference, bun." Scowling, I got up from the couch and walked down the hall to my room. Once I got my uniform, I went into the bathroom to change. I glanced at the mirror, and my eyes widened at the numerous purple hickeys littering my tan neck.

"JEON JUNGKOOK YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO MAKE SO MANY, GODDAMMIT!"

"So you've seen them," he called from the living room.

"Fuck you!"

"That's my job, kitten!"

What did I do to deserve this?

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Some angst with a little bit of fluff. There will be more angst in the next chapter ;p

-Author-nim