Bully|tk

36| ice cream

Jungkook—

"I hereby declare that you've overcome your anxiety."

A wide grin overtook my face at the news. Taehyung, who was sitting in the chair beside me, began clapping enthusiastically. "Really?" I asked, for reassurance. Dr. Nam, my therapist, nodded, a proud smile on his lips. "Yes, really. You did it, Jungkook. You are finally cured. You are no longer a patient of mine." An inexplicable feeling of joy and happiness overwhelmed me to tears. "I really did it," I sniffed, hiding my face behind my arm. Taehyung, immediately, enveloped me in a gentle embrace. After sessions and sessions filled with frustration and self-anger, I'd finally overcome my anxiety.

It was like a huge weight had lifted itself off of my shoulders. I felt free from the burdens that used to hold me down, like a constant giant storm cloud over my head. I freed myself from Taehyung's arms with a smile. "Does that mean I can apologize properly now, hyung?" He raised an amused eyebrow, "as long as you're not saying sorry for the smallest things, then yes you can." My heart swelled at his words. For the longest time I thought everything that hurt him was my fault. His personality, his parents, all of his problems were my fault. For the longest time, I felt like I had to apologize for every little thing, whether if I just walked a bit faster than him, or if I barely grazed him with my arm. It was always "sorry, hyung" this and "I'm sorry" that. I felt hopeless and pathetic. Despite the smiles and the careless persona I gave off, I was just trying to lie to myself that I was alright. That there was nothing wrong with me.

But, now I can proudly say with confidence, that I've finally overcome those feelings. All because of Taehyung. It's all thanks to him. If he hadn't held my hand for every step of the way and embraced me when I was down, I'd probably still be stuck in that dark hole that I'd dug for myself. If he wasn't there for me I'd still be wallowing in self-despair. Without him I'd probably wouldn't have any reason to stand up to my parents and demand for my own rights and freedom. Without him, I'd still be their spineless puppet. Without Taehyung I'd be nothing.

We left the office for the last time, a skip in our steps. "What do you want to do to celebrate?" Taehyung asked, lacing his fingers through mine. "Mmm, ice cream," I grinned, reminiscing in the memory when we got ice cream after my first day at therapy. The elder seemed to remember, as well, and smirked. "You won't get sick on me again, will you?" He teased, nudging my arm with his elbow. I gave an exaggerated shrug, "oh, I don't know. I liked it when you were taking care of me." Taehyung raised a bemused eyebrow, before lightly smacking the back of my head. "If you get sick this time, I'm just going to bring you to the doctor's." I pouted, "awww, but huyngieee! I thought you loved me!"

He pushed my face away from his, "not anymore you whiny little brat. Let's just get your ice cream." Chuckling, I slung my arm around the elder's neck, rubbing my head against his. "I love you, Taehyung." He sighed, but lifted a hand to pat my hair, "I love you too, Kookie."

"I love you more."

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Taehyung—

I hid my smile behind my ice cream cone as I watched the younger male devour his sundae. He looked like a child in that moment, with his eyes sparkling, and a small smile on his lips, as he bit the red cherry off of its stem. I took out my phone, and snapped a quick picture of the black-haired male, grinning at my phone screen. There was a bit of whipped cream on his nose, and he was kind of cross-eyed, in the picture. I stared, lovingly, at the photo, and then peered up to look at the real life version. I reached over to wipe away the whipped cream on Jungkook's nose. I stuck the finger with the whipped cream on it into my mouth, without hesitation, tasting the sweet concoction.

The younger grinned, and grabbed a napkin to wipe away any remaining residue on his nose. "Thanks, babe." I nodded, before licking my strawberry ice cream. I stared at Jungkook, feeling my heart melt. Years and years of crushing on him, finally resulted to this. He was finally mine after everything that has happened. Last year was a year of pain for me. A year where I had to rethink about my actions and wonder what I did wrong to end up like how I was. Broken and suffering. Shrouded in a hazy darkness. Last year was a year of learning. Learning to be more dependent on myself. Learning to be stronger.

Here I am, now. With the boy I love and fully able to fend for myself. Soon, we'll be graduating and heading to college together. All of us: Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jin, Namjoon, Jungkook, and I will be attending college together. We'll experience new things, whether sad or happy, we'll go through them all. Together. That's all that I could ever ask for. That's all I ever wanted. If my parents wouldn't be there for me, then my friends are a hundred times better company than those two would ever be.

"What are you thinking about?" Jungkook asked, licking his spoon clean. I smiled, and bit into my cone. "I was thinking about us, my parents, our friends. College. The future. I was thinking about a lot of things." The younger smiled, and reached over the table to hold my hand in his. "Whatever happens next, I want to be standing right next to you. I want to be holding your hands, just like this, for whatever happens in the future." I threw the rest of my cone into my mouth, and chewed, staring into his eyes. They were so clear. It was like I could feel his love radiating out of his body.

"No matter what, we'll be together till the end," I promised, tightening my grip on Jungkook's hand. He smirked, "till the end? Well, then I'm going to have to hold you to your promise, baby boy." I felt a blush rise up to my cheeks, and scowled at the younger. "Fine, hold me to it. But, know that I never break a promise, Kookie." The latter chuckled, and leaned over the table to capture my lips in his. "You're too cute, Tae." I grumbled curses against his mouth, but returned the kiss.

"I love you, hyung."

"I love you more."

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Some fluff :)

Y'all the last chapter sucked so hard. I seriously have no idea what I wrote. It was so bad. I reread it and facepalmed myself, probably, around five hundred times. It was just so...ugh, and ew, and agh! I was seriously thinking about deleting it, but then I would have to rewrite that chapter and make it better somehow, and my lazy ass just wouldn't do that. But, you guys have to know I regret writing a few things in that chapter. I hate myself, oh ma lord. Hopefully, this one was a little better. The story's ending soon, my readers. I hope you're ready ;)

-Author-nim