Strippers Boyfriend - Vkook

11

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have turned it so high. 3 was too much a high setting let alone 5," He mumbles.

"I-i'm okay Tae... Just overwhelmed..." I mumble trying to keep my voice steady.

"I know. You just scared me. Jesus Christ you almost gave me a heart attack"

"How d-did I scare you...?"

"Jeez Jungkook. You passed out. That's fucking terrifying for me. I feel like a jerk for turning it up so high,"

"It's fine... it's my fault anyway. I should've said the safe word,"

"Not your fault. You could hardly talk on setting 3." He kisses my temple as he strokes the hair at the back of my my neck.

"I should've warned you before you did it. Namjoon always says that if I feel like something bad is gonna happen and it does then it's my fault for letting it happen,"

Taehyung presses his cheek against mine "I'm glad you're okay now," He says with a sigh of relief.

"Thanks Taehyung," I say playing with some of the short hair behind his ears.

"For what?" He asks leaning his head into my touch, "For caring, for not saying everything's my fault and crushing my dreams,"

I mutter the majority of the last part almost hoping he doesn't hear it. "I'd never blame my baby boy,"

I hum relaxing into his body, "Where were you all my life..."

"A farm with my grandparents," he says with a chuckle, "You grew up on a farm?"

"Hm. I only moved to the city 3 years ago," I nod into his neck still combing my fingers through his hair.

"So where were you the last three years of my life?" I mutter into his ear quietly.

"Staying in this shitty apartment,"

"And what job do you do to maintain this 'shitty apartment'?" I ask curiously,

"I work in... Entertainment." He says rubbing the back of his neck. I hum sadly shuffling so I can just lay on him and mope.

He leans back stroking my hair, "Sorry for getting upset constantly," I mumble tracing little stars on his chest.

"Nah it's ok baby. It's not good to bottle stuff up."

"I already have... Since I stopped talking to Jimin I didn't have anyone other than Namjoon to talk to."

"Yeah and he sounds like a right dick," I sigh swapping the little stars for circles along his chest.

"I don't think he's that way on purpose. Like I said, I trust him,"

"If you say so" he says with a sigh. I sit silently in thought for a few seconds, "... I trust you more though."

"Thanks baby," he says pecking the top of my head. I smile blushing slightly. "I wish I trusted Jimin more..."

"You should talk to him, you seem to really care about him,"

"Hm. He's probably upset with me, I would be anyway. I gave up on our lifelong dream right when it became possible just cause Namjoon said so,"

"How old were you at the time?"

"Twenty, Why?

"You were pretty young. Is understandable," I groan, forcing him to wrap his arms tightly around me, "But it was our dream... I bailed on him last minute after searching with him for four years,"

"You probably got scared and wanted an easy way out,"

"No, I hated myself for it even when I was doing it. I was just too scared to say no to Namjoon,"