My Delinquent|tk

16| and that was when we kissed. before i passed out

Taehyung—

The sound of my phone ringing elicited a groan to pass my lips, as I opened my eyes sleepily. Without bothering to look, my hand fumbled around for the stupid thing, fingers wrapping around the device when they made contact. I brought the screen to my face, squinting at how bright it was, and frowned when I answered the call from my mother, putting it on speaker, too lazy to bring my phone to my ear.

"Hmm? What is it Mother?" I greeted, voice low and raspy, from sleep. "Did I wake up my poor baby?" The sound of concern jarred me a bit, making me brighten my tone slightly. "Oh no, you're fine, Mother. What did you call for?" The elder woman chuckled on the other line, "I'll make this quick. Your father and I will have to be staying in Busan for longer than we thought. I'm sorry, son, but we're not going to be able to celebrate New Year's Eve with you and Jungkook." My heart fell at her words, and I lowered my head, staring at my feet, unseeing. I should've known this was going to happen. My parents were very important people, and it was expected that they wouldn't be able to make it.

It hurts. But I can't be selfish and bratty about it. No matter how busy they are, I know that my parents love me. I can't hurt their work with flimsy hopes and wishes. They care about me, so I should care about them. It's the least that I could do.

"It's alright, Mother. I understand. I'll make sure to send you a text wishing you a happy new year tonight," I responded, hoping that my voice didn't give away my feelings. That was the last thing I needed my parents to worry about. "I'm so sorry about all of this, Taehyung. Believe me, your father and I really wanted to spend New Year's with you and Jungkook. It's just that we're, both, so busy."

I clenched and unclenched my hand, as Mother spoke, not really feeling anything. This was a normal thing for me. I'm used to it. "You don't have to worry about me. I have Jungkook. I'm sure we'll think of something to do." A loud sigh crackled through my phone speakers, "again, I'm so sorry. Have a happy New Year, son." I repeated the sentiment, before ending the call, and placing it back on my nightstand.

Honestly, I was alright. Sure I was disappointed that my parents couldn't make it, but like I said, I can't be selfish about it. I know that my parents love me and that's all that mattered.

I stretched my arms over my head, and popped my neck joints, before flopping back down into the comfort of my sheets. There was a knock on my door, making me raise my head. "Yeah, come in!" I called, shifting myself, so that I was positioned more comfortably. Jungkook poked his head inside my room, a slight frown on his face. "I heard your conversation with your mother," he admitted. "Are you okay?" A smile grew on my face, heart beating fast at the thought of the younger caring about me. "I'm fine, Kookie. Don't worry about me!" The, now, redhead raised an eyebrow, examining my face, probably trying to detect any hint of lying.

When he didn't find any, he only nodded, and awkwardly lowered his head. I wanted to coo at how cute the younger was being. This was the guy who hated my guts and pushed me away with everything he had. This was the guy who everyone labels as the "bad boy," the "delinquent." "Don't get him mad," they said. If only they knew how much of a softy he really is. "Hey, Kookie, come here," I invited, patting the bed. A small fraction of the distrusting expression, I was used to, entered the latter's face. "What for?" He asked, suspicious. I pouted, and waved my hand, beckoning for him to come. "Just get over here. I'm cold, and you're my closest heater."

Jungkook rolled his eyes, but padded into my room, anyways, closing the door behind him. I lifted the covers, waiting for the younger, and immediately clung to his warm chest. "You really are like a heater," I sighed, contentedly. "So warm." Despite how calm I was acting, my heart was having a whole entire fitness program inside my chest. I mentally scolded it, afraid that Jungkook would notice how fast it was beating and call me out. Things only got worse, as his arms slowly slid around me, making home on my back. "Damn, did you open the window? You're shivering right now," he mumbled, chin perched on top of my head.

I let out a nervous chuckle, "oh, yeah, maybe there's a draft somewhere."

A draft, my ass.

—

We ended up watching the New Year's countdown, on TV, whilst eating delivery pizza. I was sprawled over one of the couches, while Jungkook sat crisscrossed on the floor. "I know you might not appreciate this, but I'm sorry that your parents couldn't make it to celebrate with us," the younger spoke, lifting his head to look at me, as a commercial started playing. I took a big bite of my pizza, and smiled at him warmly. "Don't worry about me, Jeon. I'm fine, trust me. This wasn't the first time, and it probably won't be the last." I reached over to the coffee table, and grabbed a napkin to wipe my fingers. "You want some wine? It is a New Year's tradition."

Jungkook nodded his head, turning his attention back to the TV screen. "Yeah, if it's okay." I hummed, and got up on my feet. I walked down the hall, and entered the pantry, eyeing the wine rack. Shrugging I grabbed a random bottle, knowing that my father has good taste, and that I'd like whatever he has. I grabbed two glass cups, and closed the pantry door, heading back into the living room.

I placed the glasses on the coffee table, and popped open the wine bottle, gaining the younger boy's attention. I poured the wine, and handed Jungkook's glass over to him. The redhead murmured a thanks, before sniffing the liquid. "It smells nice," he commented. "You guys have taste." (a/n: I have no idea what I'm saying there, so just go with it okay?) I grinned, and raised my drink, "cheers?" The aforementioned released a small chuckle, and clinked our glasses together. "Happy New Year's, Tae."

There was a pause where we didn't say anything as we drank our wine, letting the sounds of the TV fill in the silence. It was peaceful. Though we didn't say anything it wasn't awkward or stiff. No, it was very comfortable.

By the time I finished my drink, I was already pretty tipsy. "Ugh, I'm such a lightweight," I giggled, slightly, staring at the car commercial that was playing. "Then you should stop pouring yourself more," Jungkook scolded, as I gave myself a refill. "What's the harm? hic! Tonight's a night to let loose. hic!" The younger narrowed his eyes, but didn't continue reprimanding me, only turning his head to face the TV screen, again. "If you say so."

"Yayyyy!" I cheered downing my drink in one go, and slamming the glass on the coffee table. "Don't break anything!" Jungkook cried, alarmed at the loud sound. I giggled, "don't worry! Nothing happened. See? The glass is still fine!" I slid off the sofa, and thumped down, by the younger's side. I couldn't seem to put a cap on my giggling, as I clung to Jungkook's arm, nuzzling my head against his triceps. "You know..." I mumbled, drowsily. "I think I like you Kookie." I felt the other male stiffen, causing me to raise my head, to stare at him blankly. "Do you like me, too?"

His eyes were dark, as they bore into my mine, expression unreadable.

"Maybe..." He responded, face gradually getting closer to mine. "Perhaps more than maybe."

And that was when we kissed.

Before I passed out.

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Kiss and Makeup is a bop, period.

-Author-nim