Mental-Taekook

~24~

~Jungkook~

he doesn't think im that fucking dumb does  he? too dumb to hear a fucking phone call, shit, but here i am, amazed by how he found me, goddamit he could make a fucking meal and i'd be impressed, but he doesn't care he never did, he doesnt give a damn about me.

but how is it he never notices, that he is slowly killing me.

"you don't remember me do you Jungkook?"

"i was missing for like a week, i remember you."

"thats not what im- it doesnt matter, just- i dont know, maybe you should think how you met Jimin." he stood up, about to walk off, i grabbed him, and threw him against the wall, pinning him there,

"No. you dont get to act mysterious, not now, you've done nothing but fuck with my head since you saved me."

he chuckled slightly "get used to it pretty boy, you're a lot more fun to do it with."

"tell me, why you asked why i remember you."

"flash back to high school jungkook, oh yes, indeed, i went there too, in fact we went to the same one westerberg,  some same classes, of course you wouldn't remember me- considering as no one talked to me, don't feel bad, i got used to it quick, yet you always cracked me a smile when the others said shit to me-hurt me, i hoped you'd actually felt bad, i always had a crush on you, Jeon Jungkook, the popular smart dickhead, nothing much has changed, but you always let it happen, i wondered why, in fact- i asked you once, you shrugged me off, pretending i didn't exist, yet you knew my body was aching all the time, but i had to go, gotta leave the world behind to face the reality of the situation, i was crushed, by my crush, ironic, i wished i had never been born at all."

"t-tae-" i started to tear up, i didn't know why.

"just stop your crying, it reminds me of the time, we cant change the past."

"yeah  but-"

"please, i've gone through much worse,"

"I'm sorry,"

"It's too late to apologise,"

"So, have you made me fall for you to fuck with me?"

He smirked a bit, before reversing the positions, pinning me against the wall, "please baby boy, you'll never know what I'm doing unless I want you to know, don't take it personal, no one does."

His hand raised to my neck, gripping it somewhat loosely, "there's no need to wonder, what we are, or how I feel, just know you're mine, and only I can fuck with, touch or think about what's mine"

"I'm not leaving this apartment anytime soon am I?"

"This apartment- funny actually, I own the entire top floor, this is just the living area, the other ones-well I don't need to show you them yet, and if you're good I don't have to."

"You say it like I'm a dog."

He let go, before placing is lips to my neck, my breath hitching,

"Funny, because I can have you begging like one in a matter of seconds."

~Taehyung~

So he did hear my conversation, I'm glad, very glad, my pity story is also in place, his head is going to be so confused, I smirked as I kissed his neck slightly, I almost felt his heart jump, amusing,

I pulled away, before tapping my own head,

"We both have a brain, correct? It's not like yours is any smaller than mine- I can access more of mine I suppose, surprise surprise, I'm not normal, I won't ever be, you can't change me, no one has, and I doubt anyone will, and I think we've already had the conversation of me always being right."

"Then why am I even here? Why do you even want me here when you clearly don't want me?!"

"I felt the exact same in high school, I guess it's your turn to be confused,"

"you're doing this on purpose?"

"Doing what?"

"Making me feel bad!"

"That's your own mind, I'm simply comparing our situations, Jin says I should learn how to relate to other people-"

"What you're doing is being a dick to get revenge- you said you fucking love me tae- y-yet now you're doing this? Yet now you're saying on the phone love isn't real? I fucking love you! I've known you for a few weeks yet I've never felt like this about anyone before- and you just throw it all away!"

"What I'm doing is lowering your expectations of me, because I'm not a fucking good guy, and you shouldn't love me."

"Then it's a good job I didn't fall in love with the good guy then." He glared at me, before sighing and walking into the guest room, which I'm not particularly sure why it exists, not surprisingly I don't get many guests, I punched the wall, leaving a hole, before sitting back at my desk and continuing to scribble

There's rain in paradise, and it doesn't look like it's going to settle any time soon,

I look at my work, before looking back to the door, I can't go through this-whatever we are without fucking it up once or twice,

If I didn't it wouldn't be real, because I've got to fuck around once or twice, or not wouldn't be honest with myself,

I'm always honest,

Always.