| Abused Love | {vkook/taekook ff}

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taehyung's pov
i ran down the empty sidewalks of the street, my legs effortlessly carried my body as i ran, not even looking where i was going. my vision was blurred due to the tears pooling in my eyes, i crossed the street without looking, not even caring one bit. i stopped in my tracks when i got to a small apartment complex, i bent over with my hands in my knees as i desperately tired to control my breathing, my warm breath mixed with the cold outside air, forming little puffs of clouds every time i exhaled. i stood back up and wiped my running nose with my sleeve and dried my eyes before walking up the front steps into the apartment.

i dragged my weight up the few flights of stairs, my feet heavy causing me to trip up the last two steps to the top. i walked down the hall when i reached his room, number 105. i sighed in relief and lightly knocked at the door... no response... i knocked again, this time with more force... still, nothing.
god damn it yoongi.
i used my spare key and unlocked the door, i pushed open the heavy weight and stepped in the warm apartment room. it was empty.
he said he didn't have work today, where is he? i need him....
the door closed behind me and i contemplated on weather to wait a bit and text him, or to knock at his bedroom door to see if he was just sleeping (like usual). i made up my mind and when i was about two meters away from the door i stopped and covered my mouth is shock,

"ahh don't stop!" "ohhh..OHHH!"

MOANING? what the fuck-
"taehyungie?" a familiar low voice spoke, i turned on my heels and saw the mint-haired friend of mine in the kitchen with an empty glass in his hand. "it's been a while hmm?"
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jungkook's pov
"yeah you should've seen him run and cry." i laughed as i explained what i did to taehyung to my friend mingyu, he forced a laugh out as we sat and played an intense game of overwatch. he sat up in his beanbag chair with a questionable look on his face, "what?" mingyu shrugged, "oh cmon i know you wanted to say something." i playfully hit his arm without keeping my eyes off the tv screen, "tell me." he sighed and turned his body in his chair beside me,

"well, i don't even see why...." his voice trailed off as he scratched the back of his neck

"why what?" i was getting annoyed, "spit it out."

"why you even have to pick on the poor guy, i mean, he is your hyung." i took off my headphones and looked at him with anger, he was avoiding eye contact though.

"feeling sorry for that gay little shit now huh?" he shrugged again and itched the back of his neck, his eyes turning sympathetic. "you've got to be kidding me. you actually feel bad for that loser? he fails all of his classes and he misses a tun of school. he probably just stays at home and watches gay porn all day instead of doing his work." i chuckled and had a smug look on my face, but mingyu didn't laugh, he didn't even smile. "ugh your no fun anymore. why don't you just marry him then?" i rolled my eyes and got up,

"so you're leaving? because i don't find hearing your little stories about making someone else's life miserable amusing?" mingyu tutted his head and rolled his eyes, "fine, just go. how about you go tell your stories to someone else." he shut his bedroom door, leaving me on the opposite side. i kicked it in frustration,

"fine. just don't think i'll be talking about you with ANYTHING ever again mingyu, you're done." i grabbed my leather jacket off the coat rack before slamming his front door and stepping outside. i was instantly hit in the face with the cold wind, but i didn't care, i made my way down the sidewalk, not even having a destination, just going where my feet would carry me.

i don't need him-

...i don't need anyone right?....

(a/n: sorry it's such a short chapter! not that anyone cares tho because nobody is reading this yay!)