My Delinquent|tk

19| i failed as your boyfriend

Taehyung—

Sighing, I leaned back in my chair, pressing a hand to my grumbling stomach. "Oh shut up, and leave me alone," I muttered under my breath. Wearily, I closed my eyes, feeling them burn from the long hours of staring at my laptop screen. My fingers twitched, not sure how to stay still, after a long period of time typing up the ridiculous ten-paged essay, for a class. I pulled my knees up to my chin, and spun my chair, letting it twirl me around, slowly.

After deciding to skip both lunch and dinner, I had finished most of my assignments and even got a head start on a project. Now, that I'm so caught up I have no idea what I should be doing. There was nothing interesting on the internet, and I had no plans, whatsoever, to step a single toe out of this dorm room. The less I see my friends, whilst I heal, the better. I would, also, rather not have another lovely encounter with Lisa and her friends.

It's not like I'm scared of them. I'm not. But I don't want to get even worse bruises on my skin. It's hard enough trying to cover up the ones that I already have. What will I tell Jungkook and my friends if they see me with a bunch more purple splotches? I can't possibly hide them all!

I chewed on my lip, not really thinking. My mind was too messy to have a proper thought make its way to the surface. Questions like how I am going to avoid the others from seeing my bruises to how I was going to deal with Lisa, flitted around my head; giving me a migraine. "Arggh! What the hell?" I groaned, sliding my hands down my face. "What am I going to do?" I asked aloud, shoulders slumping.

A loud ding rang from my phone, causing my eyes to wander to the lit up screen. I squinted, reading the new message that had popped up in my notifications box. It was a text from Jimin demanding me to tell him where I was, and why I haven't shown my face all day. Mumbling a string of curses, I picked up my phone, to reply to the elder, knowing if I ignore him for too long he'd spam me with a series of profanity.

Not a second later have I sent my response a new message popped up on the screen, making me frown, slightly. It was a short text from Jungkook saying that he'd be late back, due to a group project. A small smile curled on my lips as I typed back a reply. It made me feel special that the younger had a need to tell me where he was and when he'd get back.

I closed my laptop, and padded to the bathroom, the idiotic smile still on my face. I stared into the mirror, staring at how my lips tilted upwards and how my eyes puffed up, in happiness. All because of a certain red-haired boy texted me not to wait for him, I look like this now. It's amazing.

Sighing, I watched the smile slip off of my face, as I closed the bathroom door, and locked it. Slowly, I slipped out of my clothes, and stepped into the bathtub, wincing at every movement that I made. I leaned my shoulder against the cold tiles, barely even feeling the freezing water numb my skin. Closing my eyes, I reached around blindly, and grabbed for the shampoo. I didn't want to think about anything. There was nothing to think about, anyway. I'm too tired to even form a proper thought.

I know I should tell Jungkook about this. I should at least talk to my friends, so we can figure out how to deal with the situation. I know, I know, I know. But, there was just something holding me back. A big something.

Everyone has been so happy, recently. Things have finally been going in the right direction. Who am I to wipe away their joyful smiles by serving my problems onto their plates? I can handle this on my own. I'm pretty sure I can. I can endure for a bit longer. Of course I'm no pushover that's going to let a jealous girl and her posse rough me up. I'll think of something. So for now...I'll just clench my teeth, and make sure those smiles stay glued on my friends' faces.

It's better this way.

—

I have no idea how long I took in the bathroom, but when I came out Jungkook was already back from his study group. My breathing picked up its pace, as I prayed and hoped that the younger wouldn't notice the obvious dark marks littering my legs. I had already applied makeup on my black eye before I walked out, knowing that Jungkook will see my face when he came back. I had also pulled on an oversized sweater, so the worst and most obvious wounds have been covered. But, the pair of basketball shorts that I was wearing were most definitely not hiding anything beneath my knees. And there were a lot of bruises beneath my knees.

Immediately, when Jungkook laid his eyes on me, they traveled straight down to my legs. He glared at the purple splotches, before lifting his eyes up to meet mine. "What happened?" He asked, voice hard, yet soft. I knew he was trying not jump to conclusions and worry about me. I knew he was restraining himself to listen to what I had to say.

Releasing an internal sigh of relief, I placed an easy smile on my lips. "Oh, my legs? Don't worry about them, I just tripped and fell down some stairs. It's nothing serious." I made my way over to the younger, trying my best not to limp. I reached forward, taking the latter's face in my hands, and pressed a kiss to his lips. I felt Jungkook instantly relax, as his hand slid up my arm and rested on my shoulders.

I held back a flinch, and smiled as I pulled away. "You were gone too long," I pouted, patting the younger's cheek. "You made me miss you, Kookie," I whined, slightly, hoping that it would distract him from further inspecting my body. I didn't need him to grow suspicious. Thankfully, it seemed to have worked, since Jungkook only grinned, softly, before leaning in to peck my lips. "You're too cute, Tae," he chuckled, before flipping the hallway light off, and leading us back into the main part of the dorm. "Sorry, though," he said, arm slipping away from me, as he padded towards his desk, and plopping his backpack on the floor.

"The underclassmen in my group kept asking the stupidest questions, and inviting me out to socials that I have no interest in." I tensed, at hearing that. I knew that Jungkook was popular, and everyone likes a "bad boy," but now that we're dating, just the thought of others stealing the younger away from me makes me grit my teeth. I slipped closer to the redhead, and wrapped my arms around his torso. "You have me," I mumbled into his back. "You don't need to go to those gatherings."

The other male chuckled, lightly, as he turned around to embrace me, nuzzling his nose into my hair. I felt a blush rise up neck, as I realized what I'd just said. "Oh my god, I sound so clingy. I'm sorry, Kookie!" I cried, embarrassed. I felt his warm hand stroke my head, slowly. "You've got nothing to apologize for."

"It's cute that you've gotten so possessive over me."

Yeah, but not possessive enough to even defend myself, for you.

I'm sorry.

Jungkook.

I failed as your boyfriend.

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ANGSTY!

And yes! It's another late update! WOOHOOOOO!

Ahem...I'm sorry. But, it's Death Week, at my school, because of all of the nonstop reviews for my finals next week. I. Am. Dying. #saveauthornim2k18

-Author-nim