Bully | Taekook

9

taehyung woke up early the following morning. he was used to getting up early for school, so he blamed that on not being able to sleep in very often. he rolled over to lay on his back and sighed, clearly not ready to get up and face the day. taehyung assumed it would be pretty boring, considering jimin had dance practice for most of the day and he didn't necessarily have anyone else to hang out with.

he laid in bed and just thought to himself for a minute, before he got cut off by his stomach growling loudly. he assumed jungkook was still fast asleep, and his father was certainly out, so taehyung didn't see any problem with sneaking up to the kitchen and checking out the food situation for himself.

-

once upstairs, he peeked inside the fridge. he saw some leftovers from the night before's dinner, an old box of pizza, and lots- lots- of alcohol. it was mainly vodka, but there were also a few cans of beer. taehyung glanced at them, deciding to take one for himself to drink later. he had only had alcohol a few times, but he always enjoyed it. whenever he drank, it was like a moment of escape for him and he could never resist that chance. he slid the can into his pocket and continued looking for some food.

just as taehyung was about to grab the pizza out and consider having some- he heard the garage door open. taehyung immediately slammed the fridge shut and started running for the stairs in a panic.

he almost made it, before bumping right into someone, falling to the ground with a thud.

he was trembling and his head shot up, clearly scared for his life.

he immediately sighed in relief, though, when he realized it was only jungkook.

the taller boy looked down at taehyung, unfazed by the hit.

"this wouldn't be the first time you've run into me. i believe last time your words were, "oh, jungkook! i'm so sorry! it won't happen again!" he said, mocking him, "look at you now. it's happened again, huh?" jungkook said, with a straight face.

"i-" taehyung started to defend himself, but he was interrupted by jungkook laughing and stepping over him with two big paper bags in his hand.

"what the fuck are you doing up here, anyway?" he asked.

"i- uhm-" taehyung was speechless. he was still a bit traumatized, having been so worried that it was jungkook's father.

"are you just gonna keep stuttering all the time like a little bitch or answer the question?"

"i... was hungry," taehyung said, composing himself and standing up from the floor.

"i thought that was supposed to be my job," jungkook said, setting the bags down on the counter.

taehyung looked up at jungkook and watched him take the groceries out from one of the bags and set them out on the counter.

taehyung wasn't sure why, but he blushed. he could tell from how hot his face felt.

"i thought you were sleeping."

"you just assumed that i was sleeping?" jungkook asked, seeming a bit offended, "also, why do you always wear the same fucking clothes all the time? i swear you've worn the same shit since freshman year. you some sort of environmentalist or some shit? you against fast fashion?" jungkook asked, with a snicker as he placed a pack of energy drinks into the fridge.

taehyung started to speak, but jungkook interrupted him.

"you know what, never mind. i don't give a shit. just take a shower, wash your clothes, do something. you look like a fucking homeless person," jungkook said.

taehyung was silent for a second, hoping jungkook could sense the irony, before speaking up quietly.

"where is your-"

jungkook interrupted him again.

"the downstairs shower is broken. you can use mine, but you better not fucking touch my shampoo."

"okay," taehyung said.

he ran downstairs to grab his bag which held all of his hygiene products- including his shampoo and conditioner. before heading back up the stairs, he didn't forget to grab the beer out that he had taken from the kitchen and put it away in his nightstand drawer for safekeeping.

once he was done, he ran back up the stairs to start freshening up.

"hey, jungkook?" tae yelled.

"yeah?"

"where's the laundry room?"

"it's down the hall, on your right."

following jungkook's direction, tae arrived at the laundry room. he walked inside and shut the door. he then started to pull off all his clothes, throwing them in the washer, and pressing start. once he was butt-ass naked, he realized the predicament he was in.

as he looked around the room frantically, he luckily saw a towel hanging from the rack behind him and released the breath he was holding in. he grabbed the towel down, covered himself with it, and headed off to shower.

once he walked up two flights of stairs, he made it to what he assumed was jungkook's room. he slid the door open and walked inside. originally his plan was to head straight for the bathroom, but he simply couldn't help himself. he had to peek around- just a little bit. jungkook's room was super clean, almost too clean. it was spotless, there was barely anything in it. taehyung walked over and peeked inside jungkook's nightstand drawer.

he saw a stack of books and what looked to be a journal. he opened the first page and immediately a picture fell out, landing on the floor. grabbing it off the ground, his heart stopped when he realized what it was.

the picture was of a young boy, with a bunny toothed smile, and messy hair. he was standing beside a beautiful lady, with long black hair. they both had huge smiles on their faces.

after staring for a moment, taehyung shoved the picture back into the journal, threw it into the drawer, and ran to the bathroom.

he grabbed his shampoo and conditioner out of his bag and hopped in the shower.

as he scrubbed his hair with shampoo, he thought about jungkook. he thought about what his life must be like. he thought about why he acted the way he did towards him. he couldn't exactly wrap his head around it.

-

once he was done showering, he grabbed his stuff and threw everything back into his bag. he grabbed the towel, wrapping it around his torso.

he was doing his best to hide all his marks. the ones on his legs were hidden by the towel and the ones on the insides of his arms would only be shown if he turned his arms out. he grabbed his bag and walked out of the bathroom.

he was shocked to see jungkook laying on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

jungkook looked up at him, his gaze lingering over taehyung's body, before meeting eyes with him.

taehyung started to speak, but then he stopped himself. he was frozen, completely lost for thought with jungkook's eyes on him.

the man gazed over him once again, before ripping his eyes away to stare at his phone.

"can i help you?" he asked, not looking up at him.

"no," taehyung said, before walking out quickly.

he made his way back downstairs in a hurry. once he made it to his room, he saw a donut and a carton of banana milk waiting for him on the dresser. he smiled, walking over to eat his breakfast.