GAY AND AFRAID

-one-

chapter one

"No."

"What the hell, man! Jazz is like— the foundation of music!"

Jungkook lets out a scoff under his breath. "No. You know BTS?"

"Of course I do. Who doesn't?"

"THEY are the foundation of music."

"Oh fuck no, you dumb bitch," Taehyung snorts. "Jazz is so much better."

A gasp escapes Jungkook's lips as the shock of Taehyung's words settle in. "Excuse me? How fucking dare you insult them like this, you whore—"

"Might not wanna call me a whore when I'm the one letting you in my house," Taehyung interrupts, sending Jungkook a warning glare. "And I will not hesitate to play Frank Sinatra."

"You wouldn't," Jungkook gasps.

Taehyug sneers with disgust. "Oh yes, I would, you little motherfucker."

"Liar."

"Fly me to the moon," the room suddenly plays. "Let me play among the stars."

Jungkook screams and Taehyung decides to yell out the lyrics with forced voice cracks.

"LET ME SEE WHAT SPRING IS LIKE ON JUPITER AND M-"

And then he gets cut off by gunshots. Fucking gunshots.

"What the hell," He murmurs while Jungkook does some excessively weird breathing exercise, "was that?"

The music continues, and Taehyung doesn't care, grabbing the boy who was frozen in his spot. "Hey, dude, you gotta work with me, okay? I'm scared too, but I don't wanna die."

"Snap out of it, you pussy!" Taehyung says, slapping his cheek to somehow wake him up. After the failing attempts, he slides the champagne glass onto Jungkook's lips, tipping back the glass so the cold liquid would flow out of it.

Jungkook's eyes widen, spitting out the alcohol onto Taehyung, who stands right in front of him. "We're gonna die."

"No, no we're not." Taehyung pauses. "Hopefully. Get up and follow me and maybe we won't."

"I don't think I can do that, Taehyung." His voice quivers, conveying fear in his high pitched voice. "Don't wanna get up."

"For Christ's sake, Jungkook! Either let me drag you or use your legs to stand up and run!"

The door busts open in the living room, just a little bit further away from the dining room, where Taehyung and Jungkook sit. That's when there's the second boom of a gun, shattering one of the china glasses that decorate the room.

"Shit shit shit!" Taehyung half whispers. Rushing, he wiggles his arm under Jungkook's knees and wraps the other around Jungkook's upper back; Swings him up onto Taehyung's chest and groans. "You're fuckin' fat, dude."

"Being swole comes with a cost," Jungkook mumbles, not sure why he feels ashamed. He doesn't argue with the fact that Taehyung's holding him either, knowing that he wouldn't be able to like- function in the situation.

With no response, Taehyung bolts with Jungkook in his arms (as cliche as it seems, he didn't like dragging people), on the midst of freaking out after he hears the string of shots coming closer.