Bully | Taekook

12

tae had been feeling guilty for a few days now. he had talked to jungkook a few times, only when he needed food. jungkook never questioned him about the beer and tae never mentioned it. he didn't need jungkook to be angry in order to feel guilty, though. it was already eating him alive. he would hear jungkook's dad beat him almost every day and he would do nothing. knowing that it was partially his fault, even if it was just for that one time, was driving him crazy. tae needed to distract himself. it being saturday, he decided to walk upstairs.

he wanted to go back and check out the loft with all the games and big tv.

he headed upstairs to go find it, shocked when he saw jungkook. he was leaned over by the pool table, carefully aiming his shot. he hit the ball hard with the cue and it went straight into the pocket.

after a few seconds, jungkook noticed tae standing there and stood up straight.

"is it feeding time again?" he joked.

"no, i was just bored. i wanted to use your tv."

jungkook looked at him, not quite knowing how to respond.

"i didn't know you would be here, though, so i'll just go," tae said, turning away.

"wait," jungkook said.

tae turned around, confused as to why jungkook was even talking to him.

"why are you here?" jungkook asked.

"i told you, i wanted to use the tv-"

"no, i mean at my house. why do you need to stay here?"

"because... i don't have anywhere else to go," tae said.

"no parents?" jungkook asked.

"no parents" tae said. 

he started walking away, when jungkook stopped him again.

"why here, though? why my house?"

"i guess that's just the way fate wanted it," taehyung said, finally getting to leave.

once back downstairs, tae sat in his bed. he was confused about everything and it honestly made him feel like shit.

he began pulling off all his clothes, leaving his boxers on. he walked over to the mirror, observing himself.

he had gained weight.

he was eating way more than he used to. he hated how skinny he had been and now that he gained weight, he hated himself even more. he walked over to his bag, pulling out the box of razors. he slipped one out and began to play with it in his hands. he was about to make a cut on his thigh, when he heard his phone buzz.

jungkook
we don't have much food here so i'm gonna go out and get something. if you need food, you can come.

taehyung
okay, i'll be up in a second

taehyung threw on his black pants, this time with a different shirt that he borrowed from jimin. he couldn't wipe the smile from his face as he ran upstairs.

jungkook glanced at him, grabbing his keys and heading outside, leaving the door opened. tae assumed he should follow. he walked out of the house, shutting the door behind him.

he saw jungkook unlock the car and hop in. tae hated to admit it, but he was impressed. the car was really cool. it had those flip up doors, like the ones from the movies.