Bully | Taekook

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it was the night after taehyung's interview. he was super hungry, but he couldn't go upstairs, because jungkook's dad was home.

he also refused to text jungkook, especially after what had happened. he didn't want to let it go so easily. he hated to admit it, but jungkook had really hurt his feelings.

eventually, though, after a few minutes, he caved and grabbed out his phone.

taehyung
did you eat?
cause i'm hungry

                                                            jungkook
                                                                       seen

taehyung
could you just bring me down some food?
chips?
a granola bar?
an apple?
anything...?

                                                                jungkook
                                                                            seen

tae waited a few more minutes and jungkook still didn't reply. he was honestly pissed off. if jungkook was upset about what happened, then he needed to come and talk to tae about it instead of acting like a little two-year-old. if anyone was gonna be mad it should be tae, anyways, considering jungkook was the one who hit him.

taehyung
fine. i'll get it myself.

jungkook
don't

taehyung
wow
he speaks

                                                                jungkook
                                                                        seen

tae waited, in hopes that jungkook would bring him some food. eventually he heard something and looked up. jungkook had slid a plastic bag full of trail mix under the door. tae ran up, hoping to catch jungkook before he left. he swung open the door, but he was gone. grabbing the snack up from the floor, he went and sat back down.

he scarfed down the nuts and chocolate fairly quickly. that's when he heard some weird sounds coming from upstairs. it sounded like jungkook was getting beat again.

tae was conflicted. it was hard for him to just sit there and listen, but if he went upstairs, jungkook's dad would likely kill the both of them. tae walked over to the stairs, heading up. by the time he got there, jungkook was laying on the floor, his dad nowhere to be seen. taehyung ran over and started shaking him.

"jungkook," he whispered.

after a couple of seconds, jungkook's eyes blinked open. as soon as he came back to reality, he pushed tae off of him and began getting up.

"wait-" tae said.

"what?" jungkook asked, annoyed.

"are you okay?"

"does it look like i'm fucking okay? just leave me alone, taehyung," jungkook said, walking away.

-

jimin had left joon a note on his desk the day he tried to talk with him. it pretty much just said that he wanted to talk and for joon to meet him at the café the next night if he felt the same.

jimin was sitting in the café, hot chocolate in his hand. he was sipping on it lightly, feeling sad that namjoon probably wouldn't be showing up.

he was just about to get up and leave, when he heard the bell ring by the front entrance. he turned around and was honestly shocked to see joon walking in. he wasn't wearing his regular formal school clothes, it was something much more casual.

he was wearing a white shirt, green jacket, and a pair of blue jeans. it was the type of outfit that jimin had always imagined him wearing. something about it was so completely and utterly namjoon that it made his knees weak. it was so sexy.

[a/n he doesn't have the bag though lmao]

he met eyes with the gorgeous man, the reality of the situation becoming all too real.

namjoon hesitated at first, but then began walking towards him.

"...h-hey, jimin," he said.

"h-hi," jimin replied, feeling that same type of shy feeling that he had the first time joon confronted him.

namjoon sat down beside him with a sigh and motioned over the waiter.

"i'll take a steamed cold brew, please."

"alright, sir. i'll be right back with your order."

the lady walked away and namjoon took off his coat, placing it over his chair.

"sorry i'm a bit late," namjoon said, looking over to him, "i honestly didn't think i was gonna come."

jimin just looked up, nervously meeting eyes with him.

"so... why did you?"

namjoon had a blank expression at first, immediately breaking into a smile at jimin's bold remark.

"i think you know why i came."

jimin smiled, looking down to hide his blushed face.

"i want to hear you say it."

"say what?"

"i-i want to hear you tell me you have feelings for me," jimin said, being blunt, once again.

namjoon sighed, looking over at the small boy.

"it's... it's not that simple, jimin. i-"

"why not? why can't it be that simple?"

"jimin, i'm your teacher," he said, sighing.

"i-i know. i know that. i-it's just... it's not fair. i-i just want to be with you."

"i know," joon said, hesitating as he set a hand on jimin's knee, "but it's not a good idea. we should stop this before it gets out of hand."

"i don't want to stop," jimin said, placing his hand on top of joon's and pulling it up from his knee to his thigh.

"i- j-jimin this is..."

his breath hitched as he saw how well his hand filled out jimin's thigh, like it was made for him to touch.

"it... it feels right," jimin said, breathing heavily.

namjoon just laughed slightly, euphoric from the feeling of finally touching jimin.

"you know... that shy boy that's too scared to talk to me is a lot different outside the classroom," namjoon said, smiling.

"he is. but, i think you'll like him," jimin said, scooching closer.

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