🌹Flower Boys🌹|| Taekook ||

Chapter: 7

Taehyung woke to a warmth in front of him. He felt like shit; head pounded as if his head was about to explode into a million pieces and his body was completely covered in sweat. He was just about to open his eyes when something tugged at his throat. Something was coming up and he couldn't stop it.

He jumped out of bed, stumbling from the dizziness clouding his head, towards the restroom that was around the bedside.

He retched and vomited everything the filled his stomach. Cold sweat still beading at his temples.

Taehyung rested his head and arms against the toilet seat. Fuck.

After taking deep breaths, trying to gain back any little droplet of energy, he barely realizing how bad the floor tile stung his bare ass from the coldness.

He hissed, standing up fast. That's also when he realizes that he is completely nude.

What the hell? How did I not notice before? Why the hell am I-

All the memories from the night before snapped back into his head as if some had slapped him back to reality. All of them ran into his head one by one, from his anger that led to kissing to literally having sex with-

Jungkook?!

His eyes went wide, a blush waving over his cheeks and neck.

The Jeon Jungkook?!

Chills ran over his skin.

I- I f-fucked the  Jeon Jungkook? That asshole?  The one with the ripped abs a-and everything? H-How the-

He couldn't believe it. He didn't understand. What the hell was going through his mind? Just to make sure this wasn't just his cruel imagination trying to terrorize him, he peaked his head out into the bedroom. He looked at the bed to see a tan body huddling under the covers, black majestic hair that laid onto theory white pillow, Jungkook's back was facing Taehyung, though Taehyung still knew it was him.

Panics started to rise in the older.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! What the hell do I do?!

He began pulling at his own hair trying not to scream. He scrambled for his clothing, rushing and messily putting them on, at the same time, careful not to wake the younger.

He finishes as he quietly exits the room to be met with many bodies laying on the floor.

Right Taehyung, it was that dumb ass party that drove you mad last night.

Tiptoeing through the hall, trying not to step on anyone, he made it downstairs. He was the only one sober enough to actually be awake at this time of day. It was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

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Taehyung wrongfully decided to take his car home, leaving both of his best friends inside the big house, at least he thought they were still in there. Hopefully.

He drove home, the headache still hammering at his temples, the thoughts of what he did last night with someone in particular just made it worse.

Finally making it home, he entered his living room to see his parents sitting on the couch.

"Taehyung where were you?" His mother asked, clear worry shown on her face.

"S-Sorry Mother, Father," he bowed, "I ended up staying at my friends house. We fell asleep while studying." Guilt still sinking in the pit of his stomach.

A light smile was displayed on both his parents' faces.

His mother let out a sigh, "Oh well that's good. Just make sure you let us know before please. Me and your father were very worried."