the two broken boys.

Chapter Nineteen.

The minute I woke up, I started screaming at the top of my lungs. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't cry. So I just kept screaming. Jungkook shot out of bed, but that didn't stop me. He grabbed me by my shoulders and shook me violently, telling me to calm down. But I wasn't going to calm down. I was going to keep screaming. My throat hurt, but I still didn't stop. That is until Jungkook slapped me.

I stopped screaming. The minute he hit me, I started to cry. Not like how I normally cried when I had nightmares. Normally, I'd cough and hiccup and make other sorts of noises while crying, but this time, it was different. I was completely silent, just letting the tears stream down my cheeks. I could tell Jungkook was confused He didn't know whether to hug me or not.

"H-Hug me, you big idiot," I said quietly, and he pulled me into a warm hug. I smiled, but it was weird. I didn't feel any sort of clothing on hi- oh fuck, he's shirtless. I pulled away and averted my gaze. "Did I-" I glanced at his chest, but quickly looked away. "Sorry," I muttered and wiped my eyes. The tears stopped quicker than I thought, which was great. He sighed and pulled me back into a hug.

I didn't pull away this time. In fact, I started tracing lines on his chest. I could hear him giggle, and it made me giggle too. "Another nightmare, baby?" I nodded and continued to quietly trace the lines with my fingers. "Want to talk about it?" I stared blankly at nothing in particular for a few minutes. He was patient. I pulled away for a second time. "I'm going to stay here, with you," I said suddenly.

His eyes widened a bit, but then he smiled. "Bold of you to assume that you ever had the option of not staying here." I playfully hit his chest, but then stopped. I stared at him right in the eyes, and he looked... scared? I guess it was because I've never looked this serious. "Do you promise to protect me?" I said with a straight face, not breaking eye contact. He nodded without hesitation. "Why do you ask?" I looked down. "Nightmare." He seemed to get the message. I was happy he wasn't pressuring me to talk about it. Jungkook knew if I wanted to, I'd share.

"We should go back to sleep, baby. We don't have to be up for another three hours." I nodded slowly and he laid down. I went to lay down, but he stopped me. "Lay on me." My cheeks heated up slightly, but I obeyed and climbed onto him, laying down so that both our chests were touching and so that my face was in his neck. I smiled and breathed it in again. That addicting scent. He placed a hand on my back and I relaxed a bit more. "Comfortable?" I raised a hand, giving him a thumbs up and he giggled. "Adorable." That was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.

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Thankfully, I didn't have another dream after I slept. I ended up waking up before Jungkook, so like the wonderful person I am, I tickled him until he woke up. He was laughing and squirming around under me, and I liked the view. I stopped suddenly, placing my hands on his chest. I smirked seductively. "I like you being underneath me." What the fuck, Taehyung? What are you doing? He smirked too. In a split second, I was underneath him and he was holding my wrists. He didn't speak at all. In fact, what he did surprised me. He attacked my neck, sucking harshly on the skin. I was startled at first. I was thinking about my dad, but strangely enough, those thoughts went away. It was different with Jungkook. It was nice with Jungkook. 

I bit my lip to prevent any sounds. Apparently, he didn't like it. Since our bodies were so close to each other, he started to move so that both of our members were rubbing against each other. "Don't bite your lip, let them out." I kept biting down, harder and harder. So, he moved faster. I let out a little moan, and he stopped, satisfied. He got off of me and I whined. He turned around slowly and I covered my mouth. Again, what the fuck Taehyung? Are you crazy? "Oh, so you want more?" He walked closer to me but I put my hands up. "Jungkook! School!" He frowned and rolled his eyes. "Wouldn't you rather spend the day with me?" I shook my head and got up, rushing to the bathroom before he could even move. Once inside, I closed and locked the door.