Why Him 18+ K.TH/J.JK

Understanding

Ok so, ummm.. here is a VKook FF-
I can't promise imma continue it but I really hope I do hehe.
Also, if you haven't read my other fanfics then you probably don't know that this is for mature audiences 🔞. If you do not like reading this context plz just.. UH. L E A V E-

It was already about seventeen minutes after 7:00 P.M, and Taehyung couldn't seem to close his eyes. The rest of his friends had gone far into a quixotic sleep but something was bothering him beneath the colorless blankets. He closed his lids shut and clutched harder on the soft fabric wrapping around his thighs. A breathless gasp soon evading his attempted pure actions.. although pure was everything but the truth.

"Just one more.. that's it.." The young boy delicately reaches beneath the sheets, hand shaking constantly at what he was about to commit. His eyes darted toward one of the boys who's feet shifted at the far end corner, Taehyung's hand immediately bouncing back.

"No.. this isn't right.." Were four words of inclination he would repeat to himself almost every night to forestall his fervent imagination. During his algebra period, a new boy was welcomed and assigned.. sleek, long black hair, perverted smirk, and beautiful, muscular thighs. Taehyung promised to himself he wouldn't be fantasizing so sinfully about another boy like he'd done before.

"Tae... are you awake?" Yoongi groaned before accidentally shoving a pillow straight into the boy's face. The other, infuriated, snatched the pillow away and threw it across the room.

"Yah... Taehyung-ssi..." Namjoon grunted, realizing the poor pillow had smacked him instead.

"I'm sorry, hyung.. I'll try to sleep."

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The next day, it was harder for him to keep his mind straight for everything that he encountered would resemble the new boy in ways he shouldn't imagine. Even the smallest stain of black would remind him of Jungkook's hair and eye color. Taehyung sighed, giving his own locker an inviolable kick.

Gucci sweater draped over his shoulders, Gucci headband strapped over his clear forehead, and some black joggers hugged around his thighs. This was Taehyung's dressing style from which most of the females couldn't prevent themselves from gawking over the power that he, the richest boy in school, obtained.

"Psst.. Taehyung-ssi.." Jin called from behind him, they sat near each other in that specific classroom. His light brown hair dangled adjacent his diaphanous orbs. Their friendship has continued for years and if they were ever to fight, it was only over the most childish obscenities.

His voice began with an annoyed tone, "Yes, hyung?" Pencil tapping on the wooden desk.

"I asked the new boy to sit with us today, Jimin said he bets he'll get to him first. But with those small ass legs...?" Jin replied, his windshield laugh suddenly piercing everyone's earlobes.

"We'll see about that.."

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Jungkook walked through the hollow hallways of the school, eyes narrow with not even the smallest hint of sparks.

"Yah, newbie!" A voice startled from behind him, the other peered back hesitantly and brought his palm up as a salute.

"Hi..." his words trailed off.

"Didn't anyone tell you it's against the rules to wear earrings? It makes you look gayer than you already are." Taehyung growled, hands tucked inside his pockets while his figure approached the younger.

"I-I didn't—" not even that sentence he could finish.

"Take them off." Tae pressed his palm against the cold steel of Jungkook's locker, eyes glaring viciously into the boy's, probably attempting to enervate his soul.

"B-But you have earrings too.. there is no rule about the dress code." His fingers fiddle like two pugnacious reptiles.

"It's against my rules, so either u take them off or I take them off for you." As soon as the poor boy was about to undo the clippings, two other males arrived at the scene.

"Don't listen to him, Jungkook, he's always like this." Jimin exposed, a deadly glare adjusted perfectly to his eyes.

"I was only warning him, hyung." The other replied, yet his mendacious words were abstruse toward the other's comprehension. One of the people Taehyung detested the most was Jimin, not only did this boy look perfect with everything he had.. but he was content and satisfied with what he could afford.

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It was now about midnight, Taehyung brought the glass near his lips, hesitating to take a small sip of the liquor. Loud partying music busted into his ears as all the flustered male could afford to do was turn in the other direction. Jimin was there too, sitting across from Jungkook at the club's entry. Their smiles so bright it made Taehyung poke at his cheek with his tongue.

"Yoongi Hyung! Yoongi Hyung! Yoongi Hyung!" People cheered from a distance. Apparently, both Namjoon and Yoongi were having a competition on who could finish the glasses quicker. The mint haired boy snatched the last take and gulped it all to the end, his eyes shutting close as the acidulate substance controlled his state of mind.

"You look pretty lonely over here by yourself, should I buy you a drink maybe?" An anonymous person spoke from his left. Taehyung span in his velvet seat to face the human ignorant enough to have bothered him at the moment and realized it was Jungkook.

"Lonely?" Hate spilled from his tongue.

"I'm sorry, did I offend you by any chan—" he stopped talking once the older rolled his eyes.

"You know that very few people have ever dared to even call me 'bored' and you decided to just call me 'lonely'? Is your brain so non-existent that you actually think you're gonna' get away with it??" Taehyung spat as his fist slammed into the table. This was the kind of person he became when he couldn't control the desire he obtained for someone... someone such as Jungkook.

"I didn't mean to-to insult you! I swear!"

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Drops of blood dripped from the crook of his lips, his black hair tangled and sweaty above his lowered lids, and his arms bruised as well as parts of his torso. Jungkook's breath hitched, fists tightened yet he was incapable of defending himself against the attacks.

"There are consequences for all the dumb shit you do." Taehyung smirked. Both Kai and Jaebum released the younger before backing away slightly. Their heads turned to Tae's direction, waiting for him to pay them in cash for helping him beat up the boy. All Jungkook could afford to do was fall on his knees for support, hands clutching hard on the piles of brown dirt below his unsteady figure. "I.. I don't understand..." he gasped.

That was the exact set of words Taehyung couldn't seem to figure.. he couldn't understand his violent actions, nor the reasons he did what he did. Not even how although Jungkook looked pained, torn, and betrayed.. he was still beautiful beneath the older's gaze.

'I don't understand.'

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Omgggggg I FINALLY made a Vkook FF!!! I'm so happy with myself.

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