°•°•We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin•°•°
Six hot blooded teenagers and the bitchy, dom newbie with a rather perky butt.
what can possibly go wrong‚ right?
Well several things‚ if...
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"What's now, Jungkook?"
Taehyung's voice sounded rather softer than intended. As he simply slipped Jungkook's arms off his torso. Turning back and taking a few subconscious steps backwards, Taehyung settled on his legs, rather steady in contrary to the moments before.
"What's that you got to tell me anew?"
Jungkook's gaze never leaving the sand under their feet.
"It might sound like I'm trying to guilt trap you or maybe emotionally blackmailing you, but believe me I don't want any of that. I just want to be clear and honest for once in my life. To someone else, to me."
Taehyung blinked, trying to come as uninterested as possible. Though the sorrow that could be heard in his words had Taehyung restless.
"I had always acted so tough. In highschool I was that powerful topdog whom some admire from afar, some grimace in disgust. But no one pities. No one feels sympathy for that person.
My parents loved me very much. But they were oblivious to great many things, you might consider them as money bank. No, I am not blaming it all on someone else now. It's not justifying. I'm just trying to come clean to myself for once,-"
"Jungkook, I really don't understand."
"-be true self for once.
I would always act like I don't care. 'don't give two fucks' that was what I would always say to myself. I would always wear that damn mask and face the world.
I always thought I liked how you reacted when I provoked you. I always thought that I used to get restless when you wasn't present that day for I'd not be able to irritate you that day. But no, that wasn't what was there to see. That was what I wanted to see.
I used to get upset those days, because I missed you. I liked to provoke you- it might sound childish- because I would like your attention."
Taehyung looked at him bewildered as he kept talking,
"I didn't notice when was the time I couldn't see the fine line between my real me and the fake me I used to showcase for the world anymore. I seemed to drown in the abyss of that fake and lost myself. I was immature, immature and something to be frowned upon, Taehyung.
I gotta say, that night, the bet thing was true.-"
Taehyung's hands clutched the side of his trousers in his fists, as he took longer than usual intakes of breath, almost swallowing oxygen like he was starving.
"-but I didn't regret you. I never did. For the sake of the truth, it wasn't even for the bet."
Taehyung's accusing eyes stung as he replied, "But you yourself said you regretted everything. Don't li-"
