Homophobic High - VKOOK FF

Chapter 34

Fate is a messed up thing.

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Taehyung wakes up in a familiar setting. His old dorm room. He looks around, slightly in a daze as he observes the features of the room. It pretty much looks the same since he left except his side is empty. Taehyung sits up on the soft bed and pulls the warm blankets closer to his body.

It's then he notices just where he is sleeping. That familiar minty musk that lingers in the white linen sheets is a big give away. He is sleeping on Jungkook's bed. He looks around confusedly, realising that the boy is nowhere in sight but then his eyes stop on a sleeping bag that is draped across the floor.

He briefly remembers the events of last night but it's all a big blur in his head. Like drunk memories of a sober experience. He remembers crying in Jungkook's arms for what felt like hours and then finally passing out from exhaustion. He obviously doesn't remember anything that happened after that but he connects the dots and figures that Jungkook probably brought him here after the incident. But despite this, the boy is nowhere in sight.

Taehyung brushes it aside and pushes himself off the bed but then his eyes catch sight of something on the boy's bedside table. He frowns and walks up to it to take a closer look. The plate of pancakes stare up at him meekly; They look rather sad, honestly. They are floppy and slightly charred on the edges and has been dozed with copious amounts of maple syrup as if to hide all its flaws. Taehyung notices the small note written in messy handwriting next to it and picks it up to read.

Hey, hope you had a good sleep! I made you breakfast but it's kind of a flop. (You can cut off the burned parts if that makes it any better) -Jungkook

Taehyung looks down at the meal once again and sighs, feeling sad. He hates how his heart still flutters at this. He hates how it makes him feel special. He hates how it makes him feel like Jungkook still cares. But he knows that he doesn't. Jungkook doesn't care; He never did.

He still struggles to understand why he saved him yesterday. He could still see Jungkook's shocked expression, mixed with sadness and guilt as he held him between his trembling arms. He didn't understand it then and he doesn't understand it now. Why did Jungkook save him?

Maybe a few weeks ago, back when Taehyung was living in the bliss of ignorance, he would have oh-so-naively thought that it was because Jungkook loved him too. But after being so heavily exposed to the darkness of the world he finds it hard to make light of things. Jungkook doesn't love him. Maybe he does feel a little guilt from his actions, a little remorse, a sense of pity; But love is definitely not in the picture. For Jungkook, it never was and frankly, never will be.

Taehyung had come to realise that that was just who he is. He always did these warm little things that would make his heart flutter but he failed to realise back then that his actions held no meaning.

Taehyung stares at the plate of pancakes, his hand slowly crumpling the note. Jungkook's actions aren't meant to express his love; Rather, they're all just friendly gestures. Gestures that are deceivingly sweet. But that's all it is. Sweet. A candy that would give you cavities if you indulged in it too much.

And Taehyung had in fact indulged in it too much. He was left with cavities; Cavities in his heart. But it was his fault for falling so pathetically towards that saccharine temptation. He should have known from the start.

He takes one final glance at the plate of pancakes before he leaves the room; leaving the meal completely untouched.

Because he may not have known at the start but at least he knows now.

He would be a fool if he falls for it twice.

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Seeing a stranger almost take their life is one thing.