AIN'T MY FAULT | taekook

Chapter 22

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Loneliness. For past three years it was the emotion he felt, lived his day with. Darkness was his companion, pulling him in the black hole of a place he was afraid to be. Afraid is quite a small word for it, he was terrified.

But a thing he have learnt was to not show it, a act. From childhood he was just acting a facade in front of the world, all judging eyes on him, only one pair of them looked inside his soul, understand the small boy crying holding his knees deep in his heart.

Someone might have felt sympathy, sadness, but the other did what he needed. Smiled and spread the light in the darkness, pulling him out by intertwining there fingers.

Jungkook thought the light was taken away from him so harshly, pushing him back in the hole, now with zero hope. He must be strong and intimidating outside, but inside it's just a broken toy that don't even wanna get fixed.

Jungkook slowly opened his eyes, feeling less tired after so many days, he again closed his eyes, the pillow felt extra soft, giving him warmth. Jungkook was not used to this, he jerked his eyes open, looking up to only came in front of the face he thought he never will see.

Suddenly the flashes of what happend before flashed through his minds, a sob building in his throat. After so long, so so long he get to sleep seeing this face and to woke up to it.

Jungkook wanted to cry again in the other's lap, just like a baby. Taehyung had his head rested on the headboard, fast asleep.
Jungkook know he is just looking like his love, it's not his Tae. He knew that the boy in front don't love him. But his heart don't listen. So fucked up.

Back few days he was tired, alone in the apartment, the boy only on his mind. Jungkook after so long slept this peaceful, contained. The sleeping boy looked so innocent, making Jungkook's inside curl, he wanted to get up and run, run away from the feeling he was experiencing.

But his eyes decived him, not even blinking, staring at the sleeping boy, who don't deserve it. Jungkook don't deserve him. But he can't help but feel that this boy is his, made for him. Only him.

He is back to you. Back for you.

Taehyung slowly opened his eyes, hand coming to rub them softly, he yawning looked down, shocked to see his teacher staring at him with glossy eyes. Taehyung gulped as he recalled the feeling of the other's skin under his lips, the intimate yet emotional moment they shared.

Both stared at each other for long, Jungkook slowly getting up, face close to Taehyung. Taehyung shivered at the other's back intense dark stare, hairs misbehaved. Jungkook was resting his weight on his left hand, other going back to Taehyung's nape.

Never breaking their eye contact, Taheyung himself stilled, stare going from Jungkook's lips to eyes. Jungkook slowly bought his lips to Taehyung's face, who closed his eyes, but surprised to feel soft lips kissing his forehead.

Jungkook pulled back, nose bought to the other's cheek, inhaling the frangerece of peaches. Taehyung soft breathing, mind fogged.

Taehyung opened his hodded eyes, staring up at the buff male, yesterday he was scared of this man, afraid to be alone in the same room with him, the one forcing him, and here he is feeling unfamiliar emotions towards the male.

What are you Mr. Jeon?

Jungkook forced himself to look away from the other, getting up from the bed. He looked around, the clock on the wall showing it's eight thirty, he looked around, there was dark outside, clearly night.