𝐇₂𝐇𝐎𝐄 | ᴛᴀᴇᴋᴏᴏᴋ (discontinued)

♘ chapter 4 ♘

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"you live alone?" jungkook asked as he entered taehyung's house and took off his shoes. he then took off his jacket and threw it at taehyung. taehyung stumbled and cursed under his breath as he hung the jacket up onto the hanger.

"not really. my parents are constantly travelling around the world for work, so I don't get to see them that often. they left today morning to france." taehyung explained and followed jungkook who had already entered the living room.

"wow you must be rich... and probably traveled all over the world. lucky." jungkook scoffed.

"no." taehyung said. "we're just a little above average and like I said before, my parents travel for work, not me. I have to stay and study..."

"damn, if I were you I would've thrown parties at the house every day." jungkook chuckled. "you're so lucky to be free to do whatever and yet you choose to study. nerd."

"my mom always checks up on me and my grades. they're important." taehyung led jungkook upstairs into his bedroom.

"god, you're boring." jungkook rolled his eyes at the sight of taehyung's room. it was very plain and simple, with dark blue walls and a white bed, everything was so clean, it looked as if the room has never been used, and nobody ever lived there.
"no posters, no trophies of any kind, diplomas and shit... are you sure you live here?"

"the diplomas and shit are kept in a different room." taehyung exhaled and started getting out books and notes.

"eww." jungkook grabbed a chair and flopped on it, watching taehyung take out his utensils. he reached for his bag and took out a piece of paper he found in his locker and half of a pencil he stole from some fifth grader.

"that's my chair–"

"my lap is a great place to sit on." jungkook winked and taehyung looked away not knowing how to react to that.

is he straight or something? jungkook thought. no he can't be. he literally asked hoseok to fuck him... then why was there no response to what I said?

taehyung came into the room after a while with a second chair and placed it next to jungkook. jungkook scooted closer.
for a moment taehyung stopped and thought to himself, why was he even doing this? more importantly, why was jungkook doing this? taehyung would never believe if he said he decided to start studying by himself.

"why do you need this? something happened?" taehyung asked as he opened the chemistry book.

"joonie is just being a little dramatic." jungkook proclaimed. "I'll pretend I'm doing something to improve and then he'll just forget about it."

"that's... that's not a good thing to do."

"do I look like I care?"

"I mean, if you truly loved namjoon, maybe you would–"

"listen up, dweeb." jungkook grabbed taehyung's collar. "this is my life, and my decisions. I didn't come here to get a lecture from you. so shut up and do what you're supposed to do if you don't want that recording to spread around the school and eventually get to your parents."

taehyung lowered his head adjusted his collar.
"s-so uh... traditionally, chemistry has been broken into five main subdisciplines: organic, analytical, physical, inorganic and biochemistry... will you be writing this down somewhere?"

"yeah I brought this." jungkook showed taehyung the pencil and the piece of paper.

"did you steal this from a fifth grader?"

"how did you–"

"here." taehyung got out a notebook and a couple of pencils. jungkook wondered how taehyung managed to remain being so nice to jungkook after everything.

they spent a couple of hours on some of the most important subjects, neither knew what time it was, but it was getting dark already. jungkook got numerous warnings from tae, telling him to get off the phone and focus. taehyung was really annoyed with jungkook since he was wasting the elder's time.
he could've done so many things like reading a book, studying for exams or cleaning the house, but instead he spent it on the school's hoe.
jungkook didn't seem like somebody too bad to taehyung, that was until he got to spend some time with him. jungkook was horrible and annoying as hell, what did namjoon even find in him?

"do you have food? I'm hungry." jungkook stood up from the table and rushed downstairs to find the kitchen.

"rude much?" taehyung said to himself and followed jungkook.
"listen, why are you acting like we're best friends? you could've been more polite."

"because I'm blackmailing you." jungkook grabbed an apple from the kitchen counter and went into the living room, taking a seat on the soft couch and turning on the tv.
"can you make some food? I'm too lazy to order."

"why can't you go home and ask your mom for food?" taehyung questioned.

"I don't have parents." he replied quietly.

"oh, shit. I'm sorry, but– where do you live then?" tae asked, genuinely curious.

"it's fine, they were shitty parents, I ran away from them." jungkook explained. "and now I live with joonie. anyways, noodles would be fine."

taehyung wanted to find out more, but he understood that jungkook was probably not too comfortable speaking about it, so he stayed quiet.
as tae opened the fridge and bent down to get the vegetables from the lowest shelf, he felt an arm grab one of his butt cheeks.

"yah! what the hell are you doing jeon jungkook!?" he yelled and slapped the younger's hand away.

"damn, chill, bookworm, you just have an excessively nice ass, you know?" jungkook chuckled. "it's difficult to stare at it and not give into the temptation of touching it."

"you're making me uncomfortable." taehyung mumbled.

"liar." jungkook took a seat at one of the kitchen chairs and prepped his head up with both of his arms.

"what are you gonna do? watch me cook?" taehyung scoffed.

"what else am I supposed to do? watch the news? or the dolphin documentary?" jungkook arched a brow. "your tv channels are even more boring than your plain-ass room."

"the dolphin documentary isn't bad..." taehyung muttered as he stirred the noodles. "did you know they're just as intelligent as humans? I mean... not in your case but–"

"literally shut up before I shove that spatula down your esophagus." jungkook spat out and dropped his head onto the table, covering it with his hands.

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