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(iii) ROOMATES✩

ONLY THE REAL ONES KNOW THE MEANING BEHIND THE SONG ABOVE ^

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As soon as they sat down, the expected happened. A giant passage of shit flowed from Mr Hoyon's mouth, making the two boys almost gag in disgust. Long passages were quoted from the bible, sentences were repeated until their ears were burning and the weight of their sins was discussed until the two boys were seconds away from bolting out of the door. It was the definition of verbal torture.

"Kim Taehyung. And Jeon Jungkook, being homosexual is a great sin many have committed, but our Lord is most-forgiving and is ready to help anyone, anytime. If you have gone astray, he will guide you back to the right path. No amount of sins if ever too much for him to clear." He looked at the two over the rim of his glasses after stating this sentence. He had said the same thing at least fifty times, but in different forms, and each time he acted like he said for the first. 

He acted like his words carried a ton of wisdom, but to the boys, it was like being forced to listen to a three-year-old give a speech on tractors. Yeah, not very fun. 

A few more pages of shit later, a man entered the room. He was a teacher at the school and was eyeing the two boys skeptically. He introduced himself as Mr Han (NOT FROM STRAY KIDS DON'T EVEN SUGGEST IT BYE) and took a seat on the other side of the room. The big cross draped across his chest was swinging back and forth in a dramatic manner, almost threatening to slip and fall.

"Sir, there's some complications going on right now."

"Like?"

"I was talking to the local priest about these two boys... He said keeping them with other boys can have a bad influence on them. I, too, must say I agree with him."

Mr Hoyon sighed."I saw it coming."

"There aren't any rooms available to keep them separate either. The dorms are packed sir."

Meanwhile, Jeon Jungkook was going through a severe panic attack. Him. And Taehyung. Together. In a room. No fucking way. That would be a disaster waiting to happen. He wanted to speak up and say something, but the tightness in his chest stopped him from doing so. 

"Shift Kim to Jeon's room, we'll see what we can do afterwards." 

Mr Han left the office, and the Taekook braced themselves for another shitload of 'inspiration'. Instead, Mr Hoyon pulled out two cross necklaces from his drawer and handed them to Jungkook. Jungkook fumbled around with them and finally managed to pass one to Taehyung, the electrical feeling they had when their fingers touched not going unnoticed. 

"A little blessing." He smiled like a bitch again before dismissing both of them. 

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Taehyung followed Jungkook through the building and across the courtyard to where the dorms were. He felt dominated by the others presence. Jungkook was at least a foot taller than him and the unbothered expression on his face coupled with the way his jaw was clenched to show the sharpness was scaring the fuck out of him. His sleeves were rolled up to show the veins that resided on his arms and he looked like he wasn't afraid to rip someone's head if they angered him. He felt intimidated but safer than he was than in Mr Hoyon's office. 

From what he had gathered, Jungkook was also supposed to be gay. He thought about it. 

Him. And this hot as fuck gay dude. In a dorm. Together. Nope. 

A disaster waiting to happen indeed.

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Upon entering the dorm, the heavy silence they had both anticipated to fall upon them never fell. Taehyung busied himself unpacking his things, which had been escorted already, in the bedroom (they had to share) and Jungkook pretended to read a book on the couch outside. Well, he was hoping to look mysterious and unbothered but on the inside he was pAnIcInG. 

He could not sleep in the same room as such a beautiful human being as Taehyung and trust himself to do something he might regret later, I repeat, He could not sleep in the same room as such a beautiful human being as Taehyung and trust himself to do something he might regret later. 

Time kept ticking by and Taehyung finally built up the courage to step outside of the bunk-bedded room. To his relief, Jungkook had fallen asleep on the couch. He tip toed (for no fucking reason) into the kitchen and made himself some coffee as he had had not an inkling of sleep the previous night and was one minute away from collapsing. Why? His sleeping time had been consumed by him crying. Crying because he wasn't accepted. 

He had came out to his best friend and he was 100% percent sure he would accept him. But Alas, he should've known better. His best friend cut ties with him and reported the matter to his parents. His parents had a reaction similar to Jungkook's. Except that they got physically abusive. Objects were hurled at him and he was even locked into a room for a night with no food or water for more than eighteen hours. 

One of Taehyung's hands absent-mindedly traveled to his back where a ton of bruises were located and rubbed them gently. He wondered if the other boy knew what being rejected felt like.

 As he was making his way out of the kitchen, he bumped into a flat surface. His sleep deprived mind thought he had walked into wall but no. It was Jungkook's chest. His heart leapt as he spilled the cup of coffee partially on Jungkook's shirt and partially on his trouser. He almost slipped and fell himself, but a strong pair of arms caught him before that could happen. A cute yelp passed his lips as the cup fell to the floor, disintegrating into tiny pieces. 

HOLYFUCKWHATWASWRONGWITHHIMWASHEOKAY?

Jungkook was quick to let go of his waist and quickly looked him over to make sure he wasn't hurt.

"Did any of the pieces go into-"

"Im really sorry Ididntmeantodothatiswear-" Taehyung's heartbeat was going feral. What the fuck just happened? Shit like that only happened in movies. Jungkook smiled a little before replying. 

"It's okay dude, I'll help you clean up."

It was safe to say Jeon Jungkook was the master of hiding his emotions and acting like a tough dude when in reality he was melting on the inside. 

Taehyung shook his head before rushing into the kitchen.

"I'll pick up the glass pieces myself, don't pick them up I'm going to change."

This conversation sounded like they had known each other for years.

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I got a little carried away with this chapter, it has 1,200+ words :')