Feared Love | Taekook

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"Thank you so much that you're willing to meet my parents already. It means a lot to me." Blaine intertwined her fingers with Taehyung's. "It's... It's okay, I mean, it's just your parents-" Blaine looked over at Taehyung with concerned eyes, laying her hand on top of his forehead. "Are you okay? You don't seem well. We can reschedule if you want to-"

"No no..." Taehyung lifted Blaine's hand off his forehead and held her hand in his owns. "I assure you that I'm fine."

"Okay well, here goes nothing then." Blaine gave Taehyung one last reassuring smile before pulling the keys out of her bag, unlocking the door and stepping inside. Taehyung looked around, the house was massive. He knew Blaine was upperclass because of the way she dressed but this..."Mother, Father! I'm home!" The sound of heels hitting against the stone floor filled the halls before a classy looking woman poked her head inside. "Oh my dear, you're finally visiting again." The older woman looked at Taehyung, scanning him up and down. He had decided to wear one of his fanciest tan suits, his curls tucked away under his beret and round glasses propped up on his nose.  "Mother, this is Taehyung Kim, he's my boyfriend." Blaine smiled up at Taehyung, who awkwardly returned one. "Nice to meet you." Taehyung offered Blaine's mother a kind smile.

"...So instead of the lovely gentleman we chose for you... You decide on this?"

"Mother... Taehyung is definitely a gentleman. He has been treating me amazing and is very respectful." Blaine's mother looked over at Taehyung once again. "Hi... I'm Clara Novak-Jones. Blaine's mother." She stuck her hand out to Taehyung who accepted it with a smile. She clicked her tongue before looking at the couple again. "Follow me."

They followed her towards the dining room where a man with a giant aura was already sitting at the table. "Hello father." Blaine greeted, making the man look up. "Oh- So this is the man you've been talking about?" Like his wife, he scanned Taehyung up and down. "He is." The man stook his hand out to Taehyung who once again accepted it, however this time he opted for a firmer handshake. "I'm Jakub Novak."

"Taehyung Kim, nice to meet you sir." The man retracted his hand, beckoning everyone to go sit. "So... Taehyung." Mr. Novak said, absolutely butchering his name. "What do you do in life?"

"I'm an art history teacher at a private school."

"Mother, Father, you know how much I love art, he knows so much about it, it's truly interesting to hear him talk about it. We even met at a museum where he took me around and told me stories about my favorite works there." It was obvious to Taehyung that Blaine tried gloating him up as much as she could. Her parents are probably not very approving of such commoner job. Blaine's parents exchanged glances before looking over at their daughter.

"Blaine, dear, why did you chose him if there are so many nice... white men out there." ....Racist, nice. This was going to be much harder than Taehyung anticipated. "Father. I care about the man, not the color of the skin." She said, intertwining her hand with Taehyung's.

"Are your parents well off Taehyung?" Mrs. Novak asked, Taehyung pressed his lips in a tight line. An awkward chuckle escaping his mouth. "My parents died awhile ago."

"Oh, my condolences...

"It's... It's fine. I've mourned enough."

-

"You look defeated." Namjoon said once he saw Taehyung sit at his desk early in the morning, just staring in front of him. "...Blaine's parents aren't very welcoming"

"...Did she break up with you?"

"No." Namjoon sighed silently punching the wall. "...I'm not blind Namjoon, I know you don't like what I'm doing."

"As your friend, I find it irresponsible, both towards yourself and towards that girl. You're going to end up breaking her heart."

"She won't find out Namjoon. Seriously, shut your mouth about it." Namjoon rolled his eyes. "Right, well, tell me when you have your sanity back." Namjoon turned on his heel and walked away from the classroom.

"I am sane!" Taehyung yelled after him. Another figure turned the corner, an amused smile on his face. "You sounded very INsane screaming that."

"Jeon, shut up."

"Oh come on, You've called me Jungkook before, why are we going back to Jeon?" Jungkook took a step inside of the classroom, closing the door behind him. "You want to talk about that trip again? Because we need to make sure it's educati-"

"No." Jungkook interrupted him, taking a stand in front of the older's desk. "Oh- then what are you here for?" Jungkook remained silent, walking around the desk towards Taehyung. His dress shoes making a clicking noise by every step he took before he leaned down to Taehyung's eye level. "You." He whispered in Taehyung's ear, creeping the man out. "W-what do you m-mean me?" Jungkook softly smirked, gently holding Taehyung's chin with his thumb and indexfinger. "I'm pretty sure you know what I mean."

Taehyung looked up at Jungkook standing over him, his normally kind sparkling big eyes had darkened. "Such a shame I can't make you mine." Taehyung gulped, breaking eye contact with Jungkook. "...Or perhaps I can..." An amused smirk found it's way on Jungkook's face before he leaned in and connected their lips. Taehyung quietly gasped before Jungkook tangled his fingers in his curls and took a seat on his lap. The younger man slipped his tongue in. Taehyung swore that his heart was about to beat through his chest. Jungkook leaned back, getting rid of Taehyung's scarf before softly biting in his neck. "J-Jungkook." Jungkook kissed his Adams apple before looking up. "Yes, baby?"

"W-we can't-" Jungkook put his finger up to Taehyung's lips, shushing the man. "Nobody has to know."