Taehyung’s POV:
I woke with the familiar weight of arms around me. Looking up, I saw Jungkook, asleep, his face peaceful.
He was so handsome.
Just a day, and already… I felt something profound. A warmth that settled deep.
I tried to ease away from him, but his grip tightened. He was waking now, too.
His eyes opened, meeting mine. A smile spread across his face, pulling me closer.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a rich, husky rumble.
My cheeks flushed crimson.
“Good morning, Kookie.”
He pressed a soft kiss to my lips, his gaze locking with mine. And then, the realization hit me…
“Oh, gosh, school!”
I pushed myself out of his hold, scrambling to sit up. A sharp pain shot through my lower back, and I fell back onto the bed, groaning.
“It’s already ten, Tae,” Jungkook chuckled, watching me.
Well, I guess school was off the table.
I sat up, wincing. “Easy, baby. Did I go too hard on you last night?”
“N-no, I’m f-fine,” I stammered, trying to sound casual.
I limped towards the bathroom, grabbing an extra toothbrush from Jungkook’s supply and quickly rinsing my mouth before turning to the mirror. I quickly bathed myself.
When I emerged, I realized I had nothing to wear. I poked my head back into the bedroom.
“Erm… do you perhaps have any clothes I could wear?”
I heard him stir, then saw him climb out of bed, rummaging in a drawer. He walked toward the bathroom door, and I saw him – still naked. Heat flushed my cheeks.
He handed me clothes, looking tired, and headed back to bed.
I tried on the clothes, finding everything far too big. A sweatshirt hung to mid-thigh, the boxers loose on my waist.
I walked back into the bedroom, finding Jungkook already asleep again.
What a sleepyhead.
I headed downstairs to the kitchen. It was beautiful, expansive, and felt so very different from my own small home.
I started mixing batter for blueberry pancakes. A warmth settled around me, and then I felt arms wrap around my waist from behind. I knew instantly it was Jungkook.
“It smells good, Tae,” he said, sniffing the batter.
I glanced at him, blushing to see him only in sweatpants. He turned me around, and our lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss.
“Yah! Now go wait for your food,” I scolded playfully, a smile tugging at my lips.
“Okay, okay,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender.
I finished cooking the pancakes and served them up.
After we finished eating, I remembered. I hadn’t gone home yesterday.
“Jungkook, I need to go home, right now.”
I saw a flicker of disappointment cross his face.
“Okay, let’s go.”
He handed me a pair of pants that fit better, and we headed out.
Soon, we were in front of my small house. It was time to leave.
We spent five minutes in the car, making out in front of my house.
“Jungkook, I need to go now,” I said, between kisses.
He broke the kiss, and pouted slightly.
“Okay, Tae. I’ll see you later.”
I kissed his lips again.
“Bye, Kookie.”
I ran out of the car, toward my house.
As I neared, I heard my parents screaming again.
Back to reality.
I ran inside, trying to avoid being caught, but failed.
“KIM TAEHYUNG, GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!” my father roared.
I quickly walked into the tiny kitchen where they were fighting. They turned to me, their faces furious.
“WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU YESTERDAY?!” my father barked.
“Uhh… I went to a friend’s house… to work on a project,” I stammered.
“OH SO WAS YOUR FRIEND THE GUY YOU WERE KISSING BEFORE YOU WALKED INSIDE?”
My mouth went dry. I couldn’t speak.
My father walked up to me and pulled down my shirt collar.
I looked desperately at my mother, who just watched silently.
My father gasped, seeing the hickeys Jungkook had left on my neck and chest.
“I AM NOT GOING TO HAVE A SON THAT IS A FAG.”
Something snapped inside me. Years of bottled-up anger surged to the surface.
“WHY DO YOU FUCKING CARE NOW, HUH?! AFTER ALL THOSE FUCKING YEARS OF YOU GUYS IGNORING ME WHEN I NEEDED YOU THE MOST!!!! NOW YOU CARE WHEN I’M FINALLY FUCKING HAPPY!!! YOU KNOW WHAT, FUCK YOU—”
A loud slap echoed through the room.
A tear rolled down my cheek as I looked at my father in disbelief. I glanced at my mother, whose own tears were streaming down her face.
“T-tae—”
“Save it,” I interrupted, my voice raw.
I ran up to my room, locked the door, and started packing my belongings.
When I finished, I gathered everything and climbed out of my window.
I walked the streets, tears streaming down my face, wondering where I could go.