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take a break comfort drabble ♡

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"it's okay," jungkook whispers his words into taehyung's hair. "i promise. it's okay to take a break."

taehyung tiredly mumbles, "but the exam is in a few days and—"

jungkook sucks in a trembling breath. "baby, please. please take a break. everything will be okay."

the world is quiet outside. exam season means no parties. it means stress added upon stress, and stress can be the difference between grades slipping or climbing up another step.

it means late-night study sessions and surviving on 3-minute ramen until the highlighters run out, because then, they'd have to go to the convenience store. jungkook is always the first to volunteer to buy more; study necessities are very important to him.

sometimes, he comes back with frozen pizzas or sushi. but neither of them have time or money to eat out during finals.

but if jungkook takes his studies seriously — aims for nothing less than a B+, then taehyung throws his whole life into it.

A after A lines his grades in bold red ink, and jungkook is always so unbelievably proud of him, but taehyung... he's never pleased enough.

it makes him a machine during exams. studying for hours on end with no breaks, eating the pizzas frozen because heating them up for 15 minutes is too long.

falling asleep on his papers, studying 2 subjects at a time, nose always buried in some textbook.

it's worrying, this constant cycle of diving headfirst into studying relentlessly. then, the aftermath —burn-outs, hair falling out from stress, weight fluctuating because of unhealthy eating habits.

it becomes too much. always too much, and it breaks jungkook's heart everytime.

"jungkook, i'll be fine." sitting on the couch, curled up on jungkook's lap with his papers strewn about around them, taehyung continues, "i need to revise a bit more, then i'll sleep. i think."

"taehyung, you literally collapsed."

"just didn't have enough water. 'm okay."

"no, you're not," jungkook whispers. "you're not, baby."

it all happened 20 minutes ago. jungkook woke up to an empty bed, taehyung's side cold and untouched.

he'd gone to the kitchen for a glass of water, all the while missing the warmth of his cuddle bear.

as if on cue, taehyung stumbled in after him.

"hey, babe," taehyung said.

jungkook stared. taehyung was here, why wasn't he in bed? "tae?"

"how was your day?"

"tae, why aren't you asleep?"

"i'll come to bed later."

"tae, baby. you need sleep."

taehyung smiled, dark circles under his eyes. "i'm not tired, trust me."

then, out of nowhere, taehyung's legs buckled. like a marionette being cut from the strings, taehyung fell to the floor, and jungkook nearly lost his damn mind.

he picked his cuddle bear up and brought them over to the couch.

shoved all the papers and textbooks off, collapsed onto it with his mind spinning, heart hammering in his chest, and laid taehyung carefully over his lap.

then, jungkook held taehyung tightly until he woke up.

but upon waking, all taehyung did was yawn sleepily and thank jungkook.

then, he tried to go back to studying.

studying. as if he hadn't just collapsed on their kitchen floor at 3AM.

jungkook is scared out of his mind. he's scared and worried, and he holds taehyung tighter.

"you can keep revising after some sleep, babe. you've been studying non-stop this week."

"jungkook—"

"and you're not fine. i can see it. you're tired. baby, your mind is so tired." he leans his head on taehyung's shoulder, eyes closing tiredly. "why do you keep doing this?"

taehyung turns to him. jungkook looks up, meets his eyes. more prominent now are taehyung's dark circles, the sharper contour of his face.

the smile he gives jungkook is bright — so fucking bright and it touches jungkook's heart like a flood of sunshine, but it's tired. dimming.

"hey, i just need to get 90+ on this exam. then i'll take a break."

"you'll be studying for the exam after."

"but there'll be a small break in between."

"taehyung, you're literally falling apart in front of me. how do you not see that?"

taehyung sighs. "baby. i'm not tired."

stubborn. taehyung is so stubborn.

jungkook gaws on his bottom lip before saying, "taehyung, i want to say a few things. you can choose to listen or not. but, i think it needs to be said because i love you. i love you so fucking much, it hurts to see you like this."

taehyung stills. "...okay."

"you're not okay. taehyung, baby, i don't think you're okay. you might feel fine — whatever that feels like to you, but you literally just collapsed in our kitchen and i'm scared out of my fucking mind."

taehyung's eyes widen.

jungkook continues. "this past week, i have barely seen you get food except when i bring it to you and stay there until you eat it. the water bottle in your room is always full. you pull all-nighters to keep studying and nap for 30 minutes in the day."

taehyung nods slowly. because it's true.

it's all true, and jungkook has been watching it happen before his eyes, heart breaking piece by piece everytime taehyung stumbles to the couch for a nap or forgets to eat.

"the world will keep spinning if you take a break. i promise it'll be okay, baby. your body is precious, your mind hasn't stopped working in days. you need to look after yourself."

jungkook runs a hand through taehyung's hair. taehyung closes his eyes and leans into the touch.

"sometimes, i think about it all, how small we really are in this world. one test mark isn't worth the price of your mental health. baby, nothing is. for you, nothing should come first except yourself."

"but what if my academics is tied to my mental health?"

"then one thing needs to change — your standards for your academics, or your standards for your mental health. would you rather get high grades and break your mind to pieces, or lower grades but at least you can smile through it all?"

taehyung hesitates.

"for me," jungkook continues, "i would rather you fail every course with a big smile on your face. fail every damn thing and laugh about it. fail it all, but at least you got to enjoy life. because you can re-take courses, but you can't take back moments in life."

taehyung sighs and leans back into him, back against jungkook's chest. he lowers his papers to his lap.

"i just— i stress so much about the future. about what'll happen if i have to re-take the course, or the exam. that costs money. i don't— not everyone has that kind of money."

"then do well enough that you don't have to re-take it."

taehyung huffs out a tired laugh. "you're confusing me here, babe."

"when i said i'd rather you fail, i didn't mean i think you should aim to fail," jungkook says, "just that if your ultimatum is between failing an exam or failing to protect your own mental health, i'd rather you fail the exam. but i still want to see you succeed and thrive and feel so damn proud of your marks. study, pass, but don't give up yourself for it. i just want to see you happy."

"how? how can i do that?"

"boundaries, baby," jungkook murmurs, "study hard and study well, but set boundaries to it. 30 minute blocks of study, then a break. snacks while studying. water. have days where you don't study in the week. go easier on yourself. please, be gentle to yourself."

taehyung leans his head back on jungkook's shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. "how do you know so much about this?"

"you. i look at you and i think, i want him to be happy," jungkook says. "and... i may have done a little research."

"research?"

"yeah. study tips."

taehyung smiles. "you're cute. you researched this just for me?"

"well, yeah. i wanted to fight for my case, i needed evidence, your honour."

"and do you think you've managed to convince me?"

"i think that's for you to decide, isn't it? what's the verdict?"

"the verdict is..." taehyung opens his eyes, gaze bleary as he looks at jungkook. "i'm tired. i think... i think i want to go to sleep."

"okay." jungkook smiles, presses a kiss to his cheek. "that's it, baby. i just— i just want to do one more thing."

"hm?"

"close your eyes again, please," jungkook says. when taehyung does so, he continues, "count down from 30 when i say so, and i'll tell you a few things to remember when you find yourself falling back into this self-destructive slump. okay?"

"'mkay, koo."

"start counting... now." jungkook leans his forehead on taehyung's shoulder, closing his eyes. "you're fucking brilliant. so beautiful, inside and out, and you don't need exams and grades to reflect that. you're more than those numbers. more than rankings in a system."

taehyung's breath stutters. jungkook forges on.

"every result you get on an exam, i'll be so proud of. i'll shout it from the tallest rooftops and kiss you so goddamn silly, even if there's a fail stamped across the whole thing in bright red, 'cause you tried your best."

taehyung mouths the numbers. 18, 17, 16.

"the important thing is that you try your best. that's more than enough. you try your best in exams and all of that, sure. but try your best to take care of yourself, that's more important. you're more important. i cherish you so much."

jungkook leaves a kiss on taehyung's shoulder.

"and if you're disappointed in your results, you find yourself hating it, just know that i'll love you hard enough to make the world shake. bad results aren't the be all, end all. you can pick your grades back up in the next task. it's okay to be disappointed in results. that's normal. that will happen. but you know the way to get through that? have a strong enough mindset and coping mechanism to do so, and, cuddle bear, you can't do that with a tired, struggling mind."

taehyung counts down the last seconds under his breath.

"and in the times that you're proud of your score, i'll be so goddamn happy for you. happy /with/ you. i'll kiss you all over. i'll pick you up, spin you around, and the world won't seem so bad."

3, 2...

"just know that whatever happens, it's okay to take a break. okay to breathe, okay to fail. you're important."

"i love you with all the love my heart can hold, and you're so important to me, my cuddle bear. my taehyungie."

the first tear drops from taehyung's eye.

jungkook kisses it away. "when you find yourself falling back into this pattern, just remember that, 'kay?"

"okay," taehyung whispers shakily. "i'll remember."

"good." jungkook holds him tighter. his heart feels lighter. "i'm glad."

"jungkook..."

"hm?"

taehyung's voice is tentative and soft, bursting at the seams with fondness when he whispers, "want to go to sleep now?"

there are papers strewn all about them. some half-filled, unanswered equations, a textbook with pages marked all over. taehyung isn't done studying, but he wants to sleep.

he wants to take a break.

finally. finally, he's ready to take a break. a rest.

taehyung finds jungkook's hand curled around his waist and holds it, locking their fingers together.

jungkook feels something lodge in his throat. his voice comes out raw, rough at the edges when he whispers, "yeah, baby. let's go to sleep."

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[a/n: here's a little drabble from me to start off the year. it's inspired by me and my own silly study habits, and i wrote it to remind myself of how to take care of myself when university gets hard.

but i also know that a lot of you beautiful people on here struggle when exams come around. so, this is a reminder to you, too — take breaks. it'll be okay, i promise. and if you get bad marks, that's okay, too. the world will keep spinning, and you can keep going. you can keep fighting :]

please remember this when exam season gets hard 💕

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tkvkfanfics · 4 months

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ↝ Taehyung was painfully aware of the truth; life was never free. Every decision he made had a consequence, and it seemed clear what price he would have to pay if someone got to know about the true character of his and Jungkook's relationship. However, he had come this far and there was no turning back or throwing it away. Sadly, he wasn't too brave either.

↝ Taehyung's and Jungkook's relationship right under the nose of obviousness.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ ↝ taekook, idol⥏ taehyung x idol⥏ jungkook ↝ idol⥏ taehyung x original male character ↝ straight namjoon ↝ namjin, idol⥏ namjoon x idol⥏ seokjin ↝ idol⥏ seokjin x original male character

ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ⥏ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ↝ mature 18+ ↝ angst, homophobia, explicit sexual content, self-realisation

ᴛᴀɢꜱ ⥏ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ↝ secret relationship, slow-burn, awkward first times, awkward romance, complicated friendships, taehyung forgets he should play a detective, ↝ idolsAU, BTS 2016

ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ

ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ

ᴊᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ 2016

Taehyung wasn't sure for how long he was eyeing the opposite wall while his hands, raised in front of his face, were marking the abstract shadows on the white paint spread in multiple layers over the imperfections under it. As the last rays shone in through the setting sun, the paint appeared to glow in shades of orange and red. He opened up his palm, stretching his fingers so wide that the dry skin around his knuckles, red from the cold, harsh weather, threatened to break, and closed them right away, watching how the thin string of a spider web drew patterns on the back of his hand, reaching past his sleeve and ending in the bending where his forearm met his elbow.

If Taehyung had to list the pros and cons, how strictly professional had Namjoon named them, about their new place with the same set of doors and the colour of their sofa matching the kitchen counters, he would copy Hoseok’s enthusiasm seeping through his big bold letters on the plain paper and drag his pen above the faint lines, writing the word ‘bigger’ right at the begging of the first column. But as soon as everyone would nod, peeking in between his fingers, and looked away, too busy with their own lists and minds, he would place the sharp tip of his pen until the ink wouldn’t leak through, and write, ‘but I liked the small cosy more’.

Taehyung took a deep breath in, filling his nose with the smell of novelty coming from the plastic bags stuck with an easy-to-tear tape to the furniture pilling behind the door of his shared room with Namjoon and reached out his hand even more, until the sleeve of his pyjama top wasn’t brushing over his wrist, showing off his favourite bracelets. If he did the same while surrounded by the paper boxes instead of shelves and cabinets, and pillows instead of chairs, in his old room with two bunk beds, the tips of his fingers would brush past the wood planks over Jimin’s old bed and if he stretched out his legs, snapping the bubbles in his knees, his toes would touch the blankets hanging off the mattress. Taehyung felt an indescribable feeling jerking his legs and arms while he was counting the distance between his and Namjoon’s empty bed.

"At least fifteen Mario figures," thought Taehyung as he ran his eyes over the red shine of the hat the plastic man in blue overall was wearing, while kissing the floor, lying by the leg of the wardrobe that was rattling every time someone in the apartment above decided to run instead of walking. He had never thought the distance of furniture could make him feel so lonely.

The unexpected knock cleared the wrinkle of concentration pulling Taehyung’s eyebrows together in a frown and he turned his head, squinting at the gleam dusting of the night under the gap of his closed door. He let his hand fall, hitting his side before bouncing on the mattress. Taehyung grasped the bed sheets, scratching at the soft fabric with his nails, as if they could send strength to his tired muscles and sighed when his bare soles came into contact with the coldness of the floor.

Another soft knock resonated through the room, pulling a huff out of Taehyung’s mouth before a quiet, but loud enough, travelling on the waves of streaming air, “Hyung?” fell on his ears.

Taehyung was standing at the other side of the wood, blinking at the shadow pushing from the hallways and almost touching his toes, while he stared at his arm, pleading it to lift up and set on the handle under his eyes.

“Are you sleeping?” came a muffled voice and once Taehyung’s sleepy mind recognised its familiarity trying to wave away the fog from his awareness, a lazy smile raised up his cheeks, melting the confusion away.

He pushed open the door, jerking in an alert at the loud creaking jumping from the empty hallways and blending with the swoosh of air that tickled his toes. Taehyung’s eyes fell on the figure preventing him from seeing how the opposite walls kept trembling from the powerful snores escaping from the Seokjin’s room.

Jungkook’s socked feet were stomping a step away from the threshold, blowing away the crumbled up polystyrene, rolling from the boxes full of fragile glass, with every thump of his heels, while his knees were shaking, despite the blanket thrown over his shoulders reaching up to his mid tights. Jungkook pulled the edges of the thin fabric closer together as soon as the draught hit him, they were now touching under his chin and stretching over his back while showing the hard bumps of muscles under the smooth surface.

“Hey,’ Jungkook whispered, ‘Can I go in?” he sniffled and looked at Taehyung’s room wrapped in dark.

Taehyung, pouting at the red tint of Jungkook’s scrunching nose, stepped away and pulled the boy inside, covering him in the familiar night ruling over the safety of his asylum, before closing the door behind them.

As soon as the click of the lock drew a smile on Jungkook’s lips, Taehyung pushed him towards his empty bed until the back of his knees didn’t hit his mattress, prompting him to lose his balance and fall between his messy sheets. A soft laugh resonated in the background of the sharp breath as the air stuck within the confines of Jungkook’s lungs, but before it could reach its full potential and scare the spiders undisturbedly spinning their webs, Taehyung plopped down over his body and trapped the sound inside his own throat as his lips moved against Jungkook’s in a shy peck. He could feel Jungkook’s raising chest under his and the quivering of his abdomen muscles as another laugh pushed past his teeth, slamming against Taehyung’s mouth. Soon, both of them were biting on their lips to restrain their giggles from escaping and waking up the other members sleeping in their rooms.

“Kook,’ Taehyung hid his face in the juncture of Jungkook’s shoulder, kissing the point where the joyful rhythm of his life was pulsating erratically against his cheek, ‘you really need to stop showing up in the middle of the night like this,’ he sighed and hoisted up on palms placed on either side of Jungkook’s body, searching for the maknae’s eyes, ‘You're going to get us caught one day. And you know, the price we pay may be too high.”

“But it's the thrill of it, hyung,’ grinned Jungkook, seemingly unfazed, ‘Besides,’ Taehyung could more feel than hear a hand rising on the side of his body, struggling to keep straight, supported only by his weak arms on the wiggly mattress, ‘being with you is worth it.” Something cold touched the sliver of Taehyung’s skin peeking between his pyjama collar and hair tickled his nape. The shiver didn’t even have time to run down his spine, when that something freezing pressed on his neck and his arms gave up under him. Taehyung fell on Jungkook’s chest, knocking his nose against the sharp bone of his chin.

“Almost,” joked Jungkook and the hot air blew on his exposed forehead. Then two strong arms encircled his waist and lifted him up until their lips didn’t meet once again in the dance they were no longer shy to perform.

Taehyung hummed into the kiss, enjoying the warm feeling spreading in his chest, contrasting with the cold fingers boring into his cheeks, reminding him that their inner peace didn’t walk hand in hand with their bodies subconsciously reacting to the low temperatures portraying the pillows and blanket in a welcoming light.

“You are unfair,” it wasn’t clear if the whine was meant to support his words or if the noise chortling in his throat was a reaction to the lack of hot slicked lips forcing his own to part.

“But you like it. Don’t gimme that look,’ uttered Jungkook, ‘I will leave before Namjoon hyung comes,” he said and stole one last kiss, its wetness squelched not only in Taehyung’s ears but also made him pull away and bring the back of his hand to wipe the saliva dripping down his chin while the hit on Jungkook’s shoulder followed the disgusted grimace pulling the corners of his mouth down.

“How was your evening, Kook?” yawned Taehyung and grabbed the pillow fearing to fall down the edge to let his head bore into the plush softness reminding him of his exhaustion ticking towards the late hour with the fog spreading over his consciousness. He reached for Jungkook’s hand moving up and down on his stomach to the rhythm of his regular breaths and pulled it over his body, only to frown when it didn’t bring him the warmth he was hoping for despite where the naked skin of his palm pressed on his uncovered hip a sweat was forming from the heat. Taehyung wished to pull the offensive top protecting Jungkook’s chest over his head and dive into the tropical waves.

“Good,’ mumbled Jungkook, his eyes rolled back to find his face, ‘Busy, as always, but,’ with a sigh he lifted his legs until they were no longer touching the floor and threw them over Taehyung’s - Taehyung could feel his heels sinking into bed under their weight, ‘now I am with you,” he whispered close to his ear - borrowing the corner of the soft pillow to rest his head on - as if Taehyung’s simple presence could lift the strain of his shoulders.

Taehyung turned his head, the sound of his hair rubbing against the pillow case buried his heavy sigh, “Hey, guess what, Kook-ah?’ he began softly, his lips moving close to the tip of Jungkook’s nose, if someone turned the blinds falling over the window, he would be able to count the freckles rising up as the faded brownish spots on the slope of Jungkook’s nose, they were lying that close, ‘Hyungu hyung invited me over to his place tonight, he cooked some delicious tteokbokki just for Jin hyung and me. Trust me, you missed out on a culinary masterpiece! I wish I could save you the leftovers, but we ate everything,” as he proceeded, his voice carried an exciting tone, almost as if he could imagine himself sitting in the savory filled kitchen.

“Oh?” the dark brush of eyebrows lifted up over Jungkook’s eyes in what had to be a surprise. Taehyung had never mentioned why was he pulling the zipper of his winter jacket up sooner than the others still sweating in front of the mirror tonight.

“How's that going?” Jungkook asked simply, but barely masking the curiosity in his voice. It wasn’t rare for Jin’s boyfriend to call him over dinner, if anything, he liked to push in the gaps of Taehyung’s and Jin’s free period to sneak a chocolate bar or not-so-innocent bag of his favourite snacks into his diet while busying himself with the familiarity of Jin’s presence. Taehyung wasn’t stupid, he was well aware that he served as a cover-up, skipping behind Jin’s back like a wiggly tail every time the familiar ringtone of Jin's phone was followed by a photo of Hyungu's freshly shaved face, gleaming on his lit-up phone screen. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t feeling like a small kid whose mouth could be shut up with a sweet stop to his hunger pangs, that were hitting the walls of his empty stomach, while he was glaring at the couple embracing under the brightest lamp.

“It's…,” Taehyung took a while to think, his excitement suddenly gone. He brought his hand close to Jungkook’s face and traced the curve of his nose, prominently sticking out between his cheeks until he didn’t find the narrow dip close to his cheek bone under his fingertip, “Different,” he said at least.

“I am so glad for them, although maybe not quite as much as Hyungu hyung when he looks at Jin hyung. They look so happy together… But you know, here’s the thing,’ after his finger returned to the middle of Jungkook’s face, copying his nose shape, probably to engrave it into his memory, Jungkook’s eyes met in the middle, watching his hand with a new interest, ‘he told me that Namjoon hyung, that he has been urging him to come out to the company, about their relationship.” Taehyung pressed on the squishy tip until it didn’t lay flat, touching the spot beneath, just above the gentle curve of his lips, and Jungkook’s mouth opened to take the air in. They both were following the movement of Taehyung’s digit hovering over Jungkook’s open mouth and a short stroke of tension ran over them before they coughed and hid their burning cheeks behind their palms.

“Uh… complicated,’ said Jungkook eventually, taking over the line of embarrassing closeness they have not yet chosen to cross, ‘Do you think he will?”

“I am clueless, Kook,’ huffed Taehyung, shaking his head, back on his pillow, ‘Jin hyung is… I guess he is torn. It may be not just about them, he's afraid of what it might mean for all of us, especially,’ he rolled his eyes before finishing, ‘uh, what will be Bang PD-nim's reaction.”

“It's tough, hyung,’ Jungkook was slow to nod, ‘Coming out is never easy, and the industry,’ it seemed that the gulp that bobbed with his throat pushed out the words he had carefully thought about before, ‘can be unforgiving.”

Taehyung sighed, “Who wouldn’t be worried about the consequences?” as the last word rolled out of Taehyung’s tongue, his heart thumped against his ribcage with a striking force, if it wasn’t more careful it would imprint its shape there temporarily.

Taehyung’s ears were ringing in the silence they both fell into, meaningfully filling the gaps with their thoughts, louder than their sealed mouth could ever dare to reveal, muffled by a new feeling, heavier than they were familiar with.

“It's tough, isn't it, hyung?’ Taehyung wondered how Jungkook could speak through the lump in his throat, ‘All this hiding and pretending."

Taehyung felt as if someone had stepped in the middle of his chest and with every breath he tried to take, the sole of the stranger’s shoe had only bored deeper, until the liquid swaying inside wasn’t bumping against its unevenness.

The gaze felt begging, tingling on the side of his face and when he answered it, staring right into the wetness of Jungkook’s eyes, expecting his own self to reflect there, however instead he was flooded with sudden waves of memories falling over his mind. He remembered those days characterised by his self-doubt and insecurities, when his fears built up barriers between his desires as he would steal glances at Jungkook but was quick to punish his heart racing towards dreams he had forbidden himself from seeing. He didn’t like returning to those dark times, especially when they were only a knock of the last hot summer away, when he fought with his identity, struggling to the point it felt like he was drowning. He preferred to hide his face behind a facade, put a mask in front of his true emotions, but it became impossible to conceal them from his mind. More than battling with the fear of societal judgment, he was stabbing his own inner turmoil, but instead of vanishing into non-existence it bled, bled so much it poured into the truth.

Taehyung still felt guilty for pushing Jungkook away, wiping his lips, but they continued to ooze the screaming red. But Jungkook had never given up on himself - if Taehyung felt selfishly daring, he would say on them - coming clean and risking a heartbreak. Now, as they lay together in the quiet of Taehyung’s room, he couldn't help but feel a relieving sense of gratitude for the love that had brought them under his blanket.

Their relationship started as a delicate one, catching Taehyung off guard every time he spotted Jungkook’s eyes in the mirror, communicating through the gentle blinks brushing past their cheeks in the mass of other faces, blind to the blush rising on their skin. It all bubbled inside his stomach like the first love, and maybe it really was, on the background of stolen kisses in the dimly lit corners of their practice room, or hidden behind the door of a cubicle, breathing in the sickly reek of toilets, while busy lost in each other’s eyes. But as their love had grown, so had the challenges they faced. The entertainment industry was unforgiving, and the pressure to conform to its expectations weighed heavily on their shoulders. Taehyung knew that Jin’s dilemma about coming out to the company was just a reflection of the larger struggle they all faced.

“Yeah, Kookie, it is. But you know what? It is the path we've chosen, at least for the time being.” Taehyung rubbed his eyes, clearing the sleep filling their corners with his fists. He was momentarily enjoying the lack of grey shadows seeping through, while the wetness spread behind the eyelids eased the itching sensation painting the milky surface faint red.

When Jungkook’s hand grazed along his covered belly, he jerked, not anticipating it, but nuzzled closer until his bent knees didn’t poke the curve of Jungkook’s waist. “I just,’ he could hear Jungkook smack his lips, they had to be just a thin line dipping the corners of his mouth now, ‘wish we didn't have to sneak around like this. It's exhausting,” the whisper sounded on the border of a cry, coping his exasperation.

As Taehyung’s fingers gently stroked Jungkook's hair, he spoke softly, 'I know,’ he spoke more bravely than he felt inside, ‘But remember why we're doing this. We're protecting our love and the group."

Jungkook's sigh filled the room and his voice carried a familiar longing, "I get it, hyung, I do. It's just... sometimes I wish we could be open about us,” he confessed, his grip on Taehyung's fingers tightened, as if not wanting to let go.

Taehyung felt his heart swell with affection and concern, wishing he could offer Jungkook a solution rather than more worries. "I am with you on that, Jungkook,’ he nodded, his voice strained with the weight of their shared burden, ‘But we can't risk it. What if someone catches on? What if they already have?"

Jungkook's arm wrapped around him, drawing him closer, their bodies once again finding comfort in the closeness of their embrace. "Hey, don't worry,’ Jungkook reassured him, his nose tracing the contours of Taehyung's shoulder. He pulled away slightly, allowing a cool rush of air between them. "We've been careful, and Jin hyung is on our side. And if someone does suspect anything,’ his voice gained a newfound strength, as if he was trying to convince both Taehyung and himself, ‘we'll deal with it together, just like we always do."

Taehyung remained silent for a long moment. His fingers were lightly tracing the lines on Jungkook's palm as if he could uncover their future lying in the complex of webs spiralling and tying together into others, but it stayed the same, uncertain. The dread of exposure weighed heavily on him.

“I wish it was a truth,” Taehyung’s lips wrapped around the words but no sound vibrated within his throat.

Taehyung found himself too caught up in the approaching storm, roaring behind the mountains of the future. He stretched his neck to see how far were the fortresses built of pretence that the thunderbolt was setting ablaze, before it hammered on the front door and unleashed where the peace in his life was currently ruling. However, he was only met with the same uncertainty in two eyes watching him, sliding down his cheek. Taehyung’s heavy breath of non-spoken wants spread before their senses of perception, perhaps fogging into the hard-to-see-through mist falling over the room’s midnight shadows, playing with their memories responsive to new-found desires for the alone time together, that they have forgotten about the second bed’s empty mattress and the pillows fluffed against the headrest, winking at them just behind it.

The next time Taehyung reached to rub the sleep away from his eyes, to continue strolling towards what looked to be an infinite night, he found them swollen with a satisfying rest, same as the state of his mind, while lying on the pillow that impressed the fabric lines into the pliant skin of his cheek, with the half of Jungkook’s body thrown over his, in the new day’s rays absorbed room. And his heart dropped with the sound of huffing coming from his left. Taehyung’s chest felt tense and the muscles in his neck screamed the protests, even going as far as pulling at the sensitive nerve ending, making him to hiss in pain.

Taehyung felt caught red-handed staring right into Namjoon’s eyes, watching him from behind the glasses set on his nose, while he was sitting on his bed. Namjoon brought his index finger to his mouth and stuck out his tongue to wet its surface before the dampness glued it onto the page of the book he was reading. The quiet rustling of a paper must have visited Jungkook’s dreams because he stirred in Taehyung’s arms.

“Hyung?’ gulped Taehyung, ‘Good morning?” he wasn’t sure why the tone of his voice kept rising into the questions. He tried to understand Namjoon’s expression, but it appeared unreadable, hardening around his mouth corners yet with an empty glint in his eyes. As Jungkook shifted again, blowing a snore over his bare neck and raising a panic slowly climbing up from behind Namjoon’s eyebrow raise, he quickly came up with an excuse, ‘We… uh, we were just playing some games last night,’ the way a drop of sweat shone on his forehead had presented him in a guilty light, ‘and I guess we fell asleep?”

The second eyebrow, resting low over Namjoon’s eyelids till now, joined the first one, pulling at the skin, high, close to his hairline. Taehyung attempted an awkward smile but inside he was freaking out. Were they too obvious?

Namjoon’s pursed lips enhancing his noticeable silence continued to play on Taehyung’s anxiety. His mouth opened subconsciously while his teeth found sank into the plush of his bottom lip, tugging at the old habits in nervousness.

Namjoon’s gaze shifted once again between Taehyung’s flush rising on his pale face and Jungkook’s furrowed eyebrows while his dreams were slowly meeting their end. He closed the book with a loud thud, spreading the musty smell of old pages, and nodded simply before getting up and leaving the room without saying a word.

As soon as Namjoon’s wide bare back disappeared behind the closed door, Taehyung’s head fell. He ran his eyes over Jungkook’s black tangled strands, seeping the aroma of shampoo all over his pyjama top, while his hand fisted the creased loose fabric around the hem.

“Jungkook-ah,’ whispered Taehyung, his voice still hoarse, brushing over Jungkook’s hair, ‘wake up,” he tapped his shoulder, but the boy’s fingers only tightened around his T-shirt, baring his stomach.

“C’mon.”

“Mmm…’ grunted Jungkook, ‘five mo-ah,’ his mouth stretched around a yawn and his hot breath tickled Taehyung around his navel, ‘five more minutes, Tae,” he mumbled, forgetting about honorifics in the state of half-sleep. Jungkook turned his head so his nose was boring in the gap between his ribs now.

“Jungkook-ah, it’s important,’ Taehyung spoke louder this time, sounding more urgently, ‘Wake up, now!” he shook him by his shoulders.

“Huh?’ Jungkook’s lips parted before his eyelids raised, smoothing the skin over his rolling eye whites, ‘What’s going on, Tae?” he yawned again and squinted lazily at Taehyung’s face.

“It's about Namjoon hyung, I think he knows something,’ he hurried to answer, checking the closed door after he thought he heard a movement somewhere close, creaking on their floor.

“Wake up.”

Jungkook ruffled his hair, combing his finger through the knots around the crown of his head. “Namjoon hyung?’ he asked, sounding confused, ‘What do you mean?” a painful hiss escaped between his teeth when he pulled at the untamed hair more harsher than he intended. Taehyung reached out and even if overwhelmment spread into his arm as hot blood traveled to his numb from disuse fingers, he ran them through Jungkook��s messy locks.

“You shouldn’t have stayed here last night,” Taehyung began but before he could voice out his concern, he was stopped short by a voice just a few steps away from where they were lying under the sheets, “Hyu-, oh… um,” Jimin mumbled, his foot lingering between Taehyung's room and the hallway. Taehyung watched the slipper slipping off Jimin's toes in the same awkward manner as his eyes were shifting between Jungkook's guilty face and his.

“Jimin hyung,” Jungkook smiled nervously while his fingers circled around Taehyung's wrist trying to pull his hand away from his hair. Jimin's chin jerked as his eyes followed the not so subtle movement.

“Jungkookie, good morning,' Jimin nodded curtly in acknowledgement, pointedly ignoring Taehyung's burning gaze, 'Have you seen Namjoonie hyung?” his words carried an underlying tension that seemed to fill the air around them.

Taehyung noticed Jungkook's chest lifting as he expanded his lungs with the answer, but before it could bubble on his tongue, Taehyung spoke up, “He's not here,' he said sternly, 'Maybe check the living room,” his tone was icy but he couldn't deny the annoyance that rose up his throat as he watched Jimin's head twitching towards him but never meeting his eyes.

Despite the smoke of irritation spiralling out of his fuming nostrils, Jimin couldn’t pretend he had plugs stuffed inside his ears. His face was twisted with frustration and his jaw tightened as soon as Taehyung cleared his throat. He grunted a reluctant, “Thanks,” before kicking into his slipper until it didn't slide back on his foot and he stomped out of the room. The obvious scoff bounced from the walls seconds after he left, among other voices bowing him a greet in the hallway.

As soon as Jimin vanished from the sight, Taehyung became aware of the unvocalized words gulped down by Jungkook’s throat or bitten down by Jungkook’s tongue and one sharp intake of air was enough for him to cut through the possibility with a swish of raising hand to let them be heard.

“Don’t-”

“Hyung, talk to Jimin already,’ however, Jungkook's voice was a wrecking ball that tore down all of Taehyung's flimsy attempts, like a hurricane breaking down all of his efforts, ‘You’ve been avoiding him for too long.”

‘Too long’ perfectly described the passed time since his last year’s late night New York escapade, maybe too perfectly, sighed Taehyung. He couldn’t remember when was the last time Jimin’s smile didn’t turn bitter when he caught Taehyung’s gaze during the group meetings held to discuss their ‘America success- winter 2015’. It was not a secret, at least not for Jungkook, as Taehyung spent the majority of their late night talks complaining about Jimin and Jimin only, that when Jimin turned his back towards the open door and rather had chosen the already crowded room, Taehyung took it personally. “Hyung can be pretty petty if he wants,” Jungkook gave him a look.

“I know,’ Taehyung lowered his eyes, ‘but I'm scared, Kook,’ he hesitated for a moment, ‘Scared that it might be too late.”

Jungkook stared intensely, a mix of emotions on his face, from frustration to concern and sadness. "The longer you stay quiet, the harder it'll be, Tae hyung," he said firmly.

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goofyarmy · 10 months

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windowsill | one-shot (16.2k)

✢ friends with benefits ✢ angst with a happy ending ✢ hurt/comfort ✢ pining ✢ doctor th | lawyer jk

ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/48627106

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cutiesexylovelysweet · 3 months

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SACRIFICE: Taekook

Synopsis: Jungkook runs into a scammer who destroys his relationship and pushes him to start a new life without his lover. How long will he run from his feelings when there's a child involved?

Genre: Romance; Lovers to strangers.

Warning: Contains mentions of sexual activities. Fluff, angst, cheating, more plot than meaningless sex scenes.

Chapter 2

The brothers' apartment

On getting to the house, the boys groaned at the same time. Everyone was exhausted from preparing for the concert for weeks and finally executing it. The effect of those restless days came at the same time, knocking them down.

Jungkook laid flat on the carpet, breathing through his mouth. He just wanted to sleep for two days straight. "Oh, gods...ugh!" He groaned tiredly.

Yoongi sprawled in the couch, hands rubbing both sides of his head. His muscles were aching, his eyes hurt, everywhere was on fire. "Shiiiibal, I'm going to die."

Jin looked just as tired but he had more control over his expressions compared to his brothers. He carefully placed his laptop on the coffee table and walked to the kitchen to get bottles of water for everyone.

He entered the kitchen opened the almost empty fridge and took three bottles of water before walking back to the living room.

"Kook, drink some water." He tapped his little brother's shoulder to wake him up.

The youngest managed to sit up and take the water from his Hyung. He nodded in appreciation as he drank.

"Yoongs, here, water." He tapped his best friend's cheek.

Yoongi opened his eyes and collected the water from him and put it on his mouth without uncapping it.

Jin rolled his eyes and took the bottle from him. "You overworked for months, now your brain can't even work properly. I warned you to take it easy." He uncapped the bottle and helped Yoongi to drink up.

Jin emptied his own bottle and picked up the other two. He took them back to the kitchen; they'd wash, refill them and put them back into the fridge. No plastic waste around here.

He had one more task before they'd go to sleep. He needed the boys to freshen up. They oozed of sweat and alcohol. Their cheap perfumes had long faded.

"Guys we need to freshen up if we want to sleep like babies tonight. Come on, everyone get up."

Jungkook and Yoongi mumbled their disagreement but they still followed the eldest to the bathroom.

Their was just one bathroom and they shared at the same time when they were in a rush. Just like the morning when they were rushing to get to BIFF square and start setting up the stage, they showered together.

By the time water rushed down their bodies, slumber had cleared from everyone's eyes and they quietly washed themselves.

Yoongi finished first and went to his room to get dressed.

When Jin finished, he waited for his brother to finish and they went to their shared room.

Yoongi had first paid for the two bedroom apartment when he moved from his hometown in pursuit of his music producing career. He used to have a roommate who later got married and got his own place.

Yoongi was the only child of his father. His father was friends with Jin and Jungkook's mother. The man had died few days after giving birth to Yoongi.

Jungkook's mother took the infant at that time and raised him alongside Jin who was two years old. Four years later, she had Jungkook and the three boys grew up together as siblings.

It took Jin sixteen years to understand that Yoongi had different parents but it didn't change anything. They were brothers for life.

"Kook, are you sleeping like that?" Jin asked his brother who was laying on the bed naked.

"Mhm, I am too lazy to wear clothes now."

Jin threw him a short. "Wear that at least."

Jungkook put on the short while his Hyung wore a pink pyjamas set.

Yoongi opened the door and peeked in to check if they were sleeping. "Do you guys want tea? I'm making a cup for myself."

Jungkook nodded. "Yes, please."

"Me too." Jin agreed.

Yoongi nodded and gently shut the door. He returned with the cups of tea, handing them to his brothers. They sat on the bed and drank quietly, sighing in relief as the liquid hit their throats.

"How are the views online?" Yoongi asked Jin.

"It was 110 the last time I checked."

Jungkook's eyes widened. "110? That's amazing."

"That's great. You're doing great with the online publicity and Jungkook outdid himself tonight. That performance was better than some big-bucks concerts out there." Yoongi praised them.

"Like you're not the genius behind all these. We wouldn't even leave the village if you didn't convince us. Yoongs, we owe you all the praises."

"Yoongi Hyung, you're the reason I can do all these. You take your time to produce my songs for me. I just write and sing but every other thing is you and you don't sleep until it's done. I love you so much, Hyung."

"Aw, Jk. That's what I gotta do for my little bro."

Jungkook turned to Jin and rested his head on the elder's shoulder. "Hyungie, I also thank you for helping me to have a presence. You spend all your money on me and my dream. I love you so much. I love you both a lot."

"This brat will make me cry." Jin sniffled.

"Group hug?" Yoongi suggested.

They put their cups on the small table beside the bed and hugged each other.

"I'll go to sleep now." Yoongi stood up, ready to take the cups and leave.

Jin called him back. "Yoongs, remember what we talked about in the car."

"Oh, that." Yoongi put down the cups and sat back on the bed. "Jungkook, we want to tell you something."

The youngest nodded. "Ok, I'm listening."

"It's about your boyfriend."

"Ok, what about him?"

Yoongi cleared his throat. "I'm not saying this to make you end your relationship with him, but I want you to understand that the music industry is complicated and if you intend to have a healthy relationship, you have to protect it and keep it away from the public. You might say that you're not popular now, but surprisingly, fans dig up information and pictures you never imagined. The way you parade your affection and...touch each other in public should be minimized."

"W-we don't touch each other in public."

Jin scoffed. "Not you thinking we didn't see the position you were in back at the field."

"Ok, we won't hold each other like that in public again."

"Did you tell him about our plan to move to Seoul?" Jin asked.

"But Yoongi hyung said we might not need to move if my new song goes viral."

Jin turned to Yoongi, annoyed. "You're giving him hopes. Look, we're moving to Seoul. There are more opportunities there."

"What do you mean, I'm giving him hopes? Don't you believe that the song would go viral?"

"Doesn't mean, we won't move as planned."

"It's fine, Hyung. I heard your advice."

"The boy is cute and I like him, that's why I don't want you to break his heart. Before you too get so attached, you better clarify him on your journey in the industry. Tell him about our relocation too." Jin added.

"Yes, Hyung."

Taehyung's home

Thank the gods, there was a spare key in the flower pot outside. Taehyung had used it to enter the house. He ran to his room and locked the door.

He'd definitely get punished but he didn't want it to be that night. He was too tired from screaming and jumping at Jungkook's concert. The last thing he needed was to cry the sleep.

Taehyung undressed and went to shower. He had classes tomorrow and...

"Oh, hell no. My uniform." He remembered that he didn't wash his uniform during the weekend. He had dedicated the weekend to Jungkook, helping him to prepare for the concert. He washed up quickly and put on Jungkook's shirt that he had taken some months ago.

He took his uniform from the hamper and tiptoed downstairs to the laundry room.

The machine started working and Taehyung sat on a stool, scrolling on his phone. He decided to edit some videos of Jungkook for his fan account.

Lost in the task at hand, he didn't notice when his father quietly entered the laundry room. The man stood behind him and peeked into his device. Seeing where his son had gone to, he frowned. He never liked Jungkook.

Mr Kim angrily grabbed his son's hair and pulled him off the stool.

"Dad, stop!" Taehyung cried, trying to release himself from the harsh grip.

The man pushed him down to the floor. "This is where you went to sell yourself to that loser?

Taehyung glared at his father even though he was scared out of his mind. The man was a psychopath who didn't think before doing anything. He was capable of hitting Taehyung until the boy passed out. It would be fruitless to explain things to him or try to make him believe the truth.

Taehyung had long learned how to match his father's energy and save himself. He would talk back or fight back sometimes before the old man would leave him alone.

"Stop it, Dad. I'm not a child anymore. I just went to support my boyfriend." He screamed in his father's face.

"Support that loser?" He laughed mockingly. "A boyfriend who can't pay your bills and take you on good dates. Does he have a car? Bet his parents still feed him. You stupid child, always bringing me shame."

"I don't care what you say. It's not your business."

Mr Kim delivered a punch to his son's mouth, breaking his upper lip instantly. "What's not my business, huh?"

Taehyung covered the bleeding area and moved away to a corner, crying.

"What's not my business?" The man growled, threatening to hit him again.

"Nothing." Taehyung mumbled.

"Turn off that machine and go to your room, idiot." He kicked the boy's leg before making his way out of the laundry room.

Taehyung held on to his lip to control the bleeding. He turned of the machine and slowly walked to his room. His uniform was not washed and he would probably be sent back home by his teacher.

School

Jungkook and Taehyung attended the same vocational school. While the artist studied Diploma in Music, Taehyung studied Diploma in Hairdressing.

The school was were they met for the first time almost two years ago. Jungkook had enrolled a month after Taehyung. He entered the wrong class being Taehyung's class. It was when the teacher started talking about hair and styling that he realized he was not in a music class at all.

Taehyung helped him find his class. They clicked almost immediately. Jungkook started going closer to the younger one since he had no friends yet. Three months later, they started dating.

They were now in final year and we're looking forward to graduating together but Jungkook was moving to Seoul and he might not get to graduate with his mates.

Jin had already informed the Dean about their plans to move and he agreed to give Jungkook his certificate earlier than the others.

The artist was going to collect certificate, happy to be done with school but he was very worried about how to tell his boyfriend that he was leaving not just the school but the city.

Jungkook entered the school premises and looked around for Taehyung. The younger had told him that he was already in school.

He was about to call Taehyung when he felt the boy's soft hands around his waist from behind.

Jungkook smiled and turned around. "Hey baby, how..." His brows furrowed when he saw the cut on Taehyung's lip. "What's this?"

The younger giggled. "You won't believe I fell from the stool while washing my uniform." He lied.

"Oh, shit. Why?"

"Can't you see, I'm not on my uniform. I forgot to wash it and I fell asleep while washing it last night."

Jungkook's squint his eyes. He was going to say something. He knew that wasn't a fall. "Your dad..."

"Baby, your views are going up." He covered up, not wanting to talk about his father. "I think you should try an online concert. Everything's done online these days, you should tap into it."

Jungkook's eyes roamed the boy's body and he sighed. "I'll tell my Hyung about it."

"You got class now?"

"Um, yes, I have vocal training first."

"I'll see you after class then."

"Mhm,"

Taehyung kissed him on the cheek and went to class while Jungkook went to the Dean's office.

A/N

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