TOUCH ME MORE. ᵛᵏᵒᵒᵏ

[twenty-seven] dumbfounded

THIRD PERSON POV
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"so," taehyung sang in a motherly sense, "how'd you like your first day of school?" he cocked his eyebrows as he leaned against the bathroom door, watching the younger intensely scrub his arms.

jungkook scrunched his nose, "touchy."

taehyung laughs at this, but abruptly stops when he sees jungkook shooting sharp glares at him. "har har, very funny." he paused, "i got myself a new friend though." he smiles for himself making taehyung knit his eyebrows in confusion. "what friend?"

"min yoongi," he hums, giggling at the memory of a desperate black-haired male from class. taehyung chews on his inside cheeks, crossing arms. "friends, huh? does he touch you?"

"well, i mean, he did a couple of times. but it was nothing intentional, i never told him about my condition." the older tenses at this, fingers clamming his arms.

"oh really? and why not?" taehyung was slowly growing agitated, not understanding why he let others get to him so easily.

jungkook shrugs.

"i mean, it'd seem weird if i refused him right?" jungkook chuckles lowly, "i want friends who don't look weirdly at me." the brunette gritted his teeth. "what about me then? don't i treat you fairly?"

"what? of course you do."

"then why am i not enough? at least i don't look at you weirdly."

"wait, what the hell is this about?" he directed his eyes away from the faucet letting the water pour, drowning taehyung's profanities. "is there something bothering you?"

"you know what, just forget about it. i don't care about what you do with whom." taehyung storms out of the bathroom, leaving a dumbfounded jungkook behind. he plops onto his comfy bed and wraps himself in his duvet, ignoring jungkook's calls.

"why won't you understand," he angrily mutters.