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[fifty-seven] confession

[ iM FINALLY BACK whoop whoop ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ and i got 35k reads like is it my birthday orrr ANYWAYS tysm! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ (btw caption chapter, perhaps 'warm embrace'? sounds so cheesy geez ]

after reaching back;
jungkook kept his mouth shout; not uttering a word regarding his breakdown. even worse, the younger male refused all of taehyung's hugs and touches which left him in a fit of confusion. it's like all of his progress in just one snap of a finger, vanished.

"jungkook?"

"n-not now please." he hiccuped, his voice coming out muffled due to the hiding under the thick, comforting duvet.

"u-um, is there something i could do or...?"

"..." he inhaled sharply, "just stay in this room please." he curled up in a little ball under his protecting blanket, face burrowed in his knees.

taehyung opens his mouth to speak, but swallows his words as he flicks off the bright bedside lamp. he turns around only to hear rustling sounds coming from jungkook's quilt; a dramatic flipping sound being heard. "no. turn them back on."

"are you su-"

"turn them on."

"oh uh, sorry." as soon as the lights came back on, taehyung felt the moment as his heart got ripped in half by the sight of the younger male. his swollen, red eyes that looked like they would bulge at any minute had tears rolling down his cheeks. his quivering bottom lip, his messed-up hair, and his indrawn whimpers. taehyung felt like bawling himself, wanting to help him so bad. what exactly would make him this upset?

"jungkook..." taehyung crawled over jungkook's side on the mattress, attempting to embrace him. as if it were second nature, jungkook shrieked and brought his arms out trying to put a distance between them. the brunette felt hurt as he only wanted to help, subconsciously grabbing his wrist. but when tears in the younger male's eyes welled up again, he pulled away.

out of nervousness a pinkish tongue darted out to lick his dry lips, guilt gnawing at him. "s-sorry."

jungkook kept hiccuping, taehyung watching how he wiped away his tears.

"but k-kookie, can't you tell me what's wrong?" he smiled softly, whispering in a gentle matter as to soothe the fragile boy before him. "you know very well that it's better to not keep it to yourself. and i promise to help you in any way i can."

in a flash of second, great misery surfaced in his jet-black eyes. he'd hang his head low, mumbling something inaudible to taehyung. it's nothing that can be fixed.

"come again?"

more confidently, he repeated. "it's nothing that can be fixed, tae."

taehyung just "and how can you be so sure? i mean, it just might-"

"i was raped, tae." as a deer in headlights, his expression fell along with his hands, staring dead eye into the younger's eyes.

"i- oh, um." he closed his mouth, not tearing away his gaze. "when, how?" taehyung gulped loudly, quickly correcting himself. "if you want to tell me, of course."

he sighed, saying the words that he kept in for so long. "i was 14, tae. on that same goddamn street i started bawling on." he scoffed, "pathetic, right?"

taehyung gasped at this, hands automatically reaching out for jungkook's hand. then he quickly retreated, hoping the boy didn't get startled. "i'm so sorry jungkook, i-, i shouldn't have..."

"it's fine. what's done is done." jungkook cracked a halfhearted smile, not minding the salty teardrops blurring his vision. he couldn't look at him into the eye anymore. his mind was a crying mess. jungkook never thought the day telling him would actually come. but what was even more unexpected, was taehyung pulling jungkook in a warm embrace, something he missed since 2nd grade. "you can push me away if you want. i won't stop you," taehyung remarked, placing his large but gentle hand on jungkook's head and using the other to hug his waist. "cry all you want."

jungkook's eyes sparkled with relief and regret, returning the older's hug and sniffing on his shoulder. "y-your clothes will get wet."

taehyung chuckled, "i don't mind."

and after those sweet and loving words that meant the world for jungkook, he started wailing as if he turned 14 once again.