WHAT HE WANTS | TAEKOOK ✓

forty five.

taehyung's pov

jungkook's mother was still not home from her sister's house. i had just called my own mother to tell her that jungkook and i had woken up late so we wouldn't attend school.

she was hesitant but accepted my excuse. i couldn't exactly tell her that it hurt to even walk.

i felt awful when i saw the long, red lines down jungkook's back. he reassured me it was fine, that it was memory of what we had done.

we were now laying on his bed, the movie we were just watching had just ended. i was only wearing his shirt and a new pair of underwear that he gave me.

he had changed his sheets prior to the movie, helping me maneuver my way onto the bed.

"you look so pretty in my clothes." he softly caressed my exposed thigh as i shyly hid my face.

"t-thank you."

he chuckled lightly before planting a kiss on my temple.

if only i had known then that it was the last day of happiness we would have.