Puppycrush

- 11

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Awkwardly I climbed off his motorcycle as he catched my hand helping me off

"Come on, I'll take you to my room"

I said as he blushed slightly

"Kay."

He replied as I opened the door to my part of the house

"You hungry?"

"Nah I'm good"

He said tensely as I smiled

I opened the door to my room, my large bed resting among all the thousands of anime posters and manga I had neatly stacked on shelves in my room, my gaming PC nicely set up

"Wow, your rooms- different"

He said as he looked around, I looked away embarrassed

"I'm gonna go get dressed, wait here"

I reassured as I walked into my walk in closet as he nodded laying on my bed

I threw on a large tshirt and some shorts and rushed back out seeing him sleeping on top of my bed

I walked up to him, creeping beside him as I leaned against my bedframe

"Come over here."

I called as he opened his eyes slightly looking at me
He sluggishly picked himself up and crawled beside me resting his head on my pillow

"So. Want to tell me why your father did this to you? It's been bugging me all day"

I confessed as he sighed softly
His hand snaked around me and pulled me down so my head rested on his chest

"I don't know, do you really you wanna know?"

"Yeah. Why? Don't you trust me..?"

I repeated, he snickered slightly

"I was adopted into the family.. Namjoon's mum wanted to have another son so she wanted to adopt. And some fucking how, I was chosen out of all of em. But his dad was against it. He thought the idea of having
Another blood among his pure bred kids was some sin or some shit."

He talked

"I was only 1 when they adopted me, Never knew my parents or anything. She loved me and cared for me like she was the one who conceived me. And the boys were just as accepting as her, but him- he never once looked at me like that. I was always the problem, the trouble maker or 'that one'. Not once did he ever care about my existence"

He sounded hurt, damaged and troubled. His deepest and darkest secrets arising

"He beat me. He beat me till I did stuff right, he beat me if I didn't do enough and beat me because I did better then his kids. She tried helping me but it never worked. She was, my everything. When she died, I couldn't believe it. That's when I blamed everything on him. I said he killed her,
He did this, he did that and so on."

He sighed

"That's when I finally broke. I started acting out and doing everything he didn't want me to. I did drugs, went clubbing, shop lifted- you name it. I'm a prime result of parenting gone wrong, a kid who didn't get enough love. People called it 'Touh Love' but how is it-"

His voice cracked as tears spilled from his eyes

"How is it 'Tough Love' when it's just tough"

He ended, he sobbed carelessly
It surprised me. How he could just show me how broken he is without a care
How he could cry infront of me and tell me his life story

I held him tightly as I combed my fingers through his smooth hair, my long fingers stroking it as I tried calming him down

"What did I do to make him hate me.."

He weeped into my shoulder

"It wasn't your fault Kook. It's his. He wasn't able to see how precious you were."

I whispered into his ear as I released my pheromones in hopes of calming him down.
In which they did

His fingers caressed my back gently as I hummed sweet nothings into his ear

"What are you.. a Fairy or sumin?"

He sniffles as I giggled at his claims

"No. Just good at listening"

I smiled

—

???

And it was like that for 2 weeks, the two going over to Taehyungs house and staying up till early hours on a school night talking, eating or playing video games

The two were inseparable, wanting to be nowhere but with eachother

"Hey bub, I heard Volleyball trials are today, didn't you join in Middle School?"

Chanyeol spoke as the younger boy nodded as he thought about it

He didn't necessarily like sports but he enjoyed playing volleyball, the sweet suspense of saving the ball from its long awaited fate of hitting the floor, the surprised and happy faces of the crowd, it all gave him jitters

"I'll see, I wonder if Koo likes playing aswell"

The boy pondered as he thought of his bestfriend, his brothers looking at him questioningly

"I hope he's not rubbing you the wrong way Tae, we trust you ok?"

They pat the boy on the back as the entered the school gates, hardly anybody on campus except for the few students who go to revise in the library

"We'll see you later Tae! And think about joining the club okay?"

They waved to the younger as he smiled and waved back

He knew what they meant by rubbing him the wrong way. Jungkook was very aggressive and rebellious. He knew that, but he still wanted to accept him

Because deep down in that twisted and cold body of his,
There was someone amazing and caring who'd go above and beyond for the people he cared about.

They'd just never met him.

"Tae!"

A voice called out as Taehyung turned around to see his bad boy standing in front of him, he smiled admiring him as he walked up to him engulfing him in a big hug

"Hey bunny."

He breathed

Oh, how dangerous this boy is.