"Because I'd do anything to hear it."

Many thoughts that had no literal content rushed through Taehyung's mind the moment Jeongguk's lips — so close to his — whispered these words. First it was being locked up in a classroom together, then it was the dream, then everything that happened up to this very moment where they were standing face to face, their lips only a push apart.

"Say it."

This was so wrong. So, so wrong.

"W-why would I..?" Taehyung whispered unsurely, his mind and eyesight getting clouded as his gaze fell to Jeongguk's lips. His heartbeat has never been this fast, his desires were never this strong. This whole evening he tried to fight everything he felt towards Jeongguk, but right now..

"Stop pretending." ...it needed only one little pushe to have Taehyung stop fighting. And that little push happened that exact moment, when his eyes lose themselves in the dark orbs of Jeongguk.

"Yes.."

Jeongguk smirked as his face inched closer, Taehyung now eager to feel his lips on his. The older let his lips brush Taehyung's once, driving the younger crazy, a whine almost slipping out as he wasn't getting the desired touch, only a small taste of it. A soft touch on his chin made Taehyung tilt his head up to Jeongguk, who moved his hand to cup Taehyung's face.

"Say it, say that you want to kiss me," the raven haired urged again, the warmth his body emitted feeling like the exact thing a certain blond needed.

Taehyung lost it.

"I want to kiss you."

No moment got wasted, when Jeongguk took ahold on Taehyung's waist, pulling him towards him and crashing their lips together. It felt like something inside of the blond exploded, the sparks shooting into every possible direction inside of his body.

Taehyung wasn't comprehending what was happening when he felt the wall against his back, but he still wrapped his arms around Jeongguk's neck and deepened the kiss, as their lips molded to one in a dancing act.

It was everything else but slow, it was sweet, but with a hint of deeply engraved desperation and a desire, one who finally escaped from the cage it was held in. Trapped between Jeongguk and the wall, their bodies pushed together, their lips pressed against each other, it felt like the time had stopped for Taehyung.

Every cards were laid open nakedly now.

It was as if he was sailing on a boat, one that was declared to be so safe, so secure, he could've discarded every doubt, every fear. He was ready to succumb to the swinging of the waves, almost eager to give all of himself to the open sea.

If there wasn't that iceberg disturbing the peacefulness.

Once Taehyung's brain started working fully again, he could identify a bitter taste on his lips that came from Jeongguk, a sudden fear and a feeling of mortification running through him. He quickly cut away from the kiss, a hand between his and Jeongguk's chests to keep a little distance.

They shared an intense eye contact... and Taehyung being overwhelmed with this whole situation let a small sob escape his lips, training his eyes down. "You're drunk," he mumbled, ashamed. He took a step aside, only to gently get pull back against the wall by a hand on his shoulder.

"Why? Because my lips taste like beer?" Jeongguk chuckled, moving his hand down to Taehyung's arm, offering a reassuring smile. "I promise you, I've never been more sober than I am right now. I only drank what you saw me drink." Which was that one cup of beer he drank instead of Taehyung during truth or dare.

Taehyung stared at him, then pushed him a little away from himself, as he hiccuped on a sob. "I hate you."

This kiss should've never happened and he knew this was a mistake.

"You don't hate me," Jeongguk spoke calmly, moving a hand up to brush it through the blonde hair once, a shiver crawling down Taehyung's spine. "You miss me."

Another pained sound left Taehyung, feeling too overwhelmed. Although he hadn't even drank one sip of beer, he felt drunk, he couldn't think straight, felt so lost and so weak, as if he could break down if it wasn't for Jeongguk holding him.

"I hate you," he mumbled again, quieter, tears rolling down his cheeks now.

"You don't," Jeongguk's raw voice whispered against Taehyung's lips.

"N-no, I hate you.." Taehyung said again, voice broken and filled with thick tears. He hated to cry like this, both he couldn't hold back anymore.

A small smile grazed Jeongguk's lips. "You don't hate me, Taetae."

Taehyung's eyes widened by the usage of the nickname. He hasn't heard it since what feels like forever and he felt more tears arise. And as if a switch was pressed, he broke down.

"I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!..." He began crying, fist hitting Jeongguk's chest after every time he told him that he hated him. "Wh-why did you leave? I-I hate you.."

Trying to contain his own tears by the younger's outburst, Jeongguk watched him. Taehyung's hits weren't hurting, but they were still painfully striking through his heart every time. And he let him do it, hit him, he would let him do anything in compensation to what pain he had caused him.

"I... hate.. you.." Taehyung's voice became tranquiler and slower and eventually he stopped saying anything, just silently cried against Jeongguk's chest.

The older quickly wiped his own eyes and then wrapped his arms around Taehyung to hold him, letting him let out the last tears.

He deserved to get hit, but he didn't deserve to hold the blond in his arms like that and he was fully aware of it. He didn't deserve to be missed by him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered back, burying his nose into Taehyung's hair. "I'm so sorry."

It was so obvious that Taehyung was heartbroken because of him. But seeing the blond break down in his arms because of him made him realize how huge the damage really was.

Out of exhaustion, Taehyung slowly slid down the wall, not caring that he was going to

end up on the floor. He couldn't stand anymore, feeling to weak and exhausted, the tears still rolling down his eyes as he felt paralyzed. Too much is happening.

Jeongguk moved with him, not letting go of his smaller frame. Subconsciously, he tightened his hold on the blond, pulling him closer against his body. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, over and over again, his heart feeling like it was shrinking the more he got to feel Taehyung's shaking body.

A few more minutes passed and Jeongguk didn't even think of letting Taehyung go once. He slowly looked to the blond in his arms, noticing his eyes are closed as he had fallen asleep, his cheeks stained with thick tears.

Jeongguk bit his lip to stop his own tears from falling.

He know Taehyung like nobody else does, and he knows the blond tends to get exhausted quickly when overwhelmed. It would need any soft place and Taehyung would be asleep within seconds, his body having created this coping mechanism when the younger was a kid.

Slowly, he got up a little, to lean Taehyung against the wall, before squatting down again to pick him up bridal style.

He sighed not being sure how to explain to the others why Taehyung looked like the mess Jeongguk had made him to. No, that sounds wrong, but he knows that everyone besides Yoongi and Jimin is probably going to be assuming exactly that.

He didn't care though, he wanted to bring Taehyung home first and he didn't want to wake him up.

"What happened?" Jimin instantly rushed to Jeongguk in panic once he reached the living room. The others were too drunk to notice. "Jeongguk, what have you done!?" Jimin's voice got louder.

"He fell asleep. We had a small fight, I think... he was too overwhelmed," he simply said, but there was so much more to it.

Jimin glared at him. "I'm going to kill you if you dare to hurt him again. And I fucking mean it."

A deep sigh left his lips. "before you got to kill me, I'd already do it myself. I won't... hurt him."

Jimin stared at him, the glare still in his face. "Are you going to bring him home?"

"Yes, tell Yoongi I'm borrowing his car."

Jimin huffed. "I'm gonna text his mom to ask if Tae came home, so don't think about doing anything to him."

Jeongguk eyes widened. "I'm not... nevermind, see you in school."

He grabbed Yoongi's car keys and left the house, the freshening night wind instantly hitting him. He felt Taehyung stir a little because of the cold, which made Jeongguk pull him closer to his chest to provide him with more warmth.

Reaching Yoongi's car, he somehow managed to open the passenger door and slowly sat Taehyung in the seat, making sure he was sitting comfortably. He quickly pulled his white hoodie off and cautiously made the blond wear it. A soft whine fell from Taehyung's lips and Jeongguk stopped shortly, shushing him softly.

He admired him for a few more seconds, before walking around the car, entering the driver's seat and starting of.

Usually he'd always put music on, but in order to not wake Taehyung up, he didn't put any on. Besides that, he found the silence quite comforting.

Halfway on the road, Taehyung seemed to be waking up, although by glancing at Taehyung for a few times, Jeongguk noticed the blond opened his eyes only shortly and closed them again, probably tired. "Why are you here..?" He spoke, voice thick with sleep.

Jeongguk pressed his lips together, keeping his eyes on the road. "I'm bringing you home. You can sleep again."

Taehyung hummed quietly. "Jeongguk..?"

It was obvious Taehyung was about to fall asleep again. "Yes?"

"I.. don't hate you."

Jeongguk's eyes went straight to the younger male, who seemed to have fallen asleep again right after these words left his lips. He kept a calm posture, even though his heart was exploding inside of him.

"I know you don't," he whispered quietly.