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Once Taehyung was done cleaning and tidying, Jungkook stood up from the chair. He grabbed the stool the hazel haired boy had brought for him, and walked into the kitchen to put it back. Taehyung walked out of the bathroom, a bit exhausted from everything that happened tonight. He then started to make his way towards his bedroom but Jungkook came back in the corridor, still shirtless. His tired eyes watched Taehyung walk in the room but he quickly followed him inside. He rested his forearm against the door frame, showing off his arm muscle, but he remained impassive.

« What are you doing ? » He asked his hostage.

Taehyung turned around, surprised to see him here. Especially like that. His naked chest exposed to his sight, with no shame. A bit stunned from this situation, he crossed his arms on his chest.

« I'm getting ready for bed. »

« Here ? » Jungkook snickered.

« But... Yes why ? » Taehyung asked, lost.

« Because I thought you were sleeping in my bed. At least that's where you fell asleep the first time. » His tone was playful.

Taehyung closed his mouth, Jungkook was mocking him.

« Yes but Hoseok asked me to sleep there. I'm not just going to come back like a flower. »

He mumbled, while moving the sheets away. Jungkook loudly sighed. His arm fell from the door frame to rest against his right hip. His right shoulder was hurting him.

« Instead of sleeping alone tonight, come sleep with me. » He suddenly whispered.

Shocked by Jungkook's proposition, Taehyung looked up immediately.

« What are you saying, seriously ? No. » He mumbled, embarrassed.

A laugh left the black haired boy. Taehyung was cute, blushing like that.

« Why ? You'd rather sleep alone in this pretty grim room ? » He asked, curious.

The hazel haired dark orbs watched Jungkook's teasing silhouette. He bit his lip under the pressure, he was suddenly ill-at-ease, without really knowing why.

« Your room isn't a rainbow either, from what I know. It's even darker. »

« You can't deny the fact that it's way better than this one. The killer sighed. Come. » He asked again.

« N-No... » Taehyung hesitated.

Jungkook frowned, he almost walked in the room but stopped himself to avoid scaring the teacher.

« I don't have anything in mind, uh. I'm not planning to touch you or something, I just want... I don't know, you to sleep in my presence. » Slowly, he confessed to Taehyung.

The literature teacher weighed the pros and the cons. Jungkook wasn't mean. He knew it. He had been living here for a month now, and the black haired boy had never hit him. Never insulted him. He made him keep a healthy lifestyle, physically and mentally, trying to make him comfortable. So yes, Taehyung knew that Jungkook wasn't a bad person, though the fact that he was keeping him here. But it was embarrassing him to think that they were going to sleep together, a few inches from each other, in the same sheets.

« C'mon, we're both tired. »

The hazel haired boy sighed softly. Never mind, he was going to join him. After all, every night he thought of this loneliness. Maybe sleeping next to somebody, would be better. Walking slowly, he came in front of Jungkook. A victory smile made its way to the black haired's pink mouth. He stepped aside and walked towards his own room, Taehyung was behind him, silent. A few seconds later, the two men were in Jungkook's room. The right side of the bed where Taehyung had slept in, was still messed up. Shyly, he sat down on this side. The assassin was sitting on the left side.

« You can make yourself comfortable, I'll have a drink. » He said as he stood up.

His naked back, his peachy skin, came to Taehyung's sight when Jungkook had stood up to leave the room. A sigh left his lips, he was confused. Why was he accepting to sleep with him ? They didn't have any real empathy for each other. Well yes, Jungkook maybe had some towards Taehyung. But the hazel haired boy had none for the younger. It was an embarrassing situation and frankly, the teacher wanted nothing more than run away from the bedroom to join his own. Yes, he was panicking but it was normal in a way. Jungkook wanted them to sleep together, Taehyung was just being careful.

« Eh, you're making a weird face. » A voice in front of him surprised him.

The hazel haired man had jumped in surprise, as he wasn't expecting to hear the killer's voice. He started to shake a bit, his arms came around his knees that he had brought to his chest, and his head went between his arms. Taehyung didn't understand anything in his life anymore. It has been thirty-three days since he has arrived at Jungkook's. He was shaken by the events, by this black haired, by his ancient life that he missed. The teacher tried to make efforts but sometimes, he couldn't keep it all in. He was exteriorizing by a personal confinement.

« Taehyung ? What's wrong ? » The younger asked.

At this sight, Jungkook understood that something was wrong. He walked towards the bed, before getting in. Taehyung wasn't looking at him, he had his head in his arms, motionless and visibly distressed. On all four, Jungkook got closer to the literature teacher. He didn't know if he could touch him. We never know what kind of reaction Taehyung could have. But seeing him like this, Jungkook couldn't hold himself back from resting his left hand on the teacher's right shoulder.

« Eh, is something wrong ? » He whispered, his voice had soften.

Instead of receiving insults or reproaches, Taehyung remained quiet. He was like, absent. And the black haired boy didn't understand anything to what was happening. Because when he left the bedroom, the teacher seemed fine. But now, he clearly wasn't. His curious eyes analyzed Taehyung, who started to shake, as if sadness was taking over him. He started sobbing and Jungkook felt completely powerless in front of this situation. He didn't know how to confort someone in those kind of moments. Jungkook had never known confort. Jungkook, had almost never cried. Jungkook didn't know the sensibility anymore. Jungkook, didn't know about human relationships that way. He was lonely, lost.

« Taehyung... » He mumbled.

Without really knowing what he was doing, he decided to give free rein to his interpretations, to his wishes, and the improvisation of the moment. His masculine hands grabbed the hazel haired's arms to stop him from hiding. Taehyung did not object. His face was red from the sadness as he faced the black haired, who froze at the sight. His impassive expression relaxed to be replaced by his humanity which was hidden deep inside his soul.

« Why are you crying ? Are you... Hungry ? Or... Are you hurt ? He whispered, hesitant. Do you want something ? » He tried.

Once more, Taehyung did not say anything. He discreetly sniffled, his tears were rolling on his cheeks before meeting his velvety lips, or his drawned chin. Jungkook didn't know what to do, he wanted to help the older. An idea, maybe a crazy one and too daring between them, came to his mind. He quickly pulled the sheets away on his side, he climbed in the bed before his adventurous hands came to rest on the teacher's hips. He finally had the hazel haired's first reaction, who looked up to watch Jungkook. His face was flooded with tears. The killer ignored his reproving look. He pulled the older closer to him, unbending his legs to lay them next to his own under the anthracite blanket. The hazel haired's chest, dressed with a sweater, was touching his right side, their legs were touching and Jungkook laid the teacher's head on his chest. Then, he wrapped his right arm around his waist, and brought his forearm in Taehyung's back.

« What are... Y-You doing ? » The hazel haired finally mumbled, between his sobs.

« I'm trying to confort you. » He replied, his voice was gentle.

More sobs left the teacher after those words, which alarmed Jungkook, he really didn't understand what was happening.

« Taehyung, why are you crying ? » He asked.

His hand dared to caress his hostage's back, trying to calm his devastating tears. It was a bit unbelievable, but Jungkook was surprising himself not liking seeing him in such a destroyed mental state.

« I-I d-don't know... » Taehyung replied.

The teacher's hands were now resting on Jungkook's naked chest, as his salty tears weren't stopping.

« I'm... I'm s-sad... » He confessed.

« Am I making you sad ? » Jungkook asked, a bit anxious.

« N-no... It's not y-you but... He mumbled, through his snifflings. I miss my life... I miss my f-family and my friends too... I'm lacking affection. He whispered, sad. You're nice but, y-you're cold and... I still don't k-know your, his voice broke. I don't know anything... About you... I don't e-even know your name. »

The black haired man sighed, shocked from hearing this. He felt Taehyung's tears on his chest and it was making him uncomfortable. He understood the first words of the hazel haired boy, of course he understood them. But the last ones disturbed him because they were directed to him. His free left hand brushed the teacher's hair, in a soothing and gently way. 

« I... I understand about your family and your friends. Your life too. He was honest. I know that I don't seem nice at first sight and that I stay rather cold. But I'm like that, that's my nature. I can make efforts though. He tried to reassure Taehyung. And about my name... I... I'll tell you one day, I promise. »

This promise surprised Taehyung. He wedged his head a little bit more in Jungkook's neck, letting his breath hit the black haired's jugular. From the tip of his fingers, he touched Jungkook's soft skin. Taehyung didn't understand his behaviour but he felt like this new proximity with the killer made him more calm, and strangely more relaxed.

« When ? » The hazel haired boy asked.

« I'll tell you soon. » Jungkook assured him.

Taehyung groaned. This wasn't the answer he wanted. But he couldn't ask too much. Now he was laying against the black haired boy, in his arms, it was totally unexpected coming from Jungkook. He himself couldn't believe it when he had felt the killer wrap his arms around him. So as Taehyung tried to canalize his wave of sadness that he himself didn't understand, he felt the killer's fingers wipe his tears away from his eyes. His cheeks instantly started to burn. Why was the younger so unpredictable ? Taehyung felt embarrassed. He became even more embarrassed when Jungkook picked up a tissue from the nightstand and came to wipe his nose. Under this gesture, the hazel haired boy hid a bit more against Jungkook's neck.

« Try to get some sleep, tomorrow we will talk about what you want and I'll go get it for you. » He mumbled in a reassuring tone.

Taehyung frowned.

« What do you mean... What I want ? » He asked, not understanding what Jungkook tried to say.

« You don't remember ? The stuff I was supposed to buy you, but we ended up in an argument so we didn't talk about it. Jungkook explained. Well, I wasn't pissed off. »

Feeling ill-at-ease at the thought of their argument that caused the two men to be in cold, Taehyung tightened his fist.

« Ah... Yes. » He whispered.

The body warmth coming from Jungkook was pleasant, Taehyung felt good here, even though they weren't supposed to be this close.

« Are you still hurt ? » Taehyung asked, talking about the black haired's injury.

« A bit. »

« You mean a lot, actually. » The hazel haired boy scolded him.

« Yes it hurts. But I keep moving my shoulder so... »

Taehyung thought about it, when he realized he was laying on his right shoulder. He tried to get away as fast as he could, feeling guilty that he was the reason the killer was hurt but the younger was quicker. He forced the older to stay against him by pressing his forearm to his back.

« But, let me go, I'm hurting you ! » He groaned, unhappy.

« No, you're not hurting me. It's just when I move too much or when I put pressure on it. »

« Shit, I just remembered that... You didn't take painkillers. » The hazel haired breathed out, shocked.

« It's fine, it's nothing. I'll take them tomorrow. C'mon now, sleep. »

Taehyung got shy from the bossy tone Jungkook used, and didn't say anything else. He felt the cover being put on their bodies. His hand brushed promptly against the black haired's ribs, and Jungkook's hold tightened. He let his head in the killer's neck, he felt at ease like that. He then tried to sleep in the arms of the man he was supposed to hate from the bottom of his soul. His eyelids became heavy, and for a few minutes he thought about this proximity between them. Jungkook did the same. When he noticed the teacher's breathing was steady, proving to him that he had fallen asleep, the black haired mumbled those few words.

« Thank you for your help. »

Never had someone taken the time to take care of Jungkook, never in his twenty one years of existence. Not anyone, except Taehyung, a nice boy that he was holding hostage at his apartment by obligation.

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