The more we deny
that we have a dark side,
the more power it has over us.

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Jungkook was getting dressed for his lectures while Taehyung lay on the bed, fiddling with the foreign device in his hands, clicking on each app to figure out its functions.

Last night, Jungkook had taught him how to text and make calls, which the elder thought was sufficient, but the younger was eager to explore more.

After finishing dressing, the elder pecked the younger’s forehead and left for university, skipping breakfast as he was already late.

Finally bored of the device, Taehyung placed it on the side table and went to have breakfast. After finishing his meal, he headed to the library, where his tutor awaited him for their study session.

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Four hours flew by, and Taehyung had completely forgotten the promise he made to Jungkook. He had left his phone in the bedroom and was fully immersed in solving math problems in the library. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his tongue peeked out in deep concentration.

After completing his session, he happily skipped toward the kitchen to ask the maids for something to eat but stopped abruptly when he remembered the promise he made to Jungkook.

Dashing back to the bedroom, he grabbed his phone from the side table. With shaky hands, he entered the passcode.

His eyes widened at the number of missed calls from Jungkook. Without wasting any time, he dialed Jungkook’s number and pressed the phone to his ear, his heartbeat quickening with each ring.

"Maybe he’s in class," Taehyung thought when the call went unanswered. He decided to check the messages instead.

Tapping the message icon, two texts popped up. He was surprised that, despite the 21 missed calls, there were only two messages.

Jungkook:

Why aren’t you picking up my call?

Wait for me to get home.

An unsettling feeling crept in after reading the last text, but he decided to shrug it off and apologize instead.

Taehyung:
Hyung, I’m sorry! My tutor came, so I didn’t check my phone.

After hitting "send," he placed the phone next to him, waiting for the familiar ding indicating a reply.

But the elder never replied.

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Jungkook's P.O.V.

Finally, after a shitty day, I’m back at the mansion. I just want to throw myself onto the bed and sleep, holding my beautiful angel close to me.

But first, he’ll be punished.

The thought made a smirk creep onto my face.

As soon as I stepped inside, I saw Tae sitting on the living room sofa. His eyes widened when he saw me, and he got up, running toward me. But I quickly dodged him and walked past.

I headed upstairs, Tae trailing behind me silently.

Once inside the room, I shut the door in his face, probably startling him. I know my actions hurt him, but he needs to learn.

Ignorance is the best punishment.

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I ignored him for the rest of the evening. At dinner, he tried starting a conversation, but I didn’t respond.

“Hyung… Talk to me, please,” Tae pleaded, his voice trembling.

He was about to cry.

I got up from the table and returned to my room, shutting the door—this time, not locking it.

I collapsed onto the soft mattress and lay on my back, waiting for my little beauty to come to me. After a few minutes, I heard the door creak open.

Covering my eyes with my arm, I pretended to be asleep. I felt the mattress dip as Tae climbed onto it, but I was startled when I felt his weight settle on top of me.

I moved my arm and saw Taehyung sitting on my crotch, his hands resting on my chest as he leaned down.

“I’m sorry, Hyung! I didn’t mean to ignore you. D-don’t ignore me, Hyung—it h-hurts,” Taehyung cried, tears falling freely onto my cheeks.

I can’t stay mad at him.

I sat up and hugged him, stroking the back of his head as he clung to my shirt and sobbed on my shoulder. Gradually, his cries turned into sniffles, and he finally looked up at me with his tear-stained face.

Wow.

“H-Hyung! How can I make it up to you? I-I’ll do anything, please!”

“Anything?”

He nodded, a small smile on his lips.

Okay, then.

“Give Hyung a kiss.”

“W-What?!”

“Fine,” I huffed, pretending to be upset again.

Suddenly, he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek.

“D-Done!” he exclaimed, his cheeks glowing red.

“Not here,” I replied, tapping my lips. “Here.”

He blushed but complied, giving me a quick peck. Unsatisfied, I grabbed the back of his head and smashed our lips.

His lips were tightly shut, so I pulled back and gestured for him to open his mouth. As soon as he did, I leaned back in, letting my tongue explore his wet cavern. He lightly punched my chest, probably signaling he was out of breath.

I pulled back with a loud plop, a string of saliva connecting our swollen lips.

Taehyung’s cheeks were still wet with tears, and he panted lightly, his lips glistening and red.

Beautiful.

I gave him a small peck and gently laid him down on the bed, wrapping him in my arms and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. He snuggled closer to me and soon drifted into a deep sleep.