Enemies with benefits - taekook

TWELVE

“Hey, are you alright?” Jungkook asked softly, and then helped the boy sit up. Eka and the other guy started laughing, having lost interest, and began walking away on their own.

V watched closely as Jungkook helped the kid stand up. “C'mon, do you need to go to the nurse?”

“N-no- I’m fine. My- my friend will help me out. Thank you.” The kid said softly, still looking quite scared because V was right there.

“Are you sure you’ll get back safely? I can drop you back-” Jungkook started, and the kid shook his head. “N-no. It’s fine. D-d-don’t worry. I-I’m sorry.” He said quickly, and then scurried off with tears in his eyes.

Jungkook saw the kid run off, and then heard V sigh behind him. “I.. I didn’t mean to d-do that-”

“I’m sure you didn’t mean to do that. You didn’t mean to call him a ‘fucking faggot’ and punch him for being gay, did you?” Jungkook said harshly, and then saw V look a little guilty, timid.

“They- they told me to-”

“Since when did you start doing what people told you to do? You were never the type to try and impress people. Clearly you did that because you wanted to.” Jungkook snapped, and then took a step closer to him.

“Do you know how- how pathetic that is of you? How goddamn ignorant and rude? You knowing me, and knowing I could’ve been that kid going through that shit, still did that? C'mon, V. What’s wrong with you?” Jungkook snapped, and V grabbed his arm.

“Keep your voice down. Listen- Jungkook, can we please just talk about this someplace private,” V said, and Jungkook scoffed.

“Why should I talk to you at all?” Jungkook snapped, but then V tightened his grip on his wrist and pulled him along, taking him up the stairs and to the dark 4th floor where the art room was.

“V, I don’t wanna go.” Jungkook snapped, and kept letting himself get dragged until they reached the cordoned off art room, which they entered, and then Jungkook pulled his arm back.

“I didn’t mean to hurt him. I felt really bad, but I’m honestly telling you, I didn’t punch him at all. I was just faking it.” V said, and Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Still, you shouldn’t have had to do that in the first place!”

“I know! I know I shouldn’t have- but- but you know how those guys get! And I’m so confused right now, Jungkook, going through literally everything a boy my age could be going through- and I know I shouldn’t have taken it out on that poor kid-”

“Then act like it, V! You’re such an asshole, stop bullying 14 year olds! How about you pick on someone your own size! Or better yet, don’t pick on people at all!” Jungkook snapped.

“Kookie, c'mon.” V said softly, borderline whining. “I’m sorry. I really am. I didn’t know it was going to happen, and honestly, I didn’t hurt him-”

“You did by saying the nasty things you did.”

“Jungkook-” V started, and Jungkook pushed him lightly. “Stop it! Let me get out of here and away from you, you asshole.”

V grabbed his arm. “Jungkook, baby don’t be this way. Just listen to me, please? You know I didn’t mean to-”

“Let me go, V.” Jungkook snapped, and then V sighed. “Okay, fine. But just stay here for 3 minutes, and let me talk it out.” V said, and Jungkook stopped and looked at him.

“Fine. But you only get 3 minutes to do whatever you need to. Go.” Jungkook said, and V sighed.

12 minutes later and Jungkook was sprawled on the art room table, trousers and boxers on the floor, white shirt unbuttoned all the way but still on. V was gripping his thighs tightly, breathing heavily while thrusting in a pace, his suit jacket on the floor, sleeves of his shirt rolled up.