-Kim Taehyung-
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{Chapter 13: Only me.}

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Waking up tangled up in the duvet and Jungkooks arms left my heart feeling warm and fuzy. His head was Nuzzled into my chest while my arms were tucked under the back of his shirt. I stared down into my chest seeing his pale face lightly showing from behind his raven locks, I began rubbing his back the smooth skin feeling different compared to my rough finger tips.

Looking over to the nightstand that had a alarm clock rested onto it the time left me feeling groggy. 9pm was in red, I let out a sigh realizing I over slept but then again its not like my mother would care. I pulled my phone out of my hoodie pocket turning it on to see if I had any messages.

Only one.

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Mother.

Mother:
Don't come home, your father showed up. He wants to speak to you, I told him you were out.

Delivered: 6:37

Taehyung:
Alright.

Delivered: 9:03
R

ead 9:04.

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Of course that would be the only reason she would text me, its not surprising that my father showed up right after that incident in class. The boy seemed to be very shy and to himself from what I observed, besides me he didn't bother talking to people in class.

I lifted my arm up pulling down the sleeve, the room only  illuminated from the walk in closet light Jungkook left on by accident.

Old scars danced on my arm with every twist of my wrist,these scars being from 6 months ago the longest I've been clean. It made me proud seeing them faded knowing its because I stood strong and held back from doing it again.

"How old are those?" I heard a voice that was husky ask, Jungkooks head was still  resting on my chest his face lit from the light casting from the closet.

"6 months ago...They're old." I spoke in a whisper, I saw his hand reach out to touch my tanned arm covered in faint white lines. His soft fingers trailed over them like he was caressing them.

"People always make liking someone with scars something so romantic, but I see it as a tragic thing. Because what if one day you are the reason the person turns the white lines to red like they once were?" His voice came out strong but it was calming like when you sit in front of a fireplace and are greeted by the warm blaze, but in this case the warm blaze was Jungkooks voice.

"True. But what if you're the reason they forget about the scars? What if you're the reason they continue to smile and laugh? You never know what happens."

He looked up at me his fingers stopping its caressing. I kept staring at his frozen hand and my arm, the reason I did it was for my own selfish reason and I can never take that back.

"You're right...I would just be scared because I'm that type of person. I'm that type of person who worries about a person to the point I get scared." He replied with droopy eyes.

I moved my arm down to rub my face trying to rub away the sleep away, Jungkook stared at me with a deep look. He grabbed a hold of my wrist tightly, he sat up in the bed pulling me up along with him.

"I'm about to do the most Chic thing ever so don't laugh." He said a smile firmly placed onto his face showing off his bunny like teeth. He rolled my other sleeve up further showing off my other arm that looked the same, I casted my gaze to the other side in fear of what his reaction was.

I felt his soft lips touch my arms causing me to quickly look at him my eyes going wide. He was kissing over my mistakes

I closed my eyes allowing the feel of his lips wash away all my anxiety, allowing the small kisses distract me from the fear of Jungkook seeing me any different. His kisses felt like fire dancing across my skin, he switched to my other arm continuing the same thing his free left hand rubbed the arm he was once kissing. Jungkook soon intertwined our hands like rope, he soon stopped kissing my arm causing me to squeeze my eyes shut.

"Taehyung... Open your eyes." His voice was a soft gentle melody, my eyes opened reveling Jungkook close to my face.

He grabbed my hand that was intertwined with his kissing my scarred knuckles from accidents. Jungkook kissed my other hand before leaned forward and kissing my lips.

Kissing Jungkook was like diving into cool water with a fire in your chest, the water made a galaxy of feelings. His lips moved quickly and hastily against my own, his hands slid up my arms to rest onto my shoulders. We both pulled apart, breathing heavily but that didn't stop Jungkook from attaching his lips to my neck causing me to lean my head back in pleasure. He pulled my body closer making me turn so my back was facing the door him and I were right in front of each other making it easier for both of us

He pulled my hoodie down a bit revealing my prominent collar bone, teeth grazed it before his lips began to kiss and tongue trailing over the place his teeth once trailed across. I knew that at this point I was gonna have a mark but I didn't care, in this moment I was his and he was mine. I didn't care how people at school would stare at it cause  this moment I wanted Jungkook to leave pretty marks on my skin.

My hands trailed up to the back of his neck before running them up into raven colored hair giving a bit of a tug. I heard a soft groan leave his lips, making a smile crawl up onto my pink lips, that noise from Jungkook made my body shiver in content.

Because at this moment... Only me Kim Taehyung made him feel like that.

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🏳thank you for reading chapter 13😄

Like Jungkook said, he hates when people make scars and depression romantic. That's why he didn't only kiss his scars but he kissed Taehyung and left marks on him as a way to say "these marks are beautiful."
Compared to the ones on his arms.

Edited by me 💘