Touch Of The Poor

㉙Yes, You Do

"No, I'm sorry that you had to do this alone, Kook." He made his way into his hug again, clasping him tightly.

"It's okay," he drawled and planted a sugary kiss on his exposed shoulder.

"It's not." His voice came out broken as a sob rose up his throat, his emotions going wild inside him, the reason unknown.

Once Jeongguk heard the faint crack in his voice, he pulled back, alarmed, and held his downcast face. "Don't cry about me, Tae," he whispered as he swiped his thumbs over his cheeks, collecting the first tears that leaked out of his eyes.

"I'm sorry." He sniffled, trying to suppress his unreasonably emotional state. "I want to make you feel better and I don't know how."

"Seeing you cry definitely doesn't make me feel better."

"I'm sorry." He drew in deep puffs of calming air, succeeding in diminishing his sudden outburst of tears.

"Stop apologizing. I won't hesitate to push you off this bed," Jeongguk said, somewhat frustrated, but to his surprise, he received a throaty chuckle from him.

"Now I want to see if you're really gonna do it."

"I won't do it because I don't want to hurt you," he said, and in a split second, he noticed a grin spreading on his lips.

"That's my Kookie." He giggled and threw himself on him, forcing him to lie down as he straddled him, their bodies pressed together.

"Your Kookie?" he questioned with raised brows as his hands traveled to his small waist and held onto it loosely.

Taehyung wiped a few teardrops from his cheeks and supported himself with his hands, gazing down at him. "Yes."

"I'm yours?" He saw the black-haired boy nod vigorously with a goofy smile on his lips. "Since when?"

"I don't know, but you are." He chuckled. "You're the best friend in the whole world," he chirped as he wrapped his arms around him again, missing how Jeongguk's expression changed into a blank one the moment these words left his mouth.

It stung — there was no doubt about that. These words took his heart and twisted it painfully. They disillusioned him in a rather merciless way, and they left him to wallow in a bitter void. It did sting, but he never thought it would sting that much.

Taehyung drew back to look at him as the other didn't respond to his hug. "What's wrong?"

"What?"

"You didn't hug me back."

"Do I have to hug you back every time you hug me?"

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Fine, I'll just give my hugs to other people who want them," Taehyung tossed off, indifferent, as he slipped off him.

"Oh, yeah? Like who?" Jeongguk sat cross-legged in the bed, staring at him with a raised scornful brow.

"None of your business." He shrugged as he folded his arms over his chest and snapped his head away from him.

"Who wants your hugs, Tae?"

"Many will once I become a model."

"What are you talking about?"

"Your hyungs offered me to become the model for their next photoshoot. And I will say yes."

"No, you won't," he snarled as he shook his head, feeling an unexpected wave of rage simmer inside him.

Taehyung huffed at his remark. "Why?"