|| Boy With Love || - kth.ksj

[ ii ]

[ WARNING: Abduction, Curse Words, Physical Violence. ]

The shabby walls of Joon hyung's secret abode welcomes us as I pull our car in front of the old, secluded, two storey house.

It is a perfect place to spend the night without getting caught, far away from the actual town and the people in it.

Halting the car, we get out of it and stand in front of the house. Joon hyung has given us the keys.

"Let me grab some food from the market.", Jungkook says right after unlocking the main door.

As he jogs out of our sight, I walk up to Seokjin, who is standing beside one of the very few windows this house has.

"You've become quiet. What's wrong?", I ask him cautiously, very much aware of the sudden shift in his behaviour since the night before yesterday.

He usually chatters nonstop with Jungkook-ah on the way but since yesterday, he has become exceptionally quiet.

Clenching his jaws, he shoots a glare at me. "Really?", he scoffs. "Well if you don't know, everything in my life is going wrong right now!"

"I don't understand, Seokjin. What are you playing at? What exactly is bugging you?", My voice come out as stern but I know I am just pretending.

I know what is bugging him. That I said no to him that night. He kept coaxing me, begging to me and Oh, does he beg in a extremely sweet way?! But I knew that if I gave in, if I went all the way, it would have been wrong.

A terrible mistake.

I shouldn't have gone to that extent in the first place, I should've been a lot more careful. But how can I be rational when he is around me?

He gets into my nerves, crawls inside my skin, keeps pushing me over the edge until I snap, until I just give in to his torture.

I can't function around him and it threatens me!

"I guess you forgot that I've been kidnapped? I don't know where you are taking me to, I don't know what you are going to do to me. I'm not even sure if I'm going to be alive or not-"

"You know we won't harm you. You know that very well, Seokjin.", I cut him off mid sentence, my hands itching to touch and caress his flushed cheeks as he fumes, breathing hard in anger and pent up frustration.

"No, I don't.", he grasps the front of my shirt, his face twisting into a pained, betrayed expression.

"I don't trust you. And why should I, can you tell me?", he breaths sharply, voice almost breaking in the end.

"I don't even know you. I know nothing about you! I want to go home, I just- I just want to go back!"

"To whom? Your father?", Suddenly I feel the blood inside my veins boil at the mention of him going back.

Maybe because I know it is inevitable. That's why I'm trying so hard to not give into that feral urge of pinning him against the wall and take him right here, right now.

Because he will have to return, he will have to start his life again. A normal life, away from these shabby houses, from the highway, from his dearest Jungkookie. Far… far away from me.

And I don't want to taint his memory with something that will suffocate him forever. I can't just own him, make him mine and then leave him on his own for the rest of his life.

I don't want to bind him with my memories.

But that doesn't mean that I want him to return. No. I don't want him to go. If I could, I would just tie him up, chain him, cage him between my arms and never let him go.

"That father of yours who doesn't even care if you're in your house at midnight or not. That millionaire father of yours who is letting some random kidnappers drag you across the whole country just so that he doesn't have to waste his money. You really think that he fucking cares?!"

A sudden pain stings across my cheek. It takes me a few nanoseconds to realize that he has just slapped me.

My left hand flies inside his hair almost immediately, gripping hard.

The sound that erupts from those pretty lips of his, is pure music to my ears.

"How do you think this is going to go, Seokjin?", my voice is a mere whisper, void of any emotions, but I know he can read the threat beneath it.

"Not good.", he exhales. "I don't want it to be good.",and then a smile tugs at the corner of his lips, snapping me out of the daze, making me realize how he is the one winning in this tug of war.

My phone goes off before I can react to him.

"Jungkook-ah."

'Hyung, get out of there.'

I frown at Jungkook's anxious tone. Something is not right.

"What? What is it?", I ask, my eyes fixed on Seokjin while his hand latches onto my left wrist, caressing it softly before planting his luscious, sinful lips against it.

'There are police on the way to the house. Hyung, I think they have probably found us. Get out of there, Hyung. Right now!'

"Wait for me.", I reply briefly before disconnecting the call.

"Where.", Seokjin asks quietly, still holding onto my wrist.

"Jungkook needs help. I'll be back.", I lie to him, blatantly. I have to, there's no way I can take him with me right now without getting caught.

"You never leave me alone.", he says, more to himself as I free my hand from his grasp.

"I will go with you."

I gulp at his tone. He has some kind of idea of what is happening. A very blurred idea, maybe. But it's enough to make his voice shake.

"Seokjin", I try but he cuts me off.

"Take me with you.", he pleads this time, clinging to my hand, forcing me to look at him.

"Don't be stubborn right now. It will just take a few minutes.", I can't look at him. I can't. I have to leave him behind at the end of everything.

I wish I had never met him.

"Take me with you, please!", he cries, clutching at my shirt.

It reminds me of that day, when we had forced him inside our car.

"Let me go, please!", he had cried that night. He sounds the same right now. The same fear, the same hollowness in his voice.

It's just that we had ripped him out of his usual life that night, and today I'm ripping his life out of him.

My heart twisted, nearly choking as I felt his lips on mine.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please!", he begs and he begs so... so prettily, I just want to bury myself in him.

I plunge my tongue inside his sweet cavern, plucking out a moan from him.

I wish it had been different. If only I could turn around the time, I would've become a decent person this time, away from the shadows of the crime world. I would've met him in the right way.

"I will be back in a few minutes.", I lie,  again, scaling my teeth across the expanse of his jaw, down to the base of his long, gorgeous neck.

"Stay here.", I take one last taste of his lips and turn around, leaving him behind, finally.

He doesn't say anything. Doesn't call me from behind or beg me to stop. And it breaks me from within to know that he will wait.

He will wait for me and I… won't come back.

I look back at him, just a glance and give him a smile, a silent apology, a brief confession.

It will be hard to forget you, maybe impossible. But I wish, you forget me as soon as possible.

Because I'm yours, Seokjin. I will always be your Tae.

But you can never be mine. You are just not meant to be mine.