The taste of Taehyung's lips merges well with alcohol. It amplifies the underlying sweetness concealed by bitter, intoxicating tang. The flavour induces an entirely new kind of high; it feels as though Jungkook can whisk Taehyung away and bring him to cotton candy skies, to a place far, far away from their cold reality of rejection and too-perfect neighbourhoods.
Jungkook thirsts for more and wants to chase the clouds, and he thinks that if he brings Taehyung's face closer to his, he'll be able to fly beyond the stars and give him the sun.
Taehyung leans in, lips dripping with questions unsaid: Will someone see? Will they beat us up? Will they hurt me? Will they hurt you? Is this real? Are we real? What are we? Do you love me?
Jungkook answers in simmering kisses on the sunset-haired boy's lips. I love you. I love you. I won't let anybody hurt you.
The two pull away from each other, gasping for air after drowning in each other's indulgences. Jungkook searches Taehyung's eyes for any sign of mischief; for that ever-present glint that always means there's something else, there's a prank waiting to be revealed, or a punchline hanging in the air. He looks and stares and squints, but he never finds the playful spark. All he sees is a fire encased in his dark brown irises, burning and aching and wanting.
"Jungkook," Taehyung murmurs.
"Tae," Jungkook whispers back. They speak as if their names are secrets they keep to themselves. Jungkook reaches out to caress the line of Taehyung's jaw. The latter closes his eyes and sighs in content, the warmth of his breath rousing a riot in the pit of Jungkook's stomach.
Taehyung tilts his head to the side, opening his eyes. They widen upon fixating on something they spot behind Jungkook. He instantly coils away from Jungkook's touch, scrambling to his feet and dusting himself off. He bends down to collect the empty glass bottles previously laid down on the concrete.
"What's wrong?" Jungkook asks, rising to his feet to help Taehyung pick the bottles up. The latter refuses to look him in the eye. Jungkook scowls. "Taehyung, what's wrong? What's going on? What did you see?"
Taehyung's hands begin to shake; they only experience a mild, nervous tremor at first, but as the minutes tick, they lose composure altogether and release the bottles. The bottles fall to the ground and shatter harmoniously in one drop. Taehyung's eyes begin to brim with tears, and Jungkook still can't understand whatever the fuck is going on, until—
"Jungkook?" It's Aunt Jane.
Jungkook turns around upon hearing his name in his aunt's voice. His eyes find her standing on her porch. She's squinting, and her hands are on her hips. Her hair is tangled by five hours of resting her head on her pillow, and her silk nightgown is mostly hidden behind a pale cardigan.
"What are you two doing there?" she asks, not the smallest bit suspicious.
"T-Taehyung broke the bottles we drank from," he immediately replies, the alcohol having completely wrecked his ability to fabricate more family-friendly alternatives to their actual takeaways from the night. He bites down on his lip upon realising this.
Taehyung drops to his knees and picks up the broken shards. Jungkook notices the small wounds and punctures the shards are forming on Taehyung's skin as the boy picks up the glass and kneels down to help him out. When he tries to reach out to Taehyung—seeing he's already accumulated a number of wounds—Taehyung slaps his fingers away. Jungkook retreats his hand.
"I-Is there something I did wrong?" Jungkook asks, voice dropping an octave so as not to raise any concerns from Aunt Jane, who is still standing rather firmly on her porch. "Taehyung, let me help you."
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you and me, we're bumper cars (taekook ff)
Fanfiction"The more I try to get to you, the more we crash apart." After a myriad of mistakes committed in his leather jacket with a cigarette between his teeth, Jungkook finds himself exiled to his aunt's house in a quiet, faraway town for the summer. Nothin...
