|| Boy With Love || - kth.ksj

[ iii ]

[ WARNING: Curse Words, Physical Violence, Degradation ]

The sound of footsteps echo inside the narrow lane, making it seem like the only sound in midst of this big city, which is in a deep slumber right now.

Rings of smoke puffs out of my lips, filling the air in front of me with the poisonous breath of nicotine.

Impatient hands tug at my coat, a pair of lips skimming their way across my jaw.

"I don't like impatient people, pretty thing.", I warn the short boy who apparently can't keep his hands to himself.

I don't know who he is, or what his name is. I'm equally unknown to him as well. We just met at the bar, where I had served drinks to him and the group of his friends.

He flirted with me and I flirted back. We were both open about what we wanted and for how long. So the deal was fixed quite easily, no questions asked.

It's easier this way, I don't need to know him. He is just one of those many ways of being done with another cruel night. Much better than suffocating on my own thoughts and memories.

The boy retreats his hands, still following me as my feet guide both of us through the dark, dingy neighbourhood, where my apartment is situated.

I stop abruptly in front of the building as I spotted a familiar figure standing right beside the entrance.

After taking a few conscious steps, I most probably heard my heart thumping against my ribcage.

Not just a familiar figure, it's a very familiar person.

"Seokjin.", I whisper, my breath hitching when he takes a number of small but determined steps towards me.

After almost 2 years.

683 days to be exact, I might've counted all this while.

"Why are you here?", I hardly manage to keep my voice steady, a lump forming inside my throat.

This can't be real, right?

"How did you-"

"We can save that for later.", he takes the cigarette from my hand, tossing it near his feet before crushing it beneath his left foot. "Aren't you going to invite me into your home?"

"Seokjin.", I call his name again, more to make myself aware of the fact that all of this is real. All of this is actually happening.

He is here. Right infront of me.

I take a small, sharp breath. "You shouldn't be here, Seokjin." I just want to call his name, again and again. It feels so strangely relieving to know that he can hear me calling his name, finally.

"Why? Am I interrupting something?", he glares at the boy behind me, whom I had forgotten for a few moments.

"We are not supposed to meet each other, Seokjin. Understand.", I try to bring his attention back to me.

His sharp eyes and tightened jaws as he stares at the short guy, it honestly makes me scared for the poor boy.

"Understand?", he snaps at me. " I can not understand you at all! You said you will come back. And then you didn't! You should be ashamed. You promised me."

"Hold on, hold on!", the boy pipes in all of a sudden, running his hands along Seokjin's right shoulder in a slow, painfully seductive way. "Chill down, handsome..."

I close my eyes, my fists flexing on their own. "Listen.", I grab at the boy's arm. A swift drag was enough to create distance between him and Seokjin.

"You can go now."

"What?", his eyes widen like saucers, betrayal and humiliation written all over his expressions. "B-but we-"

"I said you can go. Goodnight.", I say firmly, pointedly and he huffs. Rolling his eyes, he throws a glare at Seokjin before walking his way back through the lane.

I feel a punch being thrown on the side of my shoulder.

"So this is what you do, huh?", he seethes, throwing constant punches on my chest, a number of them are forceful and full of pure anger, but most of them are just… weak and complaining.

"I kept waiting for you but you never came back. It was the police instead! You broke the promise. You have moved on with your life and I'm... I'm still stuck!"

"Which you shouldn't be!", I grip both of his arms, jerking him towards myself. "We are not old friends who will hang out with each other, Seokjin. I don't even know how you found me but, You. Should not. Be here. It has been 2 years, for God's sake! This is not how it's supposed to be after all this time."

"But this is how it is, Tae!" I don't think I've ever loved listening to anything else more than my name in his soft, honey like voice. I want to listen to it even more, all the time.

"You wanted me to behave, right?", he heaves and I feel my heart constricting the very moment he gets on his knees, without a care about the neighborhood, the entire world, infact.

"No, Seokjin...", is all I can muster to force out of my lips before he looks up at me with those soft brown, doe eyes of his, which are shimmering with unshed tears right now.

I want those tears to fall down his beautiful, flushed cheeks. I want to make him cry and sob. I want to tear him apart, make him whole and then do it all over again.

"Seokjin, please.", Yes. Maybe for the first time in my life, I'm begging. That's all I can do to him at this point.

"You wanted me to stay in my place, right?", And he ignores my plea, lowering and leaning his head, so that his forehead can rest against my right thigh. "I'm here only, Tae…"

My right hand goes into his hair, grasping at a handful of the soft strands as he gasps and makes a sound of something between a cry and a whine.

"I'm still here. I've always been..."

"Don't do this to me, Seokjin...", My fingers caress his scalp gently as I feel him leaving brief kisses on my thigh.

"Don't push me away this time, Tae-ah.", he looks up at my eyes once again, his face and ears red, both of his cheeks wet with tears and his hair mushed because of my hand.

The end of my existence himself.

"Fuck, Seokjin!", I tug at his hair harshly. "You want me to make you stay in place, my little slut? Even after all this time... you still want it to happen, huh?"

He smiles, weak and tired, nodding lazily as I run the pad of my thumb across his cheek.

"Yes. Yes, Tae. Tae-ah. Please... Please!"

I growl. "Such a slut! Still so desperate. So restless for me."

I make him stand up, forcing him against my chest as he clings onto me.

"You want me to show your place, Jin-ah...?", I whisper darkly against his ear, making him squirm in my arms.

So perfect, still so good for me.

"I will show you then."