HARSHER THAN RED || VKOOK

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                    Part 2 : Need

Taehyung does not know how long he has been out but when he wakes up, it's to a sensation of something cold touching his dry lips.

He wraps his burning tongue around the feeling. It's cold and metallic. Pleasant against the hot appendage.

Taehyung drags his heavy lids in the darkness of the stagnant room.

A dark silhouette sits adjacent to him in what seems to be his study chair. They hold a glass. Taehyung tries to blink his eyes open and the steel of the spoon touches his lips again, beckoning to part them so he can be fed the little amount of salty water.

"H-yung" Taehyung rasps with difficulty. His throat still burns from dehydration.

His eyes can make out glimmering piercings dotting the outer shell of their ears, dangling when they jerk at the sound of his voice.

Well it's definitely not his aunt. They look too sturdy and stocky to be her, and Taehyung is almost glad.

"Jiminie, is t-hat...is that you?" Why won't they answer to Taehyung. He tries to reach for their hands in the shallow darkness, face obscured save the faint traces of an angular  jawline and the hands which draw themselves away from Taehyung's touch.

It's most definitely not Jimin.

Taehyung inhales breathless.

The smell of ripe peaches with the raw hints of freshly chopped up sandalwood spills onto him from the blasted chair.

A blasted chair with an equally blasted person occupying it.

Taehyung is not scared. Not at all when he tries to sit up, squinting at the shadow even though he would never miss that smell even in his fuckin deathbed.

"H-ow the fuck did you.."

He is cut off rudely as usual.

"Your dumbass left the window open."

Of course. Why the fuck not. Expect Jeon pompously prolific ass hole Jeongguk to climb up the damn pipes at the dead of night just to throw his piss ass snarks at him when he can't even properly counter attack.

Taehyung's aunt only thinks he is being a paranoid idiot when he yelped at the mention of opening the windows to let the "clear air in". "Taetae, it would help you with the temperature a little bit and I've already called Jimin for you."

"Help."

Help his ass. He's never trusting these women ever. EVER.

"I hope your hands aren't hurting Kim."

Jeongguk is off the chair when he leans ahead to touch Taehyung's hands. His scent spirals around Taehyung in rolled out waves, soothing over his own smell of bittersweet lust and arousal.

His hands? Taehyung flinches only to be met with resistance. Something heavy drops low inside his stomach.

"What the fuck is that?What the hell are you doing?" He rattles his hands. Clinking sounds bleed into his room.

Jeongguk laughs at him. A clear tinkling sound. Watches Taehyung struggle with that same morbid mirth, sharp canines and snake bites jutting out of his plush lips.

"Couldn't really enjoy my damn cuppa since your whiny ass wouldn't stop distress calling me" Jeongguk lies casually.

"I wasn't fucking calling for you, I was CALLING for Jimin you fucked up rascal!" Taehyung tries to sit up but it's all in vain when the metal digs into his skin more making it ache and ache.

"Let.Me.The fuck outta this"-it's a demand this time.

"You think you're in a position to command me Kim?" Jeongguk is suddenly on his face, just a few inches away from his knocked over form.

Taehyung wants to punch him, he absolutely would have if his hands weren't fuckin shackled. "And it's not like I wanted to see your face" He lowers his mouth to Taehyung's ear as if sharing a secret "You needed me." His breath is soft and cold against
Taehyung's heated skin.

"Jimin, where is Jimin?" He shudders. A different kind of panic twirling up in his body. He doesn't feel so good.

"Why? Do you want his tiny slimy hands all over your pathetic body, or do you want his ass all to yourself now that you've finally gained the balls to express your feelings for him in your first rut" Jeongguk's face is away from his own for a second and Taehyung can find himself letting out his held breaths in rapidity, mind numb with excruciating pain and libido skyrocketing when he's so fuckin near his mate in his first rut.

His mate.

A mate who disgusts him, a mate who's everyday routine consists of making Taehyung's life a living hell, a mate whom he does want but is shackled to anyways.

A mate who's hovering over him.

Jeongguk touches him where he least expects him to.

"Or do you want him to touch your virgin cock Taehyungie." The sarcasm in his mockery is venomous but Taehyung can't seem to respond when his ragged groan hitches in his mouth.

"Oh won't you like that, his tight little omega cunt sucking your cock in even though he has two goddamn mates!" Taehyung can't really process what Jeongguk keeps spewing, lips snarled as he mouths Taehyung's throat, scraping his teeth ever so slightly on the unmarked hollow base.

Those metal balls on Jeongguk's lips  zap electric underneath Taehyung's overheated skin. His eyes slip shut against his own will and Jeongguk's arms loop around his waist, holding him in place when he somehow tries to jostle him off his abdomen.

"Don't...d-don't touch me" It's a feeble protest no match against Jeongguk's gym rat pureblood strength. He doesn't let go of Taehyung. Just latches onto him more.

Then his hands trail down and down and Taehyung's threadbare underwear is off his waist and being slided out of his dangling calves the next moment.

Taehyung's jaw almost falls open as Jeongguk's eyes drape down his body in a lingering once over.

"Mmh" tone thoughtful, "Well furnished for a virgin alpha huh?"

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Ma new address be hell though no doubt 😈❤