"I wish I'd have never even met you," Jeongguk spat, hand pumping just a bit faster, his tongue moving swiftly towards the other male's tip.
"Be quiet and swallow my fucking children, you slut."
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"And we laugh into the microphone and sing, ♪ With our sunglasses on, to our favorite songs...♪ "
"I-I, uhm..." The words left Jeongguk in pathetic stutters as he struggled to form a single sentence in front of the painfully oh-so good looking man, who kept his large hand delicately against his cheek. Up close he was even more handsome, more intimidating, more alluring. He smelled of cigarettes and fresh grass, the scent somehow enticing the boy's nostrils. He thought he'd very much enjoy this smell as a cologne, so he could wear it always, immerse in all its glory.
Jeongguk felt himself blushing, and he didn't know why. He wasn't used to anyone else touching him like this gently. Anyone that wasn't—
A rugged laugh pierced its way into the air, and Jeongguk looked up with widened eyes at the sound. There was a wild smirk on the stranger's face, and Jeongguk wasn't sure how to calm the butterflies violently swarming his insides. Wasn't sure why his body was so responsive towards him. This stranger before him; an unknown entity he felt oddly drawn towards.
"Well, no.." The man's tone was stagnant, the look in his eyes obscured of unfeigned emotion despite the somewhat amused grin. "You don't have to tell me." The minute his hand lowered from Jeongguk's face, the boy felt he could finally breathe properly. He watched as the man's head tilted to the side in intrigue, and there was a moment of more prolonged silent staring before the stranger was digging into his pocket and pulling his phone out. Then, with a tap of his finger the music seeping through the speakers like sweet honey had come to a halt.
"I'm Kim Taehyung," he spoke without looking to his phone, not daring to cease peering to the boy in front of him, "And you... don't seem to be having a lovely night today, pretty boy." He took two steps backwards and quirked a brow up, his gaze strongly asserting his dominance, and the other male felt utterly shy under such inspecting eyes. "What's your name?"
Jeongguk swallowed. He was quite the naive and innocent boy, but even he knew the basics of staying safe alone at night—not to give anyone his real name or any personal info about him. But there was something in the man's eyes that rendered logical thinking practically useless in that head of his. Because before he knew it, he was spouting his full name loud and clear.
"J-Jeon Jeongguk.."
There was a click of tongue against teeth. "Jeon Jeongguk..." The man's grin was back on his chiseled lips. "I know just what you need."
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"Where, uhm... Where are we going?" Jeongguk let out in a small voice, following after the stranger with the beautiful name and equally beautiful face—Kim Taehyung, who pretended not to have heard the boy's question.
