UNDER HIS SPELL { taekook }

一 ; ０９

The breeze was cold, peaceful. The chirping sounds that would echo throughout the city during daytime were now lacking. It seemed as though the birds had gone to sleep, and so did Jeongguk's unnerving thoughts.

He sat on the park bench, sky carbon colored, though he found there was something beautiful in its darkness. Because if he squinted hard enough he'd see the gentle glowing of distant stars. He wondered, within those unreachable stars, if there lived some sort of other world. A life similar to his. He wondered if the night there was serene. It all prompted calmness in him, urging his stresses away.

"Here." Jeongguk lifted his chin, gaze settling on his tiny best friend who held a cup out towards him.

"Thanks.." he hummed, grabbing the drink from Jimin's hand—tea he had requested from the cafe across the street, and reveled in the warmth the cup provided his palms. The boy took a seat beside him, legs stretching out across the pavement.

There was a pleasant silence between them. The numbness in Jeongguk's hands due to the wind was slowly dissipating, all thanks to the warm tea in his hands. He held the cup tightly, raised it to his lips for a sip, then leaned back against the sturdy park bench to enjoy the night beside the blond boy.

"I can't believe you..." Jimin spoke up after a moment of the two quietly enjoying their mellow drinks. "I leave you alone for a mere few hours and you're out here committing crimes."

Jeongguk snorted out a low whine, a cute frown tightening on his face. "Crimes? Now that's a bit extreme, isn't it?" He had debated for a while after parting ways with Taehyung if he should tell his best friend all about the day he'd had. But ultimately the boy knew he couldn't keep anything from Jimin. He was his rock; offered advice whenever he needed it, and was always there if he needed to vent or cry. He valued the blond male's thoughts on everything, even consulted him often before making any online purchases decisions, because he was curious as to whether or not his friend would agree with his tastes in clothing or home items.

"Trespassing a parking lot, vandalizing a poor businessman's vehicle by means of painting over it, and public sex..." Jimin whistled. "That's crime on crime on crime, my dude. You've been wilding out lately."

Jeongguk's face burned a crimson hue, hand jolting to strike at the other's shoulder with great strength. "Shh! That's- That's not what happened at all!"

"From what you've told me, that's exactly what happened, Ggukie," Jimin rolled his eyes, unaffected by the slap to his side. He was already quite used to the younger boy resorting to a little violence whenever he was embarrassed. "I told you... Kim Taehyung is bad news. You should've just stayed away from him. He'll only bring you trouble, and you-... Well your cop father won't be too happy to know you're involved with someone like that."

The younger boy relaxed his shoulders as he whined out a huffed breath, silently sipping at his drink while he listened to the other speak. He squirmed a bit at the hard seating the bench offered him, which wasn't helping the pain shooting up his ass every time he moved. Taehyung had fucked him good just hours ago, after all. He wasn't used to anything near his size, and his poor hole was still recovering.

"Whatever. How was the game with Hoseok?" He lowered his drink, quickly changed the subject by redirecting the topic of conversation towards Jimin instead. But when he turned to look at his friend, he noted immediately how the boy looked down, face turning blank. There was a lull in the wind, and by the complicated expression that had formed on Jimin's precious face, Jeongguk had already understood.

"Well... He told me that she's coming back to Korea next week," Jimin mumbled, nails digging to the cup in his hands. "You know... he only took me to the game because she couldn't make it."