"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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A week had flown by.
The days seemed to be moving quicker than Jeongguk was used to; days of bringing Kim Taehyung food or cooking him meals, and nights he'd spend moaning out his name, clawing his nails into the man's large silky back. They've surely gotten much closer, had shared more intimate moments unlike anything Jeongguk had ever felt before. Truthfully speaking, he wasn't very experienced in the sex department seeing as he and Seojun hadn't made love quite like this. And yet, he couldn't say those moments with Taehyung were love. Surely, it was much too early for that. They were not lovers, but rather friends who sought out intimacy in each other. And these were moments that would end with the two regaining their breaths over Taehyung's mattress, patiently waiting for a return in energy that would end in either Jeongguk saying a sweet goodbye or a round two of the males becoming one.
Taehyung's body seemed to recover quickly. Jeongguk had learned that about him. During his days with him he'd also learned that Taehyung was a big eater, and that his morning voice alone was enough to make him hard. So deep, so sultry. Jeongguk would tremble every single time, without fail.
Yet, as soon as Taehyung had recuperated his strength he'd insisted on looking after himself again. The last time Jeongguk had seen him, they had promised to meet in English class, as usual. The boy had been excited to finally see him in class and sit behind him again, so much that he woke up an hour earlier just to pick out a nice outfit and take his time getting ready. Because he knew, when Taehyung walked into that classroom after being gone for so long, everyone would welcome him back like the beloved school heartthrob he was. And Jeongguk just had to be ready for the moment Taehyung would look him directly in his eyes and greet him sweetly, (he liked to think he wouldn't kiss him in front of everyone, as the two weren't quite a couple) earning the attention of others.
Well, he'd rather not catch the attention of any of his classmates, really. But he figured it'd be inevitable hanging around a man like Kim Taehyung.
Though one could imagine his surprise when he walked into the classroom that day and Taehyung had been absent. Again. Jeongguk texted him something short and sweet, a simple 'are you alright?' that had never received a response. He had visited his apartment, stood right outside his door and had patiently rung the bell a total of five times at precisely one-minute intervals before finally giving up and calling it a day.
That was six days ago. Six days of not hearing from Kim Taehyung, after all those days they'd spent growing closer together. Felt each other's skin, tasted their tongues. Jeongguk had thought they had developed something... special. Intimate. And now? Nothing from him.
"Gguk?" A voice tore right through his inner thoughts. The boy lifted his head from the textbook he'd been paying no genuine attention to, coming to realize his surroundings once again. He was sat at the school's outside tables, a latte with melting ice cubes to his right and his two closest friends sitting across from him. "Question number four, you idiot! What'd you get?" Jimin's infamous pout was evident on his face, narrowed brows of frustration as well as perked eyes fixated on him.
