Love and Lies || TaeKooK

4-the inevitable

                    
                            •Love and Lies•
      "do you perhaps have a chocking kink or    
                                    something?"
   ~•~

Taehyung sighed, he had already finished his dinner and was getting ready to go back to sleep. He wasn't in the mood to be dealing with jungkooks nonsense. Heck he wasn't in the mood to do anything.

This is not how he wanted his summer at his cousins to be. And it's only the first day, yet he wishes to go back home. This damn place is cursed. Has to be. If he stays here any longer, worse may happen.

Why did this have to happened to him? Did he ask for a mate? No. Especially not this damn hot headed mother fucker called jungkook who only wants to only ever spar with him.

Taehyung here is at a loss. He never wanted any of this. He wanted peace not problems, but his life never wants peace, it wants problems, always.

Why didn't he see this misfortune happening? Because back in Ash, every time he went outside, something bad or unpleasant, something he doesn't like happens. That's why he sort of enjoyed being in solitude. People are drama, too much drama and fever found humans likeable from the way he observed them. 

Taehyung plopped on his bed, caressing his numb temples in defeat when he heard jungkook open his door.

Jungkook huffed, "Why didn't you come?"

Taehyung ignored him, facing opposite to jungkook.

"I said why didn't you come?!" Jungkook growled, pinning taehyung on his bed. He was now on top of taehyung straddling him, his hands pinned on the bed.

Taehyung looked at him boringly, though his wolf was screaming. It didn't like being dominated. Taehyung though, resisted the urge to dominate jungkook. But of course, wouldn't jungkook have the same problem.

Taehyung realized how hard this was going to be. An alpha and an alpha. How are they going to work? Not that he cares.

"You are very aggressive," Taehyung said, unlocking his hands from the others hard grip. "Damn, my wrists hurts. And I did not agree to meet you anywhere," he said as he caressed them, moving into a seated position, his back on the bed headrest.

Jungkook was too angry to even realize he was sitting on Taehyung's lap when he gripped his coller, gritting his teeth. Taehyung, this phony, ignored him. This mother fucker is acting like there's no problem here.

"Oh are you scared I'll beat your ass since we'll be in a more colossal area?" Jungook scoffed, grinning. He was confident, in fact, more than confident that if they fight again, he will beat taehyung. All he has to do is get the other to fight him, but he keeps refusing. That bastard!

Taehyung rolled his eyes, "As if. Litsen carefully loser, I, Kim Taehyung, will not fight a loser like you."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Jungkook snapped, almost chocking taehyung by his collar.

Taehyung coughed, "Do you perhaps have a chocking kink or something?" Taehyung asked nonchalantly with a smirk, because jungkook always seems to grab him by his collar.

Jungkook furrowed his eyes, scrunching in disgust. "No. Shut up and just fight me."

"I think you do," Taehyung said seductively, his voice softer and deeper. His eyes locked with jungkook so as to convice him while his hands traveled upwards slowly, until he wrapped his hands around jungkooks neck. Jungkook was caught offguard, he was busy questioning the others eyes. What could they meam? that he didn't know he was being decieved. Jungkook almost thought he actually had a choking kink by the way taehyung said it, especially when taehyungs large smooth hands, hugged his neck, not tightly yet not lightly.