"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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No.
"N-No please.." Jeongguk secured his pants over his waist, eyes widened as Taehyung moved towards the naked girl on his bed. He felt himself shake with dread, shutting his eyes tightly from the scene about to unfold in front of him.
A real man...? What did that even mean?
Jeongguk had no interest in, nor ever had the intentions of, having sex with a woman. Did that subtract from his masculinity? Well, he didn't quite know.
It wasn't like he was entirely ignorant to the real world. He knew from a young age that he wasn't like most boys his age. He understood that liking boys, other boys, boys like him, wasn't considered normal in the society he resided in. He knew from the way his parents used to tease him on the topic of girls and bringing them home. Knew from the way his stomach would churn when he pictured the look on his parent's faces when he told them he actually liked guys. Fortunately for him, Jeongguk was blessed with lovely parents. He'd brought Seojun home for dinner one night, and they immediately knew. Knew that he wasn't just a friend.
And Jeongguk's parents still loved their son, despite the fact that he'd never date girls.
So Jeongguk never thought much of it. Didn't fully realize his own privilege. Didn't know that other parents weren't always so understanding and couldn't always love their children so unconditionally. Still, he'd understood that he'd been fortunate.
Now, standing there on Taehyung's cold marble floor, a nauseous feeling at the pit of his stomach threatening to implode, Jeongguk was brought back down to reality. Because, even back in high school, it felt so normal to hold hands with Seojun in the halls or hug during a walk down the park. He never felt those eyes on them, the eyes of a judging society. He hadn't felt the need to hide because of who he was, because it was irrelevant to do so.
Reality had harsh ways of seeping back into his subconsciousness. Taehyung's eyes were dark, void, empty. Like he often remembered it. Throughout the days they'd been apart, Jeongguk had been clinging onto the rare moments the older would look at him with a glimmering gaze. Eyes that held calmness in its waves, serenity within its chaos. Jeongguk had gotten carried away in thinking he had tamed the enigma that was Kim Taehyung.
But that seemed to be far from the truth.
"N-No..." he repeated, voice falling to a whisper as he choked on his own ragged breathing. He didn't want this. Didn't want to watch whatever it was Taehyung had wanted to show him. But he couldn't look away, stood in horror and fear of his own predictions of what the man would do next. His heart was throbbing, bleeding, wailing with every pound.
"Taehyung.." the pink haired woman suddenly spoke in a sharp airy breath, her hands settling on the man's bare chest and sliding to grip his shoulders to detain him. "Hold on."
