Hide & Seek ➤ Taekook/Vkook

Chapter 17

𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒚
𝑨𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆?
𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒚
𝑨𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆?

*****

"You're leaving?"

Taehyung heard Mijoo's sleep-laced voice as he put his clothes back on.

"Yeah." He shortly replied, quickly running his hands through his messy hair to somewhat fix it.

After Jungkook had left, he had stood there dumbfounded on the crowded pavement for almost ten minutes, not having any idea what he was supposed to do next, where he was supposed to go.

He couldn't go back to his brother's apartment; that door was closed for him for the night, whereas he didn't want to go back to the Jeons' that soon to have an obvious encounter with Jungkook's mom who would be unquestionably happy to know that her son was spending the night with his dear girlfriend. No, Taehyung didn't want to give her that happiness even though he loved her.

Therefore he had ultimately made up his mind to go back inside the club to finish what he had earlier started and Jungkook had ruined out of his unexpected (and unfair) jealousy.

The distraction was much-needed for Taehyung to temporarily rid his mind of the mess they had made. He would have to deal with it later anyway, then why waste the precious chance he had gotten? A chance to be completely alone, with nobody around to hold him back or keep an eye on him. He was free for a night, allowed to let his anger and pain and frustration out through a series of hard and rough thrusts into a pliant body underneath him. The face didn't matter.

So, that's what he had done— utilised the situation to its fullest as his catharsis. He had gone back to the dance floor again, found Mijoo, pretended to be apologetic for what Jungkook had done, got a few drinks with her and then fucked her in one of the rooms the club had in the second floor.

Now it was time for him to take his leave. He wasn't going to linger around Mijoo while she was in her postcoital bliss. He always considered it the most crucial moment of this whole 'process'. Encourage your partner's dopamine to take full control by staying and you're doomed, at least for a few weeks.

"Okay..." Mijoo trailed off with a disappointed tone, sitting up on the bed, the blanket bunched around her body up to her chest, "But is this it?"

"What?" Taehyung nonchalantly asked, sounding clueless, but he wasn't. This was all like a ritual to him now. He knew what was coming his way.

"You and I...? I mean, I like you." And there it was.

"Already?" Taehyung scoffed, looking at Mijoo with a lopsided grin, his left eyebrow cocked.

"Yeah..." She shrugged casually and Taehyung somehow stopped himself from scoffing again at that.

'I like you' – that should've rather been: 'I liked how nice you fucked me'. At least that's how he liked to keep most of his one-night-stand's, only bound within physical infatuation. Either the person on the other side never attempted to get to know him, or he didn't let them. He was sure they'd all back away in disgust if he showed them what Kim Taehyung really was like. So, it was better to let it stay as it was. He didn't mind...

...except on those rare days when he couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to have someone genuinely like you for the person you are and not just for your body, to have someone who would accept you even with all your flaws?