Hide & Seek ➤ Taekook/Vkook

Chapter 18

𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚
𝑷𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆,
𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕

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"All I wanna do right now is fuck you, Lili. Niiice and gooood. Not at all boring, I swear."

"You won't regret this after sobering up. Will you?"

"Fucking my girlfriend will be the last thing I'll regret."

"Really?...I love you."

Lisa took a deep breath and kissed Jungkook, their lips starting to move slow at first, but in the next moment Jungkook's fingers were travelling past her already open nightshirt, over her bare back and waist as he used his tongue in the kiss— just like he could remember Taehyung doing.

Lisa allowed him in with a moan, hastily taking off the denim jacket from his body while he chased the feeling Taehyung had given him for a brief moment, that fiery warmth on his lips, that luscious electric burn on his tongue, that ache to get even closer because close hadn’t been close enough. But he just couldn't. Even when he heard a metal clanking, indicating that Lisa was unbuckling his belt, he felt none of that. Not the slightest of goosebumps, or something even a tad bit close to the body-on-fire sensation that Taehyung could cause with just a touch, sometimes with just a look.

Rather a strange feeling crept up his back, something like that of invasion, as if he was allowing Lisa to get way too close, letting her do way more than was appropriate. He felt his stomach churning in an unpleasant way, like he was going to throw up if he kept kissing her for any longer.

But he still tried. He tried his best to make himself believe that it was just the heavy amount of alcohol that was causing the nausea. He tried to push out the words Seokjin had said to him about feeling unfulfilled with his partner, the dreams he had, lewd images of Taehyung flashing through his head every other millisecond— all of it, repeating to himself that he was simply overthinking the whole situation. He was still straight.

He really tried.

And yet he had to stop. No matter how much he didn't want to do so, he abruptly stopped moving his lips, pulling away from Lisa as soon as he felt her tugging at the waistband of his jeans, her fingers lightly grazing against his crotch, likely intended to tease him— except it did the exact opposite, grossing him out.

"What's wrong?" Lisa panted, eyebrows furrowed as she looked bewildered with the sudden distance.

"I...I'm...I'm s-sorry." Jungkook gulped, looking everywhere but at her.

Why wasn't anything happening to him? He was supposed to be aroused by now, his cock hard. But no. Just like the previous two or three times, he was here again, stopping Lisa right before things got further. Why? He himself wanted it this time. He himself asked for it. Then why did he-

His train of thoughts got cut off when he heard something like a low whimper, followed by Lisa's voice coming out in whispers,

"Is it me, Jungkook?" Jungkook looked at her with a small frown, "Is something wrong with me? Do I...Am I not appealing enough to you?"

She looked up at him, lower lip slightly trembling, eyes about to glisten from tears and the sight broke Jungkook, his heart aching from utter guilt.