Smoke Me.

Chapter 23: Morning Ink

"What are you doing to my son?! Let him go!" Jungkook's mother screamed, sobbing, hitting above my arched back with the all strength she could collect in two small fists.
"Did we cause you any harm? What have we done to our son to end up like this?! Tell me!" His father screamed from a chair, covering his expression.

"WE LEFT HIM ALONE WITH THIS MONSTER! THAT'S WHAT WE DID!"

I was watching, naked, bent over Jungkook's black and blue body for the bloodshot eyes and tear-stained face to leave my sight.

That was until Jungkook reached out his hand to touch my cheek, smiling.

"Don't listen to them, Namjoon. This is what I want. What I deserve. Don't you want to kill me too?"

His hand fell by his limp body, nose bleeding, and eyes unfocused.

Something within me knew he was now dead. And there was nothing I could do about it.

When Mrs. Jeon shook me awake at about eight AM on a Sunday with a clean, tweaked with light make-up face it was as if I had just landed in a parallel reality.

"Good morning." She whispered.

I blinked several times, immediately feeling the dryness of both lips and neck.

"Morning," I whispered back with a dying voice.

"Wake Jungkook up too. The pancakes are ready." She smiled widely, leaving the room like a ray of sunshine that shouldn't overstay its visit.

'Why didn't she wake him up herself?' Is the question that came up whilst I unglued my body from Jungkook's naked chest.

"Fuck."

'We didn't do anything last night...didn't we? But she wouldn't know that either way. And this sure looks...suspicious.'

"Jungkook...wake up." I proceeded to shake the also half-naked boy back and forth slowly at first and then so fast that he actually opened one eye just to look at me accusatorily.

'Don't overreact. It might just look like I wanted the bed all to myself. Yeah. Like I'm used to sleeping alone and Jungkook just happened to be swept under my favorite sleeping position: the starfish.'

"I'm awake..." He complained, still, clearly ready to fall back asleep.

"Pancakes," I uttered, unsure if I should tell him about the human expresso that woke me up in less than three seconds.

'Wait...usually, but not always...was I hugging him in my sleep again? I don't remember. God fucking dam...'
"Namjoon, do you like sugar in your coffee?" She asked quietly from the cracked door.

'Why is she still whispering?!'
"No. Thank you."
"Good for you. That's healthier."
I was smiling whilst I released her son's torso which fell right back on the bed with a thud.

'Did she see that too? Did I look desperate to wake him up? To tell him that we just got caught? Is she just laughing at me in the kitchen?!'

"Jungkook. Wake up. Now."
I shook hard. He was trying to roll away from my arms and succeeded in almost falling off the bed.

'Fine. Be that way.' I thought, checking if the door was still closed.

And after five seconds of silence, I concluded: 'You leave me no alternative.'

So, I leaned down, wet my lips, and then bit the only part that I was sure she wasn't going to see.

The inner thighs.

"Mother of all that's Cursed! Nam...!" I covered his mouth a little bit later than I would've liked.

"Shh..." I tried.