"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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The sound of something breaking.
Taehyung awakened from his sleep.
Then, a sound of unfamiliarity. He covered his ears, but he couldn't go back to sleep.
The pain in his throat was getting worse. He tried to cover it, but he didn't have a voice.
Today, he heard that sound again. But—
"——hyung..."
What...?
Was that, Jeongguk's voice?
"...—to... to talk..."
That's him. That's the sound of his voice. Jeon Jeongguk's voice.
He was here?
"—about it now—...never will..."
The sound of something ringing again.
And again, there was a crack on that frozen lake. He pushed past it, and emerged from its waters.
Or rather, the boy's voice had pulled him back from a dark place. And it was he, who had control again.
Taehyung's eyes fell closed. He held the side of his head with a trembling palm of his hand. It had been a while since his consciousness was so active, having been thrown back into the world that never seemed to agree with him. Never seemed to coax happiness toward him. The very world that he hadn't been able to face for days upon days upon days, because—well, why would he? There hadn't been any motive for him to anymore. And yet, upon his glorious return he was the one who remained still, following the shocking actions that V had done before him. The ringing in his head that had since fallen silent, as though having done nothing to be blamed for.
But it didn't take much for him to put two and two together.
When Taehyung had opened his eyes he saw Jeongguk, who was on the floor, blood cascading from his nose—evidence of impact. And the tears in his eyes. His shaky body. A sorrowful gaze. His suppressed sobs. The boy held his left cheek, where Taehyung could see remnants of reddened skin splashed over his face as though a brush to a canvas.
No. There was no way.
"Jeo—... Jeongguk.." He let out quietly, throat dry, an unease in his stomach as he sought to confirm his suspicions.
There was no way he'd just hurt the boy... was there?
Taehyung tried to calm his accelerating heartbeat. The throbbing in his chest had rendered him speechless, even. He felt like any second now, he could throw up from sheer frustration.
