💜 YOUR FATE IS WHAT WE MAKE 💜 (18+) TAEKOOK {complete}

Chapter 8

None too gently, he shoves the man with his foot in an effort to wake him. He's not moving. If Taehyung didn't know about Jungkook being an upgrade like him and about the process of cascading, he'd think the man was dead.

Jungkook's cheek is burying into the corrosive sand and there is an unexpected panic that builds inside Taehyung to get him to safety.

He looks around, checking every shopfront in turn until he comes to a stairwell that leads upstairs. He can just about make out some neon lights.

He tries to lift Jungkook. "For fuck's sake, how heavy can a person be!?!?" Huffing and puffing he manages to drag Jungkook into the stairway.

Taehyung has no credit, so he goes through Jungkook's pockets, feeling a bit sheepish about it.

"A-ha!" He finds a card with credit on it in Jungkook's pocket. He pops it in his own chest pocket and drags Jungkook up the stairs into the entrance of a small, dingy "love hotel". They are called such because people go and have sex in them, usually with prostitutes. Taehyung chuckles at the irony.

Taehyung doesn't worry about Jungkook's condition stopping them from getting a room, he knows there won't be questions asked, so long as there is credit.

"Your best room." Taehyung barks and holds the card against the machine in the wall to pay without even having asked for the price. He just hopes there is enough credit.

The woman behind the glass stares at them with dull eyes very much in contrast with her neon yellow hair and green lipstick while they wait for the payment to go through in silence. The screen flickers and the heavy door into the hotel opens with a beep and a hiss.

There hasn't been word from the woman but Taehyung can see her lift an eyebrow at the state of Jungkook. She doesn't ask but the obvious complaint is hovering at her lips.

"As if I'm gonna fuck an unconscious man. He's just had a few too many to drink, don't worry sweetheart, I'll wait for him to wake up first before having a bit of fun..." He winks and bites on a lip and the woman practically dissolves behind the glass at the sight of it.

Luckily there are no more stairs. Taehyung drags Jungkook along even though his arms are aching from the effort. He curses and wonders what it is in the upgrades that makes them so goddam heavy.

He finds the room and elbows the door open, dragging Jungkook inside.

The room is practically empty, the bed being the central focus of the décor. He chucks Jungkook onto it and immediately proceeds to remove all his clothing, with the exception of his underpants. He takes his own off too, except for the stupid hot pants that he's still wearing as underwear.

There is sand everywhere. "Shit."

Taehyung showers first and then brings a water bowl and a towel and starts systematically washing Jungkook, making sure that not one bit of sand is left anywhere that he can see. He even rinses the hair over the bowl. He does a final wipe down and finds it difficult to keep a clear mind when he sees the moisture pooling in the grooves between hard cushions of muscles and slowly drip off the sides.

He finds himself annoyed. Annoyed at himself for feeling attracted to Jungkook and annoyed at Jungkook for being here and only distracting him from what needs to be done. All Jungkook does is delay him.

Taehyung's not even sure why he cares. He could have just left him to begin with rather than like some mad man possessed, save him and let him tag along. Now he's stuck with him in some fucking "love hotel" of all places. Damn it. Taehyung scoffs.

"Hmmm... are you not doing the back?" Suddenly, Jungkook speaks with obvious glee and his voice is so deep and so fucking sexy that for a long moment, Taehyung's hands carry on sliding over the hard muscles without permission.