Fluent In Silence [Taekook]

Chapter 5 : Pretty Flower

The loud sound of heartbeat inside the chest is sufficient to expose how recklessly someone breathing confused, the fresh strange feeling of unknown sensation in someone else's tough masculine arms which occupied powerful around the soft flesh of his waist & under his thighs.

The broad palm of the tattooed arm not clutching his thighs but his sense, twisting them in so many weird different ways.

He's delicate not small, but from his inside he felt smaller against the wide chest. Holding him firmly in his arms while walking solemnly, Jungkook's firm gaze stared straight in his way.

Thoughts collide over thoughts . Not aware of surrounding .

Thick jet lashes blink with the same doe eyes lowered down when the soft mattress of his bed touches his back & feels the ache of his cut. Taehyung realizes he is in his room now.

The dominant existence in front made him grip both sides of the bed's edge beside him.

Putting him gently on the bed, Jungkook went away not standing more than a minute in front him. Opening some drawers & finally bringing out a first aid kit. Therefore, his steps returned in front of Taehyung again whose enthralling orbs were not looking up anymore.

In the silent room, all echoes Jungkook's movement only.

No one seems to utter a word. Silence reigns in the room. Nonetheless, Jungkook placed the kit beside Taehyung & turned his heels.

Before heading to the door, his deep solemn tone said out more that sounded like an order.

" Clean the cut & apply the ointment."

Petite male on the bed stared empty down at the kit beside him, deprived of letting out a word from his mouth & not even for a moment, the same mesmerizing glossy eyes bothered in need of looking up at the mafia.

There's silence, as always & in invariably. Only Jungkook's footstep could be heard, which is straight heading forward to the door.

Without saying anything, Tahyung opened the kit bringing out cotton. With efforts, he stooped down while sitting on the mattress & the stability fell heavy over his foot reasonably it didn't take long for him to feel the ache of his wound.

Rosy lips let out a hiss of pain with Jungkook's shoes halting at the exit.

After a while turning around his steps with the same cold face, sharp vision catches the petite male quietly sitting on the bed with white cotton held within his delicate finger while attempting to bend down & do something.

Jungkook's strong gaze happened to stare at the male for a moment -- soft messy hair, clumsily fluttering in wind coming through the large open window, takes place to fall on his side occasionally covering his side profile.

However slightly quivering rosy lips glowing noticeable & appealing collarbone was apparent in his hin white comfortable nightwear due to his constant trying of bending down.

On a stormy night like a thunderstorm, Jungkook's ebony orbs were fast enough to look away as he inhaled a breath closing his eyes & opening them afterward while exhaling in authoritarian with gritting teeth.

In a grumpy step yet steady aura Jungkook walked towards the male on the bed who's now looking at the cotton in his hand with his same composed face.

Reaching near him without bothering to utter a word, Jungkook simply knelt in front of Taehyung, startling the male & snatching his breath away.

In the sudden unexpected act, the cotton fell out of his hand on the floor. Jungkook picked up the cotton without looking up at Taehyung.

And the rough palm came in contact with the delicate skin of Taehyung's ankle. Accompanied by the shivers in his entire body, his own palm seems to clutch both sides of the bed more tightly than before.