"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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A stream of sunlight. Eyes shot wide open. Taehyung's legs pushed back against the soft bedsheets beneath him, flopped messy hair bouncing while he groggily scanned the bedroom he was laid in.
He was quick to sit up, his unfocused eyes gazed at the wall in front of him, and his hand mindlessly reached for the device situated over his nightstand. His jaw lowered in a yawn, eyes blinking slowly at his phone while he read texts from last night.
jeongguk — hi hyung :) — hoseok and I took jimin home. he really needs us right now — you can head on home without me
taehyung — okay baby — i'll see u tomorrow?
delivered ⤸
jeongguk — yes 🥺❤️ — i love you
read, 2:04 a.m
Taehyung, or rather V, tossed the phone toward the sheets, then rose from the mattress, brows lowering.
Last night he had messaged the boy back just as Taehyung would, but even then he couldn't bring himself to type out that four-lettered phrase in return.
Words he had only said to one person before.
And really, last night's events were a little fuzzy when he tried recalling it precisely. At the very least, he remembered dropping Yerin off at her place, then returning back home and drinking a few glasses of wine before bed. Something he was slowly regretting now that his fuzzy head had become much of a nuisance.
Nevertheless he went on with his morning routine, though his mind couldn't help but be occupied with trivial thoughts.
Thoughts, like the conversation he and Yerin had last night. A talk he had wanted to escape so badly that alcohol had been his only solution. And yet nothing had changed, and his head was throbbing with an excruciating feeling of helplessness.
If there was one thing V hated, it was feeling helpless.
He couldn't stand not being in control of a situation. Being helpless meant being weak. And he sure wasn't pathetic.
No, he was in charge of his own life. In command of it all. Whatever he desired, he'll have it. That was for sure.
But despite this resolve, he had found himself walking up to the school gates with his mind diverted—something that was quite unusual for him. V, of all alters, tended to be the most attentive. Always on the look out for danger, constantly observed the world around him. Yet today the alter reached campus with no proper recollection of how he had really gotten there. His body had been running on auto-pilot while his mind had been perpetually thinking of a certain boy.
