You were good to me

Part 7 - Lust isn't love

The next few weeks went by in a daze for both jimin and taehyung. To say they were obsessed would be an understatement. They had sex almost every night after school. Hell they even did it once in the bathroom cabinet. And the increasing amount of time they spent together and decreasing complaints really brought on suspicions to Jungkook and Yoongi. But did they care? Not a speck. Jimin's everyday desire has become to anger taehyung one way or the other because he felt that taehyung did it better when he was angry and Taehyung did exactly that. All the while it was full of desperate sex and obscenity the first week, the second week Jimin had come on the receiving of a good after care and a few words of humor about something that happened in school in Taehyung's arms.

Taehyung had one night opened up about himself to jimin, naked in every way, not a single lie. Maybe it was just an aftereffects of the tiredness or because taehyung started to grow close to jimin every night they spent on his bed. Taehyung had anger issues for sure. Jimin shrugged it off saying it couldn't be that bad before he had heard how he sent a guy to the hospital with ruptures, a broken nose and a rib injury after getting in a fight with him. "Why were you angry?" he has asked. And Taehyung had said that the guy made a bad joke about his friend. Now should jimin think he did the right thing by being a good friend or say breaking a guy in two over a joke was indeed a bit too much? But he said neither of that. All Jimin had said to Taehyung was, "Goodnight taehyungah." with a kiss on his cheek which put him right to sleep.

Taehyung was really starting to spend all his energy on Jimin and jimin enjoyed the attention. Starting from every salacious note Taehyung passed in class upto ordering him dumplings at 3 in the morning after four rounds of heavenly sex. Jimin loved everything. He did not know if they were in love. But he felt a strong connection with Taehyung. Like something that was always there, they just never knew. Like they were soulmates bound to meet at some point. Like the red string of fate always tugged at them when they were too far apart. A soulmate didn't always have to be a romantic partner right? They could be friends. And Jimin and Taehyung were becoming very good friends.

Currently Taehyung is on Jimin's bed, arm wrapped around jimin's slightly smaller body while his head rested on taehyung's chest. They have been binge watching Friends for the 3rd night in the row and dammit jimin loved it. Not the show but the person who's arms he was residing in right then. The same pair of arms which held him against every furniture in the apartment in a glaze of moans and sweat were now embracing him warmth. He could feel every laugh out his chest and the warmth it emanated. His chocolaty voice when he let out quiet chuckles. Jimin loved everything about him.

Taehyung's hand went in the bowl on jimin's lap for more popcorn when he was interrupted by a chaste kiss on his lips. He looked at Jimin with a dumbfounded expression. Jimin laughed at his bewildered face. "Enough Netflix. I want attention Taehyungie." He put aside the bowl of popcorn, closed the laptop, climbing onto Taehyung's lap and straddled him despite his slight whines to finish the episode. "The show cannot be as interesting as me, your Jimin." He uttered with a glint of pride for which he received a peck in return. "Indeed not Jiminah." Another peck. Jimin wrapped his arms around his neck and leaned close to his lips. Taehyung pressed his mouth to his, closing the little left of gap between their lips. Their lips devouring each other, warm tongues colliding, fighting for dominance. Jimin let himself be thrown down on the bed as Taehyung climbed on top of him.

They pulled away with a string of saliva still connecting them. Taehyung wasted no time to press his lips to his neck on his soft vanilla scented skin, teeth digging into it, sucking and leaving marks of love like he always loved to. Taehyung loved marking him. It made him feel like Jimin really was his possession. His very own. Only his. He stripped jimin of his clothes and staring up at him was the most beautiful human Taehyung had ever seen, touched and owned. Like he was Apostle's reincarnation himself. It did not take much longer after that before Taehyung was already there, wrecking him inside out. Jimin's fingers gripping on Taehyung's hair with every ounce of energy in him as Taehyung rested jimin's knee on his shoulder, providing him with bliss from a brand new angle.

Jimin pulled Taehyung to himself, close to his body till their foreheads were touching. The sounds of their names uttered in pure pleasure echoing in every corner of the room, the bedroom reeking of Jimin, Taehyung and sex. And through this immense feeling where a normal person wouldn't be able to have a proper thought process at all, jimin was debating himself whether he should say what was on his mind to the boy on top of him. He'd understand right? He surely feels the same too...does he not? "Taehyungah." The name came out a moan which went unnoticed by the owner of the name. "T-Tae..." he repeated. Taehyung looked at him, now every bit of attention on his words but not stopping his movements howsoever. "I-I...god fuck." Jimin's fingers gripped painfully on taehyung's hair, eyes rolling back as he came all over his splendid cock. "I love you...." the words were spilled.

Silence filled the room except for the heavy breathing coming out both their bodies. Jimin opened his eyes slowly, expecting warm eyes and loving arms but that wasn't what he saw. Straight at him, a pair of eyes staring back at him. The same ones that looked at him with a smile or hunger now emotionless and cold as ice. So cold he almost got goosebumps. The silence was loud. And the more time Taehyung took to choose his words the more terrifying it got. "Jimin." He finally uttered. Jimin looked at him with anticipation, "You don't love me Jimin." "I-" the sentence was not yet complete and Taehyung had already got off of Jimin. Jimin sat up trying to talk it out but he only got cut off, "You're stupid if you think you love me just because we have sex every night." The words felt like a slap to Jimin. "Tae.." "No Jimin." Taehyung wore his pants, getting into his tshirt. "T-Tae-" "Shut up." Another slap. He got off the bed and looked at jimin in such a way which made him feel like he was the most disgusting thing a person could ever come across. "You don't love me. And I don't love you. The only thing we both love is fucking. Don't confuse Lust with Love Jimin." And he was out of his room. Jimin heard the jingle of his keys and the door open and close.

He left.

Tears trickled down his cheeks as Jimin stayed there heartbroken by someone who he didn't even know he had given his heart to. It was over. And all he had left to do was curl in his sheets and lament about the boy who left him and his love.