• INNUENDO • [ Taekook ]

4. Stammer

"Jungkook, please stop...", I heard a high-pitched voice calling me.

"But Jimin... I have to finish it. I promise you I will go with you next time.", I answered.

"You know why I'm here.", Jimin spoke again.

And I could hear those words which remained deeply rooted in my consciousness.

They were spinning like a broken record.

You know why I'm here you know you know you know...

I saw Jimin holding a candle and walking towards me. For some unknown reason I was shivering and chirping with temperature. I felt that he was looking at me with different eyes while he was getting closer to me. The roar of machine guns rang in my ears.

And then I opened my eyes. 

I woke up and looked around. I had no idea about the time or if it was night at all. For a moment I looked at the heavy screens which hid the whole world behind them and realized it might even have dawned, though it didn't seem like it.

It was just a dream, I thought.

Jimin's words woke me up. They echoed in my head, in my thoughts, they followed and stalked me.

There were white roses on the bedside table, which I didn't know how they got there. Due to the events of the previous night, I was completely out of my mind. For a moment I wanted to go back to sleep, as much from tiredness as from the desire to get answers from Jimin, even in my dream. I turned to the wall, I really wanted to sleep but my damn brain remembered anyway.

I took a minute to recall the events of last night. I remembered we were at Jimin's apartment and I ended up running away with...

Taehyung.

I turned to the other, now empty side of the bed and touched the rumpled sheet. It was still hot.

Closing my eyes, I touched my lips, which were soon crushed between my teeth. I let out a small sigh as I slid my hand over the neck, throwing my head deep into the pillows. I unconsciously raised my hips and spread my legs as I caressed my chest, nipples, stomach with my hand repeating that action several times, as if I were rewinding the tape.

I still felt his touches on my skin.

We were on the 3rd floor, where my apartment was, when it all started.

His hand was on my back, going lower and lower until finally touched my ass. Tae squeezed me, caressed me, slapped me gently, while licking his lips all the time, like a hungry animal which has finally caught its prey.

Driven by a desire, we slammed the apartment door a little harder while I rotated in his embrace.

Before I even had a chance to do anything, Tae threw me on the bed and started kissing me wildly, imprinting angry bites all over my neck. Soon my shirt was on the floor, next to his.

He immediately found his way to my lips again and began to kiss me hungrily, desperately, aggressively. This was the passion I had always been missing.

The way Tae kissed and touched me was something that made me realize how desirable I really was. I let him take control.

He discreetly placed his hand around my waist and slipped the other under my head, and this enabled him to take control of my body.

I put my hands on his bare chest, which was falling and rising all the time. I sighed, Tae growled. Our rhythms matched and it was miraculous.

Soon I felt his hand, which was squeezing my waist immensely, made its way inside my boxers. He was still kissing me energetically and tasting every part of my mouth without pausing to take a breath.