"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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After a devastating breakup, the son of a cop finds...
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His feet, that treaded through tall grass; and his breaths, dashing out in misty puffs over the humid atmosphere. The jungle trees that surrounded him stood so high he could barely see the night sky. But even so, Taehyung continued running, running, ignored the exhausted ache pulsing all over his feet.
He's had this dream before. Plenty of times.
When he was younger he'd often dream of running through a dark jungle, usually during those long nights where he'd pass out from blood loss, after having taken a rough beating from his uncle. In this dream he'd run, search for a way out of the endless stream of tall trees and grass and the haunting noises of jungle wildlife that threatened to swallow him whole.
And after an eternity of running, he'd run some more. But this time the trees lower just a little, and he'd spot constellations in the night sky. His eyes would watch their twinkle. He'd trace them, make shapes from them, distract himself from his hefty breaths, and the lungs that nearly gave out on him.
This time it wasn't any different.
Just another rerun of his recurring dream. The one that's haunted him ever since he could remember. And all he could do was wait it out while he lived in it for the nth time.
He skid against the dirt, tripped suddenly over a long tree branch until his face hit the ground. His heart clenched inside his chest. Whenever he'd reach this point in the dream, the jungle trees would sink into the dirt, and his uncle would emerge behind their sinking shadows.
The dream would always end with his uncle approaching him, and Taehyung would spectate his dream self, screaming. For what felt like yet another eternity.
Except this time, when Taehyung lifted his head from the ground, he instead found himself laying over a large area of sand.
He let out a small cough, hauled his body from the ground until he stood in place, scanning the new environment his dream had landed him in.
This looked familiar. Sand at every corner, the ocean in front of him. The night sky, and a full moon.
He'd been here before.
"How many did you find?"
He heard laughter, the sound of padding feet running through grain. With squinted eyes Taehyung began to walk towards the shore, letting the salty breeze push through his hair.
There, at the distance, stood two young boys giggling. They held their palms beside each other, flaunting their collection of seashells.
"Twenty-six! What about you?" One of the boys spoke, and the other's mouth dropped into adorable shock.
