"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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A handsome smile. Charming, low chuckles. And thick decor rings adorning the long fingers that tapped rhythmically over the countertop.
Jeongguk feels as though he'd traveled back in time. Back to five years ago, where gazing at his lover's face was but a dream printed in reality. The reality that had left him without warning and haunted him still. Because, every day he'd miss his soulmate's smile. Miss his quiet laughs, his soft breaths. How warm his skin would feel against Jeongguk's own on a lazy morning during quiet weekends, where they'd eat breakfast in bed and make love all night.
Yet, every year around this time—on the anniversary of that fateful night, Jeongguk would see Kim Taehyung's face everywhere. He'd feel crazy because of it, would often think he'd finally lost his mind. But there was always a part of him that would wish it weren't some fantasy his brain mustered up to reflect just how much he missed his past lover.
So there he was again, on the fifth anniversary of Taehyung's death, seeing the man before his very eyes although he knew it wasn't real; that this was some stranger who only appeared to have Taehyung's appearance because Jeongguk himself wished for it, and his mind was far from being sober.
"Would you like another drink, boy?" That deep voice utters. It seeps far, far into Jeongguk's veins and prompts a slight shudder from him.
"Ehm.. Yes, that would be nice.." He responds meekly. "Thank you."
"Mmn." Another tap against the counter. "Order whatever you'd like. It's on me."
And so Jeongguk did. He ordered what he wanted, drink after drink. As alcohol filled his veins, so did his chatter with this stranger. He began to think, maybe this wasn't a bad thing, per se. Maybe he could use this stranger to fulfill his desires tonight—his desire to speak to Kim Taehyung once more. To gaze into his lovely eyes and watch the way his lips would move while he spoke. Then he'd fantasize about kissing him, touching him intimately. But of course, he wouldn't pursue such actions with this stranger. That was a line he just couldn't bring himself to cross.
"Really? You almost took over an entire bakery?"
Jeongguk nods slowly, feeling the weight of his head as he raises his chin. "My mom, she.. owns one back in Busan. I think she was anticipating the day I made it into a family business, but... I took—" A hiccup. "I took after m-my father instead."
The man gazes at him, eyes piercing directly into his soul. Yet there was something oddly comforting about his stare, as though he were intently listening to the boy's every word.
"Hm. And what is it that your father does?"
"Ah, he's a cop... In Busan," Jeongguk slurs his words. "He certainly didn't think I'd want to follow in his footsteps, but... He doesn't seem to mind. My f-family's supportive like that." There was a small pause of chatter, and then Jeongguk continues. "But seriously if you ever go—.. To Busan. If you go to Busan, I'll hook you up with allll the baked goods you can eat."
