"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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Sometimes when Jeongguk closed his eyes he'd often find himself back in time, in that cozy apartment he used to have right near Seoul university.
He'd be laying in bed, wrapped in the arms of his lover at the time. Kim Taehyung. His heart would be racing, but at his side, his soul had always been at peace. For this was utter bliss. His safe space.
Can love completely change a person, entirely?
When he thought about it, Jeongguk wasn't sure. Not quite.
And now his head was spinning. Spinning, spinning.
As he stood there, gun in hand, aim settled firmly toward the hooded man in front of him who stood there, completely frozen.
"W-Wh—... What-... is.." Jeongguk gulps down a swallow.
Little drunk boy.
The nickname that the stranger from last night had settled on, is yet again being repeated by a man who wore the same appearance of Taehyung's face, even while Jeongguk was sober.
That's right. He's sober now. In his right mind. In fact, he's focused, even. In the zone.And yet, this man still looks like Taehyung.
What is the meaning of this?
"Ah, you-..." The man, or Taehyung, or whatever, speaks up. "You really are a cop then, aren't you?"
A smirk appears on his lips. A smirk, that looks just like Taehyung's.
"F-Fuck.." Jeongguk's trembling breath echoes in his ears. "Fuck, I.. think I'm losing my mind.." His aim becomes hindered by his shaky hands, and slowly he begins to lower the gun from the older. He just couldn't bring himself to focus. Not under a situation quite like this. "I'm going i-insane, I..."
"Kim! Where are you?!" A voice then calls out from behind them suddenly, and Jeongguk was quick to raise his gun up once again, both hands gripping the weapon firmly. "Oh—" The man that had appeared at the end of the pathway halted in his step, and the guy from yesterday, 'Taehyung'(?), immediately drops the bag he'd been carrying and raises his hands up to the air in surrender.
"Don't shoot." His deep voice pleads, it sounding more of a command than a request. "We're unarmed. What I dropped just now are drugs we were going to deliver. You can confiscate them if you wish, just... Please don't shoot."
Jeongguk feels himself trembling once again, and it made him feel pathetic. Him? Trembling at the face of criminals?
Yet, he knew he couldn't help that. Not until he figured out what the fuck was going on with the hallucination of a man in front of him.
