Pinky Promise--Taekook

Sakura Park pt.2

I sit at Sakura Park, staring at the view. God I'm so tired. My nails dug into my arm. I hadn't pulled on a jacket before leaving. Who was going to see me in the dark? I get up and started to pace the fountain. 

"Kook?" 

I looked up and saw Taehyung. I run up to him and take him in a hug. I pulled back and look at him. He's thin and bruises cover his skin. His curls fall in his big eyes. 

I kiss him softly, my hands holding him gently, caressing his jaw and holding his waist. I pulled back and I see him crying. 

"Hey, I'm sorry--"

"I-I thought you'd be mad." He mumbles while wiping his eyes. 

"I'm not mad. I'm worried about you" I tilt his chin up. "And I think I really like you." 

"Really?" He bits his lip, his hands holding onto the hem of my shirt. I nodded. "I-I--"

"I know" I smile. He liked me as well. I just hug him again. He holds me tight. "You ok?" 

He shakes his head. "And you?"

I shake my head. He pulls away and tugs my hand. "What?" But he just keeps pulling me along, toward the direction of his house. 

"It's dark and my phone died." 

"Ok" I say ad I take his hand. We walk in silence. But I enjoy just being in his presence. We got to his house, and it didn't look the same. Picture frames were broken, and the kitchen looked messy. Something in the living room looked broken. 

He pulled me to his room, which still looked the same. 

"So...you like me?" He looks up at me. 

I nodded. "And you like me?" 

He nodded. I kissed him again. His lips are soft and the kiss is gentle. I hold his waist. 

He looks up at me with a red face. "Pretty Tae Tae" I kiss his nose. 

"Shut up" he pushes me away with a smile. It was a rare but unforgettable smile. 

I pulled him back. "Come here" I whisper. He smiles at me. I kiss him again. "I've waited a long time to do that." 

"Could we do more?"  He tilts his head. 

I kiss him again and I feel him smile, he tugs on my T-shirt while pushing me over to his couch. I pulled off my shirt and he pushes me onto the couch, a little giggle escaping his perfect lips. I smile, watching him as he straddles my lap. 

We kiss again, his hands holding the back of my head, tangling in my hair. I push my hands under his zip-up hoodie. I run my hands over his skin, I feel him tense, but he keeps kissing me. I pulled him even closer, not being able to stop myself. 

He kisses my neck, moving his hands down my body. I feel his hips start to move and bite my lip to keep quiet. My hands flutter to his hoodie zipper. He pulls back, unzipping the hoodie and slipping it off. I see bruises scattered across his beautiful skin. 

I run my hands across his skin but stop when he starts to move his hips again and kisses me, our tongues tangling. I hear him moan, and he stops moving, collapsing onto my shoulder. He was breathing hard and had his eyes closed. 

I knew he was too tired, so I let the beautiful boy go to sleep.