Sirenic Menace

⑪That's The Only Thing I Can Give You

 
Taehyung was lying in his bed with his eyes glued to the door and his unease soaring more and more within him. No matter the consuming sleepiness dragging his eyelids down, his brain couldn’t stop its overthinking.

It had been two hours since Jay bolted out of the room. He had already checked the storage room and the private bathroom, but both doors were locked.

He didn’t know how much more time rolled by until the cheerful beep of the door unlocking rippled across the room. He jolted out of his seat and hurried to climb down from his bed. He approached him, worried eyes scanning his masked face. “Where were you?”

Jungkook glimpsed at him and lowered his head. “Don’t ask.”

Taehyung analyzed his form and his gaze got stuck on his right hand. “Is that... blood?” He reached out and brought the bloody hand closer.

Jungkook wrenched his arm away with a fling. “Just ignore me.” He took off towards the closet, grabbed clean clothes, and walked back to the exit.

Taehyung clawed at his forearm. “Jay. Can we talk?”

“It’s late and I’m tired.”

“Please.” Taehyung slipped in front of him and smoothed his palm up his arm until it rested on his nape.

“I thought now that you got a cock, you would leave me alone.”

The scathing remark spiked Taehyung’s chest harsher than he thought, and his attempt to conceal it was futile. “I lied. I didn’t find a guy.”

Jungkook fixed his eyes on him with a notion of surprise. “You didn’t?”

Taehyung shook his head slowly, a perpetual pout pulling his lips down. “I couldn’t do it.”

Jungkook suppressed his need to ask why and discarded any fraction of hesitation from his gaze. “And what do you want, Taehyung?”

“You,” he stated with an aching determination. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m really going insane here. Let me see you.” He set his other hand on Jungkook’s chest over his heart. “Let me see the realest side of you. Let me know you. I will take your secrets to my grave. Stop holding back. Stop pushing me away. Whatever the reason is I don’t care. Just stop holding yourself back from wanting me.”

The words seeped into Jungkook’s head like a sirenic lullaby that gripped at his heart. His fingers drew up his arm and tangled into his hair. There was a gloomy sheen cloaking his gaze that was merged with his and a constant pressure on his chest that banged the floodgates of his immense yearning for him.

Everything inside him felt messed up, and nothing made sense. The more he denied his longing for Taehyung, the more it grew. The weight became unbearable as he peered into his desperate, chocolate eyes. And it crushed his restraints entirely.

Jungkook pulled his mask to his chin and let his mouth ghost over his ear. “If you want a good fuck, I’ll be in the private shower. That’s the only thing you’ll get from me. Because that’s the only thing I can give you.”

The whispering offer imposed a stillness on Taehyung and sent his heart into a gallop, making it writhe against his ribcage. Jungkook’s body slithered out of his hold, and he only realized it when the click of the door closing pierced through the mist of his trance.

It wasn’t about just sleeping with him. He wasn’t looking for pleasure anymore — he craved the closeness with Jungkook. He craved to connect with him in a way no one else had. He knew what that feeling was. Even if Jungkook couldn’t return it, he needed to feel him close again. His heart needed it the most.