Sirenic Menace

⑮You Don't Understand Me

 
Jungkook was in for a long, harrowing scolding.

After the blazing hours he spent with Taehyung, he found eleven missed calls from his hyungs. He texted Seokjin, telling him he would explain everything tomorrow, and hid his phone again.

The tomorrow came, though, and Jungkook had no idea how he would explain to them that he missed their gathering because he was fucking Taehyung in almost every possible standing position.

He was so screwed.

He tossed aside the looming scolding and focused his attention on the adorable baby in his arms. He didn’t ask him to sleep together this time; he simply followed him to his bed last night and muffled him into his embrace, ignoring the teasing remarks of Taehyung’s friends.

And there he was, cradling Taehyung as if he were the most precious being on the planet and staring at the placidity of his sleeping face. But the remembrance that he only had one last night to spend with him flooded his chest with aching sorrow to the brim.

He wasted so much time denying his feelings and pushing him away because of the messed-up situation he was plunged into. And now Taehyung had to leave the next day. He had to leave when Jungkook finally surrendered to his longings body and soul. When he found so much comfort in just the presence of him.

It was so unfair. And it throttled him.

The dreary mist of torrential thoughts dissolved at the tightening of the limbs around his form. Light dimples blossomed on his masked face with the tender smile that touched his lips as a euphonious hum tingled his ears.

And as he marveled at the exquisite traits of his that were cloaked with sleepiness and vestiges of a gentle smile, his chest grew so ludicrously full of emotion. It was a newfound emotion, he realized, since he couldn’t delineate it or recognize it right away.

It was adoration, he concluded.

He basked in the feel of it. It warmed his fucking soul, cocooning it in a blanket of bliss and a tinge of other emotions he couldn’t name yet. He willingly yielded under its fierceness, knowing he couldn’t do otherwise — knowing that warring with it would pummel him into unequivocal failure.

He clawed at that emotion with all his might. He needed it like oxygen. He was so thirsty for it, and it only registered in his brain then, with Taehyung swathed in his hug and his warmth encapsulating his being. His heart suddenly writhed at the thought of their atrocious separation. But the weak pull on his mask and a chock-full of tenderness kiss on his lips placated it with fond caresses, overflowing it with that familiar coziness.

Jungkook smiled against his mouth, his hand swimming up and down his back in slow-paced lines, and managed to steal one more kiss before Taehyung tugged at his mask to cover his face again.

“Are my friends here?”

“Hmm. They’re sleeping.”

“No, we’re not,” Jimin chimed in, voice croaky with the sleepiness that enveloped it.

“I guess they’re not,” Jungkook uttered with a light chuckle. “What will you do today?”

“We’ll visit Gapa Island, so we have to leave soon,” Hoseok said.

“And later we’ll go for the drinks Taehyung missed last night because he was too busy fuck—”

“Okay, okay, we get it,” Taehyung grumbled. “I said I’m sorry. I didn’t realize when time passed.”

“We know, Tae,” Hoseok smiled. “You’ll see us every day, but Jay, on the other hand... Anyway. The point is, we understand you.”

Taehyung peeked at Jungkook and found no inkling of emotion in his eyes at Hoseok’s words. As if they didn’t affect him in the slightest. “I can come back around ten if you want to spend the night together,” he said, disguising his chagrin behind a smiley veneer.