Sirenic Menace

⑰Why Are You Doing This To Me?

 
Jungkook clasped the naked body that was melted against him tighter as soon as his senses crawled back to him from his halcyon sleep, then relaxed his muscles with a silent, content sigh.

He loved waking up cocooned in Taehyung’s warmth. It sent constant riffles of serenity through his heart, with an underflow of bliss and safety.

Jungkook never felt safe in his life. Peril always lurked everywhere because of his family’s business, and he dove into the said peril as well when he joined. He chose this life — he enjoyed this life. Even with all the danger, being the best of the best in the underworld was what thrilled him to the core. Money and ascendency. He thirsted for them. He never thought he would find something he would crave more than these two things.

Until he stumbled upon the gorgeous angel who answered to the name Taehyung.

Taehyung obliterated everything he thought he knew about desires in life and what truly brought happiness. Fearing even the sound of his name, betraying others just so they could buy his products, begging to let them enter his nightclub and casino, since his businesses were only for elites. He spent the past five years believing these factors were more than enough for a successful, happy life.

But simply waking up next to Taehyung gifted him such bliss that nothing could transcend it.

Now he was about to return to a life without Taehyung. He had to. And he wasn’t fucking ready. Spending the whole night feeling each other in every possible way wasn’t enough to satiate a fraction of his yearning for him. Even a lifetime wouldn’t be enough, he believed.

He couldn’t allow Taehyung to see him break down. Maybe if he thought Jungkook didn’t feel the same, he would forget him easier and his pain would be bearable. He clung onto that possibility as if it were his last hope of survival.

He hardened himself to the wrenching heartbreak he would experience. Or at least he tried, telling himself to remain calm in the moment of the goodbye, to smile and kiss him and wish him all the happiness in this world because he deserved nothing less, to hug him tight and let him know how much he enjoyed their time together.

And when Taehyung would walk out of the room with his luggage and Jungkook’s bleeding heart, he could surrender to that wrenching heartbreak body and soul.

Through the wistful haze of his mind, tender strokes on his back entered his senses, and he smiled gently at the image of Taehyung’s half-closed, puffy eyes. He pecked his nose and had the privilege of watching his lips form that spellbinding, addictive smile of his that was like a warm ray of sunlight illuminating even the darkest parts of his hurtful thoughts.

Taehyung caressed his mouth with a chaste kiss, sighing nasally. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, angel.” Jungkook pressed his lips against his once more.

“What time is it?”

Jungkook rolled onto his back and reached for his wristwatch. “It’s after twelve,” he uttered as he caged him into his embrace again. “What time are you leaving?”

There was a moment of stillness as Taehyung’s face clouded over with the sorrowful reminder. It had completely slipped through the cracks of his mind with Jungkook’s soul-soothing warmth and touch. As if a cloak that was too heavy to bear dropped over his existence, everything felt too grim and his chest plunged to the ground.

He didn’t let it gain more control over him, though. He was determined to say goodbye to him with a smile on his lips. He didn’t want their last memory to be agonizing, with his pleas to come with him to Seoul or come find him when everything would be over. With his endless tears of poignancy. With his pained fury because Jungkook didn’t fall for him as Taehyung did. He wanted to leave with his heart full of his precious memories with Jungkook and block out anything distressing.