"I promised you, didn't I? That I would make your victory feel miserable."
Life sucks when you've got a lot of demons in your head to deal with. Add fucked law system and constant crimes all over the world to the list. And there's nothing you can do...
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⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘
The aftermath of the attack buzzed with a nervous energy as the others bustled around, checking on supplies and tending to minor injuries. But in a quiet corner of the room, a different kind of tension simmered. Jimin sat on a makeshift stool, his head tilted back as Taehyung cleaned a wound on his forehead with gentleness.
The soft rasp of the cloth against his skin sent shivers down Jimin's spine. He couldn't help but steal glances at Taehyung, his focus solely on the task at hand. Gone was the frantic edge, replaced by a quiet intensity that made Jimin's breath catch in his throat. The usually playful glint in Taehyung's eyes was replaced by a smoldering darkness, a reflection of the turmoil he'd just been through.
As Jimin watched, a stray thought flickered across his mind⏤ a forbidden thought he usually pushed away. Taehyung had always been handsome, but seeing him like this, raw and vulnerable, sent a jolt of something primal through him. The way his brow furrowed in concentration, the way his jaw clenched with suppressed emotion⏤ it ignited a desire in Jimin he'd never quite dared to acknowledge.
"Hold still," Taehyung murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Jimin's spine. He reached out, a gloved finger brushing against Jimin's cheek to wipe away a stray bead of sweat. The touch, fleeting as it was, sent a spark of electricity through Jimin.
Jimin found himself leaning into Taehyung's touch, captivated by the sudden shift in their dynamic. He noticed a flicker of something in Taehyung's eyes too, a spark of awareness that mirrored his own awakening desire. Just then, Taehyung's gaze dropped to the blood trickling down Jimin's temple, staining the pale skin. With a soft sigh, Taehyung leaned forward, his breath warm against Jimin's cheek. He used the pad of his thumb to gently wipe away the blood, his touch lingering a moment too long.
Their eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between them. The air crackled with unspoken desires, a charged silence that hung heavy in the room. Jimin felt a blush creep up his neck, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs.
"You've got a bit of blood yourself," Jimin finally managed, his voice barely a whisper. He reached up, his fingers brushing against the cut on Taehyung's lip, the hint of metallic tang arousing a thrill within him. Taehyung didn't flinch. He stared into Jimin's eyes, his gaze intense. "Does it bother you?"
The question hung in the air, charged with a double meaning. Jimin swallowed hard, his breath catching in his throat.
"Maybe," he replied, his voice husky.
The space between them seemed to shrink, their bodies radiating a heat that had nothing to do with the adrenaline of the attack. In that charged moment, the world around them faded away. All that existed was the unspoken desire simmering between them, a secret yearning threatening to boil over.
