Love is not in the equation | Taegyu

𝐸𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛

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𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒

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❗️this chapter contains qaurter(?) explicit scenes!

Beomgyu didn't know how this happened. Perhaps he drank a little too much, but he had lost himself in the strobe lights, the loud booming music, and people's provocative approaches. And soon enough, he found himself back in Taehyun's arms as the latter held him possessively. Maybe it was the alcohol messing with his head, but Beomgyu had found his hold a little too comforting, too warm, too secure. He felt fuzzy all around, his whole heart screaming at him to rely completely on Taehyun, to accept his every invitation, to allow him to gain control of his body and mind.

His brain on the other hand, was alerting him of the risks and dangers, blaring sirens and flashing red warning lights. Yet, he ignored everything, and made a mistake of following his treacherous heart. 

"How do you like it? Being kissed by others, hmm?" the silvered whispered into his ear, his hands resting easily on Beomgyu's bottom. 

The drunk boy tried to think back to all the kisses he shared with the other clubbers before Taehyun had pulled him away and squinted his eyes. Sober Beomgyu would have never thought that there was a hidden side to himself, and he would never believe that he would be willingly kissing strangers. 

Maybe he was partially lying, because he could vaguely remember what happened. They had a pre-drink before entering the club, then Taehyun first ordered mojito to start off, followed by long island, and then shots. With that amount of alcohol in his system, Beomgyu had lost his conservative side and his rationality. Everything felt like a blur afterwards, but he vividly remembered Taehyun urging him to the dance floor, and of course suggested him to let loose and engage with other clubbers. 

He couldn't remember what Taehyun had exactly told him, but he knew for a fact that he had manipulated his semi conscious mind. And somehow Beomgyu stupidly indulged in it, thinking that it was what Taehyun wanted and he would love to give everything to him. 

He remembered the taste of vodka on a stranger's lips, the way he snaked his arm around his waist to pull him closer. He remembered the taste of artificial cherry on a girl's lips, the way she intentionally straddled him. He remembered an aggressive kisser, the one who try to devour him, who was then pried off by Taehyun. 

He was terrified at first. But the alcohol made him forget fear and boundaries. It made him forget himself.

The kisses were okay. Beomgyu wouldn't say they were nice, or that he liked them. It was fun, however. And this confused him. Sober Beomgyu would never understand. 

"I don't like it" he finally answered honestly, "don't want it anymore." 

"Water?" 

Oh Beomgyu would very much like that, it could help clear his mind. 

Wrapping his arm around his waist, Taehyun guided the inebriated boy to the bar and asked for a glass of water. 

"Beomgyu, can you stand properly by yourself?"

"Yesss" the long haired boy nodded his head with his brows furrowed with concentration as he glared at the spinning floor. He wobbled as he tried to steady himself when Taehyun had let go of him to grab the glass of water behind him. 

Alas, he couldn't keep his balance and fell backwards. Shutting his eyes, he prepared himself for the hard impact, but it never came. Instead, he felt a strong arm around his middle. And he definitely didn't land on the floor but on a body.