Fluent In Silence [Taekook]

Chapter 22: Zephyr

Flummoxed by the sudden declaration of feelings from the quiet petite male, Jungkook stops mid-step as thoughts spread inside him, shooting off everywhere like firecrackers in the sky, all about Taehyung.

Realizing Jungkook's less movement, Taehyung stopped walking too. He glanced behind and caught Jungkook's eyes lost in him. Wrapping his slender fingers around Jungkook's wrist he silently took the man with him towards Jungkook's room.

Jungkook uttered nothing, and neither did Taehyung. Reaching his room, Taehyung took the man inside the bathroom. For moments they stood there before Taehyung spoke out.

" You need to r- remove your shirt."

"Do it."

Taehyung was taken aback though his quietude face doesn't represent a loud emotion.

" Do whatever you want."  Jungkook's gaze concentrated on Taehyung.

Taehyung stared at the man. Later, gently taking Jungkook's blazer from him, he reaches to open Jungkook's shirt. With shaky fingers, he begins to unbutton. Relaxed silence gaze of Jungkook observed the hesitating yet calm movement of the quiet male.

Taehyung finishes unbuttoning, he slightly leans to slide down the shirt and Jungkook catches the fine elegant aroma which is the motivation for his moral weaknesses.
Taehyung's eyes attempt not to detect Jungkook's great body.

Jungkook can do these all by himself yet he chooses Taehyung to do it.

Why not? He loves his attention. He prefers his care. He desires it. And he will get it.

Opening the shirt, Taehyung walked outside after uttering " Take a shower."

Jungkook chuckled at Taehyung's behavior. This is not something he witnesses every day. Taehyung always amuses Jungkook.

While Jungkook was taking a shower, Taehyung went downstairs. He returned with a bowl of water and saw Jungkook coming out of the bathroom. His handsome sharp aura blended with tiredness, yet the man was looking freshly attractive as always.

Flamboyant body was shining solid and vigor, the mafia was in just a white towel. Water was dripping from his wet hair and those superior biceps screaming domination with winsome tattoos spread one side.

Jungkook looked at Taehyung whose gaze soon lowered down, he headed near Jungkook. Keeping the bowl on the side table, his gentle posture motioned Jungkook to sit on the bed.  Jungkook obeyed.

Taehyung still uttered nothing, he walked to the washroom. Jungkook's lips curved into a small smile. Moments ago he caught those mesmerizing eyes of the petite staring at him, perhaps checking him out too.

With a first aid kit, Taehyung comes out. But he felt his breath cease when his eyes caught the sight of Jungkook lying on the bed, in a manner that made the man appear unconscious.

Taehyung rushed to Jungkook, the kit was kept slapdash beside him as he sat on the bed. A worried, beyond nervous Taehyung could not use his presence of mind. His trembling fingers touch Jungkook's cheeks.

" J- jungkook . " Soft voice cracked even to pronounce the name. Yet Taehyung called out twice.

Jungkook didn't respond. Taehyung felt tension advancing inside his body, his heart getting pregnant with anxiousness, his mind on the edge of swerving sanity.

" W- what happened?" Taehyung stuttered with a whispering tone. His breath gets heavy.

" O-open your eyes."

"J-jungkook." 

"Please!" Taehyung begged.

He knows somewhere why he feels so much for Jungkook and now why he's getting outrageously anxious. Till now doubt is blurred and the answer is more transparent than before after all the days