CRY FOR ME

CHAPTER:3 Give me the loveliest kiss of ever, lover.

Tick. tick.

The annoying sound of the clock resonating in the room, back and forth like a leaf sporadically moving through the wind.

No one says anything, moreover no one can say anything. There are them standing in the corner around the dining area where they rarely dine.

Cutting through the thick layers of lust and love, the leaf surrounds them both together, moving in circles, keeping them both close to closer.

Jungkook and Taehyung are hugging each other, seeking comfort, providing comfort and both having their eyes closed for completely different reasons.

The grey wall behind them is shimmering softly in the harsh artificial lightning, the colour chosen by Taehyung himself when he came here to live with Jungkook.

Everything around them is expensive and valuable they achieve from their hard work, they are utterly grateful for that but yet none of them seems to care about anything other than each other.

Taehyung closes his eyes in contentment, his heart getting full and fuller by each passing second and he feels the immense pleasure taking over his senses. It felt so good that Taehyung won't mind dying tonight.

The wooden fireplace on the left side of the dinning table has pictures of them together. There are four of them but the one most important in the meaningful photos was the photo taken by Jungkook secretly when Taehyung came to live in Seoul and Taehyung had his head low but his eyes were curiously shining to accept the colours of the big city.

It was so beautiful to just look at it, it was a close up shot of Taehyung, only his face side profile, a single strand of his black hair were falling straight almost in his ways to his eyes. But Taehyung didn't look distracted by this inconvenience, instead his eyes were shining with a gleam of amusement and competitiveness.

Jungkook closes his eyes in accomplishment, his heart beating faster than ever. Taehyung has finally come to him himself and pulls him closer to him.

What else does Jungkook need more than this? The bliss of this moment is way too much that even if he has to burn in the abyss of time just to feel it again, he will.

Taehyung's hands are just roaming around Jungkook's body, mindlessly moving over the skin as if they know everything about the owner, like they have remembered how it feels to touch the latter. He pulled Jungkook closer to him, erupting a shallow shock from the latter.

Taehyung presses small kisses all over Jungkook's neck. Some wet and lingering one and some just hot on his skin barely for a second. Taehyung's hand knows when to touch, where to kiss, where to blow, where to stop.

"Hyung...?" Jungkook calls out, somewhere he is satisfied as his voice didn't break. Taehyung hums in his deep voice, right there and then Jungkook sees heaven smiling for him.

When Taehyung didn't say anything but the silence became too much for Jungkook to bear and not to mention the ever so slowly tightening hold around his waist, he wanted to pull Taehyung close to him, wanted to drown himself in the magical spell Taehyung had on him.

Jungkook shivers and before submitting to the sheer desperation, "kiss me." Jungkook demands drolly and shockingly and chants a plea for closeness, for more than just mere. He breathes heavily as the air around them grows suddenly hotter and yet it was so chilly that Jungkook could feel every hair on his arms standing tall and proud on the skin of the very embarrassed owner.