Royal Ace Lounge

⑲Is That The Only Thing You Want?

  
Jungkook’s sleep was the best and deepest he had in years, he could say.

Although there were a lot of things about Taehyung and everything he made him feel to mull over, there wasn’t a sprinkling of tension in his body when he lay in his bed to sleep yesterday.

He didn’t know what overcame him and compelled him to kiss his neck. The unforeseen visit of the man who destroyed him agitated him more than he could handle. And Taehyung helped him. Even when they weren’t talking to each other, even after that mildly harsh tirade that Taehyung hurled at him in his office, he still helped him. He only knew he needed to thank him and feel him close.

He was blissful. The sex with Taehyung was just as mind-blowing as he imagined. It was so different from the first time, maybe because it had started as a teaching moment. This time, from beginning to end, he wanted to pleasure Taehyung, make him cum over and over again, wreck him. Not just cum because he couldn’t control himself. It was different in other ways he couldn’t comprehend as well.

Jungkook was indeed blissful until every dreg of sleepiness dissipated, and he lunged into an inferno of overthinking. Why did it feel different? Why did the touch of their mouths convulse his stomach? And why the fuck did he want to feel more of it?

Just the thought of having to explain his actions and words to Taehyung suffocated him. Because no matter how much he pondered on it, he could conceive of no answers.

And so he fled.

He opted out of texting him, afraid he would wake up if he didn’t have his phone in silent mode, and instead left a note on the coffee table, telling him he had something urgent to take care of.

Was he being childish? Maybe. He knew he couldn’t avoid him forever. In a few hours, they would meet again, anyway. But he had the chance to delay their meeting, and he grasped it desperately.

He drove to Namjoon’s house, that was a ten-minute ride from there. Soft flakes of snow whirled through the atmosphere along his way. They had already created white patches on the parked cars and the surrounding scenery. If it continued snowing like this, the roads would get buried by the time night would come around.

He attempted to think about anything else than Taehyung, but he failed miserably. Even the pacifying sight of snow didn’t help in any way. His image and everything that happened yesterday eddied in his head in frenzied circles, leaving behind an absurd urge to fuck him again. And again. And again.

He soon rang the doorbell and waited. His brows flew high once the door opened and Yoongi stood in front of him. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” Yoongi shot back pointedly.

Jungkook walked past him and stepped into the living room. “Hey.” He perched on the long couch beside Namjoon.

“Is everything okay? You rarely visit me.”

“Everything is fine.”

“Something is definitely going on,” Yoongi said as he took his seat in the armchair, “seeing the nasty hickeys on your neck.”

Jungkook slapped a hand over his neck, round eyes staring at the floor.

“Hickeys?” Namjoon questioned in sheer disbelief. “You never let anyone mark you.”

“I didn’t let anyone mark me,” Jungkook sighed and let his hand collapse to his side. “It was an accident.”

“Who devoured you?” Yoongi asked.

“I need coffee first.”

“You left your house without drinking coffee? Sounds serious.” Namjoon headed to the kitchen to pour him a cup of coffee and returned in no time.