Warning - I never really say this but it's my book, my imagination, I'll write the way I truly love. The stroy is going through a process which requires patience and understanding. Taehyung's and Jeon's characters aren't from heaven, real people with those characteristics do exists! So if you have any issues with this book then currently stop reading and let me share what I imagine in peace, thank you 💜
Sleep has always played a vital role in repairing one's internal physique, but most importantly, it helps the mind to have a fresh start. Even though dark thoughts and hidden pain often surfaced in the form of nightmares and dreams, sleep was still crucial for any creature. Taehyung, however, felt nothing but heaviness after waking up from his three hours of sleep. His eyes felt solemn when he opened them, and his semi-active nerves already informed his brain that his body was in muscle pain. What a good morning he was having!
Taehyung groaned as he covered his eyes with the back of his wrist, taking long breaths to make himself feel okay. His lips were pale and dry, scarred by deep bite marks and dried blood. It hurt whenever he tried to provide some moisture by licking them with his warm tongue. He simply felt tired, but the good thing was that he wasn't experiencing any headaches. Taehyung finally moved his hand away and sat up properly on the bed with the help of his arms, emitting low groans of discomfort. His lower half was in faded pain
He blinked several times and looked around before gazing back at himself. He was still wearing that cute girly top with sparkles on it, which looked like fancy lingerie. His gaze fell onto his naked thighs, which had deep teeth marks, scratches, and reddish hickies all the way to his toes and feet. White dried semen was still all over his inner thighs. Taehyung bit his lips while rubbing his face to wipe out the remaining sleep. The thought of last night's events brought a heavy blush to his face.
Right beside him was the culprit of his condition, Jeon Jungkook, sleeping soundly under the blanket. They had experienced a pretty rough intimacy the previous night, right after Taehyung came back home from work. The teen had shown no mercy. Oh, how much the adult had enjoyed such a passionate moment
But it was a lie. Taehyung slowly got down from the bed and drowsily walked into the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, he felt a crushing realization. His temporary delusion of joy shattered when he saw his reflection. The messy lipstick, the dry makeup, the girly outfit—he couldn't recognize himself anymore. Almost a month had gone by since that karaoke bar intimacy, and those weeks had been filled with him constantly wearing lingerie and skirts whenever they had sex. Most of the time, he had to call Jungkook *Oppa* Even though they switched from *oppa* to *jagiya* to *yaobo* though oppa remained the predominant term, and Jungkook seemed to wholeheartedly treat him like a woman.
Other than sex, Jungkook didn't really do anything romantic with Taehyung. It was always the adult who showered him with affection and love, while he himself craved a simple good morning text from Jungkook. Despite being so bothered, Taehyung didn't really share anything he was dealing with, with the teen. He just wanted him to do everything from his heart, even if it were little things. But that was one of his mistakes. Communication was always the key to a relationship. To be honest, Taehyung was too insecure and embarrassed to talk about himself. It felt so selfish to him.
"Need to lose weight" Taehyung suddenly whispered to himself as he looked over his reflection. He had lost a lot of weight in those 3 weeks, hoping to fit Jungkook's ideal type. Sometimes the teen noticed his lack of appetite but, after Taehyung's flimsy excuses, didn't delve deeper into the matter. He thought Taehyung, as an adult, knew what he was doing
After staring at himself for a long time, a tear escaped from Taehyung's eye. He aggressively began to wipe away the remains of dark pink lipstick by rubbing his bruised lips against the back of his hand. He hated it, despised what he had become. His eyes filled with big droplets of tears, streaming down like rainfall. His palms tightly gripped the sink as he whimpered and cried. He began to hate himself a little more, but why? There were so many reasons, but none of them made a clear picture in his mind
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