The soft lips come crashing onto Taehyung's as Jimin's hand pulls him close. It was so foreign that Taehyung flinched before giving into temptation.
A mere contact...so lingering, a soft touch... so harsh, but rage...so empowering...
It's just a simple kiss when it begins but then Jimin catches the taste of drink Taehyung was having before, the overly sweetened liquid exploding in Jimin's mouth soothing his taste bud, Jimin can't help but drive even deeper trying to savour the flavour.
Jimin knows the taste of this drink, it was the expensive drink of this bar and he had it one time when he stole the purse of the CEO of a trivial company who came to visit the factory.
The rich taste of the red wine, and the man's mouth who drank, it is as if heaven collided with hell. It drives Jimin crazy, driving him to lose his sanity, it drives him to clasp onto the man's arms in his hands in more urgency. Jimin smirks in victory.
Taehyung purrs in pure contentment as he finally feels freedom following through his blood, his hands travelling freely on Jimin's body, encouraging.
Park Jimin always wins.
*****
(1 September, around 10pm, in the party )
"Taehyung-ssi, can you go on the stage and stand with the officials while the director gives his acceptance speech?" A worker of the company asked, causing Taehyung to break away from the silence that held his mind in its clutches, who fed on his rotten parts making him feel nauseous. The virus is in action.
'No' Taehyung thought.
"Sure." Taehyung said.
Taehyung steps onto the podium, a whole different view of the world illustrating from there. When in the crowd, the stage felt like the thing he wanted to achieve, where he wanted to be but now being on stage the lightning felt overwhelming, almost making him nauseous. Taehyung can feel anxiety rushing in his veins, spreading like an unavoidable and unpredictable virus.
When you think you know everything about something, look at it with a different perspective.
Just like Taehyung feels about Jungkook, he wanted Jungkook to behave as if he didn't exist in the first place, as if they were never in love but now when he felt how it feels like to remain unknown even by his own lover.
The betrayal is too much to handle, even for an hour Taehyung felt like he waited at the heaven's gate while he burned in hell hoping that his lover gazes his eyes on him, showing him mercy.
He felt like a moth waiting for the streetlight to glow, wanting to go near it knowingly it would burn him but the sky is black and so are the streets.
Taehyung wants to run back to the time when Jungkook used to tell every person walking on the streets that Taehyung is his boyfriend.
They were happy that time...
"Noona, meet my pretty boy." Jungkook said, holding Taehyung's right hand with both of his hands to his favourite barista of his favourite cafe.
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Fanfiction"Will do anything for me, love?' 'Then just cry, cry for me.' --- A tale of love and obsession, where devotion walks the edge of despair. Taehyung is an artist lost in a maze of memories, longing, and haunted devotion. In his world, love is both a...
