THE BOY NEXT DOOR (TAEKOOK LOVE STORY 18+)

Part 2

Curiosity got the better of him one night when he heard a car outside in the pouring rain.

Jungkook had just gotten into his pyjamas and was about to go to bed, but instead of doing that, he switched the bedside light off and cracked the window open -the seasoned stalker that he pretended not to be.

"Fuck you, you fucking asshole!!" Taehyung's angry shout was followed by a loud slam of the car door, followed by a loud splash of his ass in a puddle when the force of his own actions pushed him over. A nasty mock was thrown at his wet form when the car sped off, leaving him huddled against his own knees, shoulders shaking.

Without a moment's hesitation, Jungkook grabbed a towel and rushed out to Taehyung.

He embraced him with the towel, holding him tight and tried to get him to calm down.

"Heyheyhey..." Jungkook spoke like to a scared animal. "Come on, let's get you inside, you'll catch your death out here, sitting in a puddle.." he rubbed his hands over Taehyung's arms but when he didn't move, he pulled him up and dragged him towards the door that was almost completely obscured by the pouring rain.

Taehyung didn't answer Jungkook's question about keys because he was too upset to speak so powered by litres of adrenaline, Jungkook braved it and dug out the keys from Taehyung's pocket while he sniffled and leaned against his shoulder.

They staggered into the dark house, Jungkook's hand sliding along the wall, feeling around for a light switch. When he found one, he took Taehyung into the kitchen but allowed the half-darkness for Taehyung's sake. Jungkook imagined Taehyung was probably feeling humiliated and ashamed. Neither feelings one wishes to shed a light on.

"Here, come on." Jungkook helped Taehyung onto a stool and sitting on his haunches right by him, he wiped the side of Taehyung's face and neck with the towel that, by now, wasn't much drier than they were.

He checked Taehyung's precious face, pushing a few strands of limp hair out of the way with shaking fingers and concluded that he was still undeniably beautiful in spite of his red eyes, sullen mood and clattering teeth, perhaps even more so.

"You can tell me... if you want to.... What happened?" Jungkook's voice was soothing, Taehyung felt himself calm in the presence of it.

Feeling incredibly vulnerable, he leaned down against Jungkook's shoulder, hanging onto the front of his pyjamas like a drowning man.

"He's an asshole. That's what happened..." his voice was quiet, like a whisper, and so blue it made Jungkook's eyes sting.

All of a sudden, Jungkook had real trouble focusing because Taehyung was so close... his wet hair brushed against Jungkook's jaw and when he shifted a little, a slender hand flattened on the front of his wet pyjamas before grabbing the collar, pulling him even closer. Jungkook could hardly breathe for the speed his heart was beating at.

His apprehension wasn't helped at all by the fact that Taehyung nuzzled into his neck, nesting his face right into the sensitive flesh. Jungkook flushed bright red and nearly freaked out when he realised that those beautiful, luscious, pink lips that he had spent hours and hours admiring from a distance, were currently against his rapidly pulsing jugular, warming the cool, damp skin.

"You're not an asshole, are you Jungkook?" Taehyung asked with a husky voice, his soft mouth moving and breathing against the sticky flesh.

Having lost all ability to function, Jungkook just shook his head.

Alarm bells started ringing when the long fingers started climbing up towards his throat and the humming lips climbed higher toward an ear.