Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #65 Nothing Happened

His firm touch sculpted my pale skin, a red rash following as he dragged his fingers down my stomach. I swiveled my pelvis and squirmed my legs, wrinkling the sheets into a tangled cluster under my hips. My head was tossed back against the pillow, slick strands swirling across my forehead. A warm wet tongue slathered over my throat, a nose tickled my neck until his tongue flicked under my chin. My hands roamed his body, the balls of my palms kneading into his sides like clay.

His thighs slid between my legs, rolling against me until the friction persuaded my lips to part, a quiet breathy whine fluttering through. My eyes trailed up his chest, slowing when I gazed up towards his face. My world shattered around me, my stomach dropping past my toes.

"We won't be getting a wink of sleep tonight." He slurred. My eyes widened. 

What. 

No. No. This is all wrong. Haunting, he was haunting me. I sprung up, the man in front of me evaporating into thin air. I blinked away my salty tears. The room was bright with sunlight. I groaned loudly, the hammer inside my skull relentless in its destruction of my mind. I rubbed my hands over my face, a slick layer of sweat making my entire body sticky. I looked down in my lap praying to god It was all just a ridiculous nightmare. I stared blankly at the bulge in my underwear.

I buried my face in my hands. No. No it can't be. Surely I was imagining someone else. Anyone else. A flashback flickered through my head, my hands roaming Taehyung's body as I inhaled his intoxicating scent, another tingle shot to my already hard boner. Fuck. Fuck this. You've lost your goddamn mind Jungkook. A dream. A sick, sick dream. That's all it is.

I shook my head and shivered. The door rattled. I flinched, my eyes widening.

"Jungkook! I'm coming in~" Mrs. Uim sang. The door knob twisted.

"No!" I screamed. The knob was released.

"Jungkook? Is everything okay?"

No. Nothing about what was happening was remotely okay. I needed to ram my head into the wall, anything to reset whatever infection was festering in my thoughts. Surely I must've hit my head when I was drunk.

"I'll be out in a minute!" I hollered. I groaned as I forced myself to stand. I waddled to the bathroom running myself a cold shower where I stood for another thirty minutes until whatever horrid creature that was controlling my little friend down there finally calmed down. I couldn't seem to perform the simplest tasks, putting on a shirt and pants proved to be a humiliatingly difficult task. A quarter past one, a knock rattled my bedroom door.

"Deary? Are you still sleeping?" Mrs. Uim hollered through the door. I groaned in agony.

"I'll be out in a minute." I slurred, my voice raspy. She gently clicked the door open, her eyes softening.

"Oh, my poor boy. Your face is so swollen." She voiced, her tone pained. I hadn't even thought about my bruises and lacerations, the pain in my head was far too distracting. She walked up to me and cupped my face, her fingers brushing against my broken skin.

"It's healing quite nicely." She muttered blankly. I hummed, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. I rested my chin on her shoulder. She patted the back of my head.

"You okay, dear?" She whispered gently. I nodded.

"My head hurts." I mumbled. That's all this is, some delusional nightmare, a symptom from the alcohol. Pull yourself together. She slipped away.

"Let's get some food for you, then I'll dote on you the rest of the day. How does that sound?"

I grinned widely, nodding my head weakly. She guided me down the steps with a hand resting on my elbow. My steps swayed, my head pounded, waves of nausea and heat made every moment a living hell. We entered the dining room. Unexpectedly, Taehyung was sitting at the other end of the table. His plate of food was untouched.