My Sweetest Thing (I Will Devour You) TAEKOOK COMPLETE (18+)

Chapter 14

Jungkook takes Taehyung home.

The accusations in his head are loud, they mix with the callous laughter of the professor. The rage he feels toward the man as well as himself for letting Taehyung go alone is cataclysmic. He can't stop the blame rolling round and round in his head, shouting at him, saying that if he had just been strong enough and left Taehyung already, none of this would have even happened.

Jungkook's mind is loud but all the way back to Taehyung's apartment, there is not a peep from the silent figure sitting on the front seat.

When they get back, in an attempt to take Taehyung's mind off it, Jungkook sorts some food out and just to do something, they eat.

All throughout the meal, Taehyung stares into the distance, chewing slowly. Jungkook is briefly distracted by the full cheeks and the pouty mouth but something that looks very much like ... heartbreak... in the wide eyes, chills his insides.

When he finally brings it up after dinner, Taehyung's answer is just to kiss him, fiercely, with such abandon that all questions are immediately forgotten. Even when Jungkook knows it's just to distract him, he can't fight it... Taehyung drowns his senses with his sweetness.

He doesn't object when he is led to the dimly lit bedroom by the hand. Without a word, Taehyung pulls his clothes off one by one and pushes him down onto his back on the soft covers.

Taehyung feels bruised, all he needs now is to feel Jungkook's skin against his, the firm touch of his fingers. Anything to take his mind off the dreadful revelation, the uncertainty, the horrid choice he is supposed to make between his own life or his love. How does one choose? Really, he doesn't know what to think now, he just knows the one thing he can't do is... be without Jungkook.

He undresses himself and clambers on top of the powerfully built figure and hovers over him. Gently, he kisses the cheeks, the sharp jawline, the strong neck. Every time Jungkook's hands come up to touch him, he pushes them down to the bed, eyes pleading. One touch and he might just cry...

"Taehyung, what happened in there?" Jungkook tries, only to have fingers land on his lips. Taehyung will not have this conversation, not now, not ever.

"Shhh...." His lips travel down the sternum, fingers tracing the perfect, sculpted form of Jungkook's chest. Helpless, the slender waist under Taehyung arches when the fingers dance over the tight nipples, air hissing through the teeth when body over mind wins, again, and want rules.

"Taehyung, please..." He mumbles, his whole body squirming.

The breath that billows along his skin is hot. Jungkook's not sure what he's asking for because he wants to know what happened, what is going on... but the soft, sweet scent of Taehyung embraces him, it envelopes him in a world where suddenly nothing else exists, just the velvety body and the only scent he'll ever smell.

Taehyung...

It doesn't take long for him to realise the touch of the slender fingers seems different, somehow, and even in the middle of his building want, Jungkook can't help but to worry what it means.

Taehyung's skin is soft and warm where it lingers against him. Suddenly, it hits all at once, the sadness, the... Jungkook knows this feeling well.... the kisses feel like goodbyes, they spring instant tears to his eyes.