STAY for a while (Taekook)

💜Chapter-11💜

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                               Warmth
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The dawn barely begins to creep through the curtains, casting faint shadows on the two entwined bodies beneath the blanket. A week has passed since Taehyung and Jungkook returned to the familiar cycle that seemed unbreakable, a loop of pain, anger, and sorrow that they both could never quite escape.

The room is silent except for the sound of their breathing, uneven and heavy. It's 4 AM, and jungkook’s eyes are wide open, staring blankly at the wall before him. His mind is a storm, swirling with emotions he can't seem to control—hurt, frustration, and a deep, unspoken sadness. He can feel the warmth of taehyung's body pressed against his back, the elder’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist, as if holding on for dear life.

Tears have long dried on jungkook's cheeks, but the sting of them remains, a reminder of the countless nights spent like this. Taehyung, oblivious or perhaps just refusing to acknowledge the turmoil beneath his touch, buries his face into the crook of jungkook's neck, seeking solace in the younger’s presence. His grip tightens, pulling jungkook closer, as if by doing so, he could mend the rift that continues to grow between them.

But jungkook doesn't’t move, doesn’t push him away, doesn’t pull him closer. He simply lies there, his body tense, his mind miles away, lost in the darkness that neither of them seem to know how to escape. The warmth of tae’s body against his back feels both comforting and suffocating, a bittersweet reminder of what their relationship is.

The silence between them was thick, almost suffocating. Taehyung’s voice, low and husky from the early morning and the remnants of unspoken emotions, broke the stillness.

“Today is Mini’s birthday,” he murmured, his breath warm against Jungkook’s neck, sending a shiver down his spine. There was a pause as Taehyung gathered the words he needed to say, his voice softer, yet firm. “I want you to be ready by 5. I’ll come to pick you up.”

His face remained buried in the crook of Jungkook’s neck, the proximity making every word resonate deeper, carrying with it the weight of all that was unsaid.

But Jungkook didn’t respond. The silence that followed felt like a chasm opening between them. Taehyung’s heart clenched, a familiar ache spreading through his chest. He tightened his hold on Jungkook’s body, his arm curling around him with a desperation that spoke of his fear—fear that Jungkook might slip away, even if just emotionally.

He needed an answer, any response, anything to let him know that he was heard. The quiet refusal to acknowledge him, to engage, felt like a thousand tiny cuts, each one deeper than the last. But all he could do was hold on, hoping that the strength of his embrace might somehow convey what his words could not.When the silence stretched on, Taehyung felt a hollow ache growing in his chest, each second without a response digging deeper into him. His grip on Jungkook's body gradually loosened, the weight of his emotions making his movements slow, almost hesitant. With a deep breath, he gently grasped Jungkook and turned him over, forcing the younger man to face him.

As their eyes met, or rather, as Taehyung looked upon Jungkook’s downcast gaze, he felt a sharp, inexplicable pain—a pain that clawed at the remnants of tenderness he’d tried so hard to bury. Jungkook's face, serene yet haunted, held a kind of innocence that only deepened the sorrow in Taehyung’s heart. But he couldn’t allow himself to dwell on it. He had to shrug off that feeling, just as he had shrugged off so many others that once tied him to Jungkook—everything except the anger, except the hate that seemed to be the only emotion he could truly hold on to.

His hand moved of its own accord, caressing the soft skin of Jungkook’s waist, feeling the warmth and fragility beneath his fingertips. Yet, even in this tender touch, there was a hardness in Taehyung’s eyes, a refusal to let the softness of the moment seep into him.

Jungkook’s eyes remained lowered, heavy with the weight of unspoken words and the exhaustion that came from enduring too much for too long. He seemed too tired, too defeated to lift them, as if he’d lost the strength to meet Taehyung’s gaze, to confront whatever might be lurking there.

Taehyung’s hand lingered on Jungkook’s waist, his touch a silent plea, a desperate attempt to bridge the distance between them, even as his heart warred against it. But the pain in his chest persisted, an unyielding reminder of what they had lost, of what they had become. And as much as he tried to ignore it, to focus on the anger and bitterness that had taken root in him, that tiny, unknown pain refused to fade.

Tae hand moved up and went up touching his breast his eyes still on his face who did not have a single expression on his face just blank, tired .
When his vainy hand caressing it while looking at him his eyes trying to find....
Any emotion on his face but could not find any.

Tae's body moved down and soon his face buried between his breast rubbing his face in it.
The boobs softness is a weak point for tae he can't control himself his hand moved down caressing his thighs his face still there and his one hand take younger hand moved to his own head and silently asked him to caress his  back of head.

Jungkook did as he asked his body caged in him, his thighs caressing by his vainy hand and his elder's lips liking, sucking and kissing a part between his boobs.

His body has loosened control  over his own body , eyes refuse to cry anymore and his mind now accepts the thing that he is the reason for everything.

Pain, anger, suffering, curse, agony everything is stamped on his life.

His subconscious mind now saying that you are a curse of everyone's life.

His tiny heart now stops beating, it's just its natural process rather he died until now.

His finger caressing the scalp of the elder looking at now another wall and feeling the sensation of liking, kissing, and sucking.

When people continually blamed for something they started believing in it....

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