CRY FOR ME

CHAPTER-18 he believed me like a god, i betrayed him like a man.

If I ask him, I know he won't lie...but, if he asked me, doI have to lie?

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Jimin stumbles over the door of the ridiculously rich hotel room, he doesn't stop. Grabbing Taehyung by the collar of navy blue suit, he pulls him into the room. Taehyung used his left leg to close the door behind them. The room was luxuriously decorated, very precisely by the staff but all of the work went in the drain as two strangers got entangled in themselves without acknowledging the world.

One is the victim of temptations and the other is the victim of emotions. The softness of lips against the roughness of embrace is so alluring, how can one resist? Taehyung's heart was cold and Jimin's hands were burning. Now, how low a man's morals can go, to let one kneel and beg for warmth in front of a stranger who can only take his hand and guide him to the cold.

But does any moral or is any amount of self-respect can stop taehyung from breaking himself just so he can feel as little different as what his fate wrote him. No. Once a caged bird starts to grow out its wings and fly to feel freedom, that bird will do everything, anything to touch the freedom and feel it gliding between the ocean of sky.

As Jimin's hand pulls him close. It was so foreign that Taehyung flinched, it was so alluring that his constraint broke but not before straining the glass heart of his. A man can achieve anything and god knew that, created man capable of starting a fight against him, but the man can only start a fight against him, declare war but divinity never made the man capable of winning the war against him or against himself.

The temptation swirls along his emotions luring Taehyung, his mind dancing between the illusions of freedom and his eyes spinning back and forth between Jungkook and Jimin's image. He doesn't even remember where he is, whose hands are inside his coat. But whoever it was, it wasn't Jungkook. He remembers his love, no one can remember one ever.

The hand under his shirt only grew bolder against the skin. A mere contact not even for seconds is so lingering, shaking his nerves. A soft touch of fingers, so harsh against his skin, but rage flowing through him is so empowering, making taehyung feel so disgusting. But it doesn't prevent the man from consuming scum or becoming one.

Sons who fear they turn out like their fathers, they only grow up to realise they are very much similar to their father. As one would say, blood runs thicker than water. Taehyung almost moans in desperation, feeling the anger slightly feeding to the loathing virus that spreads in his whole body, consuming his mind in rage and anger, soothing him in astonishment.

Lust encapsulated both of them. Jimin didn't waste a single second, already working to get his pants off leaving his lucky shirt on. Whenever Jimin wears this shirt something good happens, and the proof is clear. He is about get fucked by a hot stranger and then he is going to rob the man to shreds.

Taehyung lost his control, slightly tripping on Jimin, who helped him to put his head in the junction of collarbone and neck. He breathed deeply there causing the latter to feel pleasure tingling on his skin. His mind drifted back to the party. Is Jungkook worried? Did he even notice him missing? Probably not.