Starving (M)

Chapter 2 - Bring On Disaster

"F-Fuck me, please. I need you." Taehyung begged. The words made Jungkook's dick twitch.

Jungkook pushed in slowly, savoring the feeling of Taehyung's tight walls gripping his cock. Before he could set a steady pace, he was roughly pulled away and shoved to the ground.

Taehyung slid down the wall, quickly catching himself and pulling his jeans and underwear up before anyone noticed he was fully exposed. Luckily, his shirt was long enough to cover him. When Jungkook fell, men and women flocked to his side, grasping his shirt and face and asking if he was okay like predators waiting for their prey. The blonde blinked, trying to understand what had happened, and that's when he saw Ibiki standing before him. 

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Ibiki glared down at Jungkook with his fists clenched.

"Hands off, Jeon. He's mine." The jock tried to look threatening, but Taehyung rolled his eyes and pushed past him. Taehyung waved the predators away and helped Jungkook to his feet. He shielded Jungkook from prying eyes as the ravenette fixed his underwear and pants. The playboy tucked himself back into his boxers, aware of the prying eyes watching him and his every movement. Once he was finished and his belt was buckled, Jungkook flashed a dazzling smile and clutched Taehyung's hand to his heart, batting his lashes.

"My hero." He whispered, kissing Taehyung on the cheek. The blonde smiled warmly, but their moment was interrupted when Ibiki shoved Jungkook away. He stood between Taehyung and Jungkook.

Annoyed, Taehyung smacked the jock on the shoulder. His eyes burned with anger and disappointment.

"Move, Ibiki. Get back to your date."

The tall jock ignored Taehyung and stared at Jungkook, his face twisted from jealousy and rage. Jungkook regarded him coolly, not impressed by the apparent show the tall idiot tried to put on.

Ibiki turned back to Taehyung. His lips were swollen, and lipstick was on his neck, shoulders, and face. He smelled like cheap perfume. It was obvious that he had been occupied before interrupting Taehyung and Jungkook. Taehyung looked past him and saw the woman Ibiki spent most of the night with. 

She wore a short skirt with a ripped tank top, and dark hickeys lined her throat. Her hair was tousled, and her makeup was smudged. The lipstick she wore was a stain on her swollen lips. Her dark brown hair contrasted with her pale skin and light brown eyes. Her face was round with a button nose and thin lips. Her body was average, with no amazing features except short skirts and revealing tops. She watched from the corner of the room, her eyes wide once she realized the man she had been with all night was entangled with someone else. 

Taehyung wrinkled his nose, their eyes meeting briefly, and both giving each other a once over. The woman bit her lip, shrinking back into the crowd while Taehyung raised an eyebrow with his nose in the air. Ibiki was still in the way, thinking he could be the shield that would block Taehyung from Jungkook's eyes, but all it did was make Taehyung scoff. 

'Wow. He thinks he has a right to be jealous.' Taehyung thought. Ibiki took his focus off of Jungkook and turned to Taehyung, hoping he would listen to what he was about to say. 

"Look, baby, I know I messed up, but we can fix it. You don't need to sleep with somebody like Jungkook to get back at me." Ibiki pleaded, hoping his words would affect Taehyung. But they floated in one ear and out of the other as Taehyung rolled his eyes at the man. He waved him off, tired of his excuses. Taehyung's face hardened as he looked back at Ibiki, his gaze unwavering.

Ibiki knew he couldn't afford to lose Taehyung. Taehyung was the best and the most beautiful of the people he's been with. If he lost Taehyung, then Ibiki knew he would never get anyone like him again. He wouldn't let Taehyung go, not without a fight. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak again. He knew he had to convince Taehyung to stay with him.