In the other part of the city, the room was silent, save for the rhythmic pounding of Taehyung. The digital clock on the wall read 2:13 AM, the red numbers glowing faintly in the dim light.
"F...ck like that. Faster." He growled, drenched in sweat, his breaths coming out in harsh, ragged gasps that echoed in the emptiness of the room.
"D..mn it. S..ck it. Harder... harder... Ahhh.." He groaned, his mind was racing, thoughts crashing into each other as fast as his heart was pounding. He increased the speed, pushing his body harder, faster. His abdomen burned with every thrust, but he didn’t care.
The pain was welcome, he needed it, craved it. Anything to drown out the whirlwind of emotions that had been building up inside him all night.
"Fu..ck. d..mn it. Ufff.." He rolled over on the bed with the white pillow, which lay crushed under his body weight.
He gritted his teeth, jaw clenched as he pushed his body to the limit. His tank top clung to his skin, damp with sweat, while droplets trickled down his neck, disappearing beneath the fabric. His hand was tightly gripped on the white pillow as he threw his head backward with parted lips, his m.mbr pressed against the soft fabric.
"Uff. Jungkook." He m..aned with hooded eyes, as he thr..sted into the pillow, every muscle in his body screamed in protest, but he ignored it, his focus solely on the white cushion in front of him, the speed climbing higher with each thr..st. Images of Jungkook flickered in front of his eyes, making him groan again.
The air was thick, the scent of sweat and c..m hanging in the stillness. His hands tightened around the pillow as he leaned forward, forcing his body to stay in sync with the relentless pace.
But it wasn’t enough. It never was.
"Clench.. Yeah.. just like that, Jungkook." With a growl of frustration, Taehyung slammed onto the pillow, c..ming for the third time, his chest heaving as he stumbled forward and falling completely on to the pillow.
"Haaaa... Uhhh... Uff..." He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. His legs trembled beneath him, but the fire burning inside hadn’t dimmed.
He rolled over and laid straight on the bed, his chest heaving up and down, his m..mber semi hard. He dragged his body up slowly and pulled his drenched tank top and threw it, somewhere in the room.
He then stretched his hand towards the side table and grabbed the bottle of water. His hand trembled slightly as he lowered the bottle from his lips, the remnants of water glistening in the dim light. Taehyung leaned back on to the bed, taking a moment to steady his breathing, but the images flooded back, relentless and vivid.
He could see Jungkook’s smile, bright and warm, lighting up the crowded room like a beacon amidst the sea of faces. Those starry eyes, how they seemed to twinkle with innocent and wonder, haunted him. It was the way Jungkook laughed, an effortless sound that drew him in, making him feel a little lighter, a little more alive.
But it was more than just that smile. It was the way Jungkook moved, the easy grace with which he navigated the crowd, completely at home in his skin.
Taehyung could still feel the lingering heat of their handshake, the briefest of touches that sent electric shocks through his entire body. That touch had ignited everything within him, a flicker of desire that he could no longer ignore.
Jungkook is his! No matter what!
He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, trying to push the thoughts clouding his mind, but they clung to him like shadows. The image of Jungkook’s lips hovering above his lips like ripped red strawberry danced on the edge of his mind. The innocent allure that wrapped around Jungkook like a delicate veil, enchanting yet utterly maddening.
