Jungkook's Heart - Taekook

eight.

Jungkook stumbled back up a few steps, still facing Taehyung, but now just wanting to get away. He turned around and quickened his pace, staggering away faster and faster, still not able to walk completely straight, until he heard a deep, fervent, voice.

"Don't you dare do another runner on me, Jeon Jungkook."

Jungkook froze in his spot, unsure of what to do, standing away from Taehyung. He heard footsteps coming closer and closer, firm, decided footsteps determined of getting what they want. Suddenly he felt a pair of warm, steady arms around his waist and a chin on his right shoulder. Then, a warm breath swept against his ear.

The deep, husky voice whispered, "I'm not letting you get away this time."

They stood there, in the same position for quite a while. Wholly absorbed in the moment and wildly overwhelmed sensually; unable to think right.

The only thing Jungkook knew at that moment was that every inch of his body that Taehyung was in contact with, was alive. And burning.

Every sense of Taehyung on his skin – his soft, warm breath against his ear and exposed neck in the bitter cold air; his faint heartbeat on his own back through the thin fabric of his shirt... They were all killing him and rejuvenating him and at the same time. He couldn't move or speak... He just stood there dumbfounded. All he could feel was Taehyung. All he could think was Taehyung, and his proximity to him.

All he could think about was Taehyung's body...

...Taehyung's touch.

The only thing Taehyung knew at that moment was that he was not letting go of him anytime soon.

He had found who he had longed for. The boy he never could forget. He was latching onto him like his whole life depended on it, with a superhuman strength that came directly from the very center of his soul.

As he tightened his grip around the younger, he made himself a promise which he would keep for the rest of his life:

He would never let go.

Jungkook slowly turned around, facing his beautiful lover's face. He observed his face carefully, drinking in every last detail of it. The lines, curves, edges, creases... How his smile strangely resembled a square, how his eyes shone so crazily brightly...

After trailing his eyes all over his face, Jungkook's eyes settled on the older boy's eyes. He stared determinedly but dreamily into the two breathtaking dark brown swirls which shot out beams stronger and more radioactive than anything anyone could ever imagine. Taehyung stared straight back, a sort of firm, protective aggressiveness was painted all over his face, with the tiniest upwards curl of his lips.

With the tips of his cheekbones growing slightly red, Jungkook lost the intense staring contest and broke into a genuine but shy, childish smile and quickly dropped his gaze. He abashedly buried his head in Taehyung's shoulder before fully embracing him and hugging him achingly tight, every cell of his existence pushing him further towards Taehyung's body.

As he hugged Taehyung with all his might, he felt something slowly shift within him. He almost heard a "click"; the turning of a cog in his brain – the flipping over to a new page.

It was the sound of the key turning inside the lock and swinging the door open. Jungkook had finally freed himself of his chains. He had finally let himself go.

Taehyung felt the slow but quickening rise and fall of Jungkook's shoulders jolt up and down unpredictably before he heard the heart-wrenching sobs, and felt the tears, fresh and warm with sorrow, on his own shoulder.

He didn't know this, but he was the key to the lock that had kept Jungkook locked away. He was the one that tugged at the strings that bound Jungkook's heart, and it was he who had ripped them open.

Of course it wouldn't to be easy on Jungkook. Those confining, hindering heart strings had been implanted there by his mother, very early on in his life. By the society, long before he was even born. And they had grown stronger, wrapped around tighter and tighter like a boa constrictor, squeezing harder, and locking his heart further away.

The strings had merged with his heart. They became a part of his heart.

So of course it wouldn't be easy on Jungkook. He was having his heart torn apart.

Taehyung felt more and more helpless with every hitch of Jungkook's breath, with every jolt of Jungkook's shoulder that struggled desperately to remove some more of this damning weight which he carried all his life.

Taehyung couldn't think of anything that could make it okay, that could stop the steady stream of salty tears dense with misery, flowing from the younger's eyes. The tears were so heavy and ceaseless, that it was as though Jungkook was bleeding from his heart rather than crying from his eyes.

Maybe he needed this, he thought. The younger had all these pent up emotions which he could now finally let go of, which he could finally release. It was perfectly understandable that they all came cascading out of him with such tremendous force in the form of tears.

"It's alright," Tae said, as he held him tightly and rubbed his back softly.

"It's alright," he whispered, as he pulled him even closer.

He hugged him firmly, with all of his existence. As if everything in the entire world depended on this. As if this moment, as if this boy was the only thing that had ever mattered, and could ever mater.

"It's alright." he whispered one last time.

Those were the exact words Jungkook really needed to hear.

Nothing more.

And nothing less.