Yoongi's perspective
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I sat sullenly in my room. Mijin had gone to bed a few hours ago, it was 1 am. She had been a greatful distraction. I should have fallen asleep three hours ago too. But.... the way Jungkook had looked, the way he whispered in my ear, the memories of him...
They kept my mind up, deciding that thinking of him was more important than sleeping.
Falling asleep was usually very easy, as I was always exhausted due to my condition. Last year, even though I slept ten hours a night, my mom had needed to buy me concealer to hide my dark circles. They were still obvious now, just less so.
I thought again to Jungkook's lips.
I pressed my fingers to my own. I could almost still feel them there, if I thought hard enough.
Fuck.
I grabbed the glass of blood I had now refilled three times tonight. This one was halfway gone.
I was not gay, my search history had proven that long ago. And my mom knew it. I remember the talk she gave me about downloading porn, and how she told me to just stream it so my laptop wouldn't get as many viruses.
Ever since then I made sure to delete my search history.
But the way his body pressed against mine, and the way mine had responded. I still remember the way Jungkook was blushing as he got off of me the first time, and the way I had felt myself hardening when he grinded into me.
The thought left me shivering. I wanted him to do more. I wanted to do more to him.
I sighed, frustrated. Maybe its just that I had never thought about being with a guy before. It just, hadn't been a posibility. And somehow, now it was. I had known him for two weeks.
Frick.
I thought of his face, slightly red with a blush, his dark brown eyes hidden by his chocolate brown hair. His pink lips, slightly apart, breathing slightly allated.
I felt the blood rushing to my dick. Shit.
I sat up in my bed and grabbed my laptop.
When I had reached Google, I typed in: 'Gay Sex'
Well shit. Maybe I'm a little gay.
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I sat quietly in math. Jungkook looked oddly, appethic, even when J had greeted him earlier. I felt awkward and now wished we didn't sit next to each other. I couldn't stop looking over at him.
During our personal study time, he liked like we was having trouble. We kept clenching and stretching out his hand. It had a few cuts and bruises on it thar I hadn't seen last night.
I turn to continue working on my math when I smell iorn, the fresh smell of it. Sharp and sweet.
I turn to see Jungkook's hand bleeding from a scar that hadn't yet fully formed.
"Hey, Jungkook?" I say looking at the blood dripping down his hand in a single bead and landing on the wood of the desk. I bit my lip to stop myself from licking my lips.
I felt the overwhelming urge to grab his hand and lick it till it stopped bleeding.
".... You're.... uh...." I choked out.
I turn away as Jungkook looks down at his hand, now with a surprised expression.
"Oh." I hear him whisper under his breath. I'm not sure even he noticed.
"Are you uh...." I trailed off, gesturing for him to go wash his hands or something else. The smell of his blood was overwhelming.
He says something I can't quite make out while standing up to go ask the teacher for permission to leave.
When he leaves, I stare at the single drop of blood on his desk.
I look around to see if anyone is looking. Then I reach my hand out and wipe up the drop with my finger. I look at the red liquid on my finger, it's fresher than anything I'd had since the cat.
I put my finger in my mouth and let the taste linger. I stop myself from groaning outright. The taste of a single drop of Jungkook's blood gad been the best thing he had ever tasted before. It had a deeper taste to it than cow.
Then I felt like puking. This was another person, one that I care about. And I'm considering them like food.
I shake the thought from my head as I try to complete my math assignment. As the bell rings for the end of the class period, I bolt out of the classroom and head for the bathroom.
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Rain drop, drop top
Someone make me fucking stop.
Re-edited 10/22/17 11:48 pm
