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"... Jesus fucking christ, why didn't you tell me you couldn't swim?"
It was three AM.
Drops of water hit the cold wooden floors of Jungkook's apartment. Jungkook's dry jacket damp on Taehyung's shoulders as Jungkook flickers the light on. He gently leads Taehyung to his bedroom, Taehyung's tan skin cold as ice from the late night breeze. Jungkook's skin icy we Taehyung's as he drags his soaking wet clothes along with him.
Taehyung's shoulders stuttered as he gripped Jungkook's jacket tightly. "... I didn't think it would be a detail i needed to tell, I didn't know I would end up falling off a cliff."
"You could of died," Jungkook sighs. Taehyung stands in the middle of his bedroom, the carpet soaking the lake water. "... You had me worried, what if you hit your head on a rock?"
"You saved me didn't you?" Taehyung says, "I'm still here."
Jungkook rummaged through his closet, pulling out a towel and dry clothes. "Still, you shouldn't do that. Why did you try to hit that guy away?" he hands Taehyung the towel and warm clothes.
"I can't explain it yet," Taehyung sighs, "... I'll tell you when I'm ready."
"That's okay," Jungkook nods, and faces Taehyung, "... But are you really okay?"
Taehyung nods and takes off Jungkook's jacket. "O-Oh um, the bathroom's outside on the right," Jungkook says,
"It's alright," Taehyung softly laughs, "We're both guys."
"... Yeah but," Jungkook sighs, "Nevermind."
"How was your talk with Jimin?" Taehyung says, unbutton his shirt. His back faces Jungkook.
"... He's," Jungkook takes off his beanie and places it on the nightstand, and unclips his wrist watch, "... He's not- I don't know, but I just... I feel a bit relieved now.."
"That's good,"
Jungkook takes off his wet shirt, facing the window. The city lights illuminated the city as the moon shone through. The only thing that lit up Jungkook's room was the dim lamp that rested on the nightstand. In the reflection of the window, Taehyung's arms wrap around Jungkook's bare waist.
The cold feeling of their skin together made Jungkook shiver. Taehyung places his soft plump lips against the back of Jungkook's porcelain shoulders. Both had dripping wet hair, but soon they began to warm up a bit from each other's touch.
"... Are you starting to feel a bit better about yourself now?" Taehyung quietly asks, his arms around Jungkook's waist, "... A little happy?"
Jungkook soothes into Taehyung's touch, and puts his hands on top of Taehyung's. He looks out the window. "... A little," he says with a soft smile.
Taehyung's fingers brush against Jungkook's wrist tattoo. Slowly turning it to get the full view of the bold initials. The ink had turned a bit faint, but it was still prominent.
Taehyung's bare chest was pressed against Jungkook's back until he's turned around and Jungkook's hands grip the underside of his thick thighs. Jungkook places Taehyung on the window sill, the view to Jungkook's eyes is now Taehyung.
Dripping wet hair, eyes slightly hooded, and chest bare, Taehyung still managed to look gorgeous to Jungkook's eyes. Without a thought, he grips Taehyung's hip and leans in.
"... I'm a little happy," he softly says, his forehead pressed against Taehyung's.
Taehyung places his hands on Jungkook's cheeks, caressing the soft skin with the pad of his thumb. With a gentle nudge, he places his lips against his. Basking in the warming skin of Jungkook's. Jungkook is eager to accept Taehyung's lips.
Soft, soft liquor scented lips had Jungkook in bliss. He handled Taehyung with the softest grasp, gentlest grip, as if Taehyung was the frailest thing he ever touched.
Jungkook wanted more, he wanted to cherish Taehyung under his touch. The thoughts of Jimin, Yoongi, the fight, the water, the alcohol, they all filled his mind. He needed a release, he needs something else to think of. Circling more and more in his mind, he wants it to all go.
All those pent up thoughts, Jungkook's grip on Taehyung's hip tightened. His lips now hungrily tasting the liquor of his lips. Deprived, hungry, sorrowful, angry, it all stops when Taehyung places his hand on Jungkook's chest. His mouth begging for air, Jungkook pulls away slightly, licking his lips.
"... I'm sorry," Jungkook loosens his grip, "... Did i hurt you?" His cheeks felt damp, droplets hit Taehyung's thigh, yet he still felt numb.
"... Why are you crying?" Taehyung asks, wiping his cheeks with the pad of this thumbs.
Jungkook laughs softly, sniffling. "... I cant tell if i'm happy or shit," he says,
Taehyung softly pecks his lips. "Take your time," he says.
"... You're hands, they're warm," Jungkook mutters, placing his hands over Taehyung's.
