𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ⓔⓘⓖⓗⓣⓔⓔⓝ

“I don’t know what your feelings are, I don’t know what my feelings are…” he mumbled, the alcohol in his blood resurfacing. “I don’t feel anything.”

“That’s a lie, and you know it,” Jungkook said, seriously. “You care for that girl, if not you would not have avenged her. You care for me, if not you would have killed me in that alley a couple of days ago. If not you would have killed me right then and there in the shower. If not you would have killed me when you came back for your knife. If not─”

“Okay, okay, stop, I get it,” Taehyung admitted, his hands in the air, turning away, woozy.

“You care for me, and I care for you. Now what?” Jungkook asked.

“You think I fucking know? You’re talking to a goddamn psychopath! Do you not understand that?” Taehyung yelled back, switching again in a second.

“Psychopath or not, you have feelings, and you need to stop ignoring them!” Jungkook yelled back.

Taehyung stepped towards him, a finger pointed on his chest.

“You don’t fucking know me, you don’t know what I’ve been through, you don’t know─” Taehyung started.

“Then fucking tell me!” Jungkook exclaimed.

Taehyung looked down and sighed, trying to contain his anger.

“You think I haven’t gone through rough shit? You think you’re the only one with problems in this town? You think you’re the only goddamn psychopath on Earth?” he snarled, old memories resurfacing in his mind.

“I never said─” Taehyung replied, calming down.

“You act like you have it worse than everyone!” Jungkook interrupted, still screaming. “You act like you don’t care about anyone because you’re scared of your own goddamn feelings! You kill people, I chase after death. What’s so fucking different? What makes you so much more fucked up than I am?”

Taehyung put his hands in front of him, motioning for Jungkook to calm down.

“You think I know what I’m feeling? I don’t! I’m just not as much of a pussy as you are; at least I can admit to others what I’m feeling…” he added, his anger turning into sadness. “I can admit that as fucked up as it is, I fucking love you.”

Taehyung’s chest tightened as Jungkook silently cried in front of him.

“You make me feel… alive,” Jungkook admitted, his voice cracking. “However you show it, you care about me. And that’s enough for me. You are a tiny ray of light in my life of darkness. When I first saw you that night, I thought you were an angel. An angel that had come to take my away from the sadness, from the pain, from the loneliness I had felt throughout my whole life. That image always stuck to me. You see yourself as dark, emotionless, deadly… but I see through all that bullshit. I saw it in your eyes. You’re as sad as me. You’re as lost as me. You’re as scared as me.”

Taehyung took a deep breath, his fists clenched, listening carefully.

“We are the same. You don’t want to see it, you don’t want to believe it, but we are. That’s why you couldn’t and can’t kill me. That’s why I’m here, standing in front of you, pouring out my heart to you─”
Taehyung stopped him, pressing their lips together, his hands scavenging through Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook sobbed before giving into the kiss, unable to resist his lover’s urgent lips. His hands hungrily went down his pants, grabbing his ass, pushing him closer. Taehyung groaned in response, used to being the one in charge, excited by the sudden change in roles. His teeth tugged at Jungkook’s lips, the familiar energy between them sparking flames inside their hearts.

Jungkook grabbed Taehyung by his ass, lifting him up off the floor, the latter’s one legs wrapping around his hips. He brought him to the bedroom, where he carefully laid him down on the bed, hovering over him. His hand caressed his knee and trailed upwards, gripping tightly, right to where his growing erection was waiting. His lips brushed against Taehyung’s erection across the rough fabric of his sweatpants teasingly, making him moan deeply. Taehyung watched as Jungkook slipped his fingers under the waistband of his boxers, gently pulling everything off.

“Undress for me,” Taehyung whispered, breathing heavily.

Jungkook stood up and tugged his shirt off in one swift, quick movement, then did the same with his pants and underwear. Taehyung sat up and looked up to Jungkook, slowly approaching his mouth to his hard, twitching cock. Jungkook took a sharp breath in as Taehyung’s warm tongue slid on the tip of his dick, sending shivers up his spine. He took it all at once in his mouth, making Jungkook groan loudly, his hand reaching to Taehyung’s disheveled hair.

Taehyung stopped to put his middle finger inside of his mouth, covering it in saliva, and went back to sucking Jungkook’s cock as his wet finger teased at his entrance. The youngest’s legs stiffened in response, his flexed muscles arousing Taehyung even more. He slid his finger in at the same time as went down on him, making Jungkook yell out in pleasure. He bit the back of his free hand as he carefully watched Taehyung’s skillful mouth going up and down his pulsing dick.

“Tae–I'm gonna–” he said, coming into Taehyung’s mouth before being able to finish his sentence, his legs shaking.

Taehyung swallowed and smiled wickedly as he pulled Jungkook down, flipping him on his stomach. Jungkook winced as his sutures pulled on his wound, but quickly forgot about it when he felt Taehyung’s hot breath on his ass. He bit into the pillow as Taehyung’s wet tongue teased his ass, twirling around and sliding inside. He moaned into the soft fabric, drooling and arching his back more so Taehyung could have better access.

Taehyung slapped Jungkook’s ass hard and bit the other ass cheek, leaving a teeth imprint there. He stroked his own cock, putting lube on it, as he enjoyed the view of Jungkook’s ass in the air, his back arched to the maximum.

He slid himself inside, breathing out as he filled every inch of Jungkook’s ass, taking his time to enjoy all of it. Jungkook whined back, still biting into the pillow, his hands clenching the blankets tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Taehyung thrust more violently into him, taking a break in between each. Every time his cock hit Jungkook’s ass, the youngest yelled out in solace. There was something about getting fucked by Taehyung that made him forget about any of the worries he ever had, that turned his mind completely blank. All he could feel was the raw energy between them, the passion that they exchanged with every touch.

With one last thrust, Taehyung clawed Jungkook’s back, crying out his name as he came inside, overcome with the sensation. He fell on his back beside Jungkook, panting, his eyes closed. Jungkook turned his head to look at him, also out of breath, legs trembling.

He examined his lover, glancing at his chest rising and falling, his parted lips, his perfect features… he almost seemed unreal. All of this felt unreal. Whatever happened, it always came back to this; the crude lust they shared for one another. Jungkook turned on his back, also giving in to the aftershock of the incredible orgasm he had felt.

Taehyung glanced at him and sat up straight, pointing at Jungkook’s wound, blood seeping through the bandage. Jungkook looked down and cursed under his breath, as if it was a simple annoyance. Taehyung swallowed as his heart felt heavy, then got up to get his first aid kit.

“It’s fine─” Jungkook started.

Taehyung shushed him and kept on walking. Jungkook admired the view.