𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ⓣⓗⓘⓡⓣⓨⓣⓦⓞ

No torture or murder could give Taehyung the thrill Jungkook's touch could. There was something so intoxicating between the two of them; an unexplainable force that drew them to one another as Icarus was to the sun. What they shared was stronger than any alcohol, more addictive than any drug. When they were together, they could unapologetically be themselves. They could open up their twisted hearts and be accepted, be loved. They could share their sadness, their pain, and turn it into the passionate love that had bloomed between the two of them.

Taehyung groaned in Jungkook's ear as he pushed his fingers inside to the hilt. Jungkook whined in response, immobile, a slave to his touch. In that moment, Taehyung could do whatever he would have wanted to do with him. He was his. He had told him this before. All of him; it was his. For now and forever. For as long as he would walk on this earth, for as long as his lungs would breathe.

He turned himself to face Taehyung and kissed him sloppily, hungrily, , a hand reaching to the stiff cock pressing against his thigh. He slipped his hand underneath his underwear, stroking his dick up and down. Taehyung bit down on Jungkook's bottom lip, subdued by his caress, breathing heavily. He then hovered over Jungkook and pressed his body into the mattress, grinding his erection against Jungkook's. They moaned in each other's mouths, fingers grabbing and digging. Taehyung pulled both his and Jungkook's pants and underwear down to their knees, kicking his own off. He took both their cocks in his hand, stroking them slowly. Jungkook whined and sucked on Taehyung's neck, hips twitching under his grope.

In one harsh movement, he slipped off the rest of Jungkook's clothes and spread his legs, hands gliding up his thighs. He trailed his tongue from his balls to the tip of his cock, still going up to reach his nipples. He teased at the buds with his teeth as he aligned his cock at Jungkook's asshole. He pressed the tip against it as he moved to his mouth, kissing him roughly as he slowly inserted himself inside.

Goosebumps covered his arms as he gently thrust deeper, shocks of electricity coursing through his body. He looked into Jungkook's tear-filled eyes that stared right back at him, observing his face as one would a masterpiece. He hit the deepest spot inside him and moaned loudly, crushing Jungkook's body underneath his own. He thrust faster, sliding his arms underneath Jungkook to hold him close, to press them together. He dug his nails in his sweat slicked skin, drawing blood as he thrust violently, needily into him.

Jungkook yelled out, overcome with pleasure, arms around Taehyung's neck. His broken hand lost itself in his hair as his other hand reach down to his ass, grabbing it and pushing him even deeper into him. His lips lingered underneath Taehyung's, exchanging their hot breaths, tasting their sweat. They both cried.

Taehyung sat across from Jungkook at the dusty table, a warm cup of coffee in hand. He ran his fingers through his clean, wet hair and took a deep breath, patiently waiting for Jungkook to speak. It was not his place to speak first. He was in the wrong. He needed to hear what Jungkook had to say first before anything. He was the one that was especially in pain, that had lived miserably for a month, waiting for an explanation that would not come. Making love to him was not enough, he knew that. It was something that had happened in the spur of the moment, as it always did between the two of them. Now was time for talking. His worst flaw.

Jungkook gulped as he scratched the surface of the table, deep in thought. He had no clue where to start. His rash feelings had slightly dissipated, his passionate reunion with Taehyung having calmed him down, but he still felt angry. Angry, sad, disappointed, lost, scared, worried. He had really thought he had lost him. It had been the most painful thing to consider. Now all of that was off the table; he was back. Back from where? When? How? What? Who?

"Why?" he asked, cutting the silence, finally giving sound to his thoughts.

Taehyung knew he had nothing to hide from Jungkook. Even if he did have something to hide, he would not. He had sworn to himself to be completely and utterly honest with him, to the most precise detail, and to let him in on his every thought during their month apart. He understood Jungkook's pain more than he would think. He had not left as easily as it had seemed.

"I heard word that they were looking into disappearances in the neighborhood," Taehyung answered calmly. "The slight evidence they had could have traced them back to me. I could not take the chance. So I left."

"So you left. Just like that. Without a word, not even a fucking note," Jungkook spat, nodding, not even daring to look into his eyes as he bit as the insides of his cheeks.

"Jungkook... I... It's more complicated than that... Seconds were counted, I acted impulsively," Taehyung defended, leaning forward. "If I were to go down, I did not want you to have to see it. I did it for your own good."

"My own good? What do you know about my own good, Taehyung?" Jungkook replied, raising his voice. "You left me. You abandoned me. I had no fucking clue where you had gone to. I spent weeks looking through every corner of this goddamn city, wondering where the fuck the person I loved the most in the world had gone to."

Taehyung swallowed as he leaned back into his chair, defeated. He had no excuse for what he had done. He had regretted it every time he thought about it, but knew that going back would put both him and Jungkook in danger. There was nothing he could do to erase what he had done, to erase the bad decisions he had taken. All he could do was live with their consequences, with the possibility of hurting and maybe even losing the man he loved.