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Chapter 12

Jeongguk wasn't entirely aware of what was happening until Taehyung was already kissing him, his lips exploring hungrily. And then he came back to himself so fast it gave him whiplash, and he slid his eyes shut and tilted his head. Electricity traveled down his spine as Taehyung gripped his hips, tugging him closer. Something hot and wet pressed against Jeongguk's lips and he parted them with a breathless whimper, allowing the elder to slip his tongue inside. The muscle tasted the roof of his mouth and then grazed the underside of his own tongue, and Jeongguk released a lewd moan. Suddenly, there were hands playing with the hem of his t-shirt, and, gathering all his strength, Jeongguk backed away shakily. "H-hyung..."

Taehyung ignored him, latching onto the crook of his neck to suck a mark into his caramel skin, and the maknae was gone. He let out a strangled groan and Taehyung pushed his hands up under his shirt, exploring his toned abdomen. Jeongguk copied him, but moved his hands to the elder's back to brush against his scars. Taehyung arched his spine beautifully, releasing a heavy exhale. "Kookie."

Jeongguk hummed, and Taehyung swooped in to press an open-mouthed kiss to his lips.

Fuck. He'd missed this. He'd missed Taehyung.

And then Jeongguk's shirt was off, the kiss only breaking long enough to get the garment over his head, and Taehyung bent to press hot, sloppy kisses to his chest and abdomen. He growled at how the marks he'd left on the maknae had faded, and he set himself to work placing new hickeys on the tanned skin. Jeongguk's stomach quivered with all the butterflies knocking around inside, and it took all his strength to remain standing as Taehyung dropped to his knees and began to pepper kisses along the skin beneath his navel, dangerously close to the hem of his pants. But before he could travel further south, he changed his mind and stood back up to smash his mouth to the maknae's.

Jeongguk's eyelids fluttered, but he rested his hands on the older boy's shoulders and nudged him back. "Taehyung-ssi."

The elder immediately recoiled, eyes wide. "What, Kookie?"

Jeongguk squirmed at his frown. "It's just...what's the decision I have to make?"

"There is no decision, jagi," Taehyung said, his hands traveling up to cup behind Jeongguk's neck. "The answer you'll give them is 'no.'"

The elder kissed him, much gentler this time but still just as needy. Jeongguk frowned and broke away. "What is it, though?"

Taehyung sighed deeply, fingers playing along Jeongguk's bare sides. "They want you to show them your memories."

Horror must have flashed in Jeongguk's eyes because the elder shook his head. "You're not going to do it, jagi. You're not."

"What makes you say that?" Jeongguk asked, his voice far away.

"Because I won't let you," Taehyung answered, his tone final. He retracted his hands, leaving the maknae to squirm without his touch, and crossed his arms over his chest. "You aren't going to expose everything that makes you, you, just for me. I'm not worth that."

Jeongguk's eyes narrowed, and he pushed around Taehyung to drop onto the cot, snatching his shirt off the ground and tugging it on as he went. He spread out his body so the elder couldn't join him on the hard mattress and stared up at the ceiling. Though this room was a little lighter than his cell, it was still shrouded in inky darkness. He had been angry too much today, and it was draining his energy. Finally, he mused, "Are you even worth anything at all?"

The elder hesitated, frozen to his spot across the room. "What do you mean, jagiya?"

"I mean," Jeongguk pushed himself up, eyeing the boy, "that the answer to anything for you is that you're not worth it. So tell me, Taehyung," he scowled, "what are you worth?"