Paint Me | TaeKook

White - 2

He was used to keeping still, now, he doesn’t know what to do.

Taehyung was a self-proclaimed introvert (well, he said he was) and had promised to stay that way but if someone---someone like that passes by his eyes, he may not be able to keep his promise.

The way his hips sway to the beat, how he looks so delectable in the attire, white skin now glistening with sweat makes Taehyung paint the boy with his lips, leave red marks and bruise him, and making him his. It’s painfully slow, too slow for Taehyung who is now feeling wet beneath his boxers, his erection wanting to spring free, he’s never been this wanton, hungry for someone.

Suddenly, their eyes met, the boy’s eyes never leaving his. And from that moment, he decided that before the night ends, he needs to know his name.

But he didn’t, much to his disappointment.

After the performance, he mustered up all his courage to go backstage and meet the boy up close but he was told that he went home already, and no one knew him except for the host, and he didn’t try to push his luck, he isn’t close with the person anyway.

He tried to ask Hoseok on their way home if he knew the boy who performed on the stage, but Hoseok just gave him a sheepish grin and said:

“Found someone to bed, eh?”

The thought still lingers even when he got home and he flopped on his bed, tired and slept, dreaming of dim lights, bunny ears and doe eyes.

--+--+--

Mornings for Jungkook were peaceful despite his neighbor doing his morning routine watering her flowers, the faint honks of the vehicles passing by and the early chatter of the women on the shore, he was fine, but today was different – the past days were. He felt that something’s wrong, and it wasn’t on the music he was listening, or the milk he drank, it was something, and he just can’t figure out what that something is.

The question still lingers up until he sets foot in school, his first day when school started a month ago. He had a lot of... well, arrangements to finish.

He entered his noisy first class that fell silent upon seeing him. He lowered his head down in embarrassment. Who would be in school this late anyway?

"JEON JUNGKOOK!"

He turned around, eyes lit up when he hears Jin, his confidante, his bestfriend, his mother. Jin drapes an arm over his shoulder, almost choking him

"I missed you, where have you been?"

"I had finished some stuff in home." he replied, shrugging the thoughts that arises in his head.

They sat down, and their professor entered the room, making the students fly over to their seats.

Jin saw the uneasiness evident in Jungkook's eyes, and whispered "You know very well Jungkook that I'm always here for you, hmm?"

"Yeah, yeah."

Okay, what we'll be dealing today is about the process of...

And with that, the class began.

-+-

Time passed and the morning classes were finished, and Jungkook was so full for all the introductions and attention he received that it made him feel suffocated. They were eating lunch and Jin was talking about someone with blonde hair and dimplea abd all when he noticed that Jungkook isn't listening anymore, which wasn't new but felt different

"A penny for your thoughts?"
Jin poked Jungkook's cheek who is staring into nothingness, not even touching his food.

"What, yes, uh--- it's just-- just stress hyung, that's all."