𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ⓕⓞⓤⓡⓣⓨⓣⓦⓞ

His head turned quickly as he heard someone come in, and he suddenly relaxed when his eyes crossed Jungkook's. He left his unbuckled belt alone and walked towards him, as if unconsciously drawn to him like magnet. His hands quickly met with his face, cupping his jaw in his tense hands softly. He left a soft kiss on his lover's lips, feeling his hands pulling his untied belt to tug him closer. He stopped and looked into his eyes, slightly brushing their lips together, taking in the familiar, unbelievably comforting scent of one another.

"Why is it that I miss you so much when I saw you just hours before," Taehyung whispered, pushing Jungkook's hair behind his ear, leaving soft kisses on his jaw.

Jungkook could not help but let out a faint moan as he felt Taehyung's warm lips cover his jaw and neck with kisses, the known touch of his lover making him react as greatly as it always did, pulling him in effortlessly. His hands trailed underneath Taehyung's shirt, fingers digging into his heated skin, feeling every curve and line his body had to offer. He suddenly opened his eyes, the moment broken, as he felt Taehyung's touch abruptly stop, and he looked to the side only to see Jimin in the doorway, holding Taehyung's favorite dress shirt in his hands.

"Thank you, Jimin," Taehyung said as he took it out of his hands and threw it on his bed.

"I didn't even hear him," Jungkook mumbled when the man left them alone again.

Jungkook's eyes followed the dress shirt on the bed, and he could not help but notice pictures on the covers. He grinned and glanced at Taehyung just before letting go of him, walking towards the bed. He took the polaroids in his hands and raised his eyebrows, asking questions with his eyes when he glanced back up. Taehyung scratched the back of his head and blushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed. He felt like a teenager getting caught watching porn by his parents.

"Were you masturbating to my pictures?" Jungkook asked, teasing him.

Taehyung bit down on his bottom lip and smirked, nodding against his will. Jungkook chuckled as he set the pictures back on the bed, the memories of that particular scene coming back to him. It had been a whole new feeling; something he had never thought he would like. As much as he liked being the bottom, the whole idea of being completely vulnerable somewhat scared him. With Taehyung, however, it was not the same. He trusted him without exceptions, and giving himself completely to him seemed anything but scary. He turned back to face Taehyung, slipping his blazer off of his shoulders and onto the floor, pulling Taehyung back closer to him by his shirt's collar. Taehyung groaned and smirked wickedly, a dark flame gleaming in his eyes. He continued his previous sensual torment, kissing every inch of skin he could see on Jungkook.

"If we fuck all the time, you'll get sick of me quicker," Jungkook spoke softly, half joking, getting lost in his thoughts because of his lover's touch.

"I could never get sick of you," Taehyung breathed into his neck, biting at the sensitive skin.

Jungkook moaned out and instinctively clawed Taehyung through his shirt, wanting to rip it off of him and see the magnificence of his boyfriend's body yet again. Taehyung's words echoed through his mind and he smiled, completely smitten by him. They lost themselves in each other once again, sharing the passionate love they had always felt for each other. To them, making love was just another way of saying "I love you". It was not just about the physical contact, the final release, but more so about the connection and vulnerability they felt whenever they did. It was to show the puzzling love they felt for each other, to communicate it without ever having to say a word. It was easier for them that way.

Jimin stood over the sink, arms resting on the sides of it. He stared at his white knuckles, the blood flow in his fingers stopped with his solid grip on the porcelain. He then looked back up at his face, at his disheveled wet hair, at his bloodied lip, at the finger marks tattooed on his neck. They were faint, but a focused look was all it took to see them. He wiped the blood off of his lip, slightly spreading it on his flushed cheek.

Was this what a broken heart felt like? He was torn at the feeling of emptiness, yet terrible pain clawing out from his chest. He felt mad, sad, disappointed... and especially stupid. Stupid to believe that there could possibly have something between him and Taehyung, stupid to think that the man's loving stare at his lover could be turned to himself. He had known all this time that Taehyung had been desperately in love with Jungkook, but had not wanted to believe it. His rose tinted glasses had fucked him over, once again. He cursed and spat the reddened saliva out of his mouth, the bitten up inside of his cheeks still seeping out blood.

Two sides of him were fighting against each other, yelling at one another so loudly it made Jimin feel sick. All he could do was stand there as the opposite sides of him argued relentlessly over the next course of action, over Jimin's next decision. On one side, he was to stay back and let everything go. Let his admiration for Taehyung dissipate completely, and finish his contract without any other quarrel. It was the smartest idea, the only one that he should listen to and follow. However, the stronger, obsessive part of him wanted more, wanted to stick to his original plan to make the Master shift sides; to make him love him. The suggestion haunted him immensely, blurring his rational, usually wise decision-making.

He knew he could offer so much to him, much more than the other ever could. He was stronger in character, and definitely more loyal. He did not need to go out and have a job to feel accomplished, he would stay by Taehyung’s side every single second of their passing life, bound to him with his unconditional love. He did not want to believe it: but he loved him. As fucked up and perverse of a love it was, it was still that.