Taste of ink (VKOOK) (KOOKV)

Diseased

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There were no stars out when Jungkook opened his eyes for the sky was a deep pink rather than the black it had been when he had last closed them. No streetlight constellations and flashing aeroplane birds, just a dusky pink all overhead like a wash of watercolour over a canvas. There were clouds out and they were tinged with glowing orange around the very edges and he slowly lifted his arm to check his watch. 6am. Jungkook lowered it again with a heavy sigh and he recalled something about 4am in his head. He hadn't slept, more taken a brief nap, but he felt strangely awake regardless of this fact. He took a deep breath and detected the scent of grass and exhaust fumes and then he turned his head to look at the sight beside him.

Taehyung was lying on his side, curled up tightly against him. One of his arms was folded under his head to create a makeshift pillow and the other was lying across his stomach. His legs were cocked up and tangled within his tightly and he could feel that warmth coming off his body like it had been they had been riding on Jimin's motorbike. Taehyung's chin was tucked in and was nearly against his collarbones and he couldn't really see his face through his messy hair, just the tip of his nose and his slack lips. Slack and cut lips. There was a small cut near the corner of his mouth on his lower lip and Jungkook briefly wondered if he had done that; if his teeth had bitten down hard enough to break the skin when he had started kissing him last night. He wouldn't be surprised if he had, he recalled getting a little carried away at the sensation of his tongue against his and Taehyung's weight on top of him, particularly his hips that he had ground down against him in languid circles so that the friction of their trousers rubbing together had made his head start spinning.

Jungkook reached over to pull a piece of grass out of his hair and toss it aside. His jacket was pulled in enough to hide his bare midriff but he could see a hint of his navel tattoo under the ends. The collar of his jacket covered half of the grenade tattoo, leaving the pin and the first row of square bumps on show. For the first time in a long time Jungkook's tattoo wasn't itching and it seemed that it might just have healed up.

"Oh god..." Taehyung muttered in his sleep husky voice, "you're still here."

"What? Am I a one-night stand?" Jungkook joked and the other boy opened his eyes.

"You need to fuck for it to be called that." He rolled his eyes at his friend and turned his head to look up at the sky again. It was mellow, somewhat calming in a strange way with the warm colours all mixed in so messily. "What time's it?"

"6am."

"Why am I awake at 6-fucking-am?" Taehyung asked in an incredulous tone. Jungkook didn't answer him and after a moment he groaned and dragged himself just that little closer to him, pressed up against his side. "I wish I had some of that coke right now..."

"I don't, I don't wanna go on another baseball bat smashing spree and wake up with torn muscles again." Taehyung started laughing softly as he rested his head in the hollow between Jungkook's neck and shoulder, cheek brushing against his shirt. "Not my idea of fun, think I'll swear off drugs in the future." The boy called him a fucking square and he sighed. "Yeah I'm a fucking square but that's the coolest shape there is so fuck you, Tae."

"Nu-uh, that's the triangle." He thought this over briefly before asking him why. "'Cos it's a shape and an instrument."