His Buried Past| Taekook

Chapter 16

The boy shoots up in bed, his hair damp, chest rising and falling as he gasps for air, and sweat making his shirt cling to his skin. Eyes wide, he glances wildly around the room, remembering where he is now. "It was just a dream," he mutters to himself, "Not real."

Climbing from the twisted sheets, he pads into the adjoining bathroom. Stepping beneath the spray of the water, he relaxed as the sweat from his sleep washed away. As he rubbed the soap into his skin, the echoes from the dream teased at him, his breath feeling heavier in his lungs.

His fingers tangled in inky black hair as he panted, his head thrown back, exposing the vulnerable skin of his throat to the harsh kisses and sucks of his lover's lips. Feeling teeth pressing into his soft skin, he knows his skin will be painted in lilac and black marks before the older boy is through. Feeling a strong thigh pressing against his burgeoning hard-on, a moan slips past his swollen lips. As the other boy raises his mouth to the smaller boy's ear, he breathes, "What does my babyboy want? Hmm?"

"Kookie, please..."

The taller clicks his tongue, "That's not my name right now baby, is it?"

The smaller whines, his hips bucking against the muscled leg of his lover, desperate for friction. "Daddy," he bites his full bottom lip, heat coiling in his stomach.

The older grins against his ear, "What baby? Use your words."

Past the point of embarrassment, he gasps, "Please fvck me Daddy, please, please, please..."

Sucking in a sharp breath, V snapped out of his thoughts, cursing at the erection he was now sporting. Turning the water to icy cold, he gritted his teeth, willing his body to calm down. When he was finally under control, he stepped out, drying himself and pulling on the clean t-shirt, boxers, and sweats that Jin had left out for him earlier.

Combing through his damp hair, he ponders what he'd learned from Jungkook earlier, as well as what he hadn't learned. He knew Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and Suga would never hurt him, but he couldn't ignore the fact that they were hiding things from him anymore. He also felt relatively certain that what he'd learned about his life with Jungkook, Jin, Jimin, and the others was not a lie. But he knew they hadn't told him the whole truth either. Earlier, when Jungkook had been there...

"Kookie..." His eyes flew open wide, his hands freezing in his silver hair. Jungkook, Kookie... The lover he remembered in his dreams, was that Jungkook? His mind raced over what he'd learned, remembering how Jin had told him that nothing could have kept them away when he'd been attacked "Especially not Jungkook". And how the mafia leader had called him "baby" when he'd been injured that night. What had he and Jungkook been to each other?

As his mind flew, trying to fit the puzzle pieces together, his blood raced in his veins, his hands forming fists and eyes narrowing in determination. He was done with the secrets. First, Jeon and the rest had kept their mafia life a secret when he was Taehyung, then Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and Suga had kept his whole life a secret, and now, he knew Jungkook was still keeping secrets. He'd had enough.

If Jungkook and the rest thought this room would keep Byun Baekhyun's 'pet monster' prisoner, they were dead wrong. He was going to show them that V was a person you should not fvck with.

Downstairs

Jungkook was in his office, trying his best to concentrate on the report Namjoon had forwarded to him, but the words kept blurring together. Having Taehyung under the same roof, and not being able to get close to him, was picking at his brain, a constant source of frustration. He wasn't sure what to do next with the younger boy. He knew he needed to figure out the Baekhyun issue though.