❝The tiger never digs a hole in the ground; he waits for the bunny to come up, and then he attacks. Do you understand?❞
Jeon Jungkook, a man most praised by angels, falls for a guy to get his heart stampede one more time.
Or, a criminal mastermind w...
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THE JARRING COLD BIT Jungkook's milky, pale skin, his breaths drawing out in foggy vapors, the blue-ish, void, darkness dilating his pupils — or it was just the Kim Taehyung effect. Fixing his canny eyes on the older, Jungkook hooded his eyes, deeply wounded, as he seemed to Taehyung.
"Well," the very man uttered, his ups and downs of words coming out insurmountably serene, like the tone of calming jazz. "Hi."
As Taehyung gazed at Jungkook, he saw the stiffening of muscles on the other's pearly face, hard jaw. He noticed so maliciously the twitch of long fingers luring on the gun that might kill him, might not.
Jungkook, leering viciously, stayed wordless, claiming the silence that edged him to do something.
Taehyung scrutinized his body language and affirmed at the slip of Jungkook's offended frown that he was checking Taehyung's state, for Taehyung was on his worst today: his once tight, crispy suit hung loosely around his abdomen, his shirt untucked, the overgrown mullet messy, unkempt. The make up he wore to dull his colour no longer hid his beautiful melanin skin.
Jungkook visibly gulped. Taehyung took a step forward, but the gun was out in a blur, Jungkook's hard eyes glaring unblinkingly at Taehyung's smug smile as he aimed his gun at him.
"Wh-wh..." Jungkook garbled, his hands clutching the gun extremely still, but his voice giving away at the close proximity. He swallowed his saliva, Taehyung's own intense stare never leaving Jungkook, who asserts, more steady, "What do you want now, a blow job?" A low chuckle leaves Taehyung.
He opens his mouth, to disclose the truth, however Jungkook was not done. Those months away, Taehyung never perceived the hurt he had burdened Jungkook with, unperturbed by his actions while Jungkook, like walking barefoot on spikes of repeating mistakes, moved on.
Tried to.
So the younger had his jaw clenched, teeth bared; "That's what you want, right? Pleasure. Fucking pleasure. That's what you do, don't you? Use me. Use me, for pleasure, for sneaking out your uncle. How's he, by the way? You are not bedding him, too, are you?
"Because you know what conclusion I have reached?" A bitter laugh, a laugh so inhuman it made Taehyung's mouth to gape, left Jungkook, his eyes shining with tears, but never falling, no. Jungkook screams, deranged, "THAT'S WHAT YOU GOT FROM YOUR FUCKING MOTHER, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Junggkook was nose-to-nose with Taehyung, chest heaving, gun by his side, throat scratchy. Taehyung was looking at him dead in the eyes, yet Jungkook couldn't help but slide his down and study those luscious lips he missed on his own. His voice cracked, unbroken eye contact, "Wha-why'd you... why am I here, Taehyung?" It was a whisper, the softness of Jungkook's voice, that travelled along Taehyung's brain, to form a sentence of all honesty;
"I wanted to see you."
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youuu guyssss. thank u for 2K+ reads. ily. alsooooo what are your thoughts i wanna knoww.
+ thank u @GodMimi, for that cover ❤️
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