Heart That I Desire || Taekook, Vkook

Chapter 4 : Fascination

Jungkook's P.O.V :-

I remember the moment I first saw you.

A worried expression occupying your face as you stood on the doorway, clutching the doorknob.

I remember falling into your arms after the exhaustion hit me in full force.

I remember waking up on the bed of the guest room with a wet piece of cloth resting over my forehead and you sleeping by the nightstand.

Face nuzzled into the warm nest of your arms.

I wish my past trauma hadn't kicked in and made me violently shove you away from beside me.

I wish I had leaned in and tasted those addictive lips then and there, Taehyung, wish I had started to make my moves on you the moment I saw you.

Maybe then you wouldn't try to run away from me everytime I go to hold your hand or touch you.

Your marriage itself is a lie, an empty shell, a title to showoff in the society, so that you can call yourself a married man.

Husband of Park Jimin.

I wasn't even going to indulge into your marriage, I just wanted to get away from my psychopathic father and somehow survive.

Maybe get a job in the future, other than drug dealing, and live life the way I wanted to since the beginning.

The thought of ruining your marriage never came into my mind, Taehyung, never.

Until you started to make yourself an unforgettable part of my life...

Supplying me with food, checking if I had taken my medicines, arranging my clothes, teaching me how to paint.

You truly became someone that I needed to see right after waking up and before heading to sleep.

There was nothing but respect and admiration for you in my heart.

Until the day I saw you in your bathroom floor, on your hands and knees, saying prayers of mercy as you pleasured yourself.

One hand guiding the dildo as it went deeper and deeper into you and the other hand jerking you off while your husband was in his office, working away.

It was not something to be ashamed of, though, you should have never been ashamed of it.

A pair of newlyweds, six months into marriage yet no physical connections.

I had been ignorant all along but now it all made sense.

All those awkward touches, not sleeping together in the same room, you husband forgetting all about you the moment his eyes found me.

It all made sense.

And you were only a human, you had your needs.

And so had I.

So it did not feel wrong as my hands started to disappear inside my trousers.

You have always been calm, collected and elegant, so watching you fall apart little by little while you quivered on the floor from fulfillment was captivating.

Those broken pieces of words, gasps, moans, the way you moved your hips and the way you rutted against the floor to get some kind of friction were so hot.

You were so lost in pleasure you didn't even notice my presence, your face conveyed that you were in utopia.

I didn't feel like a house wrecker, there was no connection between you and your husband to begin with.