The Bet - Masters of Puppetry » Jikook

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A/N: Warning! Please be aware of mature content.

Part Six
"Who are you?"
       
       
It was freezing outside. I should've brought my jacket with me yesterday, Jungkook thought while walking through the dark and empty streets. But who could have guessed that he would stay the night at Jimin's?

He usually walked out on his one night stands immediately after having done the deed. This time, though, he had stayed all night cuddling.

That wasn't like him at all.

The image of Jimin crying in his arms still haunted Jungkook's mind. He almost felt... sorry for him. He felt so deeply sorry that he just wanted to go back to the elder's apartment and tell him pretty little lies to make him feel better. God, what was that boy doing to him? He made him so incredibly sensitive and he hated the blond to the core for it.

He was supposed to fuck and then leave him behind for good, but why did he feel incapable of abandoning Jimin?

Who are you?

Jungkook couldn't recognize himself.

He seriously had to get Jimin out of his system or else, he would never be his emotionless self again. He had to do something. Anything.

All of a sudden, Jungkook had an idea.

He knew what would distract him from the beautiful blond male only a few blocks away.

So he ran. He ran a long way from the place he actually wanted to be at right now until he wasn't able to feel his feet anymore. His legs burnt so badly he seemed to have forgotten all about his burning heart which longed for the touch of somebody in particular.

"Hi," Jungkook said, short of breath.

"You came back," the male in front of him spoke, turning around in surprise. He hadn't believed he would ever get to see the brunet again. "Why?"

"Does it matter?"

Taehyung was only able to shake his head before Jungkook reached out to grasp his button-down, so that he could pull him closer, and pressed his lips demandingly onto the elder's. Although the pretty barkeeper was shocked at first, he still managed to kiss back in an instant.

Apparently, Jungkook was very lucky because Taehyung had just got off his shift and had to close the club, which meant that they could leave together without its causing any trouble.

"Where do you live?," Jungkook wanted to know impatiently in between the hot kisses he covered the elder's neck with.

"I-It's not that close," Taehyung stuttered, containing his arousal.

The brunet immediately stopped what he was doing, dumbfounded, and looked at the silver-haired who rested his hands on Jungkook's belt. Taehyung whimpered due to the loss of the male's touch. Why did he stop? He didn't want him to stop.

Jungkook groaned in annoyance.

He was only wasting his time if they didn't have anywhere to go to where the two of them could finish what they had started.