Trust Issues //Vkook\\

Chapter nine

Twenty four hours. Harsh sunlight forces his eyes open. He's exhausted. Body worn out from the past two days of endless sex. His 13-year-old self would've had fantasies about such a thing. Two days with nothing but sex? A wet dream come true. It's not as fun as it seems, he knows now. His body is aching. His bones crack and groan as he shifts in the bed.

The room smells. Somehow, it's even worse than before. It's been baking in here for two days. It takes a moment for his body to comply with his wishes as he moves in the bed, rolling over to the side. He aches all over. Muscles protesting as though he was the one that got fucked senseless over the past two days. As it is, he's pretty sure that he won't be able to get hard for a while. He's completely out of steam. Eventually, he turns over in the bed, wincing as he feels the crustiness all over his skin. A shower - a real one - is the first item on his agenda. Or, it would be if he didn't have bigger things to worry about.

Like the fact that Jeongguk is nowhere to be found.

He shoots up in the bed, cold with the dreaded realisation that he shouldn't be waking up alone. Glancing around, he sees no sign of the hybrid. His phone is still beside the bed, charging. His wardrobe drawers are open. Random sex toys still laying where they were last thrown aside (which: gross).

He takes a moment to don some clothes before he stumbles out of the room, rubbing his eyes. Icy feeling in his gut when he sees no Jeongguk on the couch, nor in the kitchen. He stands there, listening, but there's nothing, no sound. No sign of his boyfriend and he's started to get worried, really worried. Has he finished his heat? What if he hasn't and he's out in the halls or on the campus? What if something horrible has happened?

He shakes his head, forces his panic back down to where it came from. Jeongguk is here. He has to be.

Indeed, when he goes to the first logical place, he finds him. Relief allows his shoulders to sag, but the weight in his stomach doesn't leave, especially not when he sees the way Jeongguk is standing. He's in front of the bathroom sink, hands braced on the bench. Knuckles white, head down. He doesn't look up when Taehyung opens the door, doesn't even make a noise of acknowledgement.

"Bun?" Taehyung tentatively steps forward. "Guk? Baby, are you okay?"

No answer. Taehyung gently brushes his fingers over his arm. The other doesn't flinch, doesn't jump in surprise. Aware that Taehyung is there.

He leans around, tries to catch sight of his face. "Come on, Bun, let me see you."

Jeongguk finally moves, turning his head away. "Tae," his voice is quiet, "just go."

Having just sat through a whole two days of Jeongguk begging him not to leave him, wanting him attached to him in every sense of the word, being told to get out feels a lot like being punched in the stomach.

"Baby, why? What's wrong?"

Jeongguk snaps his head over, frowning. "Fuck off, Tae. Seriously." His cheeks are flaming red, eyes lined with grey. "The heats over, so just. Just... go. I don't want you here."

Taehyung stares at him. One tense second passes and then he turns on one heel and leaves without fanfare. He marches straight back into Jeongguk's room, getting on the bed and crossing his legs. Fuming.

A few minutes later, Jeongguk walks in, tears streaming down his cheeks. He startles when he sees Taehyung again.

"I- I told you to leave, didn't I?" He tries to snap, but his voice is wavering and he has to stop to sniffle. Taehyung takes a deep breath.