WTF Did I Do

Messy Emotions

The second Taehyung's lips touch his, Jeongguk's entire body tenses in preparation for a violent kiss. But it doesn't happen. The summoner can feel the undercurrent of anger electrifying the air between them but the pretty lips against his remain chaste and gentle. It's an odd sensation that creates a pit of dread in his stomach, knowing the incubus is upset. But the thought that Taehyung is upset because of him is even worse. It makes him want to rip his own heart out and present it on a platter, ripped and bleeding at his pretty feet in repentance.

Taehyung's lips continuing moving slowly against his but instead of calming him, the gentleness causes more tears to fall. Soft fingers cup his cheek and a thumb brushes away the wetness and on the outside the scene looks so soft and loving, but to Jeongguk it feels far from that. Simmering anger laces each soft brush of their lips and Jeongguk's bottom lip wobbles as a sob builds in his throat. He never meant to make Taehyung upset and a day ago, he would have been ecstatic to get under the hellion's skin. Hell, he still wants to get under his skin but not like this. He wants the pleasure with the pain, not just without. The incubus was only gone for half a day but god, id Jeongguk didn't miss him with every fibre of his being. Even being around his friends didn't help soothe the longing in his soul. When Jeongguk felt that alluring magic surge into his, releasing something that remained stressed inside him in his absence. An irrational fear that he wouldn't see him again even though his brain kept reminding him that he should be grateful.

And then he came back, as fucking Chaos of all things and even through the fear and disbelief, Jeongguk's soul called to the incubus, heart feeling lighter than ever at the sweet way Taehyung interacts with his magic, and at the way his scent sends tingles shooting through every inch of him. But now he's angry and Jeongguk is upset, absolutely confused at the warring emotions within him, feeling like they want to tear him apart. As per usual, his brain and heart fight against one another, logic against emotion. He doesn't get it. He literally met this sex demon after a stupid bet and after dubiously falling under his spell, he can't help but feel the need to constantly be around him, to see that wicked smile gracing those pink lips. Fuck, the entire chest of emotions, make him nauseous. Anger, upset, disappointment, want, lust, loneliness, and happiness cycle inside him, whirling faster and faster inside his constricting chest the longer the incubus remains unhappy with him.

"Open your eyes, Jeongguk Jeon." At Taehyung's words, a pitiful whine erupts followed by more tears as a sharp pain cuts through his chest, made only worse when Taehyung's lips move away from his. Jeongguk Jeon he said. Not Jeonggukie, or love, or pet. Just Jeongguk Jeon. It's such a small and stupid thing that he originally hated not that many hours ago, but suddenly his full name rumbling off those lovely lips feels like a wave of disappointment crushing the air from his lungs. More tears fall as he tries to see the blue of Taehyung's eyes, to see any emotion at all on that blank and gorgeous face but he's crying too much to see anything other than blurred features. He doesn't understand it. Taehyung said he forgave him, promised to make him feel better, to remind him how good the incubus can make him feel and yet, Jeongguk still feels the crushing disappointment sinking into him. Stupid pheromones, he thinks as his eyes burn from all the tears but even he can tell it's a depressing attempt at denial. There's no trace of that delicious sugary butter smell in the air, or the heat of venom coursing through his body indicating the hellion's influence. Even his magic remains oddly subdued in his presence and for once since the incubus entered his life, Jeongguk desperately wishes it would interfere and distract him from the unpleasant ache inside, take him away from the pain in his heart at disappointing Taehyung.