Pure Seduction | JJK - KTH (ONGOING)

twenty-seven

Jungkook's POV:

Taehyung's starving, I can sense it, I can feel it... I know it.

"Feed on me." I said, sternly.

"Wh—what?" Taehyung asked, as if he didn't hear me clearly.

Sighing, I simply looked at him, letting him know that he heard what I said. He just stared at me blankly for a moment, so I asked him to come closer towards me, but he kept refusing.

After a deep and shaky breath, I placed a hand on his cheek and inched closer towards him myself. He placed his hand atop mine, his heart racing, his breath hitching as he asks, "J—Jungkook what are you... doing?"

I clenched my other fist and just followed my body as it kept leaning towards him, our lips centimeters away from one another.

I... don't know what I'm doing, but in all honesty... I'm just sick and tired of feeling like shit.

I want to feel something for once... something... something satisfying.

'I... just want to feel safe. For once.'

I took in a deep breath and gently placed my lips against his after a long time. Though, only for a few seconds. I let my lips linger for a short moment before tending up again. I whispered, stuttering, "I—I don't... know... it just felt right." I licked my lips lightly before relaxing again.

Taehyung took a deep breath, and I placed one hand onto his chest, feeling him breathe. My other arm around his neck, resting.

I closed my eyes and before he could could say a word, my grip on his shirt tightened and I kissed him again. It was more slow, as if time had stopped for me and I was thrown into a different dimension, just... floating or something. As much as I had wished it'd last longer, my quivering lips brought me back to reality as my breath hitched.

Taehyung took a moment to collect himself once more before finally asking, "Jungkook... are you sure about this?" Pausing, "just take it easy—"

Even though I didn't know what I was getting myself into, I stopped him by simply whispering a small, "yes."

I feel... that every time I'm with him, every time I feel his warmth, it spreads around me and makes me feel truly alive. Not in the most positive sense as it triggers every part of my body to go into defense mode and I'm going haywire inside because of my past— but at the same time... he truly is helping me  forget about everything that has ever hurt me. All I have to do is... finally let go. No matter how hard it is. No matter what it takes.

I want to stop hurting.

"can you please just... I—I want to feel... safe." I whispered, looking down as I let go of his shirt. I grabbed one of his hands to put onto my chest and applied some pressure, "I want my heart to stop hurting."

My thumbs caressed his hand and my other arm slowly made its way down from his neck and rested on his waist. I looked back up at him and he frowned. He spoke again, his tone more somber than before, he couldn't keep eye contact with me, "then stop trying to change, trying to be someone who you are not." he said.

"Ever since you woke up, you just... feel like a different person." Then whispering, "I can't even recognize you anymore because of your soul-less, empty eyes— and that fucking pained expression you had when you woke up—" he clenched his fists, knuckles turning white, "it fucking scared me out of my own skin... but I couldn't show you, or else you'd go psycho." The pained expression on his face, his eyes... so glossy, as if ready for the dam to start bursting out of no where.