There was a mess of bruises covering his baby's throat. Deep swirling purples and pretty light pinks coming together in a macabre painting that he alone had created. A beautiful sight that positively came to life under the array of natural light that poured in through the large windows. Somewhere buried deep inside him was the distinct knowledge that he should not have felt as proud of the sight as he did. Should not have the undeniable urge to run the tips of his fingers along the edges. To trace over the wounds left behind by nails and teeth, to press into the flesh until he was certain they would scar.
Wanted the neat row of half moon indentations to remain exactly as they were. To never allow them to heal, to fade. Realized that one day the broken blue and reds would change, transform into bright white that would shimmer against pale skin.
Wanted the imprint of his teeth, bloody and deep, to remain forever etched over a pulse point, flesh broken and torn yet so beautiful and raw. Knew they too would eventually fade into thin silver of scar tissue. A mark that would only ever been seen looked for.
And he hated that. Hated that anyone might look upon what was his and not see his marks littered across the creamy expanse. That someone might dare to question his ownership, his claim. Felt the sudden intense need to wrap his fingers around that delicate throat and squeeze until he heard a soft whimper rising up, barely making it past to slip from swollen lips.
Those were equally beautiful. Bruised and swollen and the bottom had a cut he didn't even remember making. All he knew was it looked painful, an intrusive thought that he had almost gotten rid of. Before realizing that it couldn't be hidden. Couldn't be covered with makeup or clothing, locked away where no one else would see. Realized that his pretty baby would be forced to proudly display this mark of his love. Realized that he looked even more beautiful and radiate wearing it like a crest, a crown that had been designed only for him.
There had been amusement at first, the sound of his baby's cry as he caught sight of himself almost more than he could bear. Enough to make him laugh, the sound deep and joyful as he rolled over, flopped onto his back and tried to get a good view into the tiny room directly across from the bed. Until he realized that Seokjin had gone quiet. Until he realized that sounds he was emitting weren't from happiness, but from despair.
Had almost been unwilling to leave the warmth of the bed, the heat from his love's body still radiating from the sheets. But it had come again, a distinct sound that he couldn't ignore. Had forced himself up, untangling the mass of blankets and sighed as his feet hit the cold hard wood. Hadn't even bothered to attempt to find his clothing, because all he was going to do was retrieve his baby and bring him back to bed. Back to him. Back to where he belonged.
Slipped into the space behind the other and wrapped his arms around that tiny, narrow waist. Rested his chin on a wide shoulder and leaned in to press his own sore, swollen lips against the only bare patch of flesh that had been left behind.
"Come back to bed." Because it was barely even afternoon and he had no intentions of letting Seokjin go until he'd had his fill. Until his body no longer craved absolutely everything about him. His touch and his taste. His scent and his warmth. His mouth and his body.
"How am I supposed to explain this?" Seokjin's head canted to the side, just a little, and he glanced up as the sight of those beautiful teeth marks came into view. So deep and bloody, a line of it seeping down and pooling where shoulder met chest.
"Mm, tell them it's a present from your daddy." That singular inch of skin that didn't bare his mark was driving him crazy, every instinct telling him to bite and suck and kiss until it was just as imprinted with him as the rest.
"I look like a choking victim, Jungkook." It looked like abuse. From absolutely any rational stand point, it looked like he had been choked. Like a hand had wrapped around his throat and squeezed until he couldn't breathe. Like teeth had sunk into his flesh with the intent of tearing it apart. Like his lip hadn't been kissed and nibbled until it was swollen and raw.
And maybe if Jungkook was capable of rational thought, he would understand that no one else was ever going to see it the way he did. That they weren't going to view all of those pretty marks as signs of ownership. No. They would see them for what they were. An unhealthy obsession that had grown so wildly out of control that neither of them were ever going to be able to cure themselves of it.
"You look beautiful, baby." It was whispered against his skin, those lips attaching and sucking another mark into the only place that hadn't been left red and raw. A perfect little bruise that had him smiling, suddenly content, like that action alone was enough. Nuzzled into Seokjin's throat and pressed soft kisses along the sharpness of his jawline. "I can't wait for everyone to see who you belong to."
"Jungkook." A gentle sigh of his name, wrapping around him and soothing his fraying nerves. Applying a salve around the edges that would keep them firmly in place.
"Come back to bed." Long fingers squeezed against the swell of a wide hip, before skimming across the small of of the other's back, dipping into the little dimples directly above his ass. Traced along the length of a forearm before their hands met, palms pressing so firmly together and finger intertwining. Until he could tug, just a little, just enough to get Seokjin to follow, to go where he was bidden. Led them the short distance, lifting himself back onto the mattress and pulling his baby down, forcing him to follow. Waited until they were wrapped so tightly around one another that was impossible to know where one ended and the other began.
"Kookie." What was meant to be a protest transformed into a soft whine, and that smug pride only grew as Seokjin shifted, lifting a leg high to wrap around his waist. As he used the force of his own weight to slip out of that strong hold, pushing himself until he was upright. Until that leg which was slung low aided in him pressing down against the other's body in a straddle. "You can't keep me in bed all day."
"Keep doing things like this and I won't have a choice." Hands gripped those slender hips as his own rose, grinding upwards to press the rock hardness of his erection against the beautiful swell of that ass.
"Mm, as much as I would love for you to take me right now, I have to go to work." It felt like that magical bubble which had formed around them was quickly growing thin, threatening to pop at any given moment.
"Who says I'm going to be willing to let you go?" Because he didn't think he could with stand the emptiness that would set in without Seokjin. The way his arms would ache with the desire to hold him. The way his heart would feel like it was breaking inside his chest and his lungs were burning from the inside out.
"You can stay here again." Jin's voice would always grow so quiet whenever he would ask for something. Different in a way he never understood. Like he both desire and was terrified of the answer.
"I would love that baby." Already he was making a list within his mind of all the things he needed to grab. Of the pieces of clothing he needed to retrieve. Already making plans to stop by the little store on the other side of the city, intent on making a few very specific purchases entirely for his Seokjin. "I have to go back and get some things though."
"I can give you the code if you want." It was almost hesitate. Like it was a step Seokjin wasn't sure if he should be offering up for them to take. Like it was another piece of the puzzle that would make it all seem too real.
"I would love that too." Reaching up, those long fingers bent, the back tracing along the heated skin of the other's cheek, a soft caress that ended with the pad of his thumb ghosting over the swell of his bottom lip. "You're so beautiful, Seokjin. I love you so much."
It was both amazing and painful watching the transformation that seemed to happen right before his very eyes. To see the way light seemed to suddenly inject it's self into every single pore of the other's skin. How those dark eyes seemed to come alive with something he couldn't name. How it appeared for all the world like a tremendous weight had just been lifted from those shoulders. Watched as Seokjin leaned into his touch, eyes falling closed as he traced his tongue across his wounded lip.
"I love you too, Jungkook." There was so much behind those words. Too much to ever be put into actual sentences. Too much to ever be formed into words. He was certain that none existed that were actually beautiful enough anyway.
And it didn't matter.
Because Seokjin was his.
And he was Seokjin's.
And that was the beginning and the end of everything.
