The Reflection We Fear || Taekook

Chapter 11: Tick-Tock, Said The Clock

Taehyung woke up to the rays of sunlight shining through the open windows right into his eye. The young man groaned in discomfort at the blinding source and shifted to his other side to block the morning out. He pulled the blanket drenched over his body between his legs fixing the material into a lock because with Namjoon, Taehyung got used to having someone next to him. Having someone so close to his body that he could just hug whenever he felt like and so, he now found another habit he just couldn't seem to break. Almost like something he unconsciously did whenever the nights rolled around and he would find himself unable to sleep.

Except Taehyung never woke up with the sun because he always drew his curtains over. He never woke up from the sunlight blinding his eyes, because he could never find himself sleeping that long. Even though, the sleeping pills had helped him with falling asleep, he still woke up earlier than he would have liked. Often times he would wake up in the middle of the night, panting from a nightmare he couldn't seem to remember and all he would be left with, is the strangling feeling from being so trapped. That not even the sleeping pill could help with. Maybe he should up the dose...maybe that would help.

Taehyung brought his hands over to his eyes and rubbed the sleep away as he blinked a couple of times. Something was weird. He didn't know what, per say, but something was off. The bed softer than he remembered, the room lighter than he was used to. He blinked a couple more times and when the sleepiness in his eyes went away and he could see clear enough, he lifted his head up from the soft pillow that was placed under his neck and looked around the room.

For a moment, Taehyung was confused. He looked around but nothing was familiar to him. Not the grimy walls, not the small desk, not the scratchy mat on the floor. Nothing was familiar to him because none of that was here. Instead beautifully wallpapered walls, polished wood floorings, with the ceilings made of mirrors and a fucking huge bed, on which he was currently on top of. The door was wide open and as he saw a flash of a figure Taehyung suddenly realised where he was. Because he knew that figure too well by now to mistake it for anyone other than the young man whose penthouse suite, Taehyung was currently in.

He remembered now that after playing "dressing up", Taehyung had drink after drink in his hand. He remembered the floating feeling, he remembered how good it had felt that his limbs were weak only able to do so much, like hold a glass. He remembered that on the mix of drink resting in his belly, he threw a couple of pills down as well. He hoped they were just the sleeping pills. He remembered warm hands on his body, he remembered lips wetting his, he remembered a lap he had been sitting on for most of the night. Oh, that's right. Jungkook and Taehyung talked. They talked all night long, about random things like music and art, which he remembered creeped him out a bit as he never thought the younger would have been interested in anything about him that wasn't about work or remotely sexual. But he knew it was nice. It was nice to just sit down and talk about random things, enjoy the whine and scotch on his tongue and Jungkook occasionally tasting it. He remembered how after a while they had given up on talking and the younger would pull him closer to bite along his skin and mouth. Taehyung seemed to remember blood too. He couldn't remember which one of them had drawn blood, but from the way his mouth felt, stinging and bruised, he had a feeling Jungkook was the one to bite harder. But he liked it. Just getting lost in each other, with the alcohol and the medication buzzing through his wines, until everything just turned dark.

He collapsed. Yes, that was the only reasonable thing that could have happened to him. He collapsed and...Jungkook brought him here? The younger man had shown great skill before with handling on the night they had killed Woo. Taehyung seemed to recall that the younger picked him up even then, so it shouldn't be a surprise for him that he would do it again or rather could do it again with almost no effort.