FROZEN LUST (TAEKOOK +21) *DO NOT REPOST*

That sexy looking ice cream shop (Pt. 2/2)

(Jungkook'S POV)

................[In Jungkook's bedroom]................

Is it 11 am... or 5 am? No... 10 pm. Doesn't really matter now, does it...? Since the day I left his apartment nothing does. Are those raindrops on my window? Maybe it's just an illusion created by the undying tears in my eyes. I haven't returned to the ice cream shop. There's no need to do it now... I've called him every night for a month, he ignored me every time. I knew he'd get tired of me... I knew it. 

Stupid Jungkook, thinking it was love when it was just a meaningless fuck. Stupid birth date, cursing me with youth. Keeping me away from the love of my life.  Today I'm turning 20 years old. I could go running to his apartment and tell him I'm not a child. I stopped being a child a long time ago. But it wouldn't matter... he doesn't want me anymore... He's probably out at a party. Drinking with his friends, dancing until sunrise. Maybe he found someone new... someone stronger, dumber, tougher that won't treasure him or give him any love. That's what I get for mistaking desire with affection, sparks with flames... lust with love. 

Why do we stare at the sun when we know it'll burn our eyes? Why are the things that kill us the ones that make us feel alive? 

................[Out in the streets]................

(Taehyung'S POV)

Why does it always rain when someone dies in movies? It always rains when the character's troubled. Is the sky sad because it's watching my sorrow? Is it raining because of me?

Jin: 'We're here.'

My best friend's voice dragged me down to earth. After getting out of the car, my eyes were damaged with bright red lights. 

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A strip club. Sex and energy filled the air. Screaming and bodies dancing to the sensual beat. Sweat running down my forehead and chest due to the suffocating heat. Guys and girls throwing themselves at me, kissing me, touching me, expecting me to do the same. Strippers moving up and down, like lustful snakes coiling in the dance poles. I made my way through the crowd and went straight to the bar, desperately needing a drink.    

................[At the bar]................

Bartender: 'What's it gonna be, man?'

Taehyung: 'I don't care, just... give me something strong.'

A glass of unknown liquid was placed in front of me. A blink later the glass was empty and my throat burned. One glass, three, five, eight. The music wasn't loud anymore. The club was covered in fog... swinging from side to side. 

Jin: 'Slow down, Taehyung.'

Taehyung: 'Or what? You're... gonna tell Jungkook I'm drinking? When he doesn't let me drink, huh? Go... go and tell him.'

Eunwoo: 'Tae, it's fine. There are lots of guys in the world, so why waste yourself on only one? It's not worth it.'

Jin: 'Eunwoo, shut up. You're not helping.'

Eunwoo: 'Fine, do whatever you want.' 

Eunwoo drank the rest of his glass and went to the main stage to get a lap dance or something. I don't remember, not that I was concerned about it... or about anything. Anything but Jungkook... why do I feel stupid? Why do I feel guilty? Why do I want to run to him when I know I'll just hurt both of us?