Switch the Rewritten || taekook (ON HOLD)

9. Change

Taehyung

Low grumbles escaped my lips as one hand rubbed my right eye, a simple yawn dawning my obvious exhaustion followed behind. There was a presence next to me, I subconsciously snuggled into her embrace, her loving smell of cologne, the feeling of her fluffy short hair against my chest, her strong muscular arms wrapped around me.

My eyes shot open with an unfortunate smile, wait a minute.

With the same expression printed on my face, I looked down to the figure, a male figure. To be precise: Jungkook, my mutually hated other. To make matters worse: We were both naked.

As realization hit me, so did the late hangover. I winced at the sudden pain, I usually expect this after a night of drinking, however I was caught off guard.

There I blinked for the first time that day, where every single aspect of the other night flashed all in the span of 100 milliseconds. Every grind, lust, sweat and sex poured into the picture frame, the grunts and moans, the sounds of lips together.

I closed my eyes, hoping it was some dream— desperate for it to be a nightmare! However, the sight of the trail of hickies on myself and the boy before me proved otherwise. What seemed to be the most unexpected sign of all this, was the excruciating pain which lingered in an area.

An area far to sensitive, the area which added to the pain of my headache, and  which ceased me to kill the younger.

It was sore, my asshole.

All because of that asshole!

I clenched my teeth at the agonizing pain, moving a single muscle strand from my stomach to my ankles would cause the contemporary suffering, let alone walk!

The sounds of a figure shuffling beside me averted my attention, a gentle yawn emitted from him, sounding so innocent and fragile.

The irony.

His gentle eyes fluttered, drowsily as it seems like he only wakes up on his own rarely. He groaned uncomfortably, rubbing his head. "Fuck my head hurts like hell."

Jungkook stretched his arms over his head, moving around to get his blood circulation going. His eyes were still puffy due to fatigue, his brunette hair stuck out in multiple directions. He continued these in pain, for his hangover seemed to grow worse by the second.

"Oh, good morning. Oh its still dark outside, its two in the morning?" The younger red the clock on the wall, then faced me while scratching his head. "You good?"

I stayed speechless, how is he acting as if nothing happened last night, as if the scene was completely erased from his mind! Deleted!

"Me? Good? Good?!" I raised my voice. "Yeah Jungkook! I just got fucked by a guy, you! Only a few hours ago, I had a dick in my ass, a fucking penis!"

"Yeah, I know."

"Y-you! How can you be for casual about this?!" I stammered over my words, the disbelief washing over me was a tsunami.

He shrugged, shrugged!

"I mean, we were both horny, and let it out on each other," he said.

"But, I- I had a dick in me," I just couldn't seem to accept it, it had to be false!

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you had a dick in you." Jungkook tipped his head to aside, looking deeper into his haze filled memory file.

My mouth opened ajar as another scene infiltrated my mind. "You— you gave me a blowjob."