Taehyung stayed.
Inside his head the battle was relentless. Two voices rippled through his foggy brain. The first,the logical one, warned him to sprinter out of there and save his dignity.
The second,the mischievous voice, shrieched for him to stay and drink in his warmth one last time before he became a memory. His entire body was roaring for it. The temptation was suffocating and melted the ice around his heart.
' No, Taehyung. Don't give in. Don't go soft on him. Don't show weakness. He doesn't deserve it.' that inner voice kept saying but it didn't stick.
However,the familiar warmth enveloping their colliding bodies,the heated touch and Jungkook's pounding heartbeat against his ribs,was stripping him of the last shred of his resolve.
He had to fight back.
" Let go, Jungkook." His voice should have sounded rough and decisive. Instead it came out hoarse and pleading, without his consent. Jungkook's rapid heartbeat smashed against his ribs,his scorching hot breath pooled at the hollow of his neck, his hands clenching harder around his waist, making every muscle tighten.
Pigheaded Jungkook swept it under the rug."You've got nowhere to hide,Kim. Don't fight it. You want me.." his voice brushed right against Taehyung's ear as his fingertips pressed down his stomach, grabbing the iron buckle of his black, leather belt and Taehyung could feel the exact ridges of his fingertips.
' Don't respond... Please don't respond... Push him away... ' Taehyung's inner voice warned him.
" No..." Tae gasped out.
" Liar... You're hard, wet and you need me... I can give you what you long for..."Jungkook laid all his cards on the table. He had one chance. Just one. Now that Tae was more vulnerable. Now that his own body was screaming of his need.
Sweat soaked right through the man's clothed chest, suffocating him. Biting down his lower lip, strangling the pathetic grunt of his own betrayal, feeling it clawing its way up his throat while that familiar sense spread straight down to his cock,every muscle locked up. His hands balled into fists, nails piercing the sensitive skin of his palm.
He had to fight back.
Push him.
Send him to bloody hell.
He didn't.
His own body was a despicable traitor, yearning to be touched.
The second Jungkook's lower body began grinding on his asscrack, slowly, rhythmically,his fingers unbuckled the belt, unzipped his pants and aggressively they settled on the waistband of his boxer before easing them downwards.
'Stop him... Don't let him do that... don't give in to need... Remember Taehyung... just remember.' Unfortunately,his body was stubbornly refusing to obey and unwillingly started moving to Jungkook's torturous pace.
A soft, low chuckle slipped through Jungkook's parted lips, recognising the effect he held over him. He abruptly let go, robbing Taehyung's body of the warmth, snatching him by the neck and practically dragging his feet back to the car, pinning him on the boot,his back hitting the cold surface in a loud thud.
Taehyung's cock twinged,strings of precum rolled down his thighs and the moment Jungkook's hands closed around it, a deep, gravelly squeak tore through his lips, unable to choke it.
A sheen of sweat coated his forehead,beads cascading down his eyes, blurring his vision as his chest expanded and contracted in ragged breaths. The power Jungkook held over him was absolute, smothering every rational thought.
Jungkook's tongue swirled around his half parted lips,heat unfurling against Taehyung's neck while slanting over. The hard-on trapped between his palm swelled and vibrated roughly as the younger guided it up and down, slowly at first then faster.
" You like it. Your body is shaking and your cock... your cock is harder than ever.." Jungkook gulped down hard, drooling over the twitching shaft. The foreskin was instantly pulled down,thumb stroking the moist slit in brutal circles, tremors coursing through them both.
Taehyung's pride and ego took a massive blow while he gripped the shiny surface of his car,nails scratching the paint and let out a desperate, gruffy growl when Jungkook knelt between his slightly spread legs and the tip of his tongue lapped the slit in slow kitten licks.
" FUCK! FUCK! DON'T TOUCH ME. LET ME ...GO.." Taehyung roared but he didn't move. He didn't push him. He simply stood there, trapped and helpless,the growing need nibbling his insides.
Jungkook's tongue kept teasing the drenched slit, licking the small crack and slurping on the salty juices before his lips swallowed Taehyung whole.
Once his cock buried in the warm, moist cavity of Jungkook's mouth, everything inside his head went silent and his desire exploded. Taehyung hadn't felt him in months. He hadn't felt the absolute thrill of his touch. The warmth of his mouth, the aggressive force of his desire.
The younger 's tongue swirled around the hard cock, fingers grazing Taehyung's hips as he grabbed them to steady his pace, driven by pure, undeniable lust and obsessive love to please him, show him the depths of his affection.
Taehyung had turned from a cruel predator into an easy prey under the boy's passionate attack.
Jungkook bobbed his head, gaze locked on the man's blinking eyes, relishing his vulnerable state, his fingertips caught the blatant vibration beneath his skin and the sensation sent shudders down his spine while still wagging his head in a restless motion.
Gurgling plops bounced in the thick silence, perfectly matching Taehyung's low whimpers and frantic heartbeat. Tardily,his resistance faded into raw yearning and his mind rejected logic. His knees weakened, tension hummed deep within his core
' One night. Just one night with him to keep me going... I fucking need him... I want him like crazy... I love him... God help me I love him..." Taehyung's inner voice kept repeating.
" Fuck it!" Taehyung's hands clenched in fists and unclenched only to be buried in Jungkook's hair, pushing his head frantically and shoving his cock deeper and deeper. " That's it... take me... your filthy mouth can take me deeper..."
Jungkook's lips parted widely at the brutal power of Taehyung's slams, his throat relentlessly crashed by the hard-on and a hoarsely hurl choked at the edge of his spread lips as he coughed violently.
Taehyung's thoughts scattered into silence,raw sensation shrieking in his veins. Each breath came out uneven,his heartbeat drowning out the rest of the world. His hips jolted forward and fingers squeezed tighter around Jungkook's hair.
" Oh fuck! Swallow me... fuck! Take me deeper... Come on..." Every thrust, sharp edged and rough, fuelled the unrestrained passion between them.
Jungkook's tongue twiddled around the rigid,veiny cock then stretched at the base to accept him deeper. He felt his own hard-on, crammed inside his pants, aching from need and his eyelashes repeatedly flattered.
His short -- cut nails dug inside Taehyung's thigh,his other hand briskly tugging the cock trapped between his lips,saliva brewing with precum and venting down his jaw. Jungkook's hands lurched backwards,seizing his firm hips and turning up the heat.
A twisted pleasure formed in the corner of the man's lips, desire bled into his irises, forcing his eyes to roll back and heat pooled inside his core. " You're so fucking good at sucking! That filthy mouth of yours...You're gonna make me cum... Oh fuck!"
Taehyung's eyes deepened to nearly black,his vision blurred into dark spots and his hips lunged forward as pleasure flooded his veins. The tip of his cock grazed the back of Jungkook's throat and a wave of heat lingered within the younger.
Taehyung backed out and plunged in again, hissing and groaning while squeezing Jungkook's hair in his fingers. He grounded his teeth,breathing heavily, his orgasm lurching forward like tidal waves.
His upper body arched, forming a bow and head snapped back." Cumming... Oh fuuuuuuck...I'm cumming..."
One final tug and the boy's mouth was painted by a thick,salty flavour,so familiar and warm, that nearly made Jungkook pass out. His throat convulsed once, twice sending the cum straight down his jingling belly while a thin trail of saliva and cum slipped past his lips, letting out a gargling sound.
Jungkook tore out slowly,the length of his tongue purposely grazing the cock and sticking out but kept his mouth parted to show Taehyung that he had drunk it all.
" Good boy.." the man whispered breathlessly, being in a trance of ecstasy as the words slipped from his mouth.
The praise offered Jungkook an undisputed satisfaction and intentionally dragged his fingers inside Taehyung's inner thighs,his thumb stroking the already sensitive slit." Want me to suck you again... daddy? One time wasn't enough..." His tongue stuck out, giving a slow, tantalising lick from the base of his shaft and upwards.
The man's back hit the cold surface, drawing in ragged breaths and forcing his mind to work. He had to refuse. To reject him. To find the strength to resist the temptation of Jungkook knelt between his legs and his own weakness.
But how?
It was too fucking hard.
He shut his eyes and tried to cool down the fiery craving burning in his veins however the urge defied all restraint.
Just one time... to feel the heat of his touch,the warmth of being deep inside him.
To pretend nothing has changed...
Fuck! He was screwed!
He nearly burst out laughing at how pathetic he looked desiring the person who betrayed him.
Did it matter?
Not at all, especially at that precise moment.
He didn't care how many men had touched him before. How many had roamed his body or had heard his moans and screams of pleasure.
Tonight Jungkook was his again.
Taehyung stifled back a groan, thrashing his fists in the cool metal before dashing forward and pulling Jungkook up. " I've got a better idea. I'll give you exactly what you need."he uttered faintly in a vigorous tone.
In one swift move, he forcefully ripped Jungkook's black T-shirt, feasting at the flashed, silky flesh, looping his arms around his waist and dragging his fingers slowly across the boy's thick pecks, trailing his fingertips over his rosy nipples, turning them hard and with every touch he got tense.
Jungkook's head cocked to the side, eyelashes battering uncontrollably,his grumbles and whimpers from the touch lingered in the air and each thought vanished under the heat of their collided skins.
With a jolt, he was whipped around, pushed forward till his naked chest crashed onto the boot, the loud thud of his belt unbuckling and pants tugged low,sounded like a rhythmic melody in his buzzing ears.
Jungkook's drumming heartbeat vibrated against the metal and his body spasmed the moment Taehyung's hard palm landed on his exposed asscheeks again and again.
" You like that, don't you? Pain is your drug... and you're mine..." The words were supposed to echo in his head but somehow they formed a sentence that made Jungkook's heart leap in joy.
Taehyung's feelings hadn't changed that much. His body craved for him. It wasn't love like he hoped for but it was a damn good start. It reminded him of himself a while back, rejecting him, pushing him back with curses and malice,struggling to refuse his passion for the man who had gradually won his heart.
He'd settle for lust for the time being.
The man's arm flashed up, cupping the back of Jungkook's neck with his large palm, pressing him backwards,his head hitting the man's hard shoulder, exposing his vulnerable throat then crawling to the front, seizing it tighter.
Taehyung's hot breath smashed Jungkook's cheeks, smelling intoxicating like cedar and smoke." You want me to fuck you boy? Huh?"
Jungkook moaned, his tongue lolled out."Yes.. give it to me... use my hole... fuck me!"
" Beg me boy. Ask me to fuck you." he clipped, his erection poking against the younger's asscrack.
A sly smirk of satisfaction clung across Jungkook's parted lips. He had hit the bull's eye. " Please... fuck me... now... do me hard... don't hold back..." They both wanted it. No shame about it.
Jungkook's mouth was filled with three of the man's fingers, accepting them deep inside his wet cavity, giving fast slurps, twirling his tongue around them, imitating how he had sucked his cock a few minutes ago.
It caused the last fragments of reason Taehyung had to desert him. Foreplay and silly games wasn't what he longed for. He needed to take him raw and vulgar so he fanned out Jungkook's legs with his knee, his hand tightly gripping his throat again and his cock plunged in without restraint.
Jungkook released a howling growl of pleasure and momentary pain,his hole practically splitting in hundreds of pieces - after not being used for too long - and as Taehyung 's tugs shifted from wary and slow to fast and rough, he utterly gave in.
His head began spinning, his vision blurred into tiny,golden spots, eyes rolled back and his lower abdomen jolted from side to side just to adjust to his pace.
" Want me to go harder, babe?"
Jungkook's throat convulsed more times than he could count, a blush spread across his cheeks and shadows gathered in his eyes, rich with unspoken yearning. " Yes...harder... deeper... ruin me... please..."
The man was caught up in an addictive warmth that unleashed his most primitive instincts. Rough,brawny rams birched Jungkook's throbbing hole, biting down hard and groaning in hoarse shrieks.
His lips messily sucked the boy's earlobe,bare teeth piercing the flashed, delicate curve of his ear streaming lower to the base of his neck, fiercely nibbling and lacing it with faint pink imprints.
Jungkook was reduced to a quivering heap,not caring if he was seen or heard. His hands reached back and hooked on Taehyung's firm hips, amping up the pace.
" Faster... go faster... fucking wreck me... Taehyung... please..." he moaned out,tone dripping in need,breath stalled in his blazing lungs,gaze light lidded and dark. His cock was aching, swaying up and down from the raw force of Taehyung's thrusts, forcing out soggy plumps from the skin to skin collision.
Tae didn't waver.
His slams turned rougher and more abrupt. He bit hard on Jungkook's collarbone, nearly drawing blood but the boy didn't protest. He knew he enjoyed pain. He had seen it countless times while fucking him. That turned him on even more.
He'd give him exactly what he longed for. The hold on Jungkook's neck grew firmer,his nails pressing harder, sucking the air out of his lungs, each ragged breath made his chest rise and fall with desperate urgency.
" I'm giving you pain,boy. Do you want me to stop?"
Jungkook's head repeatedly shook." No... fuck me harder... " he choked out." I need you... I want you... so much..." He attempted to shift his head to Taehyung's side,his lips trembling. "Ki -- kiss me...please..."
" No... never..."
Jungkook cried out, hot tears dripping down his flashed cheeks." Kiss me... I'm yours... yours..."
" Yeah...You're still mine,Jeon. Your body knows better. You're mine to break. Mine to ruin... Mine... Mine..." and for a moment he believed it.
He needed to.
He slammed harder inside him, lashing his prostate and the boy's walls clenched around the hard-on.
" Do it again. Clench tighter." It sounded like a dominant order from Taehyung's pressed lips but in fact it was a heartfelt plea. " I'm gonna fucken wreck you till you can't stand up. I'll bleed your goddamn hole till I cripple you...I'll wipe out every man who dared to touch you...I'll kill them... all..."
The last threads of his sanity were unraveling and he didn't give a fuck how he sounded. His free hand landed with brutal force on the tender ass again and again and again, staining it with the traces of his hand.
Then abruptly moved to the front where his hard cock was bouncing by the force of the thrusts and a light, playful spank landed just above the foreskin as the younger squirmed from a wicked pleasure.
" More... please... please... give me more..." Jungkook choked out the words while Taehyung's next spank, right on the moist slit, was stronger and more brutal. It hurt and stung but was also highly fulfilling.
" Cry for me. Scream for me! Fucking scream while I'm so deep inside you."
And Jungkook did precisely what he was asked. Hot, unrestrained tears welled up in his blurry eyes, running down his pinkish cheeks and a squeal slipped out of his lips.
The world became a blur.
Reduced into millions of broken pieces.
The lust was a surge too immense to contain.
The pain was too obscure to restrain.
The pleasure ripped his soul apart.
The boy's eyes rolled to the back, his pulse raced out of control and his tongue stuck out,saliva drooling from his wide-open mouth. The spanks landed on his cock one after another as a punishment but Jungkook merely took them as bliss.
" CLENCH! TRAP ME INSIDE YOUR TIGHT HOLE AND DON'T LET GO! FUCKING CLENCH!" Taehyung's roaring, gruffy voice shook the walls inside the parking lot.
As Jungkook squeezed harder,the grip around his neck locked, forcing out whimpers and cries, not only from the pain but mostly from the bliss he was wholeheartedly giving him.
" Fuck! You're sucking me so tight in there. My cock is throbbing..." the older man cried out and his fingers kept spanking the hard-on in the same vulgar pace as his cock was lashing on his hole.
" Faster! Fuck me faster... harder... break me Taehyung! Taehyung!"
" Say it again! Scream my name!" the man barked out in total trance.
" Taehyung! Taehyung! My Taehyung!" Jungkook's lungs burnt while moaning out his name.
The younger was on the verge of an earth-shattering orgasm after so long and a new set of fresh tears ran down his cheeks while arching his spine backwards and his fingernails pierced deeper into Taehyung's hips.
Taehyung felt the squeezing around his cock,the shifting in his breathing and his thrusts evolved into a gigantic wave of wild, broken agony and pleasure. His hips backed out then pulled back then tore out and plunged in again.
Each slam flogged the boy's sensitive spot, his hole trapping him deeper and deeper into the abyss of pleasure only Jungkook could give him. His chest heaved at the force of his thrusting and he fumbled for words.
" Cum... squirt for me... daddy wants to see you squirt for him... show me exactly how badly you need me..."
Jungkook obeyed like a good boy.
" Cumming daddy... I'm fucking cumming for you... only you...you..." Jungkook cried out in absolute ecstasy,
Orgasm shattered his sanity piece by piece and a blazing fire exploded within him, gigantic spurts of unrestrained cum splashed out of his aching cock blending with a massive string of squirt he was holding in for months, paralysing his senses.
Taehyung's eyes locked on Jungkook's cock. On how the cum splashed across the car boot, how the transparent liquid painted the surface, how the cock vibrated between his fingers.
The view was intoxicating and for a minute the air choked in his throat.
Jungkook was in his arms, squirming and shaking under his weight, crying for him. Every breath he took, every tear he shed, every tremble that crashed his body was for HIM.
Kim Taehyung.
He thrashed inside him harder and faster with a soul wrecking need that made his skin shiver, his eyes rolled to the back, his heartbeat slammed against his ribs. " Fuck! I'll breed your damn hole! Tear you apart! I'm fucking shooting... Oh dear God!"
Something seismic shifted inside him with the force of an earthquake and every pore in Taehyung's body was wailing at the staggering orgasm approaching.
All it took was a rough thrust and boom!! He came, screaming his lungs out and feeling the unmatched warmth circling him.
The moment Taehyung shooted his load inside the clenching hole Jungkook felt full for the first time in a long time and a hoarse shriek slipped through his quivering lips.
The man stood still. He didn't move a muscle. He didn't even pull out. His wish was to stay buried inside that heated warmth a little longer.
However, once the desire hushed down, logic and reality washed over him like a bucket of ice.
Stolen moments.
Fake pleasure.
That was his inheritance from Jungkook.
Hurried, twisted moments in a dark parking lot.
Sex, not love.
Lust,not affection.
Taehyung pulled out,cum oozing down Jungkook's inner thighs from the slightly pink hole. The grip around the boy's throat unlocked.
He stumbled backwards, hiked up his boxer and pants, adjusted the rest of his wrinkled outfit and picked up his coat from the ground.
There was no yelling. No cursing. No insults and hurtful words.
Merely a deafening silence, speaking volumes.
Jungkook understood.
He recognised the inner conflict.
The disdain for his weakness.
The hate for embracing his desire.
They were battling alongside Taehyung's lust and yearning for him. His body wanted him, his logic rejected him.
His soul was aching,his heart was hurting, his dignity and self-respect had wilted under his gaze and touch.
He didn't regret it.
He'd gladly do it again.
Not because he was begging for his love but because he knew he could have it.
Where love exists, rules fade, regrets dissolve and ego is forgotten.
The boy didn't bother cleaning himself.He simply tugged up his underwear and pants,fixed his T-shirt and jacket without turning around.
Heavy footsteps clicked on the concrete as Taehyung pranced away from the car and towards the private elevator.
" This doesn't change anything."
" I know."
" I still hate you."
" I understand."
" You won't stop pursuing me, will you?" There was certainty in his throaty voice and a hint of satisfaction that Taehyung couldn't quite grasp.
" Never. I love you. " Jungkook's dulcet voice sent ripples of unexpected thrill down the man's spine, gripping the hem of his leather jacket
" Then dig your own grave."
" That's fine. I'd die for you if you asked me to." Tone steady and determined. His eyes were the shade of chestnuts roasted too long. Dark on the surface but split them open and the heart inside was burning, reddish,alive and soft.
Something cracked inside Taehyung's chest at the thought of him dying. He was hurt, his pride had taken a massive blow, his heart was tormented by an unrequited love that grew deeper every second he was breathing but living in a world Jungkook didn't exist was the one thing he couldn't survive.
Knowing he was alive - somewhere out there,even apart - eased the pain of betrayal.
And he knew if Jungkook died, he'd die with him.
I guess his love was stronger than his hate. Only his ego was getting in the way.
Taehyung's stiff body abruptly whirled, his feet matched towards Jungkook as he hooked him by the waist, feeling him slightly flinch,snapped him around, and lunged an attack on his lips with a starving kiss.
His eyes were black silk, passionate, vicious but mostly dangerous.
His tongue split the boy's mouth, lapped on the tender skin, nibbling it before pushing it inside. Their mouths moved in absolute sync, Jungkook's fingers curling around the man's jacket, drawing him closer and passion welled up, unrestrained, uncontrolled.
Tongues roughly battling, breaths mingling, bodies tangling as one, heartbeats pulsing in their chests, an overwhelming sensation lurching inside their veins.
Taehyung's huge hand roamed on the younger's feverish flesh from his slender waist to his round ass,fingers brutally scraping Jungkook's blazing heat.
Nothing mattered.
Nothing made sense.
Every hidden, smothered feeling of love, hate, rejection, lust and disgust was poured into that frantic kiss.
Just for a moment...
Taehyung's hands crept on Jungkook's chest almost at the same speed they had grabbed him, jolting the boy back till his butt hit the boot and hurriedly marched away without uttering a single word.
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The acrid scent of burnt rubber,the slicked concrete and Taehyung's musky,cedar cologne still clung to Jungkook's skin like a brand. The adrenaline from their explosive encounter in that garage was throbbing in his veins.
It was messy, raw and driven by a seismic surge of desperation. For a few moments Taehyung's defenses and the thin,icy walls he had built around him had crumbled down and the man had given in to that familiar, possessiveness Jungkook loved.
However,the aftermath had been as expected. The anticipated withdrawal, the cold rejection - even without the usual shouting and cursing - the cruel mask locked in his features before walking away again.
Only this time, Jungkook spotted a tiny crack he hadn't seen before. The seed of doubt, the flicker in his eyes. Something had shifted inside Taehyung.
Jungkook dragged his shaky fingers down the zipper of his black leather jacket, picking up the scattered pieces of his wounded heart and his bruised ego and body, swinging his leg over his Harley and putting on his helmet.
He kicked the starter and the engine burst to life, a deep growl that vibrated straight to his core.
He had to go.
He needed the night air to clear the suffocating mist in his head. To think and understand why a powerful, dominant man like Taehyung who ruled an empire,was so utterly scared of the truth.
The vast city blurred into a line of bright,neon lights as he razed the empty, midnight streets. The cool breeze violently whipped against his helmet forcing his breath back into his lungs.
Inside his buzzing head, his thoughts were a chaotic, contradictory thunderstorm. The pain was persistent and sharp. The whiplash of being loved and rejected within half an hour was hurting deeply.
But beneath the surface and the ache, an ecstatic thrill was blooming in his heart. He had felt him again! He had been in his arms after what felt like forever, had felt the crashing weight of his veiny hands on his skin. The burning heat of his mouth and the intoxicating warmth of being grounded by his dominance.
His heart chanted in a desperate, lovesick rhythm remembering the way Taehyung pounded inside him, the fulfillment when he came deep in his body and how he growled when shouting he was his and only his.
Despite being too short, hurried and triggered by a mixture of rage and lust, it had been real. It was the physical proof he had been craving for. For months now he had been feeling like an empty graveyard but tonight his body had remembered how it felt to be alive, shaking beneath Taehyung.
At some point, the endless road led him straight towards his most favourite place. The wide expanse of river Han. He parked his Harley onto a quiet pavement, killing the engine.
The abrupt silence was somehow earsplitting, disrupted only by the far, rhythmic hum of traffic and the soft murmur of the water against the banks.
He didn't get off his bike. He just sat on the leather seat, took off his helmet, resting his forearms on the handlebars and allowed his eyes to enjoy the breathtaking view.
The bright lights of Seoul's towering skyscrapers reflected on the water like tiny diamonds. A few scattered couples were strolling along the boardwalk, crouching together against the chill breeze, chatting and laughing without a care in the world.
A lazy, determined breath slipped through his lips, turning to fog in the cold air.
The truth laid bare in front of him.
Taehyung's cruel behaviour so far, now meant less than before. The raw craving, the lust, the uncontrollable passion and Taehyung's rough possessiveness in that parking lot was impossible to forget.
Kim Taehyung wanted him.
He needed him.
He was trapped in an endless battle between his own monstrous pride and his undying lust, fighting a ghost he couldn't eliminate.
For Jungkook tonight was the kick off to the right direction as foolish as it sounded. His persistence was working. Gradually, effortlessly, aggressively he was breaking Taehyung defences one by one.
Every home cooked meal, every note, every determined glance across the street from the shadows was another fracture in Taehyung's cruel facade. All he had to do was insist, keep his eyes locked on him, don't lose hope and have faith.
One step at a time.
It was more than enough for him.
Of course he couldn't forget the devastating cruelty of his actions,the savage rejection and his soul hadn't healed yet from the emptiness in his lower abdomen after losing their child but his heart was an entirely different story.
His heart longed for Taehyung's affection and approval. And that somehow reduced the ache, turning the deep, suffocating agony into a careful,sharp focus.
Shaky fingers ran gently over the fuel tank of his Harley,his eyes fixed on the dark, flowing river. He had survived the absolute worst the world could give him and he was tired of running away anymore.
Taehyung would eventually have to face the truth as ugly as it was and Jungkook was done waiting for miracles hiding in the shadows.
There was one more thing he had to do, something that needed solving and closure and it was long overdue.
He pulled his phone out of his inner pocket and typed a message to Yoongi.
' Hyung, help me find the bastards who attacked me and that bitch. I want them to pay for everything.'
In less than a second the screen lit up with a reply.
' Done. '
He squeezed the phone in his hand and breathed - deep and liberating - like a newborn taking his first breath when coming out of his mother's womb.
No more running.
No more hiding.
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Taehyung stumbled on his way to the penthouse and as soon as he stepped in the door clicked shut behind him. The silence inside the spacious house was undeniable but in his head the noise was skull - rattling.
As he shuffled towards the interior,he flopped on the huge couch, slumping back and his head hit the back pillows. His chest heaved under the rumpled shirt, sticking to his sweaty skin.
His own house felt utterly foreign,an indifferent exhibition of glass, marble and luxury that offered absolutely no shelter from the sharp anguish clawing in his soul.
He was pissed.
He was utterly, violently disappointed in himself and his weakness, his jaw locked so tightly that the muscles along his jawline vibrated with a sharp rhythm.
" Fuck Taehyung. You're a freaking pussy. Weak and pathetic." he whispered under his breath.
He shouldn't, under any circumstances, have touched him, let alone fuck him in the parking lot. He shouldn't have allowed that boy to drag him back to zero and give in to temptation.
He should have fought harder and resisted, used his authority to have security throw him out and walk away with his dignity intact.
Did he? Nope.
Because the scary truth was that the moment he saw him, the moment Jungkook's fingers tangled in his belt, his logic had vanished in thin air.
Taehyung wanted him. Craved for him. Needed him with an all - devouring desperation like a drowning man clawing his way to the surface only to get a gasp of air to breathe.
Taehyung hated himself for that. He loathed how after Jungkook's savage betrayal,he had surrendered so easily, so unconditionally to passion.
Jungkook's scent, the intoxicating mix of vanilla, orchid and pure heat, was literally branded into his flesh. His warmth, his hot mouth wrapped around his cock, their bodies colliding against the car were igniting a storm inside him.
With a loud, guttural groan of raw irritation Taehyung started tearing up his clothes. He shredded his silk, black tie, thrashing it on the floor and erratically split apart his shirt, buttons skittering across the marble.
He stripped down completely, naked and exposed to the heat of the penthouse and bolted up the staircase towards his bathroom.
He slipped into the oversized shower stall, hands reaching out, fingers quivering while they hovered over the sleek, iron faucet about to blast his aching body with cold water just to wash away his sins and Jungkook's touches.
However, his fingers wouldn't move. His right hand stood stretched above the faucet,his breathing ragged and his eyes shut tightly.
He couldn't do it.
He couldn't turn the water on.
He should have been stunned but nothing came as a surprise anymore.
Jungkook's addictive scent, the thin coating of their shared sweat seared into his collarbones, chest and stomach, a heavy aphrodisiac that his skin refused to discard.
He was starving and longing for him and even the filthy, dangerous remains of their lustful ecstasy felt better than the cold, sterile feeling of being alone
" Damn it. Damn you, Jungkook!" he barked out in a piercing shriek that exploded against the tiles as he slammed his fists hard on the glass wall, the impact rattling up his arms before shifting and storming out of the shower back in the main bedroom.
Both fists were pressed so tight his knuckles were snow-white,his nails burrowing into his palms, his wrath and unrestrained need stirring his guts.
One time wasn't enough.
A feverish, erratic fucking wasn't enough to erase the hunger boiling inside him. It had simply ignited the buried starvation blazing his skin.
Naked and aching,he threw himself on the king-size bed, face down over the covers. His flesh was actively burning, hypersensitive and painful for Jungkook's touch. But he wasn't there.
His mind was a chaotic shell and Jungkook occupied every single inch, every single thought, brightening the dark corners with a blinding light.
He understood it was wrong. He knew Jungkook was a traitor,a cheater, a big liar who had broken his trust. Somehow, in his darkest hours his brain chose to erase those details.
The aching memory of that hotel room shifted into white noise under the heavy weight of his intense love and sheer lust that were stronger than the lies and betrayal.
He loved Jungkook.
He was obsessively, unconditionally, madly in love with him.
He released a deep sigh,bluntly staring at the black, silk pillows and the tears escaping his red rimmed eyes were soaking into the shiny fabric.
He sadly concluded that he was totally doomed. There was no recovery from that and the pain from the realization rippled through his skin, piercing straight through his heart.
It was making him question and doubt every logical thought, every belief and the wounded pride he had so stubbornly used as a shield to protect his heart.
How can you love and hate the same person with equal strength?
He was trapped in an endless battle between wanting and denying.
Taehyung rolled over the sheets, panting heavily and his fists squeezed around the fabric, nearly ripping it to pieces. He detested feeling conquered by a boy who refused to let him go.
But the real question was... Did Taehyung really want to be set free?
The nightmare came uninvited and ruthless. A roaring, aching shriek slipped through his mouth and one single name rattled his chest and the glassy, bedroom windows.
" JUNGKOOK!"
He bolted upright,heart violently hammering against his ribs, every frantic beat buzzing in his ears and cold sweat dampened his skin. His chest heaved in uneven breaths as his palm rested above his heart just to make sure he was alive.
His blurry eyes flicked wildly around the dim room, from corner to corner, for a sign that the nightmare was over. Warm tears traced slow paths across his pallid cheeks
He ran his trembling fingers through his damp hair and shut his eyes but the image that haunted his dream was vividly present.
The petrified look of despair in Jungkook's eyes, a cry for help under that ruthless predator in that hotel room, his quivering hands struggling to push him away. His face drained of colour, terror and revulsion overtaking every expression.
A thought struck him like a blow.
Could he have misread Jungkook so completely, confusing fear for passion?
Could he have been wrong all along?
Accusing him of being unfaithful? Of being a traitor while he was struggling to survive from those bastards?
Was it possible SeoJoon was right about Jungkook!
The memory of every curse,every cutting word,every blunt accusation, replayed relentlessly in his head, a tide of guilt surging through his veins until his heart ached with the weight of regret.
He threw the covers away, crawling towards the edge of the bed, his feet hitting the cold marble and clenched fists struck the mattress again and again, each blow fueled by anguish and guilt.
He jolted up, slightly dizzy from the abrupt move and made his way to the desk on the opposite side of the room, grabbing his phone and sending a message to a specific number.
' I need you to investigate something. It's vital. I'll send you the information tomorrow. '
He received an immediate response in less than a second.
' I'll be waiting,boss. '
His instincts were screaming that it was the right thing to do. Or at least try to discover the truth everyone was talking about.
For the first time a real crack had formed in Taehyung's armour. The seed of doubt was planted and ready to harvest.
However,he didn't know which possibility was worse. Him being right about Jungkook's betrayal or everyone else?
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Taehyung's muscles were dead stiff.He hadn't slept a single moment during the night. The sun had barely scratched the sky when he stirred in his place and sat up in bed.
His hair was a tangled mess,his eyes bloodshot and stinging and his jaw felt bruised from the ceaseless clenching of his teeth. His whole body throbbed with the ghost of Jungkook's touches but his brain was somehow in a state of hibernation.
The profound, overwhelming whiplash of the previous night had formed a crack in his ice -- cold demure but he could no longer live in doubt.
He was suffocating.
With stiff hands Taehyung reached for his phone,stashed under the wrinkled sheets and his long fingers swept across the screen, finding an unnamed file he never expected to open and had no idea why he had created it in the first place.
Inside were several photos of Aespa, Jungkook's vicious ex as well as every information he had on that bloody hotel.
For a brief moment he hesitated, not certain if he wanted to dig further and his jaw set into a hard,iron line. He drafted a brief email attaching the file with the gathered infos and send it directly to Jaehyn, his personal Chief of Security, an ex military intelligence operative,who answered to noone except Kim Taehyung himself.
He immediately dialed Jaehyn's private line and the man picked up on the first ring, his voice crisp despite the early hour." Sir. I've received it. Your orders?"
Taehyung gulped hard,his throat dry as if he had swallowed sand but his voice dropped into a razor thin register that barely hid the tremor."I need a full investigation into everything in that folder. Start with the woman. Dig up every information about her past,her family,her contacts, bank transactions, phone records over the last six months." His gaze drifted towards the window, staring blankly outside.
" Understood. And the hotel?"
Taehyung's fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, a throbbing headache settling in his temples,his breathing growing shallow." I want the unedited CCTV footage from the hotel's server from that specific night. The lobby, the bar, the hallway,the room. Everything. From the time Jungkook entered the hotel till he left. I don't care how you do it, what laws you'll break,who you have to threaten and how much it will cost. I need results."
" It might take some time." Jaehyn replied with his usual professional tone.
" Don't care. Do it."
" Consider it done. Then I'll report directly to you, sir."
" Good." Taehyung responded in a steel toned voice but it wasn't difficult for the other man to notice the slight cracking.
The call disconnected and Tae dropped the phone on the bed,his chest rising and falling in a heavy sigh. He wrapped his arms tightly around his folded knees, pulling them closer to his chest, looking smaller and more fragile.
He was so scared that each attempt to breathe made his throat hurt. He didn't know what outcome he was hoping for and the psychological impact on his soul was devastating.
If Jaehyn's investigation proved beyond doubt that Jungkook had indeed lied to him that he had given into twisted,sex games with other men, it would utterly destroy him. But at least he'd know the truth and somehow compromise. It would mean that his cruel attitude and rejection had reasons and his instincts were right.
However, if Jaehyn proved the exact opposite...
The man's breath clogged in his throat, breaking out in cold sweat, his heart skipped a beat or more. If he proved Jungkook's innocence... that he was framed, drugged, nearly raped and petrified only to be rejected,accused and cast out by him...
The thought of Jungkook's helpless body under the weight of that sick bastard, the others watching in delight,a prey for their twisted games while fighting to break free...
If those assholes tried to actually rape him...
A loud,broken growl was spewed out of his chest as he buried his face into his shaky hands.
If Jungkook was telling the truth all this time, it meant that Tae wasn't the victim protecting his honour and pride.
It meant he was a bloody monster.
That he had refused to believe him, had abandoned him in the most brutal way, had traumatised his soul beyond repair and had repeatedly mocked his love and pleas, forcing him to fight the demons alone.
It meant Jungkook was innocent,he truly loved him and he had lost him.
The reality he had to face was so intolerably harsh, so blindingly horrific that his own guilt was burning his soul.
He sat alone on the empty bed, shivering from fear, tears slid down his ashen cheeks,trapped between the desperate hope that the boy he loved wasn't a liar and the numbing terror of facing the monster he had become.