Jungkook quivered under the weight of anticipation, clawing his spine and strained tension. His hands couldn't stay still, grabbing the bedsheets,lounging with his legs sprawled out,his hole sore and soaked in cum, glistering drops leaking onto the soft mattress. Heat set his flesh aflame at the thought of having Taehyung inside him again, filling him up. Their bodies colliding and becoming one.
In the depths of his fuzzy mind, he knew it was beyond physical touch. It had turned into something spiritual. A blazing, incomprehensible need to be united as one body,one soul. It swarmed him with the fear of losing an important part of him..of surrendering his soul to the devil. Unfortunately,he had surpassed that boundary the moment he signed the contract.
Taehyung stood above him at the footboard –towering and almost hostile – totally naked,purring in ecstacy.
Jungkook couldn't have total control.
He couldn't be the master in their bedroom.
He had to show him who was in charge. Not because he craved authority but because he couldn't afford to let him know how much of his soul he truly possessed.
A maddening obsession that robbed him of self-restraint and determination.
His smoldering gaze roamed over Jungkook's flawlessly formed collarbones,drifted down his sculpted chest and stomach and on the ink wrapping his arm like art.
Jungkook was a rare piece of art.
Exceptional and treasured.
Yet, beneath that fake mask of hard- boiled dominance and toughness,laid an emotional man yielding to his needs and hidden desires.
A cute kitten disguised as a wild cat.
With a cunning leer on his deadly gorgeous face,he walked inside the closet and came back holding a few items in his hands. As he marched around the bed,he climbed up, pulling Jungkook upwards and trapping both hands in a set of handcuffs, right above his head,making him wince. It didn't stop him. He returned to the edge of the bed,fingers squeezing a white Wandon vibrator." Spread your legs wider."
Jungkook's head felt so blurry that he seemed incapable of understanding or even complying to his direct order. So he froze and gulped. A primal rush of nerves and heat flooded his whole body.
" I asked you to spread them. If you don't, I'll leave you like this for the rest of the day and you'll be begging me to fuck you. Your body will hurt like hell." he growled, stooping over and slapping his inner thighs, Jungkook's body jerked at the touch.
The younger opened them up, bending his knees and Taehyung hissed at the provocative,red hole stuffed with his cum. He situated between his legs,holding the vibrator,pressed the button behind the cord at medium speed and the silicone head was trailed smoothly from the firm balls, warmly touching the base of his cock, heading all the way up, reaching his wet slit.
Jungkook let out a deep, guttural sound of ecstasy and welcomed pain the moment the vibrator pressed on his cock. It panged and spasmed, spewing strings of precum. His eyes – misty and blur – flattered,his head tossed left and right,his fingers gripped the bedsheets above his head as he was drooling from the corner of his half opened lips.
" Such a needy slut. Is this because you haven't gotten off for a few minutes? Or are you always like this with your sex partners?"he roared a sarcastic scoff." I didn't know you were that hungry for my cock. "It came out intransigently contemptuous yet Jungkook was way too plunged in a lewd storm to attain his tone, moaning and whimpering.
" I..I.. want it so bad.."
Taehyung pinned his dark glare on the trapped brat." You reek of cum and squirt."
The vibrator was still brutally torturing his tender slit, drawing circles around it for far too long, testing the boy's mentality. When Taehyung's tongue swirled around his balls, sucking and nibbling on the rough surface, his entire body spasmed and felt on the verge of passing out. He arched his lower abdomen for better friction but flopped on the mattress from the sweet numbness and weakness of his limbs.
" Too..much..it..hurts..fuck..fuck me.. daddy..just..shove it..in.. please.." he begged and implored and cried out but was roughly ignored while the man's moist tongue wouldn't move past his balls, constantly lapping it." Pl– please..I..I.. can't.. take it..please.."he managed to utter,his voice a faint whisper in the stillness of the room.
Taehyung instantly dangled the tip of his tongue over his perineum, driving Jungkook potty to the point he was struggling to breath and on the verge of fainting,then spit and lapped on the wet hole,spit and lapped again, repeating it several times before drawing circles around the anus without plunging in. His hand was steadily holding the vibrator on the younger's cock head, spinning it around and crawling it up and down from time to time.
Just as it slided down to his balls, Taehyung's tongue stroked around the hard-on unhurriedly and unbothered. Jungkook spatted,jaw dropped in sheer bliss and once the man's lips closed around his cock, mercilessly sucking him, teeth grazing his throbbing length,the younger erupted in a scream, teetering on the edge of erotic abyss, frantically bucking his hips against Taehyung's face.
Taehyung bobbing his head up and down,cock hitting the back of his throat unexpectedly plucked with a slosh,sticking out his tongue and licking him from the base and upwards, gliding over the slit while fisting it,his gaze locked on the rare beauty trembling at his touch.
Jungkook was a fucken moaning mess. Eyes rolled to the back, tongue sticking out,cheeks painted like ripe cherries,stomach voluting from the unquenchable thirst,tears of overwhelming, excruciating thrill, venting from the corner of his eyes staining the sheets. Eyes filled with lust.
Dear lord..!
He wanted..no he needed to cum. It was essential for his mentality to cum.
As more earsplitting bawls,grating whimpers and incoherent words rumbled out of his trembling lips, Taehyung's tongue surged in the aching hole, sharply thrusting in and out, ripping him apart then twisting it inside the drenched anus and all at once Jungkook released a gargling cry,the sensation of inexplicable solace racked him and came on the spot, incapable of corking his screams.
Taehyung continued to raid his depths,his free hand gathering the fresh cum from Jungkook's stomach, smearing it on his mouth and hole, sucking in the salty taste of his lover's release. He wanted to quit playing games and shove his hard-on deeper than ever before but he ruled out the idea because he couldn't help but take profound pleasure from observing him so fucked up. Lost in his lecherous world.
His mess was his drug.
The vibrator replaced the man's tongue as he pulled out and pressed it on the moist, clenching hole, increasing the speed to high. Jungkook was drained of will. His strength was gone and the only thing left was to endure the tantalising vibration on his anus, battling between remaining conscious or surrendering to the dark abyss, whispering his name.
His body would occasionally spasm and clogged moans would escape his lips,shrouded in a deviant numbness of the mind and senses. His knees flopped on the mattress, trapping his tormentor.
Taehyung, having had enough,wanting him conscious for the next round, seized all movement,threw away the vibrator and climbed on top of him,attacking his lips. He sucked and bit the delicate skin,nibbled his piercing,thrusted his tongue inside and pressed his scorching hot body on Jungkook's, rubbing their dicks together.
" Don't pass out,baby.. I need you to fully understand what will happen." he hummed as soon as he cut off their kiss.His sharp,hoarse voice was heard so distant to Jungkook's ears – almost like a dream– and he simply nodded,words failed him. As Jungkook was laid on his back, Taehyung lifted his legs straight into the air, towards the ceiling and positioned himself on his knees in front of the younger and rested his trembling legs on his shoulders.
He squatted, fingers dangling on his chiseled chest, slowly sliding them on his nipple, flicking the pink bub, squeezing it between his index and middle finger. Jungkook moaned,his throat bobbed with a sharp gulp,arching his back and felt his mouth lapping and biting the delicate skin.
" Dad–daddy.."
Taehyung stayed focused on tormenting his nipples in turns that now had the colour of dark, burgundy rubies, inching closer to his neck,lips and tongue moving in slow, tasting motion.He steadily guided his cock on the drenched hole, grazing it before abruptly ploughing into his depths, causing the boy beneath him to yelp at the sudden intrusion.
Jungkook's hands were still seized by the iron handcuffs and his wrists felt sore, stuck above his head, gripping onto the sheets with such force that the black silk was ripped. Just like his soul and body. Torn in millions of tiny, little pieces by the same man who was ruthlessly raiding every part of his broken body.
The thrusts seemed vigorous and raw. A fierce, commanding abuse, robbing him of breath. His limbs had a sweet numbness matching the fuzziness in his brain. The more Taehyung plunged inside him,the more he was driven to absolute ecstasy.
" You look so unbelievably pretty with my cock stretching you open. And you feel so good. So fucken tight and warm." The man's body was slick with sweat and the room filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing,the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, the powerful scent of cum and sweat.
His cock was driving so deep,there wasn't a place he wouldn't touch. He needed to fuck him so hard,to mark his soul,to belong only to him. Jungkook let out a high-pitched whimper,his hole clamping down on his dick as he was pushed over the edge." Please.." he whined.
" Please what, baby boy?"
He attempted to talk again but his tongue refused to move.
" Tell me!"
" Plea– please.. daddy..let me.. cum.." he finally implored,his hole clenching around the hard-on, plunging deeper in and out, while the boy's legs tangled tighter around his neck."Your.. little..slut..needs to..cum.."
" Fuck boy! You truly are a slut for my cock, begging for it. Aren't you ashamed? You came so many times still begging for more." he moaned,hands groping his hips, pushing him upwards, picking up the pace." Keep your eyes open and look at daddy while you come and squirt."
He slammed his cock deeper,pulled out then slammed back in, sliding his hands down his ass in a way that Jungkook's body folded and his knees touched his chest,pulled out and thrusted harder,this time quashing his spot as Jungkook's nails ripped the piece of fabric he was squeezing. His body jerked, sweat and tears blending together, eyes rolling, striving to keep them open and focused on him.
The man he hated.
The man he longed for.
The man who captivated his being.
The man, powerful enough to imprison his soul.
The only man that could shred him to pieces and glue him back.
Kim fucken Taehyung.
His daddy…
And finally it came.
Like a tsunami crushing the shore after an earthquake. He unleashed his hoarded longing in massive waves of spurts bursting out and spreading across his chest and face and soon came a rush of squirting,he couldn't hold back.
Taehyung was over the moon..
He felt ecstatic.
" That's it! Squirt.. let it all out! Let it all out.."
His heart leaped in bliss and satisfaction, observing the impact he had on him. That was his doing.
He was responsible for Jungkook's mess.
He was responsible for his vulnerability and total submission.
Spontaneously,he grabbed his legs and turned him over but realising how exhausted the boy was he laid him on his chest, climbed on top of him,tangling him between his feet and mercilessly hammered his aching hole with everything he had, literally mounting him.The ploppy,messy sound of him thrashing in and out in a primitive, animalistic speed, his veiny fingers sliding into the damp strands, tugging him back, blurring lust with control.
" Do you like it when I ride you like this? Huh?" He tugged him tighter,his spine arching like a bow,eyes searching around for something steady to focus on. The permanent tears dribbled down his heated cheeks, joining up the laces of saliva venting from his mouth.
" Do you feel it,babyboy? Do you feel it reaching your belly? I'll fuck and breed you real good and give you babies..lots of babies." Hard,loud spanking of the flesh ranted through the air but Jungkook didn't even blink. He loved the thrill of being spanked like a disobedient brat.
Fading into the raw pleasure of Jungkook's ravaging power the man aptly shooted his gigantic load into his depths, howling in bliss and collapsing on top of him.
Their slick bodies, a mass of ragged gasps, quivering limbs,drunken senses. Taehyung's erratic heartbeat battered against Jungkook's back but he could barely keep his eyes open. When the man carefully pulled out with the cum surging out,he shifted the younger 's almost lifeless body, removed the cuffs and gently massaged his aching wrists,ready to carry him to the bathtub.
Jungkook stopped him, slightly shaking his head." No.. don't..hug me.. please."
" We have to take a shower.. clean up. Come." He hummed against his ear."I'll help you baby."
He shook his head again." Cuddle with..me. Hold me..Tae.."Jungkook didn't realise how honeyed Taehyung's name sounded from his lips. He didn't care how damp the bed felt. He wanted cuddles from him.Perhaps it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was the man's warm embrace, cradling him like a baby. Perhaps even the familiar, overwhelming scent of sweat,cum and musk that strangely filled his soul with peace. Maybe for the first time ever he felt safe..and dozed off the moment his eyes shut.
Taehyung with Jungkook tangled in his arms, all huddled up,his head nuzzled in his neck, breath coming out uneven,smiled fondly. That boy..that stubborn, irritating brat, was full of unbridled passion and quiet depth. Genuine and real. With courage and determination in his eyes,fire in his voice.
He had gone to great lengths to trap him into his bed. He had conspired, manipulated,exploited his weakness,used every resource to get him here. He would even go as far as to blackmail him,using the power Jungkook detested to make him sign the damn contract. And it was all worth it. At first,he thought that after a few fucking sessions, he'd grow tired of him and move to his next victim.
Right now,the mere thought of losing him was unbearably painful. The thought of another man or woman admiring his hypnotic beauty, seeing how fragile he became when in ecstasy, hearing his moans of pleasure was overly disturbing.
Jeon Jungkook belonged to him.
Kim Taehyung.
And he intended to keep it that way for a very long time. Even if their contract ended, he had the means to extend it. He knew damn well how the younger couldn't resist his touch. How he craved for him. His eyes were the mirror of his need. He would train his body to accept only his and nobody else's touch. To long for him in the most twisted way. To breathe and live just for him. Hold him captive in his house..in his life..for as long as he wanted.
That was a promise.
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Jungkook tossed and turned in his sleep. His stiff body laid heavy on the soft mattress,every muscle stinging with soreness. Heat still pulsed inside his veins,an electric remainder of last night's intensity. The slight tremor of his limbs whispered of the passionate moments of his claim and surrender. A drowsy haze coaxed in his head,both pleasant and tiring.
He smiled and sucked in the peculiar intimacy,the exposure,the vulnerability as well as his own surrender. His chest rose and fell in slow pace ,heart beating too fast, carrying the echo of desire and lust. Memories..vivid and strong.
The overpowering smell of sweat,cum and squirt,the heavy aroma of two bodies uniting,lingered in the closed walls of the bedroom. He yawned,fingers snatching the fluffy covers, attempting to open his eyes but fearing the brightness of the morning sun. Once he eventually opened them, battering his lashes,he realised it was still dark outside and he was alone in bed. Only the dent on the pillows beside him betrayed Taehyung 's presence.
For some inexplicable reason he broke out in cold sweat,slowly shifting his sore body and carefully pulling his body upwards, leaning his heavy head on the headboard. It was dark..too damn dark..and it stirred old wounds, moments he had tried to erase.
Where the hell was Taehyung?
Had he gone to the club and left him alone? To suffer after a crazy day?
Or was he at the office?
He panicked.
His stomach coiled with a strange fear, one he hated. His lungs filled with air that refused to come out. " Tae? Tae..?"
No response, just deadly silence apart from the relentless beating of his heart. " Tae..where are you? This isn't funny, asshole." His voice was meant to echo in the penthouse but unfortunately it was barely audible and way too desperate.
" Well..you finally decided to wake up." Taehyung's fit body appeared at the doorframe,his hands tucked into his pockets,his lips with the usual sly grin. As he pranced through the room and towards Jungkook,he sat at the edge of the bed,next to him.
" I thought you bailed out on me."
" It did cross my mind but hell I couldn't leave you alone."
" Is it morning already? "
" Morning? It's eleven at night."he chuckled, checking him out provocatively. Even with his scrabbled hair,puffy half- closed eyes and sharp tongue,he was undeniably magnificent.
" How long was I sleeping?"he raised a brow, frowning.
" About five hours..give or take." He held his hands, noticing the bruises and marks from the cuffs and began massaging them to get rid of the stiffness.
Jungkook's initial thought was to jog him and remove his hands but he liked the feeling of him on his skin. Another exhibit of their intimacy and slowly but steadily he was getting used to it. It didn't feel unwanted or bizarre anymore.
" Jimin,your friend,called. I answered it. I hope you don't mind."
" What did he want?" Of course he already knew. An update to satisfy his inner curiosity and tease him later.
" Nothing particular." He carried on massaging his wrists and forearm." To see if you're still standing or I've completely ruined your ass."
" WHAT?" He goggled his doe eyes, gulping the nonexistent saliva in his dry mouth." Did he tell you that? I'm gonna kill that shorty!"
Taehyung burst out laughing at his expression."Just kidding. He wanted to know if you'll go to the club tonight. I told him that.. depends.."
The younger huffed, pulling away his hands and hiding them under the covers." From what?" If he could, he'd jump up,grab him by the collar,punch his face and wipe that smug from his lips.
" From me of course." He wiggled his broad shoulders, standing up." I'm the boss. Your boss in every sense of the word. If I say you stay home,you stay." He threw away the covers,leaving Jungkook totally exposed to his piercing gaze that crept up and down his naked body.
Jungkook felt unbearable heat crawling up on every inch of his bruised,marked skin and desire rushed through him like a bolt of lightning. He didn't bother covering himself,just let him admire what he had bought.
" Had enough?" he provoked him, looking straight into those dazzling eyes.
" No. But that's another story. For now I'll give you a bath." He crouched down to grab him but Jungkook raised his hand to stop him.
" I'm not crippled." he threw at him along with a bombastic sideye." I can do it." He crawled to the side, sitting up and touching his feet on the cold marble, leaned on his palms which still stung like hell and cautiously arose.Unfortunately, his head and the room were spinning,his legs felt mushy and lurching,he nearly fell flat on the floor if Taehyung's strong arms hadn't caught him in time before making a complete fool of himself.
" Yeah..I can see that." Without further due,he carried him,bridal style,into the bathroom, defeated and sulking like a baby but not a sound of complaint exited his sealed lips."Shower or tub?" he asked in a mischievous but teasing voice.
Jungkook huffed and puffed." Tub.."he replied in annoyance and winced the moment his ass came into contact with the cold surface.
" Try not to hurt your butt,boy. It's the one part of you I actually need." He turned on the tap, adjusting the temperature, let the warm water fill the half empty space and marched away.
" Asshole. Fucking bastard. Son of a bitch." The younger cursed through gnashed teeth, snatching the side rims. " Try not to hurt your butt,boy.. it's the only part of you I actually need." he mocked him, swirling his head left and right,sticking out his tongue.
He hated admitting it but his words hurt. They unexpectedly hurt him deeply. He had always sprouted that same thing himself but hearing it from Taehyung's lips was pestering him. Why? He didn't have the foggiest idea.
It was a contract.
A business deal.
A mutual arrangement between consenting adults.
Jungkook needed his cock.
Taehyung needed his ass.
Case closed.
Then why the hell did he feel offended?
Why was he expecting Kim to see him differently?
Why was he expecting Taehyung to feel differently towards him?
He shook the meddling thoughts out of his head and concentrated on relaxing and enjoying his bubble bath. He had a crazy day and most likely followed by a wild night. That was what he had signed up for. Kim's thick,hard,cock, fucking him to oblivion a d bim begging for more.
He gently scrubbed his sensitive skin from top to bottom,feeling his ass bibbing and giggled when foam tickled his nose,blowing upwards to get rid of it. He had no idea for how long he was soaking in the tub until he felt a presence and raising his head he met Taehyung 's gaze checking him out, leaning at the edge of the sink counter.
" Had fun?"He folded both arms on his chest.
" As a matter of fact, yeah!"
He picked up a bathrobe from the hanger and passed it on to him but Jungkook didn't take it. He simply sat back on the rim with a teasing smirk." Won't you help me?"
The man put on a wicked smug, offering his hand for him to grab and get up." What happened to 'I'm not crippled '?"
Jungkook lolled out his tongue, mocking him,gripping on his hands and carefully standing up." You're supposed to pamper me and since you're solely responsible for my current situation,you might as well be useful."
" You're a piece of work,Jeon." He wrapped the robe around him and got him out of the tub,softly wiping the water and bubbles from his body." First you bark that you're a big boy, capable of taking care of yourself and next thing I know you have me treating you like a baby."
" Serves you right for ruining my ass. And all other parts of me..look!" He jerked up his sleeve, uncovering the faint bruises on his wrist." And these.." he flung open the neckline of his robe exposing his neck full of hickeys along with his bruised and marked chest." What do you have to say now,Neanderthal?"
Taehyung was struggling to hide his laughter, biting his lower lip." Not proud of it..I didn't do a good job. There are parts of you still bruised free."
Jungkook granted him a menacing glare,clattered his white teeth and smacked his head as Taehyung grappled his waist, drawing him closer..more like chest to chest, leaving a small peck on his pouty lips." As much as I enjoy your little snubbing baby I'm starving so be a good boy and let daddy take care of you."
He gathered him in his arms again with Jungkook clogging his protests and actually enjoying his pampering and allowed Taehyung to carry him back to their bedroom and sat him on the bed. Taehyung did everything.
He dried his damp hair, neatly combed them, adjusting a few stray hairs hiding his handsome face,dressed him in his comfy,grey pyjamas and black boxer,making the boy feel safe, pampered but mostly wanted. Nobody, except his hyungs and Jimin,showed him that kind of affection. Perhaps he had an ulterior motive or maybe he was enjoying it as much as he was.
The man fetched him a glass of water and two painkillers and Jungkook gladly gulped them down, deeply sighing. " I'm hungry, Tae. What's for dinner?"
" I've ordered burgers,fries and chicken nuggets."
Jungkook gargled and flashed the most adorable smile ever. He swung his feet feeling the growling hunger in his empty stomach."Yummy! I love junk food!" he shook his head, slightly lifting up his chin. " Although Jin hyung would scold me for eating it.. but he's not here."
" Jin hyung?"
The boy deliberately brushed him off and playfully raised his arms for Taehyung to carry him downstairs." Time to continue the pampering.. daddy."
" Spoiled brat." he squealed,a grin from ear to ear. Jungkook had the most extraordinary ability of being discursive especially when he didn't want to talk about something specific.
" I am.." the boy hummed softly in his ear." I'm also a little slut.." he nibbled on his earlobe."Your little slut.."
As they were slipping down the sheeny stairs, Jungkook was flicking the man's nose, pinching his bread cheeks, pulling his ear or even sticking his hand inside his yellow T-shirt rubbing his nipple and Taehyung let him do whatever he wanted. He found it adorable!
Anything for that beaming smile on his gorgeous face!
The entire living room carried the smell of greasy burgers and nuggets. Jungkook was timidly placed on the couch with the man taking a seat to his left. " Go ahead. Dig in before it gets cold."
Jungkook sat squatting on the couch,biting into the burger with a small hum,lips shining from the sauce,cheeks puffed as he chewed his first bite. A fry drooped from his finger, dipped in ketchup and crunched it with starving need,eyes filled with satisfaction.
Taehyung grabbed a fry in silence, slowly munching it, pretending to look out the window. The careless way Jungkook licked the smear of ketchup from his index finger and lips,the soft line of his chin moving,the bright smile when he reached for a nugget, washing down his food with a sip of ice beer – it was unpolished, tender and familiar.
Jungkook wasn't pretending. He was being himself. He had a boyish appetite,a joy for food, enjoying the simplicity of his meal. No demands for fancy restaurants, extravagant dishes from Michelin chefs and expensive wine. Taehyung found that more enchanting than anything.
" You're staring again. Don't make it a habit,old man." He hummed between bites and Taehyung flinched.
" You're a messy eater,boy." He held his burger, taking the first bite as he hunched forward, elbows on his knees.
" I'm taking pleasure from my food." he strictly corrected him,going back to his eating, stuffing two more fries and a nugget in his mouth.
" You'll choke. Nobody's gonna steal your food."
The younger greedily swallowed his food, running his tongue over his lips." Force of habit. I got used to eating fast." He sank his teeth in the burger again, avoiding eye contact.
The man turned his head, staring at him."Meaning? They'd take away your food if you didn't eat quick enough?" It was meant to sound like a joke but the sudden sadness in his doe eyes, triggered him. He realised he knew nothing about the boy's life. Where he was from. How he grew up. Who were his parents? Where he went to school and later on university. If he ever had a serious affair or if he had fallen in love and got rejected.
His knowledge was restricted to Jungkook wanting to open a gym and to Jimin,his best friend. Other than that nothing. Taehyung never cared to get to know the person he was fucking. They were having fun and his partner was out the door in a jiff. However,he had a profound curiosity to learn about Jungkook's life.
He coughed to clear his throat, placing the burger on the plate and wiping his mouth with a napkin." So.. what's your story? You haven't told me anything about yourself,your family except that you want to open a gym." His tone was warm and casual.
Jungkook stood frozen. His breath caught halfway,eyes instantly darting on his food. The unexpected question and Taehyung's curiosity had hit a nerve and the boy had no intention of talking about it. The thought of revealing his dramatic life,the dreadful years at the orphanage,the pain and suffering he had endured was the last thing he needed. But mostly he resented the pity looks he got every time someone heard of his past.
He forced a smile,hands squeezing the burger, nearly crashing it to pieces and when he spoke,his voice came out tighter, quieter than usual." There's nothing worth sharing."
" Strange Jungkook. You've managed to make 'nothing ' sound intriguing." He provoked him further,just to get a reaction, although it was true. His response made him wanna know more about him.
" My life is ordinary,not exactly fit for conversation. It's not like yours."
" Mine?" He bitterly chuckled.
" Yeah.. growing up in wealth with a silver spoon in your mouth. Living in a mansion, servants waiting for you hand and foot. Driving expensive cars.It must have been fascinating."
Taehyung folded his legs, rubbing his palms on his thighs,his eyes dipped in sadness remembering the hardships he had to face growing up. The mockery he had to tolerate coming from a very poor family. The pity looks from his classmates, teachers,even strangers.People easily judged him, assuming he was surrounded by wealth all his life just because he enjoyed an extravagant way of living but it was far from the truth.
Obviously Jungkook was hiding something by avoiding a straightforward reply and throwing the ball in his court." Judging from your relactance…" he didn't get to finish his sentence as Jungkook cut him off.
" Can we drop the subject? This thing between us is merely a contrast deal. Don't feel you need to get to know me to fuck me. It won't change anything. I'm still yours for the next three years." He stuffed another bite in his mouth,as if chewing could keep it shut before saying something he'd regret. But the food tasted stale and bitter now.
Taehyung munched on his lower lip, slumping back on the couch, engrossed in perplexed thoughts. Insisting on talking about such a delicate subject could backfire and set the younger off. Yet, something deep inside him, impelled him to dig further..to know..to understand why he was so full of rage.
And just like that,out of the blue,the words slipped out of his mouth. Things he hadn't shared with anyone apart from his best friends.
" I grew up in the slums of Daegu. Seven people crammed in a two bedroom shack in a muddy,narrow street. My family was extremely poor. My father and mother did all sorts of jobs to make ends meet. We were raised mostly by our grandparents..me,my sister and brother. There were times when food wasn't enough and we went to sleep on an empty stomach. No heat to keep us warm on a winter's night.. scruffy clothes,torn shoes,no lunch to school."
He took a deep breath, harrowing memories of his past flooding his mind."The day I saw my seven-year-old sister eating someone's leftovers from the..trash..was the day I decided to become rich and powerful. To give them what they deserved..what they should have..a bright future with no worries and struggles. I fought like hell to get where I am today. Nothing was given to me because of my wealthy family or background. I've moved up the ladder of success all by myself and I was capable of providing them with a huge house,money,the best education and a hopeful future. I got into university on a scholarship,worked my ass off studying and graduated as a high-achieving student,doing four jobs to survive and send money back home." Taehyung turned his gaze towards Jungkook who was holding and pressing the burger in his fingers.
" Don't feel ashamed about your past Jungkook. It's what made you who you are. What shaped you to become you and fight for what you want. We all carry secrets and a dark past ,we don't wish to remember but it's ok to feel defendless and weak.. it's just human nature." As he unfolded his legs,his knee faintly brushed Jungkook's thigh but he stood there motionless.
" I don't feel guilty for enjoying my wealth, for living my life in luxury and lavishness. It's my right. I've earned it."
Jungkook still avoided looking at him. His eyes remained fixed on the burger in his jittery fingers. Guilt crept inside him, written all over his pale face. The harsh words he had thrown at him on more than one occasion,echoed in his mind like a broken record. The unsubstantial accusations,the scornful looks,the mockery..they came back to haunt him.
He dumped the burger on the plate, getting rid of the greasy dirt on his fingers on a napkin which he shred to pieces. He couldn't erase the cruel – almost vicious words. He couldn't take back the haughty looks giving the impression Taehyung was someone filthy and grubby. Someone who used his deep pockets to take advantage of people and lure them to bed. Someone used to getting his way and buying things or people with his fortune.
At that precise moment,he understood how much they had in common. Two people..two souls with horrendous pasts,too many scars and open wounds to heal.
Jungkook wanted to cry.
He wanted to weep and grieve for the past,the present and most likely the future.
He wanted to speak. To say something.. anything. To fix what he had broken in some way but the words were stuck in his throat and the silence between them – earsplitting and heavy.. Therefore,he remained frozen, gulped hard and hoped Taehyung wouldn't think of him as an asshole.
" I see.." Taehyung lisped,ready to stand up." I'll fetch us some cold beer." Jungkook's sudden grip halted him but quickly drew it back and the man drifted closer to him. His face appeared relaxed,filled with confidence yet inside he was practically shaking, afraid he was pushing him too hard.
The warm, reassuring touch on his hand,the light squeezing,forced Jungkook to slightly flinch and shift his head towards the man he had grown to hate for no particular reason in the past but now..he wasn't so sure.. right now he was questioning his life's choices. And Jungkook sucked at that too.
" It's alright. You didn't know. You couldn't have." Taehyung was stunned by his own words and reaction but noticing the pangs of guilt in his handsome face he actually felt guilty himself. He wanted to make him open up,not hurt him.
" I– I'm.. sorry..I didn't.." Jungkook's arrogance had vanished,his tone was more subtle and his lips were trembling.
Taehyung smiled fondly. It hurt to see him like that perhaps because Jungkook rarely showed his emotions.
The younger drew in a sharp, raw breath and looked straight into his eyes." I..I grew up in an orphanage in Busan. My so-called mother left me on the doorstep one night and vanished. I was barely two weeks old. No name. No identity. No sign of who I was. Just a date..September 1st..They named me after the founder of the orphanage..Jeon Jyunhun. Jungkook was chosen by the woman who found me crying." He felt Taehyung's soft hand squeezing his, trying to give him strength to continue.
" There was no love and affection from the staff. Only cruel words and heavy punishments. Second-hand clothes from the rich and powerful,small portions of food, barely filling our stomachs,fake, forcing smiles every time someone visited the property..I was what they call naughty. I hated rules and loathed authority and I often sneaked into the kitchen looking for food or beating someone up." He awkwardly laughed." That drove me straight into the cold, dark room under the stairs. You know..there was a tiny crack on the door, shedding a string of light inside..my only connection to the outside world." Memories were unbearable. They broke his heart. Made his stomach churn with that fear he thought he had left behind.
He detested small spaces and the solitude of the dark. There was always a light on in his bedroom to keep him calm and balanced.
"But I took it as a man. Didn't scream. Didn't shout. Didn't beg. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of hearing me cry.. I wouldn't let them see how scared I was. The harder the punishment,the harder I fought back,doing it again and again.."
Taehyung's heart clenched at the thought of Jungkook,a small boy,locked up in a cold place, feeling unloved, unwanted,scared and punished by the same people who were supposed to care for him. He couldn't begin to imagine how lonely he must have felt. That's why he was cleastophobic. That's why he acted so tough, hiding his emotions and weakness behind a cold face.
And that woman?
What kind of a mother abandons her baby in the hands of strangers?
What kind of people treat children so cruelly?
Punish them for wanting food?
Deny them of love?
He may have been poor but he had his loving family,his parents and grandparents,his siblings, showering him with tenderness and love. Jungkook was alone in this world, fighting monsters. " Jimin? That's where you met him?"
Jungkook nodded." His parents had died and his relatives refused to look after him so he ended up with me. My friend,my brother.. cleaning after my mess, defending me.. and sadly being punished as well."
" And Jin hyung? Who's he? You mentioned him before."
The younger smiled from ear to ear and the older saw his glossy eyes, sparkling with happiness." Jin and Namjoon hyung..They regularly came to the orphanage and brought us gifts and food and snacks. They weren't rich but they had their way. They adopted us a few years later. We were given a home,our own rooms, clothes and games,stuff we didn't have,got a higher education and a good future but above all we were given love and attention. A freedom to be ourselves. A freedom to make our own mistakes and learn from them." He placed his hand above Taehyung 's,running his thumb on the warm,velvet skin. He had grown to love the feeling of touching him. He no longer found it repulsive or an indication of weakness.
" Jin hyung can be overbearing, overprotective, nagging and rapping most of the time but we love him.. he's got Namjoon hyung to hold his leash which he often does.." he unconsciously bit his lower lip and Taehyung's heart flattered in his chest, generating a peculiar stirring in his stomach as he let out a sigh.
" Taehyung.. I'm sorry for talking ill about you." He gulped with extreme difficulty." For thinking you were using your status to take advantage of people. For..you know.. buying your way into their..bed. I'm sorry.."
Taehyung in a playful tone and teasing look,stooped over, humming against his ear." I bought you.."
Jungkook should have seen red. He should have been pissed and punched his face. He should have thrown his usual insults and given him a paid answer. He didn't. His cheeks flashed red and heartbeat increased to the point it crashed his temples." It might appear that way but in reality I gave myself to you. Not your money. To you.."
Jungkook's lips met the man's,a faint brushing of their breaths. No rush. No hunger. Softness and a tender ache of two souls. Taehyung's fingers cupped his cheek,thumb stroking his neck,his other hand tugged him closer, pinning him on his sculpted chest.
The younger's breath hitched,melting into the kiss, responding with the same warmth and passion,fingers instinctively curling on his collar as Taehyung tossed his head slightly, deepening the kiss ,not with force but with velvet insistence that made Jungkook's blood seeth under his pulse.
Lips grazing, retreating then meeting again,breaths mingling and coming out in soft uneven pulls,scents growing into something more sacred. Something that felt utterly different than before. More emotional with need,less physical and raw.
When they broke apart – only to catch their breaths and tame their erratic heartbeat – Jungkook fell into his arms, tightly hooking his arms around Taehyung 's neck,face nestled in his crook, entangled in a veil of harmonious dizziness and peculiar intimacy.
Yoongi's words and warnings washed over his mind..
Jungkook feared he had crossed the line that kept him safe..
He had breached the wall he had built around him..
Because Kim had discovered his Achille's heel..
The sole cacophony disturbing the moment was the repeated buzzing of his phone.
Aespa…