A Goodbye Gift?

                                    

                                          
If anyone would ask Taehyung for what he would trade every single relation, emotion, and little things he owned in his life? He would answer without hesitating for a single second say, 
The feeling of opening his eyes in Jungkook’s arms. 
Jungkook’s warm flesh against him gave him a sense of entering a new life. Even though he knew after a few hours or minutes he would be getting himself out of this illusion when his fiance would call or when he'll leave for work. But for now, feeling Jungkook all over himself dragged him towards Jungkook in a way that he never wanted to turn back.
That's what always happened. He didn't know when he became this greedy for him. He didn't realize when he started to have this huge urge to keep Jungkook to himself and never let him go. Keep his arms around him, keep his lips on his, keep his cock buried inside him and keep his eyes on him. Just him. 
The thought of Jungkook being with his fiance never hurt him like the way it was starting to hurt him now. The thought of him and his fiance standing there on the aisle holding hands and tieing the thread of marriage between them never felt like this. Never.
The thought of Jungkook saying vows of marriage to someone else never emptied him up from inside. Because, he knew Jungkook wasn't his to begin with. He was hers. He told him that he would never fall for him. He wasn't gay. 
Taehyung kept gaping at the silk curtains which followed the pace of air reaching from the window. Slowly, his eyeballs reached the corners of his eyes and he intertwined his fingers with Jungkook’s hand whose arm was under his head. 
Jungkook breaths tickled his neck, he could feel goosebumps rising over his nape. His other arm was coiled around his waist, flushing his back with Jungkook’s naked chest.
They both were naked. Getting out of the bathtub last night, they hadn't dare to exchange any word and had just fucked. Twice. 
Taehyung knew sex with Jungkook always felt good. But the intensity in Jungkook’s movements, his slow and deep thrust and their kisses was something which they never achieved during the last times they had sex. 
To begin with, it didn't feel like just having sex. It didn't feel like sex at all. It was something more than that. Something much more and calling that fusion of souls sex would be like calling diamond an unworthy stone. 
Making me fall for you.
Taehyung still hadn't stopped beating himself up mentally for saying that aloud. And, he was glad that Jungkook didn't reply. He couldn't even imagine what kind of reply was going to come from him. 
He knew Jungkook wouldn't say anything which could hurt him. He also wouldn't say anything which would add in his delusions, or wouldn't utter something that will help him come out of them. So, he was glad that he didn't rejoin and just kissed him.
He kissed him in a way that his tongue felt like sucking life out of his flesh. The movements of his jaw were so calculated and intense that Taehyung almost feared that Jungkook would end up sucking up his every breath and would leave him empty from inside. 
From that time, his hands refused to leave Taehyung’s body. His cock didn't leave Taehyung’s ass until it was satisfied by making Taehyung come twice in that night. Jungkook’s mouth clinged itself to Taehyung in a way that even in his sleep, Taehyung kept feeling his mouth lingering all over his body.
Taehyung had heard and had read about people worshipping others bodies. But, he didn't know how it even felt like. He didn't know if it really existed in this real dark world, and the selfish people here were able of worshipping something which belonged to someone else.