❝The tiger never digs a hole in the ground; he waits for the bunny to come up, and then he attacks. Do you understand?❞
Jeon Jungkook, a man most praised by angels, falls for a guy to get his heart stampede one more time.
Or, a criminal mastermind w...
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"I WANTED TO SEE YOU."
A lie is a floating, unperturbed say, bound to break the hearer's trust. However, the words left by Kim Taehyung were comforting: Jungkook identified them as honest. There may be a thread of hope he can befriend the older, perhaps as something more. The long driven breaths and unsettling quietness provided Jungkook the time to get dazzled by Taehyung's sedating, darling presence. In those three heartbeats, the frost lining Jungkook's began to crack, peeling off, while he gazed at the other.
The ghoulish shadow and intense cold allowed Jungkook to creep his arms around the Taehyung's taut waist, claiming the territory. He lifted an innocent shoulder, explaining to the curve of Taehyung's ear: "It's freezing in here."
Wordlessly, Taehyung wrapped his long fingers over Jungkook's marble bicep, sliding them down to grab hold of the younger's icy hand. He walked him out of the freezer, silence gripping him tight, to end up as them standing in an isolated corridor of, not a slaughterhouse, but somewhere less bloody. Hopefully. Jungkook's face contracted in a deep scowl, twisting himself to capture the words written across the door they exited through.
Morgue, it read.
Jungkook's stance shifted, his vigor dissipating to offer place to scepticism, doubt. His dark orbs dodged around the hallway to list his deduction: The floor was polished, sparkling clean, walls painted a dull hue of orange, making the environment purposefully uninviting.
A painting worth thousands of dollar rested dusty against the several metal cabinets slid against the wall, a dull smell of alcohol covering Jungkook's sharp nose.
A strong sense of déjà vu hit him, making him blink twice. He spun to gape at Taehyung, whose expression remain forlorn, "I'm at the Purple Bar, am I not?" Now, a corner of the other's lips lifted, who replies with hidden enthusiasm, dropping his stiff persona.
Taehyung indulged, expressing, "Two floor up and four months back, you under me in your unveiled glory." An aura of sensuality tugging on the other edge of his mouth. "Oh, how vividly I remember."
A twinkle appeared in Jungkook's eyes, a smile sitting sadly on his pretty face.
He swallowed the bitter tone, pushing his memories of Taehyung's worst side, to voice out his heart in a grainy tone, "I felt so unlucky, as people have always deserted my side, felt unlucky to know how ironically unfortunate I was, never ought to be loved back. It's most painful to be disregarded when all you ever do is love."
He inhaled deeply, grabbing Taehyung's warm neck to shorted the dangerous distance between their lips. "Show me, Taehyung," he mumbles tenderly, eyes locked on the other, "Show me otherwise."
"I'll show you," he whispered back, before capturing the lips he craved.
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character development eheh what d'yathink tae will do? let me know what u think,
okie have a gr8, awesomeday! also like btsat colbert eyem-
