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The small boy ran, gasping for breath. His heart thumped wildly in his chest. The cold air crashed on his face and exposed skin making the small boy shiver. All around him was thick black darkness. His shoe-clad feet hit the stony gravel with every hurried step he took.

Fear stricken, he ran and ran and ran, as fast as his small legs could take him, aimlessly, from whatever that was chasing him. He looked back from time to time, to catch a glimpse of the force that was chasing him but no avail. He was met with plain darkness. But he knew. He could feel it. The thing chasing him was nearing him. Maybe it was the darkness itself. He had no escape. So he kept running, not wanting to be a victim of the darkness.

He fell. His hands coming in contact with the gravel, bruising his small, soft hands. A cry threatened to escape his throat. Tears threatened to spill. But he can't let his weaknesses get to him. He tried to stand up but he found himself unable to. Sharp pain shot up his leg as he forced himself to stand up.

Tears made their way down his face, him having no enough strength to defy them.

He was alone and so lonely. When would the sun rise again?

A blinding light appeared in front of the small boy. He looked up, eyes narrowed, trying to block the light. In the middle of the light stood another boy. No. A man.

He was tall. His figure looked familiar. He started making his way towards the small boy on the ground.

The man's soft gold locks swayed slightly in the cold breeze. He was approaching the boy in the ground, who stared at him with big doe eyes. The man smiled, a warm boxy smile that seemed to warm up the air around the small boy. The man had his hands out-stretched.

The man took another step towards the small boy. But the ground beneath him opened up. Flames of hell fire blossomed around the man, burning him up. His mouth agape in a silent scream as his clothes caught up on the fire. He was burning.

The small boy watched in horror. He was unable to save the man, the person who had come to help him. The boy screamed and screamed. But the flames continued devouring the man, malicious; unforgiving.

A sad melody was playing around him. Someone's delicate hands playing with the keys of a piano. Amidst all the pain and anguish; music that would bring someone to tears. It only made the small boy cry louder. He watched the horrible scene unwinding in front of him, small, vulnerable.

As the man screamed silently; agony silenced by the roaring flames surrounding him, the small boy couldn't help but think the reason for the man's agony is only him. That he's the one responsible for the now burning man. That he should've helped him but he's just not strong enough to. So the small boy sobbed; loud and repentant and-

Jeongguk woke up with a jolt. He was covered in sweat and he was breathless. He tried to calm himself down, reminding him that it was only a nightmare.

After he controlled his heartbeat, he looked around him. He was on a bed. But wasn't his own. His background was drowned in darkness except for the faint moonlight that floated through the window. It casted a silvery glow on everything around him. Then he figured he was alone in the room.

Happenings of the previous night flooded back to him. He was in Taehyung's room. And he was alone. Where was Taehyung?

It was in that moment he noted it. A soft melody being played somewhere. Soft but sad; agonizing. The same music from his dream.

Jeongguk hopped off the bed and found out his phone was on the nightstand. Taehyung must have placed it there. It was 3.30 a.m.

He wrapped the bed sheets around his body and slowly made his way towards the source of music. Careful footsteps through corridors and staircases led him to a part of the house that he had never seen before. In the middle of the vast space was a sleek black grand piano. Taehyung sat on the piano stool. His long delicate fingers teased the keys and produced a beautiful yet forlorn melody. Hearing it made Jeongguk sorrowful for no apparent reason.

A cigarette dangled loosely on Taehyung's lips as he played. Jeongguk listened from the entrance to the hall. The faint smell of poisonous smoke filled the younger boy's senses and he found it almost addictive.

One of the walls of the place was entirely made out of glass and it overlooked the garden. The soft moonlight lit up the piano and the pianist. Otherwise, the space was drowned in darkness.

Taehyung's blond locks glowed silver in the moonlight. He looked ethereal, ignited by mellow moonlight, bright enough to illuminate his soft but defined muscled naked torso. Everything around him looked so dull, basked in darkness, but he was illuminated by the soft rays of moon. It looked like a spotlight from heavens, only lighting him up. Lighting up the creature crafted by the heavens itself.

His fingers kept having an intimate conversation with the keys of the piano. Even though it was still dark and that Jeongguk couldn't make out Taehyung's expressions but he looked unfocused; lost in thought. So he didn't see it when Jeongguk look slow steps towards the moon-lit man.

Jeongguk stopped beside the piano. It was only then Taehyung noticed the other boy. His fingers stopped teasing the keyboard and they were drowned in darkness and silence, a miserable combination.

"It sounds so sad" Jeongguk's small voice cracked the deafening silence.

Taehyung observed the boy in front of him. He took a long drag off the white stick and placed it on the ashtray that was on the piano. He blew out the smoke in Jeongguk's direction, all the while staring intensely at Jeongguk.

Jeongguk inhaled it, the smell of poisonous nicotine almost numbing his senses due to the unfamiliarity of it. Taehyung gestured Jeongguk towards him. When Jeongguk stepped near him, Taehyung yanked the boy towards him, the bed sheet pooling at his feet. The next moment, the younger boy was straddling Taehyung's sweatpants-clad hips.

Taehyung admired the beautiful boy whose face was inches away from his. He too was now under the heaven's spotlight. His dark onyx orbs glowed in curiosity as they stared back at Taehyung's. His eyes shone, a myriad galaxies trapped inside those dark orbs. If The Night Sky saw all the stars inside Jeongguk's eyes, she'd surely be jealous. His face looked puffy and swollen from sleep. But he looked angelic and adorable nevertheless.

"Angel" Taehyung whispered, his long hand caressing the smaller boy's cheek.

Strange Jeongguk thought. Coming from the man who actually looked like an angel to the person who looked nothing like one.

"Couldn't sleep?" Taehyung whispered again.

"Nightmares" Jeongguk whispered back.

"Oh Doll" Taehyung said, his eyes never leaving Jeongguk's.

Jeongguk blushed. Taehyung had been calling Jeongguk many nick names recently. Baby, sweetie, Sugar, Angel, Doll... He tried not to enjoy it. But sooner found it impossible to, for Jeongguk absolutely loved it. It made him feel things. It's just no one had ever called him those. Jeongguk was glad of the darkness, or Taehyung would notice the blush creeping up his cheeks, heating them.

Taehyung's lips met Jeongguk's. Jeongguk closed his eyes and sighed. The kiss wasn't too soft. Nor too rough. It was perfect. Jeongguk's hands found their destined place on Taehyung body; his neck and Taehyung's found theirs; Jeongguk's hips.

Taehyung's lips moved softly against Jeongguk's and adding a little pressure, he sucked softly on Jeongguk's lower lip. But Jeongguk got greedy. He pressed his tongue against Taehyung's lips and the other boy opened his mouth to give Jeongguk access. Jeongguk pushed his tongue onto Taehyung's mouth and softly started massaging the older's tongue.

Taehyung tasted like strawberries and cigarettes. An addictive combination. Jeongguk wanted to taste him forever.

Taehyung aligned his head to the side and deepened their kiss. Jeongguk's fingers tucked at Taehyung's hair as they sucked on each other's mouths.

Jeongguk gasped as he felt Taehyung's hands on his ass, groping his cheeks. His hands soon slipped past the waistband of his boxers and squeezed the soft flesh making Jeongguk whimper into the other man's mouth. Jeongguk lifted himself up, breaking the kiss for a moment to let Taehyung take off his underwear. Taehyung threw it somewhere and continued to grope Jeongguk's ass.

Jeongguk was hard against his stomach and he could feel Taehyung's arousal under his sweatpants, poking him on the butt.

Jeongguk started grinding his ass on Taehyung's boner. It had Taehyung groaning into Jeongguk's mouth.

Before Jeongguk could continue, he felt himself being lifted up. He instantly wrapped his legs around Taehyung's waist as he was being carried.

Jeongguk found himself thrown onto Taehyung's bed, the soft cushion dipping as Taehyung hovered over him.

He closed his eyes, as every feathery touch of Taehyung's fingertips ignited electrical sparks on his skin every time they made contact. He let Taehyung's mouth and tongue work miracles on his body. Because he trusted Taehyung. He trusted Taehyung with his body. So he let him have his way. He let himself be pleasured to supremacy. He let Taehyung lead him through another euphoria. He let Taehyung find pleasure inside him. He trusted him to lead Jeongguk through him climax.

And in the end, he let Taehyung take care of him. Then he let himself be cuddled to sleep, surrounded by the warmth of the man who he knew to be his enemy.

He felt loved. As if it were his lover that was spooning him at that moment. He wanted to feel this every night. To feel like he was being loved. No matter how unreal the thought was from reality. He cherished it. He wanted it to last a life time.

He didn't want to close his eyes, too afraid that everything happened would've had vanished when he wakes up. Too afraid that Taehyung wouldn't be beside him.

But exhaustion proved the need of sleep and he was soon slipped into a peaceful slumber.

He didn't dream of a doe-eyed boy and a man in flames again that night. Instead, he saw flowers in a meadow, butterflies, caterpillars, a boy with golden hair and a smile that could light up a world, and a friendship that could've lasted a lifetime.

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Taekook the first time they fucked:

Tae: Bro I had a dream we fucked

JK: Bro it's just a dream

Tae: Gay. I wouldn't fuck you

Jk: *sad eyes* You wouldn't?

Tae: I mean unless you want to...

Ok I'll stop.

Anyways I loved this chapter! In case no one had already told you...

Bye

Love,
Sara💓