(As mentioned in author's note...each and every chapter of this book has some mature themes, so kindly get out of here if you feel uncomfortable <3)

KIM TAEHYUNG;

"Ugh—" the male groaned as soon as he plunged his back into the soft mattress of the bed. The sweaty bangs hugged his forehead, and beads of sweat already spread across the square of his face. Moisture soaked his white formal shirt as if he had got a good jog lately.

Kim Taehyung, a handsome name for a dashing man like him suits this person well. A pilot by profession, Taehyung caught himself strained from his job. Flying for some major airlines can be as boring as a job as can be. After completing his satiated planner, the tired male went straight to his bed just to calm his muscles down.

He spread his arms on the mattress and breathed heavily. The heavy breaths escaping his mouth let him release some sort of occupancy from his spent body. The man flattered his eyelashes tiredly and proceeded to stare at the tall ceiling for the next few minutes.

His Adam's apple throbbed up and down with each gulp. Silence engraved the walls of his house, as he kept his gaze high and lowered his hands down to his clothed dick.

"Fuck," he sucked a sharp inhale as he drew his fingers closer to his junior. Within a second, Taehyung felt the zipper losing its grip and found his boxers tightening around. A low moan left his mouth as he released his desperate and impressive cock out of that small cage.

"Shit."

Strings of curses left through his lips. The more he strokes that throbbing shaft, the more he brings himself near to climax. Various times, he had found himself pleasuring. However, he'd been unable to get bored with masturbating.

After a long while, Taehyung approached and let out a deep growl before pulling away. He didn't bother to clean up. How dishevelled he was at the moment! Perhaps, a beautiful mess.

After a good amount of 30 minutes, he stepped into his bathroom and let himself be surrounded by the warm water falling on his spent body.

Taehyung laid his arms against the wall and closed his eyes to feel the gentle sensation of water. The shower allowed him to release the unavoidable pressure and stress from his tensed shoulder.

He let the water engulf his worry and agony, to draw out all those unnecessary anxiety engaging him in several thoughts.

"This...I have been missing this for so long," he whispered in that tranquillity environment.

Soon, the sound of water dripping out of the shower halted, putting an end to his cluster of anthesis as well. He circulated the faucet tightly to cease a few of the leftover water dripping out of it. Several droplets of water visualized similar transparent liquid diamonds that had been splashed across his bronzed body.

Therefore, right after closing it, he grabbed the towel placed on the stand. The fabric softness halted Taehyung's fingertip disclosing him in a different level of eloped—

Taehyung's ethereal face was all-round handsome and marked a very unique hallmark. It was all in his fierce eyes, which grabbed everyone's attention. They screamed power, strong, ethereal and poured dominance through his vision.

As soon as he exited out of his bathroom, a notification sound echoed in that silent room.

Aware of the thing, the man dried his wet hair with a hair dryer placed on the table. The reflection he saw of himself in the mirror disappointed him a lot. Those dark circles and a few unnoticed blackheads raised a deep concern.

"Wow, you have been working hard, Taehyung...just look at the pathetic state of yourself," He said to himself and stroked the tiring muscles of his cheeks.

Another notification sound made its presence, taking all of his attention. He strangled the device in his palm as he read the schedule. "I am sick of the schedules. They keep on coming now and then. I am a human, not a robot, for God's sake!"

The message followed his tomorrow's flight planner, about how he would be going to fly from 7 am till midnight of the day.

Taehyung caressed his temple and got a plain t-shirt out of the cliff, that loosened around his hips. A grey pair of lowers went well with the upper peice of cloth.

While taking halted steps towards the refrigerator, his mind wandered around the memories he used to have had with his friends.

A smile craved his face as he created a mental image of his childhood. That kind of happiness is not present in his regular life.

The moment he opened the refrigerator door, a cold wave passed by his side, entangling him in an unfriendly and glacial hug. He shivered and gritted his teeth. As he opened the freezer, more significant waves effluented outside. However, his eyes went off a tangent for one material.

'Kimchi', which he saved this morning purposely just to consume after a long, helpless day.

Extracting the bar, he closed the door with his leg and plonked his ass on the chair next to him.

The spicy taste of the food pixilated his eyes and forced him to take a gallon of water. The cold water passing through his food pipe and taste buds relaxed his tensed body somehow.
"For fuck sake, can't I have this any better?"

The rest of the food went as he drank a quarter of a glass filled with water after every small bite. Throwing the waste plastic onto the dustbin, Taehyung forwarded his steps only to lay down on the bed restlessly. "God, when will I get some rest?"

He traced his fingers on his lower stomach and left a burp indicating how full his stomach is. He reached his arms towards the dressing counter, still resting his body all alone on the bed. Taehyung tapped his phone lazily, bringing it closer to his face.

"Damn! I just got—here it is."

With a firm grip, he held the phone closer to his body and unclutched the device while positioning its upper part parallel to the rest of the part. A Samsung flip phone. How amazing and gorgeous it looks under the dim lightning.

After scrolling down through YouTube, his fingers reached out for one particular app, which has been so addictive to him.
Wattpad.

Yes, Kim Taehyung is also a side-by-writer who wrote some gay fantasies to showcase his writing talent and attempted to implement his amazing writing skills on this platform.

However, despite him being a passionate writer, there was no such type of recognition for his books. The pathetic thing was that publications having some random smut scenes are way more famous than the actual deserving ones.

"As usual, not much of the notifications, except some vote for vote," he spitted the words occupied with poison and scoffed bitterly. Taehyung viewed the bell icon and brushed his thumb over the messages. These days wattpad was only about some strange follow, vote or spamming here and then.

The scarcity of Genuine readers was felt by every one of them.
A restless sigh was followed by his resonating voice in the midst of that silent room, "Anyways, I gotta spread it. I am no less than them."

His thumb pad hung low on the random accounts, where Taehyung perceived readers and tended to message them privately in the chat section. Though aware of the fact that there would be only a fake reassuring message by them, he went ahead to proceeded with his self-promotion.

Hence again, a sigh escaped as he felt droziness engulfing him in a deep slumber. However, gazing at one last account for today, Taehyung goosebumps peppered his skin and eyes wide open when he scanned the details of that person's account, particularly his bio.

Taehyung narrowed his eyes as he read the details. He was dumbstruck, and his jaw hung low as ever. The implications on this person's account were way more confidential and brave enough to publish. However, this is one of the online platforms, so who cares?

A few minutes passed, yet Taehyung declined to sleep. Now, he was much engrossed in this Jk's account as he scrolled down more of his message board conversations.

To his surprise, the owner didn't reply to the message of any of those self-promotions. Rather the male found this person to be scarce of messages and attention.

"Should I request him? What if, he ignored me just like others?" His question was laced with a hint of confusion. His thumb hovered over the keyboard, veleveted with pure dilemma and uncertainty.

Out of indecision, Taehyung dropped the phone on his chest and stared at the ceiling right away. His eyes wandered around to gain the answers to his question.

"Why are you caring so much? Just do it for the last time. There's a chance he may reply," and that chain of anthesis fragmented when he once again captured his device only to message that particular person privately.

As usual, he doubled the copied message and went ahead to click the arrow button provided on the very right corner of the screen.

Taehyung held the crucifix of his necklace and tossed it between his fingers whilst checking out the reading list of this account. It was all occupied with BL stories, which had some significant and impressive creativity. "So he is really into books, alright."

Soon he lowered his body and rested his head on the headboard, too exhausted to hold himself up.
Before he knew it, drowsiness overcame him.

The golden rays of the sun give a bright colour to the clouds and meadows, mountains and valleys. The sunrise marks the journey of the sun in the sky. The curtain danced hence and forth, and sunlight embraced its presence throughout the room. Including, they fell on Taehyung's sober face, striking his deep sleep in the process.

Beside the lamp, an alarm-striking sound echoed in the room, creating a nuisance sound for the male.

He groaned against his pillow only to mumble, "A few more minutes."

Unfortunately, it didn't seem to stop the device. Taehyng raised his hand in annoyance and slammed its top surface.
"Fucking shit!" the annoyed male exclaimed.

As he fluttered his eyes open, the time on the screen came into his view. His eyes widened when he processed the timing. Hurriedly, he extracted himself from the comfort mattress and once more, he glanced at the time. "Fucking shit..I am late again!"

Taehyung ran towards his bathroom whilst stripping himself on the way. Throughout the movement, he cursed under his breath for being this lazy and irresponsible. "It's almost quarter to 7; flight is at 7:30. Oh god!"

The white formal shirt hugged his narrow waist from the side, embracing his figure in its smooth fabric. One of the black ties that was earlier designing the corset now snaked around his collar, emphasizing his formals in a great delicacy.

Those yellow epaulettes stood against his shoulder, marking his ranking as a captain in that prosperous profession. An ironed and preserved black coat enwrapped along his arms that almost touched his thighs.

"Yes, yes, I am arriving, just a moment," Taehyung spoke and maintained the phone between his cheek and shoulder as he spoke to the cab driver, ensuring he could multitask effectively. He fumbled on his place while thrusting his feet on the black leather shoes that shone under the warm sunlight.

Nevertheless, Taehyung makes sure to cover the rack before dodging the door knob harshly.

One of the best things he praised about his airlines was to provide the cabs to get him through his house. It saved a lot of travelling money.

Unlocking the door, Taehyung shifted his belongings to a side and plunged his ass on the delicate back seat. With a harsh breath, his shoulder relaxed. The next moment, he clutched his phone in his palm while gazing through the direct messages area.

Disappointment carved his features, as he didn't get any kind of genuine response from any of the accounts.

However, somewhere, his heart clenched more at no response from the 'JK' account. This concerned him more, the male subsided his thoughts out of his mind and dared himself, "Why are you bothered? His account says it all; it should not concern you anyhow."

Whispering to himself, Taehyung switched off his phone just to not let the driver get any suspect of him.

The view outside caged his mind in the galaxy of insecurities. People in a relationship embrace and kiss each other very much. They all were distant away from the heavy clouds of judgements and indecisive looks.

Looking away, he observed the broken screen of his device, which was markedly similar to the creases of his life as well. A sad smile playing on his lips says it all. The line which he always repeats in his mind again arrived as a question to which he couldn't find an answer till now.

"Why does society have to question our every choice? My pain is caused not because I am gay. My pain is caused by how will I be treated because I am gay."

[24 hours before Jeon Jeongguk gets kissed]

(a/n :- Heyy? How are you all? This is the very first chapter of
❝FAR AWAY; Tk❞....enjoy and, please don't plagiarize my work!)