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Taehyung's POV.

My breath is baited as I turn the doorknob with increasing fear.

I am not sure what to expect beyond the smooth wood of the mahogany door.

I push the door with the tips of my fingers, a quiet hiss emitting from it from the simple action.

"Jungkook?"

There is silence and I am confused wether to feel relieved or disappointed.

I step into the small apartment, a tired sigh falling from my lips.

Suddenly I hear the sound of glass shattering.

My skin pricks up in fear, and I find myself shaking from the sound.

I slowly make my way to the direction of the sound, which had been the kitchen. Has someone broken in? I am not sure if I had locked the kitchen windows.

Panic tugs at my stomach, and I can feel my hands begin to become clammy.

My hand shakes as I grasp the blue vase nearby, wielding in what I hope is a threatening way before me,"Who's there?! I'm warning you, I'm armed!"

Their is silence before a high, throaty chuckle can be heard and I can hear a chair scrapping against the floor before a loud thumb and cursing.

I take the opportunity of the offender who has probably fallen to the ground and lunge into the room, vase held high.

"Taehyung."

My eyes widen in understanding as I place the bar shakily on the table watching the 'intruder's' every move.

I notice a sudden change in the air. A lustful one.

I gulp, stepping away as he rises to his feet. The way he says my name is almost taunting, seductive even.

It is Jungkook who I had thought had broken into the kitchen.

I spot shards of broken glass on the floor. There are bottles strewn across the table, each uncorked with little alcohol left in them.

Jungkook had been drinking.

I had never first hand experience a drunk Jungkook. However, I had received phone calls from him and  they had been full of dirty whispers that had left me thoroughly shocked and embarrassed for the rest of the day.

He takes a few steps forwards while I retract further away, afraid of how he would react. Memories of the previous night loiter mindlessly at the front of my mind.

"Taehyung."he murmurs, his eyes travelling down my body.

I shiver under his gaze. It is as if he is undressing me with his eyes.

I don't reply, pressing myself against the wall as I stare deeply into his eyes. I am once again lost in the intricate textures of his brown orbs, unable to tear my attention from them.

Before I know it he has taken long strides towards me, until our chests and noses are touching.

My heart is racing in excitement for being so close to the love of my life in so long.

But did he feel the same way? Did he really love me
like how I loved him? Or was I simply a game for him?

His eyes bore into mine, full of an unknown emotion. My breathing is heavy as he leans closer, lips just centimetres from my neck.

"Where were you?"he murmured against my neck, his lips brushing softly against my skin.

I shudder from the simply contact, a rush of excitement in my veins as I try and work out a sentence,"Jimin's."

The effect is almost immediate.

Jungkook lets out a low growl, pressing his lower half roughly against mine as he gravitated his hips, latching his lips onto my neck. I gasped as he begins to leave lewd kisses on my neck, sucking and biting until I knew marks would be left.

"Don't you understand?"he snarls, slamming his hips against mine as he grinds,"You're mine."

At the moment I don't care what he is saying other than the pleasurable feeling against my neck and lower half. I am a mess of moans underneath him, at his absolute command.

"Jungkook-ah!"

His lips curl against my neck,"That's right, I'll having you screaming my name."

I nod feebly, tilting my head to the side to give him greater access, eager to feel the sensation of his mouth.

He continues to leave open mouthed kisses on the base of my neck, as I moan helplessly under him.

It is while he is doing this do I suddenly notice his hand creeping up my shirt, skimming over my skin.

"God."he groans, pressing his mouth against mine collarbone as he bites seductively,"I forgot how soft your skin is."

His longer fingers fly over my stomach, gentling pressing down until I am left begging for his touch.

I try to smother my moans, biting down hesitantly on my bottom lip.

"Let me hear those beautiful sounds."

I blush but obey, letting out a shy moan of pleasure. He smirks, grinning his hips harder until I am hitting down his shoulder, begging for him.

"J-Jungkook."I stutter,"Please."

"Soon baby."

I let out a whimper of disappointment, fisting the front of his shirt as I try and draw him closer.

A strangled yelp leaves my lips as the pads of his fingers rub the tips of my pink buds.

"Jung-kook! Oh!"

He chuckles, twisting them lightly as I grip his shoulder for support, my knees shaking,"You're pretty sensitive here aren't you baby?"

"Mhmm, ah! Jungkook, please."

He continues to play with my nipples, caressing and pulling as I moan, leaning against his broad chest as I try and breathe probably, cheeks flushed.

His fingers now drop to the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it above my head, all the time remaining eye contact. 

My breathing is shallow and heavy as his eyes wash over my bare chest. His words of hate ring through my mind and I cower back, my hands slowly covering my body.

At the moment I don't care if we end up in bed, tangled in the sheets, naked because to me it was his way of showcasing his love for me. It was the last hope I had left that maybe, maybe he did love me.

He's drunk.

I sigh internally at my own thoughts. There was a chance however that his drunk self were really his deep, inner thoughts.

It's pathetic really. To still yearn for a person who probably doesn't return your feelings.

Deep down I know that whatever we are doing right now is for his pleasure. He is using my body. But I don't care. I don't care that by tomorrow he will be back to his cold, distant self.

I just want him. I want him to kiss me, a lustful kiss even. I want him to love him.

Through physical pleasure even.

Our eyes are locked as he presses his lips against my perked nipples.

"Oh!"

His lips curl against my skin as he bites down gently, causing me to emit a surprised yelp. My hands are tangled in his hair, tugging and rubbing.

With his lips still latched firmly around my left nipple, he uses his hand to twist the other. I am a mess of moans under him, as he bends me to his will.

"Jungkook please...I can't."

But he doesn't listen, continuing to pepper sloppy kisses over my chest and stomach, never once breaking eye contact.

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