Jungkook's senpai ver. above :) enjoy!

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Taehyung's Perspective

"M-mom, what are you two doing here? Dad," Jungkook blurted, his eyes widening and his gaze is passing by me. My brows knitted at the names. Mom? Dad?

Jungkook lightly pushes me away, making a little gap between us. I turn around to look at where his gaze fixated. There, I saw a lady wearing her simple yet elegant outfit, eyes are glimmering in surprise. The man behind him I assume his father who's wearing a law suit and an eye glass also was startled to see us making out. Fuck! We're doomed!

"Jungkook, son," the lady who I think his mother breathed once she recovered from what she just witnessed. "I-I can't-- my God, Jungkook!" She exclaims, turning his back and walks towards nowhere.

Jungkook freaked out and immediately followed his mom. He accidentally bumped onto my shoulder but he just ignored it though it is just fine. It doesn't hurt compare to what I really feels inside.

Jungkook succeeds on thwarting his mom to leave, holding his mother's elbow, "Mom. What are you doing here?" Jungkook repeats his question. His mother just snickers in disappointment.

"I am the one who would ask a similar question on you, my son," she says in firm, ".. what are you two doing?" She queried. I felt a sudden fear and nervousness at her question. I knew that this will flow to a certain conflict. This story of Jungkook and I goes crazy and I think, it will go complicated until our story ends.

His mom shuffles her gaze at me, sending me chills and making me uneasy. The blaze on her eyes that is traveling through her gaze is enough for me to determine that she hates what she just witnessed. She hates to see her son making out with a male as well. She hates gays so she probably hates bisexuals too. She hates me.

I hang my head low, roaming my eyes at the ground in shame. "Who is he, Jungkook?" She inquires. I felt their presence chasing at me who can't even match my gaze on theirs. Fuck!

"He's Taehyung. My--"

"Your boyfriend?" I bit my bottom lip as she mentioned. We ain't boyfriends. That is the truth but how would we explain the scenery earlier? Why are we making out if we are not in a serious relationship? Just flinging? Flirting? Just having benefits? Because we are fuck buddies? Just taking advatage of the lust we have for each other? Damn! It's insane!

"Mom--"

"Damn! Jungkook, I didn't worked hard, feed you, raised you and gave you a better life to be gay! Are you still on your sane?" She yells, making Jungkook lightly flinch at her rage. I notice how his mother heaves heavy breaths. The pressure inside her must be really uncontrollable.

"I-I'm sorry, mom," Jungkook utters and glances at his father at the side who's stoically looking at his son and wife. "D-dad," Jungkook calls out, asking for his father's sympathy.

I gulped when his father stared at me for a little while, examining me for a moment. "I'm sorry Mr. Jeon," I apologized, lightly bowing at him. "M-Mrs. Jeon," I stuttered and also bowed at her.

"Taehyung," Jungkook mumbles but I just remain my head stooping. "Jungkook isn't at fault, Mrs. Jeon. I-I am so sorry--"

"You're gay," she retorted at my sentence, ".. you're gross," she added in firm. I gulped and tried my best not to tear. Her gaze is not just sharp but her words too, piercing me inside and adding the pain that is already placed in my heart. ".. and I don't want my son to be like you... Taehyung," my hands started to tremble and my eyes are hurting, feeling the warm and salty liquids brimming. I bit my bottom lip as hard as I could but it didn't help to stop my cry. The tears that are threatening to fall start welling.

"Fuck!" Jungkook breathed in a frail voice, seeing me crying. "Mom, Dad.. please," Jungkook begs. I felt someone's presense nearing me and as that person finally approached me, I knew it was Jungkook by his scent. He supported me to stand up properly and comfortably, stopping me from stooping my head for his parents. I matched my gaze at his. His eyes seem concerned. "..Taehyung, I am sorry," He mumbles, wiping the tears but I didn't reply.

"Let's talk, Jungkook. Alone," for the first time, I heard his father said- no- ordered. His voice sounds dominant and full of authority. I didn't expect that Jungkook's parents were like this. I mean, not different from other people. They are actually what I used to encounter before. People who're full of discrimination. Homophobes. I didn't thought that this thing will happen. Why didn't Jungkook tell me about his parents from an early time?

Jungkook let out a heavy sigh before finally letting go of his touch from me and chose to follow his parents. The three of them went out, leaving me alone. It isn't wierd anymore. I knew the pain already but this one is much more painful. Being discriminated. Being hatred at the matter that is not actually my fault. Is it a fault to love someone with same sex? It wasn't our fault. It is love's fault, doesn't it?

Love is at fault for choosing wrong person. For choosing someone who's really not the one for us. For choosing someone who will just hurt us some day. For choosing someone who will just leave us one day.

I bit my bottom lip as I just stared at their figures, trying their best to be calm as they talk. Damn! I feel like I am the reason why they are bickering now. It is my damn fault.

After several minutes, I noticed that Mr. Jeon and Mrs. Jeon walked on their way to leave, probably because their talk is enough and his parents have to cool down. I know that it is not that easy to fix in just one talk but I hope everything's will be fine someday.

Jungkook soon stepped in, greeting me with an apologetic look attached on his face. He approached me and asked, "Are you okay, Taehyung?" I then flash my smile and tap his shoulder.

"I don't want to lie on you, Jungkook," I answer and sit on the couch, letting out an exhausted sigh.

"I'm sorry for what happened, Tae. I swear, I also didn't expect that they'll visit me this day," I sheepishly laughed.

"I know. They probably want to surprise you but they're the one who're surprised," I cackled and leaned my back against the sofa, ".. did you tell them that it was just a joke? Instead of yelling them to stop and keep on saying sorry, you should've yell 'It's a prank!' So that they'll not get mad at you- at us like that," I joked, giggling but Jungkook ignored my humor. He just stared at me, examining my whole face.

The moment I just realize was him touching my face, scrutinizing every inch of my face, memorizing me as if this will be the last time he will see me. I am hurt at that thought. I know that someday, he will leave me soon. But I hope that that someday will not be now. Oh God, please. Not now, not tomorrow. Fuck! Just not ever!

"Jungkook," I muffled his name as his tears dropped from the brim of his eyes unconciously with a smile on his lips.

He answered me not through his words but by placing his lips onto mine, tasting me. I kissed him back. Our lips were in rythm, perfectly molding each other at the same eager and need. He painstakingly cups my face, tilting his head to access more for the harder kiss. I slightly open my mouth to give him access to put his tounge inside my cavern and I immediately feel his warm tounge exploring inside, playing with my own.

My hands robotically glide down to lift his shirt up and so he does. We are forced to separate from each other, a string of saliva connecting our wet mouths as we both lifted our shirts off and threw somewhere before reconnecting our lips together as if there's nothing happened.

I felt his hand playfully glides on my pants, unzipping it. "Kook," I held his hand on my pants, stopping him, ".. we have classes, right? We'll be late," I said but he just gave me a smile.

"I wouldn't attend my class for now, Tae. I want to spend the rest of my time with you," he pauses,".. and so are you?" I gave him a small smile and lightly nod my head in response. I caress his cheek and peck a kiss on his lips.

"This isn't the rest. That time isn't now, right? You wouldn't leave me, not at least now," I mumble. He smiles and nods, ".. so don't talk like it is the last time we will make out," I add which brings him smile and again kiss me.

He pulled down my pants and so my boxer and my underwear, not minding that we are at the couch. He gave my neck and collarbones kitten kisses until it reach my sensitivity. He looks up at me before teasingly kiss the tip of my dick's head, making me hitched a breath.

"Say please, my Taehyung," he whispers, hot breath fanning against my manhood.

"Fuck please, senpai," I pledged, "suck me and swallow my cum 'til the last drop. Please me, senpai," I implored in almost a whisper.

He gave my erected cock a kitten lick before slowly engulfing it like a piece of lollipop and swirled his tounge against the head, making me moan at the pleasuring sensation. His lips created a small smirk, hearing my moans of need.

"Ahh fuck. I feel so good," I moaned which made him cackle causing vibration that drives me fucking insane.

"Yeah ahh fuck. K-Kimochi," I gulped as he started to bob his head up an down, wetting my already soaked cock. His breath warming and his growls and choking sounds as he suck me that causes an insanely vibration turns me on. I started to thrust my hips, joining the rhythm of his job. I held his hair, biting my lip as I watch him suck me 'til he's choking, looking at me to see my reaction while pumping his own erection.

"Ha! Yes," I breathed and fasten my pace, thrusting inside his mouth, making Jungkook gaggle. "S-hit, Jungkook. I-I can't take it anymore," Jungkook growls even longer 'til I cum and shoot my orgasms in his throat. I breathed and sough, catching my breath.

H

e cleansed my explosion, licking my sensitivity and sucking it for the last time. He made a pop sound as he realeases my cock from his hot mouth. I smile at him when I notice how he swallowed my cum as if it is his favourite juice.

"You are so good as always, Kook," I muffle, smiling at him as he go upwards, reaching my face.

"I am not," he mumbles, warm breath fanning my chin and his soft lips barely touching mine. I coiled my arms on his waist gliding upwards his back, massaging his back muscles and hugging his manly body as he rains my neck a broken kisses, sucking and licking it, leaving pinkish and purplish kiss marks.

"I love you, Jungkook," I whisper on his ear, barely kissing his ear lobe.

"Tae--" he has something to say but was interrupted as we heard a phone chiming. His kisses stopped and I looked for my phone when I recognized that the ringtone was mine.

I slid off my phone from my pants that lies on the ground and immediately creases my forehead as an unregistered number plastered on the screen. Curious, I answered the phone call. A loud cacophony from the background greeted me.

"Is this Mr. Kim Taehyung?" My forehead knitted as the unknown voice from the other line calls me by my name. "Y-yes. Why? Who is this?" I inquired, glancing back at Jungkook whose brows also connecting, wondering who I am talking to.

"I am sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Kim. Mr. Kim Jun-myeon is currently at emergency. The car he's driving crashed onto another vehicle. His pulse and breathing is unstable and in critical condition as well," the curiosity I was feeling earlier was replaced by startlement and fright, hearing a not so good news. My lips quivered and my limbs seems weaken as I heard what happened to Suho, my ex, my past.

"Shit! W-Where hospital is he?" I immediately queried. My heart is pounding in brisk. I bit my lip inside anxiously. Fuck! Why do all this happening at the same time?

'Fuck! Suho.. oh God, please.'

TO BE CONTINUED...

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