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9. French Kiss
One thing Taehyung absolutely hated more than anything else were the people Jungkook brought home late at night. He’d never speak up about it, because part of him knew very well that if he even attempted it wouldn’t end well for anyone in the wake of Jungkook. There was actually this pain involved with it, one he couldn’t exactly comprehend or understand because he never felt such a strong, burning unpleasant passion for someone for doing something absolutely harmful to him. Envy, was a very strong emotion, the definition actually laying out multiple reasons that all existed in Taehyung’s current emotions because he was just so angry. That’s the only way he could describe it...angry. Maybe even jealous.
envy /envē/; noun: a feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else's possessions, qualities, or luck.
Longing. To say Taehyung didn’t long for the affection he felt was lacking, the affection he saw with other people and had to constantly ignore, pretend he felt nothing because he really was supposed to be nothing but an object, a play thing, something that was optional to Jungkook if he needed someone around. These other people though, he chose them, he picked them to bring them to the estate, found interest in them. Taehyung on the other hand, came here on his own free will, was able to chose that he wanted to come. Jungkook didn’t pick him. Even so, all these little factors in mind, he wanted to be different, remembered...he didn’t want to just be someone who forced his way into Jungkook’s life. He wanted to be, to feel wanted.
All of this came over him, gave him this amount of courage he didn’t even know his little body could harbor when Jungkook came into the mix. Usually, he waits, waits for the younger to give him affection first...but this time, he’s bold. He lets all little past shivers of his skin be pushed aside for him to pull his owner closer. With a tight grip on Jungkook’s blazer, he has to stand on his tip-toes to be able to reach his pink lips, immediately connecting his own in a heated...needy kiss. This wasn’t right, he knew that much, and almost any second he was ready to be pushed away. The way Jungkook tasted though, the way his tongue could lathe over the other’s kept this addictive pleasure running through his veins.
He wanted this so badly, he wanted Jungkook...so badly.
