CIGS & TATTS | KOOKV

Ch 28. Driven

Jungkook didn't feel like going to the next class, his hands itching to go lit a cigarette between them. But knowing he had to have full attendance this week made a low groan almost leave his lips as they walked down the hallway

His gaze settled between the pen in his hand, that corrupted his fingers as he kept clicking the end of it, traced into an habit.

"Why do you always carry around a pen all of a sudden nowadays"

Hoseok started, his eyes rested on the pen in the dark haired's hand that he seemed to not forget anywhere he's going.

But Jungkook didn't answer him, continuing with the clicking filling the crowded air of the hallway.

Maybe it was because Taehyung may need one sometimes

"Hey, isn't that Taehyung"

Hoseok told out after he halted a bit on his steps, Jungkooks eyes instantly leaving the pen. And unaware a small tug catches his lips at the mention of the boy

But it soon fell into his hardened features once his sharp gaze caught sight of Taehyung. And he was standing with someone else on the end of the lockers. And his eyes tensed further, along with his gripped fists when his sight traveled down to what Taehyung was wearing

"Jimin was looking for him earlie— that guy never let me finish my sentences"

Hoseok muttered once Jungkook stormed towards the blonde before he could be able to let his own words reach his ears. Even so, Jungkook couldn't hear anyone right now, as his scowling state didn't seem to waste any other thought than unaware of his own state.

And Taehyung didn't have the time to process - react to any surroundings or the sight of Jungkook coming behind him as he took a hold of his wrist, the tight grip around it taking him off guard - dragged away from his classmate

A hint of confusion surged upwards his face as he didn't know what to be reacting - if it was to be feeling excited to see Jungkook or not understanding why he was being pulled away by the hardened grip on his skin.

But before his thoughts could process to be driven any further, he caught himself being pulled into the nearest storage room in the school, dimming lights and cramped space surrounding his body. That body gently - suddenly met the cramping wall

And his widened eyes met Jungkook's dark one's.

"Don't wear this again"

Jungkook lowered out slowly, his eyes leaving his unbearably confused one's. To slowly travel down his body, his delicate skin so transparent through the unfamiliar shirt.

And he couldn't bear the single thought of that other's had seen Taehyung like this

His grip on his wrists tightened, and Taehyung didn't find himself able to answer. Even if he wanted to - but his wirsts were trapped in the rough grip of Jungkooks. And he did surprisingly not able to find words any longer when Jungkooks gaze met his again.

Feeling so close in the cramped space as his mouth slightly parted - still not understanding what Jungkook meant by that

And his body can't catch enough wind to squeeze a word out. A resorting breath left his mouth when Jungkook face slowly came closer. Ghosting breath over his own

"I don't like sharing Taehyung"

Jungkook started

"Especially what's mine"

Jungkooks tone was so close, but so low against the breath of his lips. And for a second he thought they would bring themselves upon his own. Along with his words crippling by the back of his causing mind.

But instead Jungkook head lowered down to his neck, and before he could process he felt Jungkooks lips against his neck

And Taehyung heart beat violently, and all air in his lungs feel knocked out when he felt the other's warm tongue against his own skin, pressuring of his rough touch as Taehyung flutter his eyes shut instinctively. Squeezed tight

And even if he tried to move, to understand. He couldn't when Jungkooks grip on his wrist traced up, lacing their fingers together as he pinned them to the wall. Lips only sinking further against his neck. The sensation so tingling against the heat

A small heaved sound Taehyung didn't know he could make left his lips, and braces himself from the warming covers in his cheeks as his heart hammered against his ribcage.

His body is fatigued to the ground as the only warmness he could sense was the one against his exposing neck. Tongue deepening warm against it.

All the nerves in his mind still running when Jungkook gradually pulled away, his sharp gaze resting on his neck a while longer before they meet his own along with his hot breath.

Taehyung not seeing the mark tracing his neck

Jungkook couldn't stop himself, the only bothering thought of wanting the one's who had already seen Taehyung in this revealed shirt to know that they shouldn't dare to falter to think they are able to touch him.

"If you don't have clothes to wear don't borrow them from someone else, just wear mine"

Jungkook almost muttered out, bitterness lingered in his words as he slowly backed away. Taehyung still as flustered and still as dizzy from the way he couldn't stop his own heart from staining his body

And it didn't stop as he watched the way Jungkook slowly took of his dark hood over his body, leaving him in a short sleeved shirt clinging to the outline of his fit figure.

Taehyungs eyes widening when Jungkook came forward again, draping the hood over his own body, slowly helping his arms going through the other's cloth as he pulled it down, until nothing of Taehyungs transparent skin could be shown

"Just wear this for now okay?"

Jungkook told - Taehyung still confused if he was asking or demanding as he came forward. The dark haireds hands coming down to lay around his hips, gaze faltering over his own as he waited for the blonde to answer.

And he did, nodding softly.

Watching the way Jungkook looked over him before he felt his lips softly pressed against the top of his blonde hair

"I like your sweaters"

Jungkook told against it and Taehyung found himself smiling, heart flushed as he slowly let his fingers hold into Jungkooks shirt

Jungkook liked his sweaters, and he only liked this shirt when Taehyung was only with him

But he found himself liking Taehyung better in his hood. Hands gripping against it

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