Short imagines with BTS ships-Book 2

Kookiemonster (sad/sweet/smut)

"Hey baby, need some company?" The man said in a low voice.

"No." Kookie said and frowned.

"Ah come on. You're good looking and I'm not too bad myself. I'm sure we can have fun." The man said and took a last drag of the cigarette before letting it fall the the ground. Kookie eyed him carefully. He wasn't too bad looking, probably around the same age as Namjoon. "What do you say? I know you're an angel and everything but give into the temptation." The man said and let his other hand hold Kookie's waist. Kookie was disgusted with another man touching him and was just about to move, when Namjoon's voice moaning Jungkook's name played in his mind. He saw Namjoon lie on the bed, his hand pleasing himself. He felt the wave of sadness crash into him again and looked the man standing infront of him.

"Okay." Kookie said and the man smiled. He dragged Kookie up some stairs and into an apartment. He put Kookie on the bed and crawled onto it too. Kookie felt the man kiss his lips and reacted like a machine. He kissed back without really feeling them. The man kissed down his neck and touched his body all over. Kookie didn't feel the man's lips or hands.
He was so confused. Namjoon was his first boyfriend, at least that's how Kookie considered him. He had of course had the boy before him, the one who hurt him. Though looking back, he wasn't a good person at all. Kookie had decided to erase him from his memory after he met Namjoon.
He had never felt this way before and now he didn't know how to handle all these feelings that flew around inside him. They filled him so much that in the end, he didn't feel anything at all. His body was shell, his soul long gone.
The man had now taken off Kookie's shirt. He was kissing Kookie's body as he lay emotionless. The man didn't notice, Kookie knew why. To him he was just a piece of meat. Someone to satisfy himself with. Kookie didn't care at all. Kookie felt Jungkook trying to take over. Trying to stop it. Prevent it. Though Kookie's will to self-destruct was too strong. His jealousy too powerful. His broken heart in pieces. It trapped Jungkook deep inside him, just as Kookie had been when Jungkook tried to protect him.
The man took his own shirt off and Kookie looked at him but just saw a body. The man stripped their last piece of clothing off so they were naked. Kookie wasn't shy, he wasn't anything at all. He let the man do whatever he wanted. The man found a condom and put it on Kookie before taking his member inside his mouth and bobbed his head. Kookie moaned and closed his eyes. He might not feel anything but his body reacted on the sexsual actions. The man bobbed fast and Kookie grew hard. He knew well enough, he wasn't as hard as when he was with Namjoon but it didn't seem to matter. Nothing mattered. Jungkook tried to stop them again.
The man kissed Kookie's neck and let Kookie's hand down to his own member. He made Kookie take a grib around it and Kookie followed the motions, he made him make. The man moaned into his ear but Kookie only heard his own shattered heart beating. The man became hard and found a condom. Jungkook pushed to prevent it, Kookie pushed back.
The man put it on himself while Kookie followed his actions with his eyes. No words were exchanged as he put lube on himself. Kookie had no words to say and the man only wanted his body, not his mind. Namjoon wanted the same. His body. Jungkook. Not Kookie. The man positioned Kookie's legs and let a finger slip inside. Kookie closed his eyes again and moaned. He added two fingers and Kookie moaned louder. Though the moans weren't filled with desire or lust, instead they were sounds from a machine working.
When the man thought it was enough he positioned himself and looked at Kookie who nodded. Jungkook did his best to break free, Kookie didn't even have to try hard to stop him. He pushed himself in and Kookie gasped. He wasn't as big as Namjoon but he was enough. He felt diffrently inside him but it hardly seemed to matter. Kookie nodded once more and the man started to move. He thrusted in and out slowly speeding up, like he was preparing for a game. Kookie closed his eyes and let his body moan and take in the thrust. Kookie frowned slightly as he thought he heard a crying voice inside him. He imagined it was Jungkook screaming. No! Kookie, please! It kept calling but Kookie ignored it. It had never happend before, it probably wasn't real.
The man moaned loudly, clearly enjoying his actions with Kookie. Jungkook was still fighting but Kookie kept him trapped. The man seemed not to last much longer and he put a hand on Kookie's member. Kookie moaned louder, and thought of Namjoon's long slim fingers. He didn't feel anything as they both came. No rush of satisfaction. Nothing. The man threw both of their condoms out and lay down next to Kookie. The man said something about Kookie, being an excellent partner and he could spend the night if he wanted. Kookie said he was good too and thanked him. He turned his back to him and closed his eyes. Jungkook had settled down inside him but Kookie knew he was sad. Though he didn't care. Not anymore. Sleep swept him away, like they were dancing and everything went pitch black.
Jungkook woke up next to the stranger, tears filling his eyes immediately. He was still naked and he hated the feeling of being so with a stranger. He cried his eyes out as he got dressed and left the apartment with the stranger sleeping. He ran to Namjoon and his apartment as fast as he possibly could. When he finally arrived, he saw Namjoon crouching infront of their door. His head clutched into his arms around his knees. He was wearing a thick jacket as it was cold and a beanie on the top of his head. Jungkook walked over to him and touched his hand lightly, it was ice cold.