[ Separation ]

[AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm so sorry I suck at updating T_T my life has been wild lately (for the past year anyway), i'll try to do better if anyone is still reading)

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The ravenette's face was framed by Taehyung's hands, in the middle of this seoulian apartment. The teacher was revolted. Just his first gesture reflected his revolt. The fact that he grab Jungkook's face like this, expressed numerous of things. All complexified. All, unlit. And yet he had done it. Press his plump lips against the ravenette's. He glued his mouth like this, against Jungkook's. Reflecting him his sharpest distress. But in a real contrast, it was also a blurred distress. In a way where Taehyung didn't understand his initiative. The killer was releasing him. The killer, was going to leave. Why kiss him ? He had no fucking idea, yet he still did it. And he appreciated. This union that had been discreet between them.

They had not really kissed since Taehyung's birthday. December 30th. Except the night where Jungkook had been caught by Min, when the hazel haired had willingly provoked him. So that the professional assassin finally kiss him. After seven days with nothing. So deep inside, the literature teacher didn't count this kiss. Jungkook had done it, but not in a ideally sincere way. Now, it was happening. Like Taehyung wanted it to. Like Taehyung desired. It was a simple pressure. But so many things happened, during this simple kiss. After a few seconds of contact, Jungkook moved away. With no precipitation. While taking the time to glue his eyes in the hazel haired's shiny ones.

« I said no. » He whispered against his face.

« Shut up, for god's sake. » Taehyung complained.

Close to each other, they stayed that way. Jungkook brought his hands to the older's chin, without averting his eyes from his.

« You're reconnecting the link, as it breaks today. He sighed. I'm sorry Taehyung. I am no longer able to share this with you. Because I won't be able to see you anymore. »

Taehyung's face expression was confused. He approached his body to the youngest's, almost inconsciously. Their chests were touching in a warm contact. Their mouths were brushing dangerously, they were trying to resist the tentation.

« You won't come see me ? He asked. You're literally going to disappear from my life ? You think you're just a simple mirage ? » He added, trying to make him understand.

« I want to leave you alone. I want you to live in peace, without a guy like me fucking up your life, Taehyung. He whispered. I won't come bother you anymore. So I'm telling you this again, forget me and rebuild your life as best as you can. »

Farewell. Jungkook was saying goodbye. And the hazel haired couldn't understand why he didn't like this atmosphere. He didn't like this tone, this burning breath of distress, the ravenette's which was hitting his cherry lips. Taehyung didn't want, a simple goodbye. A coward, goodbye. Jungkook had been his tormentor. Then, a young man he was attracted to. Who still attracted him, at the same moment where they were so close. Now the murderer was going to leave his life for ever. It was strange. Taehyung didn't understand himself. Not him, nor his feelings. His emotions were fogged up. 

« You're saying goodbye ? » He mumbled, pained.

« I'm sorry. » Jungkook whispered.

« Leave me something to contact you. Your phone number, a place where we could- » He tried.

« What's the point ? In a week, you'll have forgotten about me. Let go. I'm just a guy who locked you up in his home. Keep that in mind and everything will get better. » His voice wanted to be convincing. 

So many things ran through the older's mind, too many for it to be organized, so that he can reflect calmly.

« So tell me goodbye your own way, Jungkook. In the most sincere way, what you want to do, during these last moments. » The teacher's hoarse voice persisted.

The ravenette's gaze was intrigued. He would do it one last time. Teste this sweetness. This wild tenderness.

« I'll do it as a symbol, for us. Kissing you. Because you're the one and only person I've kissed. » His voice whispered, charming.

Taehyung's breath was cut short. His lips trembled, Jungkook approached his face towards the older's. His hands fell on the hazel haired's lower back, as the teacher's hands found shelter in Jungkook's anthracite hair. He wanted the pulp of his fingers to soak up the sweetness, of the ravenette's hair. When the killer finally pressed his lips against Taehyung's reddened in desire, an internal explosion hit them. It was the end. These sensations won't happen again. Because life had decided this, that their relationship couldn't exist. Maybe the two men were losing their mind, but they didn't care. They became one one last time.

Jungkook's right hand went up to Taehyung's jaw, grabbing it between his masculine fingers, to press his lips even more to the latter's. Their flesh crescents slid, savoring every patch of skin. Smoothly. Needily. They loved it. Jungkook pressed them, Taehyung answered. Jungkook moved, Taehyung did too. The rosy muscles weren't invited in the final dance. Only the lips. Ablaze. Just the lips, eager, hungry. The dark haired parted, his fingers still holding the hazel haired's jaw, his orbs didn't leave Taehyung's parted lips. He pressed once more his lips against them. For a simple union. Quick. He did it again. A second time. He ate the hazel haired's lips, as they gave him an eye. A third time, prompt but passionate union. A fourth and last time. Slow but unique. The sound of their mouths together was beautiful. Gracious, igniting. It spoke for them.

« I like that, do it again... Taehyung requested. I've never been kissed like this... » He whispered.

« If I do it again it's over for us. Muttered Jungkook. He paused before admitting. I'm gonna miss your lips. »

Finally, their faces moved away. It was safer for them. The murderer caressed Taehyung's cheeks, he soaked up in the texture of his honey skin, in order to engrave it in his memory. The hazel haired was looking at him with his weak eyes, it was painful to assimilate.

« Only my lips ? » His voice tried. 

« No. I'm gonna miss you Taehyung. Entirely. Each part of part of you. He built his reply. Take care of yourself. »

With an undeniable desire, he left a chaste kiss on the teacher's forehead. That, Jungkook had never done it to anyone. Never. It was a new experience, mundane to many, important to him. Then he parted away from Taehyung. Slowly. Their gaze were still on each other, and Jungkook turned around to face the door. Hand on the handle, he felt guilty. Everything was his fault.

« Say it Jungkook... Tell me goodbye... » The hazel haired's voice echoed.

« Good bye. It is just a goodbye, I know it. » He mumbled.

He left. The door slammed close. Jungkook ran down the stairs at full speed. To not be seen by anybody. His heart was tight, yet he ignored it. Rage was growing, yet he let it go. Taehyung upstairs, was spacing out, and yet, he seemed to miss Jungkook already. Ignore. And act as if nothing happened.

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Driving angrily, Jungkook clenched his teeth. It probably had been two hours since he left Taehyung's place. His heart still felt tight. He always had this feeling of oppression, it didn't please him. However the ravenette didn't want to dwell on the subject. He told himself that, since it just happened, the feelings persisted. But it would end up disappearing as he wished. As he disappeared from Taehyung's life starting today. What the killer had done was risky. Let the hazel haired go back to his normal life, without him to keep him in his apartment. Jungkook was taking big risks. So big that his best friend was pissed off against the twenty-one-year-old man.

Taehyung could turn him in. He didn't know his last name, but he knew the dark haired's first name, and his face, as well as his illegal profession. And maybe he had even located where the murderer lived. Jungkook probably have been tricked at his own game. Play with the risks, appreciate the university teacher. All of this had been playing with fire between his fingers, knowing very well that the situation happening at Jungkook's place, wasn't going to last forever. Of course not, the dark haired couldn't have kept him like this. He couldn't. It was better to give the hazel haired back his freedom.

To his eyes, Jungkook had made the right choice. Because he couldn't have done this any longer. Even though the two men appreciated each other. He still had kept Taehyung for two months, at his place. Knowing that the first month had been a a calvary to the teacher, but also the murderer. During this time, Jungkook had regretted his choice. The choice of taking the older hostage. Then things got better between them. Well, Jungkook had to take a bullet to create a minimum of proximity between the two men. But when we looked deep in the situation, even if the entente or even the attraction had been here with the ravenette and the hazel haired, Jungkook had been realistic. He had looked into the future, the consequences, the risks, the credibility. And if the ravenette had waited a bit longer, the alibi he had given to Taehyung wouldn't have beeen realistic.

This one was. That Taehyung had gone two month and a half, to help Jooha. Lonely woman in the countryside, who could fall sick and request help from one of her relatives. Taehyung wasn't close to Jungkook's nanny, just an acquaintance. But when the authorities will question them, everyone will play the game. Towards his family, Taehyung had to explain to them that he had met Jooha during an afternoon walk, in the seoulian agglomeration, in a park. It was plausible, because Jooha went in town once every two months when it was necessary for certain purchases or for a particular reason. Taehyung then had to explain that a passion for literature had been exchanged between them, which was a real element on the nanny's side. Jooha owned large libraries in her house.

The end of the alibi was consituted, so that, following the winter, the forty year old woman had gotten sick. Unable to recover from her illness, she had thought of seeking help to Taehyung. Jooha being a lonely woman, living on her own, and her new acquaintance being adorable, she had thought of him. Taehyung had quickly accepted. They day Daejung had been murdered, the hazel haired had joined Jooha while hitchhiking. Because there are no bus lines leading to this woman's home. In the rush of his unexpected departure, Taehyung had forgotten some of his personal stuff in his locker, at the university, such as his mobile phone and papers, Taehyung hadn't heard of his presumed disappearance. Because Jooha didn't have any television. Only a radio she rarely listened to. And an additional detail found by Jungkook, when Jooha had gotten sick, they didn't listen to it in order to focus on her recovery.

This theory could be affirmed by the fact Taehyung had kept his wallet on him. Just what he needed to join Jooha. And that, was true. Taehyung had kept it with him the day of his disappearance. Jungkook had created all of this carefully. He had also found an excuse for the fact he hadn't contacted his relatives. Where Jooha lived, there was nothing. Just countryside. She didn't have a phone, so Taehyung had found himself without any mean of communication during the bad health state of the woman. And as the hazel haired had no idea he was being researched, Taehyung hadn't worry.

Add the fact that you wanted to take a step back on your professional and social life for some time, so staying two more weeks besides Jooha had tempted you. Recharge your batteries in the great outdoors had been necessary for you to come back healthy to Seoul, Jungkook had asked him. The ravenette had also explained that, only upon his return once in his apartment, the hazel haired had seen on the news that he was presumed missing. So Taehyung had hurriedly went to the police station to show a sign of life and justify his absence. That way, the alibi was built from the beginning to the end. Jungkook had carefully tweaked it, in every aspect. A priori it was infallible. Counting on the fact that the authorities were more focused on the business man's murder. They would probably take Taehyung's DNA, but as it wasn't on Daejung's crime scene, nor this man's, the hazel haired would soon be out of any suspicion. The hazel haired knew his alibi on the tip of his fingers, so he had burnt the paper Jungkook had given him, where this famous alibi was written.

This plan was ingenious. Yes. The only weak point of Jungkook's plan, was the hazel haired. He could break and turn him in while telling all the truth. Or Taehyung could not follow the alibi as told to. Now, it was the hazel haired's turn to assure. Or at least, he had the choice to condemn Jungkook or to let him a chance to survive in this world full of sharks.

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Chapter 37 !

Wow that was long to translate today 👀

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