Ne Temporales

Not Short-Lived

When Jungkook walked out of the apartment, he was dazzled by the light of the corridor. Closing the door, he rested his back on it until he was accustomed to the light. For a moment, he was confused as to where he was or where to go, but then he saw the elevator some paces away in front of him and he remembered. He grinned stupidly and tried to cover his mouth with a hand. He thought of covering his mouth with the neck of his shirt as he did before, but then remembered that if he lifted his shirt, he would uncover something else.

The elevator opened when he pressed the down button and he walked in, standing in the same corner as before. Once on the first floor, he walked out but stopped a second later.

The door to the pressors' work room was still open, and there he could hear more people than before. He saw a man passing in front of the open door and a chill ran down his spine as he remembered who could still be in there.

Carefully, he ran to the black glass doors, pulled one open, and ran into the corridor. Once again, he stopped, but, this time, it was to catch his breath so the few students in the distance wouldn't look at him. Continuing on his way, he felt the cold air hitting his hot skin, felt it raising goosebumps on his arms, and watched how the university hall looked when the chandeliers were on. It was beautiful in a dark and almost gothic way.

Jungkook tried hard to focus on the sights but he knew he failed when he felt a mad urge to laugh.

He didn't hate his father, he was unable to, but he couldn't deny himself the satisfaction of fantasizing about telling him just how good an eye Taehyung was keeping on him.

Truthfully, he never expected, envisioned, or even thought about what would've happened if he went to Taehyung's apartment tonight. It had all been spontaneous and crazy, fun and exciting, Jungkook couldn't remember the last time he ever had so much fun with someone else while doing something harmless and carefree. That's why he doesn't want to listen to the warnings in his head, at least not for tonight.

Getting to a lonely corridor, he allowed himself to smile down at the floor. He was so happy that he could've wept with joy.

He was able to feel pleasure. He was desired by someone he felt attracted towards. He was able to have a relationship. And for someone who thought they would die alone and strange, knowing he could enjoy what other people around him were enjoying didn't make him feel like an Alien anymore.

Once he was out and the cold air hit him, he noticed all the chandeliers lit and some students passing, but very few. He walked with his hands in his pockets and his head down, looking like he was walking absentmindedly and just for the sake of taking a walk, concealing his grin as much as he could.

He felt different somehow. Aside from the sensitive area rubbing at the inside of his jeans with every step he took, he felt different in the sense of maturity. He felt older in a good sense. He even desired. He had felt powerful when he was on top of Taehyung making him moan–

Jungkook had to stop walking for a second and lean on a wall to take a breather, slightly regretting not cumming on Taehyung's apartment when he had the chance because now he had to walk to his room, which was kind of far, with an erection, and his jeans rubbed on it with every step he took. This was torture on a whole other level. He had to cover his mouth, he was grinning like a psychopath, and he had to be one as he liked how painful it felt to be this hard.

When he finally felt like he could fake a blank expression, he kept walking.

The first time he heard about "getting hard" was at school, a whole two years before they had "the talk" with the teacher, a doctor, and a condom. But they should've taught that sooner than boys can grab their dicks or else shit like a teacher finding two bunnies at the back of the school would happen.

He had overheard two of his schoolmates talk about it, a boy and a girl that were seated behind him on the last row, best friends that were never seen separated. He was telling her how he had woken up hard and didn't know what that had been and she took out her phone under the table to search for what it was. After that, it was just laughter, her teasing him, him getting shy, and Jungkook not understanding anything.

Weeks would pass and he would hear more about that happening to other boys. But it hadn't happened to him. He was confused and curious so he did his research. Then, he regretted it when he found out about porn. He still doesn't know how he got there since porn was taboo and prohibited in a lot of places. The memory of it makes him feel highly uncomfortable. When he found those videos, he watched one just waiting for something to happen or for him to understand something with it, but he just felt disgusted and quite frankly scared as he saw that naked man.

He was doing something illegal at the age of 13. Of course, he would be scared, of course, he would shower in freezing water, of course, he would break his phone so the police wouldn't find him, and of course, he had nightmares about that naked man.

He had given up on trying to make something happen. It wasn't until two years later, at fifteen when they finally got the talk at school, that he felt the need to try again. And it was all because someone asked a question and the doctor giving them the talk answered that masturbation makes someone happier.

But he tried, cummed, and felt nothing but disgust.

After he was sixteen, he started to wake up with one of those or even cum in his briefs. It was uncomfortable but he couldn't do anything about it when he was asleep.

Now, this. Oh, boy. This right now, what he had inside his pants and was making him bite the inside of his cheek, this was a real, conscious, and hard erection. Taehyung made him feel cared for, listened, and even loved, and then he made him feel good, really good all over, really aroused as he had never been before. The feeling of Taehyung's body, hard against his own... Oh, no, he'll think about that later, or else he might never get to his room.

At long last, he got to the glass doors of the Students' Living Area and walked fast, holding it in and keeping composed. There were students on the couches but he didn't spare them a single glance. There were students in the corridors and some turned to look at him but he was looking straight ahead. When he rounded the corner and saw his door at the end, he ran. A couple of steps from it, however, he stopped again and breathed to compose himself again since the last thing he wanted was to scare Jimin again. Then, he knocked.

But Jimin wasn't the one who opened it.

- Oh, Kook, I was so worried. You left your phone. - Leo let out a breath of relief and grabbed his shoulder for a quick squeeze, and then turned around.

Somehow... that touch had felt wrong on Jungkook's hot skin.

- He's fine. - Leo said to someone inside the room and Jungkook walked in. A moment later, Emily was wrapping her arms around his neck and speaking fast against his neck.

- Kooky, what happened? Why did you come back so late? Did you even eat dinner?

Uncharacteristically, Jungkook stood back, getting away from her. Leo and Emily looked shocked. But then, she smiled and nodded.

- You need space, I understand. - She said reassuringly. Her eyes trailed down to his injured lip and frowned, then she turned to face someone on the corner at Jungkook's right, her arms wrapped over her chest.

Jungkook turned his head and noticed Jimin seated on his bed, scared as ever. But the one on the corner was Tom, leaning with his arms wrapped over his chest just like Emily.

- What? You want me to apologize? - Tom challenged her.

- Don't you dare talk to her like that. - Leo jumped up but Emily raised a gentle hand in his direction to make him sit on Jungkook's bed.

- Be a man and acknowledge your mistakes or you'll keep on being a bratty kid forever. - She said to Tom.

This would be very kind... if he didn't want them all to disappear. He saw Tom about to answer her but cut him off.

- I think we can do this later. I want to be alone right now. - He said this as straight-faced as he could. He had to play the part of angry and uncomfortable and he'll do it as perfectly as always. Emily turned to look at him with worry and he cut her too. - I just want to take a long shower and go to bed, please. - Emily looked concerned but acceptive.

- Ok, Kooky. We'll see you tomorrow then. - She put a hand on his upper arm to try to soothe him, but the same uncomfortable feeling happened at her touch and he leaned away. Thankfully she didn't look hurt by that.

- Rest well, Kook. - Leo said as he stood from his bed and went to the door. Jungook nodded at him.

- Good night, all of you. - Said Emily to Jungkook, Jimin, and even Tom before she walked out followed by Leo.

- Jungkook–

- Get out. - The second he heard Tom open his mouth, he felt annoyed. He wasn't in the mood for anything other than being alone. Tom looked at him with a blank expression and closed the door, with him still inside. - You don't understand a word I say, do you? -

- I'm just saying goodbye to Jimin, give me a second. - Tom looked at him from the door carefully before he walked towards Jimin's bed. Jungkook was slightly alarmed. If Tom needed to close the door to say goodbye to Jimin...

- I'll leave you to it then. - Jungkook said fast, and then turned around to get to the bathroom quickly.

Once there, he looked at his reflection but didn't think too much about it. He went straight to the shower and opened the tab to let the water fall noisily. And then he was left standing in the middle of the bathroom with a dilemma. How to start.

Just thinking about starting made his mind go foggy and helped him forget everything else, the heat of the water was warming the bathroom and his skin from the inside out, the vapor making his breath get heavier and his heartbeat rise. He had to lean his back on the wall, his legs were getting numb and tingly. He grinned, loving this feeling, and only one person made him this way. Taehyung. Only he was able to make him this weak, this hard. The thought of him... moaning and whimpering... of him... panting for air, grunting every time Jungkook rolled his hips on him...

Jungkook placed his hands on his neck as he remembered Taehyung's lips on it. The heat of the shower was making him sweat, and the memory of Taehyung's body under his hands, the feeling of his hard chest, of his muscles made him move his hands down his chest. He remembered how Taehyung had touched him, feeling him as hard as he could. Jungkook wanted those hands on him again, to feel him again, up and down his back. His back arched away from the wall as he felt a drop of sweat dripping down his spine. He got to the hem of his shirt and took it off. The wall felt cold as ice and it made him hiss but it went unheard as the sound of the shower overpowered any other sound. He placed his hands on his neck and moved them down, not even stopping at his injury. He touched himself all over like he would like Taehyung to touch him, with those hands that made him shiver and whimper. He wanted to feel his breath on his neck, feel his heaving chest tight against his own.

He was panting, closing his eyes at the feeling of arousal that overtook him. His skin was shining with sweat and, glancing at himself in the foggy mirror, he thought he looked good like this. Then, he thought of how Taehyung was looking up at him like he was the sexiest man alive, and felt even better. To be looked like that, with so much desire; he loved the thought of Taehyung being crazy for him. He grinned out of breath as his hands moved low on his sides. Taehyung was crazy for him, and he was crazy for Taehyung. Oh, he was crazy for Taehyung.

His hands went to the button of his jeans, but he didn't open it, he slowly moved his hands down over the fabric until he reached the bulge on his pants. He gasped and took his hands off. He neared his fingers to it again and caught his bottom lip in his teeth as his body jolted, he didn't hiss because of the pain, he didn't care about the pain, he was feeling so much pleasure right now like he never thought possible. He moved his fingers over it, from side to side, up and down to his balls, and he was panting, arching his back, rolling his eyes when he squeezed and then closing them tight when he let go, whimpering silently. He stopped and took his hands away. It was too much pleasure, and he wanted to feel it as much as he could.

When he regained his breath slightly, he neared his hands to his jeans again, but this time he opened the button and pulled down the zipper. Then he hooked his thumbs under his underwear and slowly pulled down both it and his pants until they were completely off. He looked down at his member in surprise. It was unrecognizable, so hard it looked painful with the head all red. He suppressed the urge to giggle and instead took a towel, unfolding it on the floor to sit on, his legs couldn't stop shaking. Then, when he was comfortable, he slowly neared a hand to the base of his cock just touching it with one finger. A jolt of pleasure ran through him, making him bite his lip again. He took that one finger up and down and his eyes closed, his hips moving on their own accord.

He stopped again and grabbed the base of his cock in one fist. Then, with the other, he positioned it over the red and sensitive head and pushed that fist slowly down his cock. His back spasmed, arching away from the wall, and his mouth opened in a silent moan; pleasure, complete and utter pleasure. The fist got to the base and breathed deeply, then went back up as slowly as he went down. Jungkook wanted to moan so badly, he wanted Taehyung to be doing this, oh, he wanted Taehyung to be doing this so badly that he nearly whined. He wanted Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung...

He let go of his cock as he felt himself on the edge, his body jolted a couple of times for the orgasm denial, and he was left dizzy and shaking. This felt so good, but it was getting a little too painful with the need to cum. He sighed, wanting to cum badly, but he didn't want to stop, this felt too good, but he wanted to cum.

He got up with shaky legs feeling tingly all over his body and a little lightheaded, then went inside the shower and turned the temperature a little down so it wouldn't burn him, he got under the water and bit his lip again. His skin was so sensitive that the flow of the water was making him weak on the knees, and he succumbed, kneeling on the floor. Hot water dripped down on his body, and he grabbed his cock again. His body went forwards and he had to catch himself with his other hand on the shower floor, the water made his cock slippery so he moved his hips without moving his hand, and he let out an unstoppable whimper but the shower muffled it again.

Straightening up, he sat on his feet. The hand that was on the shower floor slowly made its way up Jungkook's thigh. Taehyung's hand on Jungkook's thigh, moving hard on it, feeling it, squeezing it in his hand. The hand on his cock moved slowly up and down and his eyes closed, the other hand moving up his abs to his chest. Taehyung's hands all over him, touching all of him and moaning in pleasure, his eyes getting darker looking at Jungkook, biting his lip and panting, on edge because Jungkook turned him on, talking dirty to him with that low and raspy voice of his, telling him how hard he was. Taehyung not being able to control his desire for him.

Jungkook's hand went over his neck. Taehyung's lips on his neck, kissing it, sucking it, breathing hard on it, moaning uncontrollably. Jungkook's imagination flooded with images of Taehyung, right now, shirtless as he laid on his couch, breathless, thinking about Jungkook while he touched himself thru his trousers, pulling at his hair in desperation and his hips thrusting up against his hand to feel more, to feel more of Jungkook on his lap, and be able to finally cum, Taehyung asking him with a low voice if he could cum, asking permission, even if he was bigger and stronger he gave the control to Jungkook and Jungkook was taunting him, rolling his hips over Taehyung's sensitive member looking at his desperate face, and finally telling him to cum.

Jungkook's hand was fast in his cock, his hips moving up and down, his other hand gripping hard on his hair and then nails going down on his body. His eyes rolled back, his body shook and he bit down hard on his lip as he came. But his hand kept going and going as he kept on cumming, feeling more sensitive by the second, his body shaking uncontrollably, he had to cover his mouth with his other hand to stop himself from moaning. The hand on his cock stopped moving and went up his body as his hips continued to jolt forwards for a second. He came so hard that his body was weak and he was feeling lightheaded.

After some time where his body came down from that high and his breathing eased a little bit, he noticed that the water was getting colder. With weak legs he stood, holding himself on the wall with his hands, and then looked around the shower. Not a trace left. He turned off the shower and walked carefully to the towel on the floor, stepping on it and grabbing a new one. He glanced at himself in the mirror as he dried himself, his cut lip was bleeding again, but he just swiped the blood off absentmindedly, he was more preoccupied looking at himself. He felt good. He wasn't hard anymore, he just felt good, calm, and happy. He felt relaxed, and sexy, remembering how Taehyung had wanted him made him feel desirable; he had called him irresistible.

Once he was in his long sleeve pajamas, he carefully walked to his bed. It was dark, Jimin was sleeping, and the only light was coming from the digital clock on Jimin's bedside table that read eleven o'clock. He went under his covers feeling good, refreshed, and relaxed, and as soon as his head touched his pillow, he fell asleep, dreaming of a beautiful man he'll see the next day. Dreaming of how he said "I adore you", or how he said "I want to take care of you". Dreaming of his eyes, filled with nothing but honest, pure, deep affection for him. And smiled as he slept.

Rewind.

Taehyung's eyes followed Jungkook's figure as he watched him leave. He bit his lip hard, it was torture watching him leave, he wanted him to stay; he wanted him, needed him. But he sat still on his couch, restraining himself as much as he could; restraining himself from getting up and going to him, grabbing him and... What was all this? Taehyung was slightly confused with himself, he never knew this part of him existed.

But he can't deny, that it feels really good.

When Jungkook left and closed the door, his head fell back and he started panting again, just thinking of what was in his pants. How long has it been since he had an erection this bad? He was so hard the restraint from his pants hurt, but he sat there looking unseeingly at the ceiling and thinking with the little conscious mind he had left. But his mind couldn't come up with any explanation as to why he shouldn't just take his pants off and relieve his tension. Either way, he stood up slowly and went to his kitchen to take the water bottle he left in the fridge, all the while everything replied in his mind.

What they did had been illegal, crazy even, they were touching each other, they were getting aroused by the touch of another man, but it wasn't bad, none of it had felt bad, if anything it all felt so good that Taehyung had some trouble concentrating on what he was doing and he forgot what he was doing in his kitchen when he got there. Oh, yes, water. Jungkook was making him go crazy.

Yes, Jungkook made him go crazy, with the way he was looking seated on his lap...

Taehyung squeezed the empty water bottle when he drained it and he dumped it on the sink as he placed his hands on the kitchen counter. Jungkook had been so curious about everything, every touch he made, every movement, it was all out of curiosity. Taehyung grunted as he closed his eyes. Jungkook was so hot, so sexy, looking down at him with those dark and curious eyes, panting every time Taehyung reacted to one of his touches, it had been so cute, and oh so sexy.

And to think he had awakened that part of Jungkook.

He walked with strong steps to his bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. Remembering Jungkook on top of him, kissing his neck so sensually, made him grunt as he took his shirt off. When he was right beside his bed, he looked down at it and imagined again Jungkook's form over it, panting, biting his lip, desperately looking up at Taehyung, and moving his hips up trying to get some friction.

He whimpered, with his hand feeling his chest just like Jungkook had touched him and laid down on his bed. His nails went down his chest just like Jungkook did. Jungkook really liked to use his nails, and that drove him crazy. He loved that and he didn't even know it before. He didn't know much when it came to sex, only in theory. He didn't know how it felt to be with another person this close, but now he knew, and he got addicted. He got addicted to Jungkook, he wanted him close, listen to him, be with him, take care of him, and love him in every way possible, he wanted to kiss the breath out of him as he held his perfect waist and kiss every inch of his body, he wanted to drive him crazy over and over again every single day.

His hands went down and he touched himself over his trousers hard and desperate, loving how good it felt, having missed the amazing feeling of it as he undulated his hips up. He wanted Jungkook so badly, he wanted to touch him all over, to see him whimper when he touched his sensitive cock, and to watch him moan as he moved his hand up and down. Rapidly, he unbuckled his belt and took off his trousers and underwear, his dick punched his stomach hard enough to make him hiss, and he discarded his clothes on the floor. Just like he had wanted to discard Jungkook's.

He never had the intention for this to happen, it just did. Feeling Jungkook on top of him and so close, chest to chest over his dick, that would make anyone dizzy if they had that sensual God on top of them.

But he was on top of Taehyung, no one else, no one else has ever been kissed by him, no one else has ever been touched by him, no one else, only him, and as Taehyung grunted moving his hands across his body he thought possessively that no one else will ever touch him, only him.

His hand went to the base of his cock and he grabbed himself hard, his back arched slightly out of the bed as he hissed, and then he heard Jungkook's purr right at his ear "I'll do as you said and walk comfortably to my room. And I'll have a very good time in there." Oh, Jungkook will be touching himself, oh...God, Jungkook touching himself, making himself feel good, making himself whimper and moan, but no, he couldn't moan, he had a roommate, Ohhh, thinking of him with a hand tight over his mouth, trying desperately not to moan while his body twitched with pleasure...

Taehyung's hand moved steadily up and down in a tight fist, and his body couldn't stop jolting at the intense pleasure he was in. How would it feel if Jungkook touched his cock? Taehyung's back arched. How would it feel if Jungkook went down on him, kissing down to his dick? He grunted. Jungkook licking his dick carefully, completely inexperienced, looking up at him in confirmation with those big, shiny eyes of his, then sucking his dick, first slowly, moving his tongue around his head and moving his hand up and down the rest of his cock, then going down taking him until he couldn't anymore, bobbing his head up and down, sucking hard, making him grunt, making him whimper and twitch and moan out loud.

He moaned as his hand moved faster up and down and the other one moved beside his head grabbing hard on the sheets. He wanted Jungkook so bad, he wanted to love every single part of him, to touch both his body and his soul, he wanted to hear him moan his name, to see him shiver every time he touched him, he wanted to hear him saying he loved him, he wanted to hear him scream in pleasure as he came. He wanted Jungkook to sit on his dick, oh God, he wanted Jungkook on his dick moving up and down, up and down, see him loving it, see him losing it, feel him getting tight around him every time he touched a part that made him scream. He wanted him, he wanted him. Jungkook. His hand moved faster on his dick. Jungkook. His eyes closed shut. Jungkook. The hand clutching the sheets moved to his neck and he dragged his nails down wishing it was Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook...

- Ah! - He came hard on his stomach, legs twitching and pulling his hips up to his hand that kept moving fast and hard, milking himself, making himself jolt at how sensitive he was. - ...Jungkook. - He breathed out, arching his back, rolling his eyes, and whimpering.

Just thinking of Jungkook being the one making him cum, again and again, made him want to continue, it made him want to cum again for him, to cum hard at his memory and moan his name again in his highest point of pleasure. But he thought it best not to, he was already tired because of how hard he came and it had been a long time since he came more than once so he got unaccustomed to it, he would just be beating dead meat instead of feeling good.

He thought of just laying there and falling asleep as he was, but then the cold got to him and the uncomfortable feeling of being sticky made him get up and go to his bathroom. When he turned on the light, it dazzled him for a few moments, and when he was able to open his eyes he saw his reflection in the mirror. He looked like he just had sex, his hair disheveled, nail marks going down his torso, cum all over his abs, and a tired look in his eyes.

And he grinned.

Jungkook had wanted him, Jungkook had desired him, it felt so good to be wanted by the same person he wanted most desperately. Jungkook came into his life and he was there to stay no matter what. No matter what, he will keep him forever, even if the chances were against them and he had no idea how to make this work in the long run, he will do it, he will find a way. If he had to lie to the whole world to keep Jungkook, he'd do it. Lying had never been something he liked to do, but he'd already had to do it all his life, what's one more secret? The greatest of them all.

As the hot water fell over his toned body, relaxing his muscles, his mind filled with thoughts of a life in the shadows, a life of lies and hidden happiness, a criminal life in the eyes of society. He wanted Jungkook, this wasn't mere infatuation.

In conclusion to what Jungkook had told him about himself and his life, he'd lived terribly, crying and calling out for attention, being ignored by his family and hated by his peers, fighting to get even just a little physical contact, putting himself under physical pain to feel alive, living afraid of his ability to find beauty even in men, having to hide away while still wanting to be near people, loosing his best friends right when he needed them most and falling into a depression that usually only happens when a loved one dies. Being kicked by his father at the age of five for trying to hug him had only been the beginning.

Taehyung turned off the water once he finished. He was angry. The way Jungkook had been treated by his family and is still treated is outrageous. He's a kind boy, a beautiful, artistical, poetical, intelligent, and gentle boy that was covered in scars both on his heart and his skin. The way he was so scared of going to his father's office that he had a panic attack made him rub hard on his skin with the towel as he thought of what other things his father had done to him, and then the way his mother had seen him on the corridor all scared with bruises and blood and she just ignored that, making him flinch and talking to him like he had done something terrible and unworthy of her time. The way his father had talked to him in that office, making him cower away at his voice, telling him how disappointed he was in his violent son and then talking gently to him, reminding him how he was his son as if it was a way of telling him he couldn't not love him.

Taehyung scoffed and grimaced as he took out some clothes to sleep in from one of the boxes. The worst part about all his anger was that, before he knew any of this, he actually felt respect towards the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress of Evanthe for being so acclaimed worldwide, but now he knew what happened at home. The negligence they put their youngest son through just to keep working, dumping gifts at him like that was what he wanted was outrageous. Jungkook wanted to be loved and to be cared for, the way he was looking at Taehyung today proves it, the way he hated when Taehyung was cold and distant proves it, and the way he was caressing his face with the most angelical touch he could ever dream of, and hugging him, and being close to him, it all proved... that Taehyung was what he had been wanting all his life.

He slipped under his covers and imagined Jungkook laying by his side. He will give him all the love and care he deserved, wanted, needed, and much more, he will give him everything he could ever dream of, and he will make him the happiest he's ever been.

He doesn't know how, but he will be with him forever, he will show him his kids and they are going to love him, he will show him where he came from and present him to his family, even if just as a friend, even if it's illegal for him to get anywhere near his own family at the moment. He will live in the shadows if it means he'll be with Jungkook, he will lie and hide away for the rest of his life if Jungkook was beside him. He will do all of it, not only for Jungkook but for himself too, he had felt lonely for too long, and now he finally found the person destined for him. Finally, his own fairytale.

He won't let this miracle go.

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