"Maze In The Mirror" ✧A Kookmin Angst✧

✧39. The Apex Predator✧

Author's P.O.V.:-

"It's hot... Boss..." Taehyung whispered in his husky voice near Hoseok's ear.

His eyes widened, "What?"

Taehyung broke the hug and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Taehyung-shi, w-what... are you doing?" Hoseok gulped his saliva, seeing the collar bones of the Younger.

"Told you...*huff*... It's hot... Boss, help me..." Taehyung was breathing heavily.

He observed Taehyung, who was flushed red and breathing irregularly. His irises enlarged as a thought flashed through his mind,

>>> It is not what I think it is... is it?

Hoseok's body tensed, hearing the sensuous tone of Taehyung. He shook his head, dismissing the ridiculous thought—thought that the younger was high on drugs or something.

Cause Taehyung never lets his walls down. Not even for a second.

He was too dense—too dense to notice Hoseok's feelings for him when everyone around him knew just by a look.

That Hoseok would do anything and everything for Taehyung with just a single word from him.

However, the word that left the younger's mouth now evoked something deep inside him; he hid it until now, not to scare away Taehyung.

Hoseok's eyes flickered with darkness. With flaming desire.

Yet, he had to control himself. He let out a sharp exhale and calmed himself down.

Not now.

He held Taehyung's wrists and pinned him to the bed. "Be good."

"Ungh!" Taehyung whined, stirred, still not in his right mind, but the words of the elder made him stop. Become obedient.

Hoseok took off his shirt, eyes lingering for a second more than he intended on the pale glory in front of him.

It took him quite a lot of willpower to snap his head away. He got on his heels, instantly, and came back with a bowl of water and a towel.

It was mentally draining for Hoseok. To not think about something else as his fingers brushed the soft skin of Taehyung, incidentally, as he gave him a sponge bath to reduce the heat.

Taehyung calmed down, finally, feeling the coolness sink into his skin. It was comfortable.

Before, he wasn't high on something. Or was it some supernatural thing like heat? Nah! He was a human.

A human who had the habit of being too sensitive when he was sick. Just like a drunk person, spilling everything, speaking nonsense in an intoxicated state.

It was just his fever talking.

He had been too weak to get out of bed, so he didn't take a bath for three days straight.

Of course, he wanted to throw those damn sticky, smelly clothes and feel refreshed. That was what he wanted.

On the first day, he took medicine and rested on the bed, all the time, yet his fever didn't reduce.

It came and went as it pleased. Not letting him rest. He lost his energy by the third day.

His stomach rumbled in hunger. Struggling, he got up from his bed using all his strength and went to the kitchen to eat a bit of something.

However, while opening the refrigerator, a surge of dizziness passed through his nerves, he felt light-headed, and fell to the floor, losing consciousness.