PRISONERS [Taekook]

아홉

Jungkook wakes up with a gasp, sweat dripping down his body.

He abruptly pushes himself into a sitting position, pacing his breathing, trying to calm the frantic pounding of his heart in his chest. He rips the blankets off of him, feeling way too hot all over, breath coming out in heavy pants as his shoulders shake, rise and fall at an abnormally fast pace. His veins pulse beneath his skin, blood rushing too fast, and the air feels heavy and humid around him.

"Fuck," he curses, trying to chase away the lingering images of his dream. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Something throbs painfully between his legs, enough that he has to keep them parted for fear he might explode if he so much as grazes that place. The scenes are still playing in his head, over and over again, vivid images flashing before his eyes every time he blinks, and Jungkook is absolutely wrecked.

He sees deep brown eyes fluttering shut, pink lips swollen and parted, long hair trapped between his fingers, tan legs spread and glistening with sweat, he hears curses and moans and sharp breaths and words that sound like his name and--

Jungkook takes a deep breath.

He collapses back on his bed, fighting to keep his eyes open because he's scared of what he'll see if he closes them again. He has to calm down, he needs to, because there's no way he'll drop as low as to jerk off to a man he loathes. Especially when that man is sleeping in the bunk bed just under his.