fanfiction | taegguk

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

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[Jeongguk's P.O.V.]

When Jeongguk woke up for the second time, he realized that it was finally morning, 9:42 a.m. to be exact, and that Taehyung was still holding him like his life depended on it.

Now it wasn't that Jeongguk didn't like it. Well, technically, he loved it. But he still had to get up and shower, because he felt kind of gross, and he also had to talk to Jimin.

Holding his breath, Jeongguk slowly began to slip out of the older's arms, ignoring the sharp pains that were now shooting up his back in protest to the movement.

When he successfully escaped Taehyung's grasp, he carefully began to crawl over his sleeping form, trying desperately not to disturb his peaceful slumber and putting as little weight on him as possible.

Gently, he places his foot on the ground, his mind screaming in triumph as he lifts himself off the bed and tiptoes towards his door, quietly opening it. Before he leaves, he takes one last glance over his shoulder at the sleeping silver head that was sticking out of the blanket, and smiles, closing the door.

Once Jeongguk made it out of the room, he quickly limped in pain towards the shared bathroom, closing the door behind him and locking it. He went towards the mirror, sighing heavily once he sees his tired form.

He begins to undress, taking a good amount of time in carefully slipping off his pants, as every sharp movement sent pain stabbing through his ass. Fuck Taehyung's big dick.

Literally, he thought, giggling, which resulted in a sharp pain going through him, making him yelp.

He was about to step into the shower before he caught another look of himself in the mirror. Oh my god. I look like fifty shades of grey became human.

Jeongguk's neck was littered with hickies. All different colors, some red, some pink, and some deep-purple, and they didn't just stop at his neck, there were some decorating his chest, and some around the base of- wait, when did he even do that?

The ravenette kept inspecting himself, seeing the huge bite marks that decorated his neck, leaving their own circle-ish bruise. One of them had dried blood around it where Taehyung broke the skin, and Jeongguk gingerly traced his finger over it. Damn.

His lower body was no exception, other than the hickies, there were finger marks, that were now beginning to bruise, on his hips, thighs, and ass. Speaking of his ass, there was a stinging welt in the shape of Taehyung's hand on his left cheek.

Oh fuck, Jeongguk gulped nervously, how the hell is he going to hide these?

The marks on his body should be no problem, just no swimming for a while, and no white t-shirts, but he's more worried about his neck. They weren't exactly light and weren't the smallest things.

Pushing it to the back of his mind for now, he stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run over his body and cleanse him of his sins while he massaged his lower back, trying to ease some of the pain.

He realizes that it was futile, and he sighs heavily while reaching for his shampoo bottle. When he grabs it, he feels that it's empty and groans.