Strawberry Mojito

In the kitchen, music from Jungkook's smartphone plays softly; the same album that Taehyung put together and played every night on repeat. They both know the entire text by heart. They remember what moment of life this or that composition is associated with, to which they kissed for the first time, and to which they danced on a winter night under a lamppost. For them, the night is not only a time of rest, frank conversations and unnecessary intrusive memories. Night is a sex, a mystery that they have been trying to unravel for years with their favorite music and a bottle of whiskey. It smells like a bitter cigarettes, and even an open window does not save you from smoke. And, to be honest, they don't even try to get rid of it. Jungkook stands by the sink and sings softly as he rinses every mint leaf. Shifting his weight to one leg, he beats the rhythm of the other and dances barely noticeably, drinking tart alcohol from his throat. Inexpensive, from a convenience store behind the house, which he bought the same evening. "Is that enough?" He turns to Taehyung, who is sitting at the table and shows a bowl with a small pile of leaves. "All mine," Taehyung replies, and proceeds to slice the green ripe limes he bought with the whiskey. The knife in his hand trembles, driving him into intoxication. It's getting harder and harder to concentrate on fruit, not to mention the fact that one in three people is squirting in their eyes for some reason. "Hah," he drawls wearily, trying to recover. "I had to cut everything first, and then drink." "I can do everything for you." "You," he grins ironically. "You've got twice as much drunk in you as I am. Mine is better mint." "Do you think I'm going to succumb to some kind of alcohol? I'm bigger than you, so I have to drink more." Taehyung squints and looks up at him. Jeon stands with his back to him wearing only his pants, and Kim knows there are no underpants underneath because he personally took them off after the store. His shoulders are broad, much wider than Taehyung's, and his back is sculpted, as if the Atlas sculpture has come to life and it's now sharing another night with him. I vaguely remember why they started in the first place. It was so ridiculous and ridiculous. A chance encounter and a couple of glasses of strawberry mojito grew into something more than just a love for body and soul that could have ended in a month or a year. But they are still together, something resilient and unimaginably fragile. Their hearts are sewn together with a scarlet thread that Fate has offered them. Was it a special day? Or is it night? Why did you suddenly have feelings? Probably, these are the questions that you will think about only when the sun goes down, because there are so many worries, hurries and problems in the daily routine. Those questions don't matter anymore tonight, because Jungkook washes mint and Taehyung cuts limes. "Give me another sip." Jungkook sits down on a chair next to him and holds out a bottle, looking into Taehyung's face. The eyes stick together a little; No matter how much he shows off, he is just drunk. A smile never leaves his lips as he licks them, examining the other's thin and pale wrists that grip the knife so confidently. "Give me a drink, then," he lifts his head and opens his mouth. "How small?" "Like a little boy." Jeon brings the neck of the bottle to Taehyung's lips. They're a little dry and flushed from long kisses, and they're also my favorite. He agrees to try them for the rest of his life. He knows how warm and soft they are. Barely touching, he pours out one sip and brings it to his friends, clearly drinking more. "You can think of it as an indirect kiss." "And you don't want a straight one, then?" Kim asks, raising an eyebrow, putting down his knife and pushing the board away to a huge plate of crookedly sliced limes. "I want to." Jungkook whispers, and Taehyung's barely audible chuckle seems to tease and test his strength. It's always been that way, perhaps it's the provocative part of the omega that he loves the most. Leaning a little closer, he gives him a light, almost weightless kiss, as if he doesn't know how much Taehyung likes to bite his lips and seize the initiative. He loves it when Jungkook casually says something pleasant, and the innermost "only mine" caresses the ear and heats the blood like raging lava. It deepens the kiss and tastes like bitter, adored and heady whiskey. Taehyung makes you forget better than any alcohol. You want it every day and every night. Feelings of the hot sandy skin, tuck the unruly curls of hair behind the ear and listening to the noisy breathing that escapes each languid kiss on the neck. Both know each other's bodies so well that they can mold each other out of clay from memory. Taehyung traces his sharp jawline with his fingers, a vein pulsates in his neck, and every heartbeat can be felt. And it beats too fast, like a dose of methamphetamine. By now, he would have believed that Jungkook was addicted if he hadn't known that the only reason he was still alive was because of Taehyung. "I love you," Taehyung says, smiling, hugging him and getting up from his chair. The kitchen is stuffy. Through the open window you can hear only the silence of a small town at night and the creak of rarely passing cars, unable to drown out the confession. "And I'll take you." Jungkook pulls closer to him, brazenly lifting the hem of his T-shirt and crumpling the delicate skin around his waist. His soft, slightly cool palms look so harmonious on him and take him into oblivion, but Taehyung doesn't know anything warmer than this embrace. Sometimes a light touch excites and relaxes more than a passionate night. There is no distance between them, just only bright sparks of incipient flames on the smoldering fragments of lives. Taehyung gnaws at other's lips, licking the beads of blood. He can't control himself. Alcohol adds a sense of courage and emancipation that is not typical outside of a small one-room apartment. And Jungkook lets the hot tongue run wild in his mouth, catching the elastic of his house shorts and making his way under it, barely touching the sacral bones and circling each protruding vertebra. Jungkook grabs his buttocks as Taehyung wraps his legs around his waist. A step back for balance and a batch of hot kisses that mask the hunger bites on his slender neck. Today, bruises and bites will bloom on it. There is no way the smoke can get rid of the smoke in the kitchen. It has been absorbed into the walls and into the temporary tenants themselves, but the natural smell is stronger than any tobacco and intoxicates better than whiskey. Jungkook staggers and struggles to move his legs. Near the doorway a head is spinning with pitch darkness and a low, scorching moan above my ear. He grins, his back resting on the jamb. "You can't even stand on your feet anymore," Tae grins. "Someone clearly overestimated their capabilities." "Maybe," his voice is distant, and his gaze doesn't leave his swollen lips. "But that wouldn't stop you from giving yourself to me rudely, would you?" Taehyung laughs, pressing his hips against his naked torso. "When did something bother me?" He slides his lips up the salty skin, to the edge of the black hair that has grown out, squeezing it until it hurts at the back of his head. The steps are difficult, especially the last ones. Jungkook lowers it onto the crumpled white sheets. None of them are in the habit of making the bed. Chaotically scattered pillows, a blanket somewhere on the edge and a slightly pulled up sheet at the head of the bed are their home, coziness and a sense of need for each other. So they have a place and someone to return to, experiencing oppressive everyday life. There is almost no furniture in the apartment, and they have no need for it because there is nothing personal; Not a lot of clothes. Everything we needed we found in each other. No matter how many nights they spend together, each time they are worried, as if for the first time, which cannot be said about the omega. In a bed, next to his beloved, he clearly feels like a wild and naughty animal who loves to play with someone who wants to tame him with all his might. Taehyung presses down on his chest, deftly seizing the initiative and saddling his hips. He runs his overgrown claws over his heaving breasts, tracing the halos of his nipples. Jungkook puts his hand behind his head and smirks as he looks curiously at the dark top of the omega's head glittering in the moonlight. Wet kisses glisten on the skin, slowly drying. A thin strand of saliva stretches from the skin to the parted lips and breaks as Taehyung, carefully examining the emotions on Jungkook's face, blows, causing shivers and goosebumps all over his body. "You're so easily aroused," Taehyung purrs, feeling the rock boner. Pulling back the elastic of his pants, he bares the head and kisses it lubricated. Jeon thrusts his hips forward, covering his eyes. He allows Taehyung to boss around and tease him because he knows that Taehyung will soon receive his punishment. The omega, settling comfortably between his legs, throws his pants to the floor and traces the veins on his thick with his tongue, cutting Jungkook's breath away. His hands wrap around his powerful thighs, the muscles rolling under the skin. It leads from the base, tasting every millimeter and playing with the bridle. Breathing hoarsely and heavily, a reward for good work that Taehyung is proud of. But he wouldn't be himself if he didn't lightly bite the head oozing pre-ejaculate. "Fuck, that's enough," Jungkook asks, reaching for the back of the omega's head. His patience is running out too quickly. Taehyung intercepts his fingers and intertwines them, taking advantage of the alpha's intoxication. He presses him to the bed without feeling any resistance. "Won't you let me play? You like it yourself, why are you pretending to be annoyed?" "Because I want you more than games." Taehyung laughs, breaking the silence of the night, straightens his messy hair and squeezes the other's hand tighter, leaning back into his. Jungkook leans forward, smearing his lips, and Taehyung is in no hurry to open them. Only with a savory kiss he does allow Jungkook to push into his mouth almost to the base. He swallows, taking it all, closes his eyes languidly and grunts softly in pleasure as the head rests on his throat. He chokes on the in his throat, the smell of sweat and boundless love. The tremors are rough and ragged. It is foolish to hope that one of them is in control of the situation. Taehyung relaxes his throat, saliva dripping down his chin, dripping viscously, and soaking into the sheets. He can't catch his breath because he doesn't have enough strength and common sense. Clearly overestimating the capabilities of his own body, he tries not to think about the rolling nausea. Jungkook squeezes his hand, the omega's moans vibrate, and he's sure he is doing it on purpose. Anticipating the sensation of an imminent discharge, the omega accelerates, rolling his eyes at each brutal thrust. There is a bitter taste of on the tongue, and the frantic pace becomes rare and smooth. "Don't you dare," Jungkook growls menacingly as Taehyung wants to pull his out of his mouth and stand up. Obediently lowering his gaze, Kim continues to lie there, not even moving, and his throat hurts unpleasantly when Jungkook grabs his leg and lays his ass on his chest. "Jungkook!" Omega cries out indignantly, but immediately receives a sharp slap that makes him arch in surprise. "I told you not to pull it out," Jungkook says rudely, spreading his soft buttocks. Taehyung swallows before he can breathe. Just a little. They both want more. Much more. The room is too hot, a sweat dripping down the omega's protruding spine, and the body heat emanating from Jungkook beneath him makes him feel like he's lying on a hot surface. It burns. They burn alive without a pain, anticipating and wishing for such a death. Taehyung's anus throbs, whitish lubricant slowly dripping down his inner thigh, which Jungkook immediately collects with his tongue. There is no shame or embarrassment, they have known each other too long and well to hide and blush at innocent actions. They need each other more than they need cigarettes, hard liquor and life. Jungkook greedily licks the thin, a sensitive skin around his anus, sending shivers through his skinny legs. He himself disappears from the caresses of the omega who works so skillfully with his mouth. He hears sobs and vulgar smacks, which turns him on even more. The deeper Taehyung swallows, the harder Jungkook sticks his tongue out, causing him to moan raggedly. And Kim gasps and winces. He mixes wild pleasure with nausea, and he doesn't know how to give himself. Taehyung slows down a bit, trying to calm himself down, but Jungkook immediately throws his leg over the back of his head, impaling him to his full length. The penis rests against the inner wall of the throat, provoking tears. The omega presses on his hips, trying to pull away, but all attempts are useless. He can't lift his head, he just moves his nimble tongue up and down, rolling his reddened and swollen eyes. Jungkook inserts two fingers into it; stretched since the last time. The omega on it grunts in protest, trying to swallow the copious saliva, slaps his palms on the other's thighs, and only then Jungkook removed his leg, crushing Kim under him. Taehyung coughs, covering his mouth and inhaling hoarsely as Jungkook examines the long eyelashes fluttering in the cold light. Trails of tears dry on his red cheeks, which he carefully wipes away with his thumb. Taehyung caresses his hand like a kitten, then purses his lips in a small smile and bites it. "Roll over onto your stomach," the alpha whispers affectionately, pulling back his upper lip and exposing an even row of white teeth. Closing his eyes, Kim gives his all without an ounce of doubt. Taehyung touches the warm sheets with his chest and pushes his ass out invitingly, spreading his legs, sprawled out on the bed. "Like this?" He asks slyly, sniffing his nose. "My throat is still sore." "Exactly." Jungkook straightens up, but immediately leans on top of him, leaning on his elbows. The head is spinning, and the alcohol does not fade, on the contrary, it only gets worse. It's a good thing that you can't see almost anything, because he's sure that the picture in front of his eyes is blurring, like in the fantasies of a surrealist. Biting the vertebrae, Jeon rests his forehead on the other's forearm, trying to gather his strength. "Is everything alright?" "Yes, in full, my head is a little dizzy." "Me too," Taehyung giggles and rests his ass on the alpha's cock. Jungkook enters slowly, gritting his teeth tighter. It's so hot and wet inside, the omega is flowing like in heat, and the cock only wants it. Taehyung pulls back on his own, choking on a long groan. He doesn't have the strength to endure. He squeezes his inside him, crumpling the half-asleep blanket. The thrusts are measured and slow, and Jungkook gives him the opportunity to get used to the size, even if Taehyung doesn't need to. He buries his nose in the crook of his neck and loudly inhales the native aroma he has been addicted to for a long time. Gradually picks up the pace and... All. They are blown away, they completely go crazy and step over the thin line of reality. More, more, more... Taehyung bites his lip until it bleeds and tilts his head back, arching almost to the crunch in his back, wanting to feel Jungkook more deeply. He is into an old mattress in an animal-like way, wildly, without any tenderness or affectionate words in his ear. There are only vulgar slaps of wet bodies that drown out guttural moans that look like screams. Jungkook grits his teeth, reaching under his neck, which is open only to him, so that the omega can rest his chin more comfortably on the crook of his elbow. The erratic and deep breathing is abruptly cut short when the alpha squeezes his arm, cutting off access to oxygen. Taehyung scratches his dark skin, his watery eyes bulging. "Let me go," he asks plaintively. "Only after you'll done." Madness mixed with lust is them. The unbridled desire to become one is also about them. They give themselves to each other, as if they have not known passion for ages, and enjoy themselves as long as there is an opportunity. Alpha growls in his ear, driving his into his limp body, and Taehyung can't show how mind-blowing and satisfying it is. He takes a sharp semblance of a breath, his bitten lips gasping for air, but some pitiful remnants reach his lungs. His head is spinning, it gets hotter with each thrust, and Jeon's hand doesn't dare to let go, clinging to the only salvation as he him like a and bites into the back of his neck. The omega's heart beats in a frantic rhythm, breaking ribs and tearing the rib cage, the walls of the anus contracting harder than usual, causing mild pain to the alpha. It darkens in front of the eyes, and the blood seems to stop circulating through the body. His heart skips a few beats as Taehyung cums on the crumpled sheet with a frozen scream. Jungkook lowers, kissing the burning cheek as the omega comes to his senses, sucking in air hungrily. One last deep thrust, the alpha cums inside, filling with warm. "Is everything alright?" He asks, looking into omega's face, and omega coughs dry and nods several times, covering his mouth with his hand. The throat is dry, and the purple dots in front of the eyes can't disappear in any way. "Bring it," he doesn't have time to finish, as the words are cut off by a sharp and necessary breath. "Now." Jungkook understands without words, carefully steps out of the omega and pulls on his gray sweatpants again. "Don't get up," he says, before disappearing into the kitchen opening, staggering a little. Taehyung rolls over onto his back, covering his eyes. His body aches, and every muscle aches with aching pain. The anus involuntarily contracts around the void, pushing the sperm out of itself. A mattress sags nearby. Jungkook sits down and helps Taehyung. "Here," he holds out a glass of water, but seeing how weakly the omega wraps around him, he gives him a drink, holding him by the back of his head. As soon as he lets go, he falls like a stone on the bed again, throwing the blanket up to his waist. "Don't you want to go to the bathroom?" "I want to, but I won't make it," he grins, shaking his head. "What if I'll take you away?" Taehyung is silent for a moment, listening to his own body's needs, and lets out a short, "Okay." Holding a blanket over his narrow shoulders, Jungkook leads almost to the toilet bowl and, closing the door, waits like a submissive dog, leaning his shoulder against the wall outside, while the omega, holding on to the shelf opposite, relieves himself. Jungkook brings him back to bed and after adjusting the blanket in the duvet cover, goes to the kitchen. There, on the table, amid the chaos, a cardboard box is pulled out from under a half-empty package of napkins. A little dented, although bought recently. Back in the room, he grins and grabs a bottle of whiskey from his chair that hasn't been opened yet. "Does anything hurt?" Taehyung asks, settling down at the foot of the bed, where Taehyung is lying head down. He crumples his cigarette with his lips and stares at the empty gray wall across the street. "Nope, give me a light." Jeon finds a lighter on the floor among empty bottles and torn cigarette packs of various brands, and sets it on fire. Taehyung inhales thick smoke through his nose and blissfully closes his eyes. A slight drowsiness is quite common and natural, and he doesn't mind lying in bed with Jungkook for ages, disowning family, friends, and reality. None of them brings as much happiness to his life as he does. It took a moment and one glass of strawberry mojito to fall in love completely and irrevocably. The good news was that they were adults who didn't give a about stupid and senseless suffering. Therefore, they are together, as it should be for souls who find each other in each of the lives bestowed by someone. Jungkook opens the box and pours a pile of aluminum-encased candles wrapped in six pieces of clear plastic into the square of light coming from the kitchen next to him. Picking it up with his fingernails, he pulls it off and picks at the wick drenched in red wax. "Did we buy it with the aroma of strawberries?" He asks, sniffing, feeling that the strawberry is the only name on the box. Taehyung lazily rolls over onto his stomach and moves closer, burying his chin on his shoulder. He carefully examines the tattooed hands that so skillfully caressed his body, and now they are sorting through the candles. "A sort of," he says, clutching a cigarette between his fingers. "What? Does it smell? "Maybe they smell," Jeon tilts his head back, and the omega kisses his soft lips without hesitation. "But all I can smell is you." Taehyung looks away in embarrassment and extinguishes a cigarette in the ashtray next to the bed leg. "Can I help you?" He folds his hands in front of him and rests his head on them, watching the alpha take a few sips of alcohol. "No, you can rest." Jungkook continues to fiddle with each candle, slowly putting the finished ones in the box while Taehyung plays with his hair, wrapping the curls around his finger. The room is quiet, and if you listen closely, you can hear the empty refrigerator working. Finally, a draught appears, blowing out the smoke and driving oxygen throughout the apartment. It's getting a little chilly, and Taehyung wraps himself tighter in the blanket, crawling over to Jungkook and hugging him. Shares a piece of heat. "I love you," he whispers, kissing his earlobe. "And I love you too," he replies affectionately, rubbing his cheek against his. Perhaps the love of peace and quiet became the thread on which love grew like crystals. They did not seek salvation in each other, because there was no one to escape from. Coming from well-to-do families, who do not need recognition and love, but easily get everything they want, did not notice how they forgot how to enjoy and remember moments. That's why life seemed gray and endlessly cloudy. Not a hint of sunshine. They found in each other what people usually call "happiness," however subjective it may be. It's so important. Such a necessity. The alarm clock on the phone rings. It's five o'clock in the morning, and the next dawn is coming, which they will meet together. "Are you ready?" Jungkook turns in the ring of hands and quickly smacks the omega. "I'm ready." He helps him up and shoves him a box of candles. Together they go to the kitchen, where mint leaves have dried and limes have dried a little in a deep dish. The salesman looked askance at them, and they only laughed as they walked out of the store by the hand. This morning is special. The silence, the smell, the memories, the tranquility, all for them alone. Even a slight melancholy turned out to be very useful. Jungkook takes chunks of ice out of the freezer and shreds them on a cutting board into smaller pieces, pouring them into a pre-prepared basin near his feet. While trying to warm his hands, Taehyung puts the blanket on a chair and loads the bowls on the box, carefully walks along the wall so as not to succumb to the bathroom. He places candles on the floor and, without turning on the lights, runs to get the lighter that Jeon has recently used. He sets it on fire one by one, puts a few pieces on the edge of the sink, in the corners of the sides of the filled bathtub, on the shelf on top and a decent part on the washing machine. He makes the rest of the wide tabletop, where there are two toothbrushes in a marble cup, sat down on the floor and run his hand over the water, looking at the ribbed waves in the warm light. The surface is uneasy, the lights flash in the reflection, and Taehyung smiles, fascinated by them. His life is not difficult, but it is absolutely meaningless. "Be careful, pull your hand out," Jeon asks as he walks, pouring all the ice in the freezer into the water. It floats when the water calms down a bit. They look like defective glass with air bubbles inside. If you look closely, you can see a faint vapor from the contrast of temperatures. Either it's the smoke of the candles streaming upwards, or the ripples on the water confuse the perception, reflecting the light on the icy white tiles... Taehyung lays out limes, translucent juice dripping down his arm and dropping to the same white floor. Jungkook sprinkles mint on top and chuckles when the leaves get stuck in the omega's hair. "Did you do it on purpose?" Kim clucks, shaking them off into the tub. "Even so, what's wrong?" "Nothing," he replies offended and discreetly takes out a small piece of ice, immediately pressing it against the alpha's bare belly. Now he laughs and, jumping to his feet and not letting say anything, captures the other people's lips, immediately penetrating between the teeth in a masterly way. He tickles the roof of his mouth, licks it, and sucks on Jungkook's tongue with a smack as he hugs him around his waist. "Let me help," the alpha asks reluctantly, tearing himself away from his beloved lips, and Taehyung proudly gives him his hand, but instead of the promised help, he receives another kiss on the blue protruding vein on his wrist. If moles are the places where he was most often kissed in his previous life, then in the next life his whole body will be like a starry sky, and especially his hands and neck. Jungkook pulls down his pants, puts one foot in the water without hesitation, exhales convulsively, but immediately climbs in completely. A quiet "Oh fuck, it's so cold" comes out, and he can't get used to it. His legs shake a little and cool down too quickly. He gives both hands to Taehyung and pulls on him, not giving him a chance to mentally prepare for the brutal cold. "Oh, fuck," the omega exhales, also trembling as Jeon rubs his shoulders and pulls him close, sharing the last remnants of warmth. "Don't let go of my hand." "Don't worry, I'll never let you go." They sink into the water at the same time, gritting their teeth until they hurt and wincing. Bodies tremble and lips grow paler by the minute. "My parents would be amazed if they knew how we meet the sunrise," Jungkook says with difficulty. "Hah, that's right." Taehyung pulls two thin blades from the edge of the tabletop. He gives one to Jungkook and keeps the other, carefully peering at the reflection, as does the alpha himself. Too intimate and especially close to each other. Souls touch for a person who has experienced the highest happiness, and now they want to preserve these feelings, without fear of their death under the yoke of gray everyday life and everyday routine. Right away. Right now, they are happy and don't want anything else for themselves. They don't want to worry and worry about the future, which only seems to be within their control. "Ready?" Jung squeezes the other's icy wrist, and he doesn't seem to feel the cold anymore as he admires the most beautiful omega. "Yes." Taehyung purses his lips and traces the vein he'll trace with the blade. "Come on." Holding their breath, they bring the point to their still intertwined hands. Their love is infinite and beautiful, it doesn't need to be proven. You just need to feel, enjoy and give back. "Bye, Jungkook," he smiles faintly, covering his tired but loving eyes. "Bye, Taehyung," he whispers hoarsely, stroking the other's wrist one last time. Pressing the blade harder, they fearlessly cut from palm to elbow and lean against the walls, feeling almost no pain. Their fingers are still holding on to each other, but weaker and weaker by the minute, as the blood drips onto the mint leaves and envelops the jagged pieces of ice, mixing with the water and seeping between the lime fibers, the strawberry mojito.