Gentle Whisper
Vincent grabs his hair, his mind flooded with haunting memories. His own voice echoes in his mind, begging~
Young Vincent
" No, no, no, please...please stop."
Young Vincent
" I'll do anything...not this...please stop."
The memories are vivid, etched in his mind like open wounds. He clearly remembers those moments, what happened next, and everything that followed. Alongside these memories, he remembers how his daughter died.
The pain is overwhelming, but Vincent knows he must keep moving. He heads to the kitchen to cook for Jungkook, mechanically chopping vegetables for a simple dish.
Today, a midwife is scheduled to visit and remove his stitches.
Vincent's actions are mechanical, his heart heavy with grief. He's lost so much, and the weight of his memories threatens to consume him.
Vincent cooks for Jungkook and carries the food to his room. Jungkook looks away, his eyes avoiding Vincent's.
Vincent places the food on a table he has set up on the bed and says
Jungkook replies, his voice firm.
Jeon Jungkook
Call Taehyung ssi, I'll go back to Kim Mansion. I will not stay here.
Vincent's expression remains neutral.
Kim Vincent
I don't like eating in the bedroom or having food on the bed. Finish it quickly.
Jungkook crosses his arms.
Vincent takes the food tray away, his tone detached.
Kim Vincent
Suits you, don't eat then. I want to see how long you can starve yourself.
Vincent sets the food on the table in dinning room and returns to his room to work. He won't eat until Jungkook has his meal.
Later, the midwife arrives and removes Jungkook's stitches. She cleans and dries him before leaving.
However, soon after her departure, Jungkook starts experiencing stomach pain.
He winces, his hands clutching his abdomen.
Jeon Jungkook
Vincent...ssi....
He calls out, his voice laced with pain
Vincent rushes to Jungkook's room, concern etched on his face.
Kim Vincent
Where does it hurt?
Jungkook points to his stomach, tears streaming down his face.
Jeon Jungkook
Here... I'm dying.
Vincent's eyes well up as memories flood his mind. He recalls the day Jungkook gave birth to their child, Dalhwa. Vincent had secretly stood outside the operation theater, hearing Jungkook's screams. He had been crying uncontrollably, overwhelmed by guilt and helplessness. Just 15 years old, Jungkook had endured unimaginable pain, but Vincent wasn't allowed to go near Jungkook. He couldn't go near Jungkook. He had to witness Jungkook's labor pain and their baby's first cry from outside the room.
Vincent's anger and self-loathing resurface, but he forces himself to focus on Jungkook's current distress.
Vincent asks, gently touching Jungkook's exposed stomach.
Jungkook nods, his eyes locked on Vincent's.
Vincent's voice cracks as he says
Kim Vincent
Wait for a few seconds, baby. I'll be back.
He notices his slip-up, calling Jungkook "baby," but Jungkook doesn't react, consumed by pain.
Vincent swiftly returns with the prescribed painkiller and a hot bag.
He instructs, carefully placing the bag on Jungkook's stomach.
Kim Vincent
Have your lunch, Jungkook. Don't make me repeat. I'm not in a good mood now.
Jungkook, hungry, eats the dak gomtang, rice, and kimchi without argument.
Jeon Jungkook
It was delicious, thank you for the meal.
Jeon Jungkook
Where did you learn cooking?
Kim Vincent
Don't you remember? I learned from you.
Jeon Jungkook
Me? When did I teach you cooking?
Vincent's expression turns mysterious
Kim Vincent
Maybe in some chapters of your life, you taught me and forgot about me.
Vincent heads to the kitchen to clean the dishes. Afterward, he eats his own meal.
Jungkook peeks from his room, whispering under his breath
Jeon Jungkook
He ate after I finished my meal.
Jungkook's eyes narrow, observing Vincent's consistent behavior.
Jungkook wanders aimlessly in Vincent's home, bored. Vincent spends most of his time working in his room.
Jungkook craves tea and heads to the kitchen to brew a cup. The sleek, expensive kitchen appliances impress him.
Jeon Jungkook
He's really brilliant
Jungkook whispers, recalling the servants' stories.
Jeon Jungkook
I heard he repaid his grandfather after completing his studies in Canada and starting his own business.
Jungkook's brow furrows, but he shrugs it off. He was born and raised in Canada for 17 years, but he knows it's impossible to know everyone in that country.
Searching the cupboards, Jungkook spots the tea jar on the top shelf. He tiptoes, stretching to reach it.
Suddenly, someone grasps the jar, startling Jungkook. His hand brushes the flour jar beside it, and it falls.
Flour cascades onto both their heads.
Jungkook gazes at Vincent, covered in flour, and bursts into giggles.
Vincent's flour-dusted face breaks into a gentle smile.
Jeon Jungkook
Look at you, Vincent ssi, you're covered!
Kim Vincent
And whose fault is it?
Jeon Jungkook
Not mine! Who puts flour on the top shelf? And you startled me.
Kim Vincent
It's not my fault that you are short.
Jeon Jungkook
I'm not short! I'm 5'10"!
Kim Vincent
Still short, I'm 6'3"
Jeon Jungkook
I'm not short!
Kim Vincent
Owe, don't get angry now, shortie.
Jeon Jungkook
I'm not shortie!
Jungkook sprinkles water on Vincent from the tap.
Vincent notices the flour becoming sticky due to the water on his hair and face.
Kim Vincent
Jungkook! You're dead!
He chases Jungkook, intending to retaliate with water.
Jungkook dashes towards the living room, Vincent hot on his heels.
Kim Vincent
You're going to pay for that!
Vincent threatens, laughing.
Jungkook zigzags around the coffee table, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Vincent mirrors his movements, their footsteps echoing through the room.
In a flash, Jungkook dives behind the couch, but Vincent anticipates this. He swiftly rounds the corner, and Jungkook barely escapes being doused.
Vincent's momentum carries him forward, and his feet tangle with the couch's legs. He loses balance and tumbles onto the cushions.
Jungkook, still laughing, tries to leap away but loses his footing on the slick floor. He lands on top of Vincent, their bodies entwined.
Vincent's arms wrap around Jungkook, holding him in place. Their faces are inches apart, flour-covered and grinning.
For a moment, they freeze, locked in a playful stare-down.
Vincent gulps hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. Jungkook swallows too, their breath mingling, fanning each other's faces.
Vincent's arms wrap protectively around Jungkook, ensuring he doesn't fall. Jungkook tries to look away, but can't. Vincent's proximity is mesmerizing.
Vincent is too beautiful to be true, Jungkook thinks. How can someone be this stunning? Jungkook's heart rate accelerates as he experiences Vincent's beauty up close for the first time.
Suddenly, memories long buried resurface. Do Woo was his first love, but...there was someone else. Someone Jungkook can't recall, no matter how hard he tries.
His eyes well up, tears streaming down uncontrollably. Jungkook's heart aches, overwhelmed by emotions.
Vincent notices Jungkook's distress.
Kim Vincent
Hey, what happened?
He asks, concern etched on his face.
Jungkook remains silent, unsure himself.
Without thinking, Vincent's lips gently brush against Jungkook', a gentle whisper of skin on skin. The touch sends shivers down Jungkook's spine.
Their lips mold together, fitting perfectly like two puzzle pieces. Vincent's kiss is tender, comforting, and exploratory.
Jungkook's eyes flutter closed as he surrenders to the sensation. Vincent's tongue grazes his lips, seeking entrance.
Jungkook's mouth opens, allowing Vincent's tongue to dance with his. The kiss deepens, passion simmering beneath the surface.
Vincent's arms envelop Jungkook, holding him close. Their bodies align, hearts beating as one.
Time dissolves, leaving only the gentle pressure of their lips, the soft caress of their tongues, and the warmth of their entwined bodies.
The kiss is a sanctuary, a haven from the world outside. Vincent and Jungkook lose themselves in the moment.
Vincent's hand slides under Jungkook's pajama shirt, his fingertips tracing the stitches with gentle care. He's aware that Jungkook's body is still healing, and passion must yield to caution.
Only twelve days have passed since the surgery, and making lòve is impossible. Yet, Vincent's ears redden, and his aròusal grows.
He knows he must stop, but Jungkook's fists clench his shirt, holding him close.
Just as Vincent tries to disentangle himself, the penthouse door swings open. A tall figure enters, his voice dripping with malice.
Kim Do Woo
Well done, slùt
The man says, clapping his hands.
Kim Do Woo
You managed to sedùce my not-so-interested little brother as well?
Vincent's expression darkens, his eyes flashing with anger. He gazes at the person.
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Jinie's Pink FlipFlops
sorry to break it you jerk they were lovers before you even entered the chat
2024-12-25
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