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Chapter One

It was Friday night, and like every Friday, Taehyung and Jungkook spent their evening in the living room, a table filled with snacks, a few beers, and a good movie.

Except tonight, something felt… off.

Taehyung couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but the atmosphere was different. Usually, whenever they watched a movie, Jungkook never hesitated to comment. Like when they watched a horror movie, and a jumpscare popped up. Jungkook always tried to act unbothered, claiming he didn’t flinch, even though Taehyung had clearly seen him jolt so hard it was as if his soul had momentarily left his body.

Or when they watched a drama so ridiculously cheesy that Jungkook couldn’t help but critique every scene, saying it was completely unrealistic for the male lead to catch the girl mid-fall, only to end up in a dramatic, perfectly balanced embrace at the bottom of the stairs.

The point was—Jungkook was always talking.

Yet now, they were already past the halfway mark of the movie, and he hadn’t said a single word. Still, Taehyung decided not to comment on it. Maybe Jungkook just wasn’t in the mood to talk tonight, or maybe for once, he simply had nothing to say.

That is, until Taehyung leaned forward to grab another can of beer. He popped it open, took a generous sip—

And that’s when Jungkook finally spoke. “Have you ever tried the 69 position with one of your hookups?”

Taehyung choked instantly, spraying beer all over the table at the completely unexpected question from his roommate

“The what!?”

“The 69 position,” Jungkook repeated, slower this time. “You know, the one where one is on top of the other, facing the oppo—”

“I know what it is, Jungkook, thanks.” Taehyung cut him off, eyes wide in disbelief. “Just… where the hell is that question coming from?”

Jungkook shrugged, his eyes drifting back to the TV screen. “Well, you know how I saw that girl last night? She wanted to try that position with me.”

“And…?” Taehyung raised a brow, not seeing the connection or what had possibly compelled Jungkook to ask him this.

Jungkook sighed and turned back to look at him. “And so… we did.”

They stared at each other in silence. Then, Taehyung let out a dry laugh “Jungkook, what the fuck!?” he blurted, completely thrown off. Why the hell was this idiot telling him something like that?

“No, hear me out—” Jungkook quickly reached out, hands gesturing to keep Taehyung from shutting him down.

“No. Leave me alone and let me finish my damn movie in peace. I have no interest in hearing about your thrilling night of new sex positions.” Taehyung pushed him away on the couch.

“But that’s not it! Just listen to me—”

“Jungkook.” Taehyung’s tone was firm.

“Hyung, please.” Jungkook’s voice softened as his hand wrapped around Taehyung’s bicep. “I swear, it’s not what you think.”

Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. “You’re killing the vibe right now,” he muttered, the sound of the movie still playing in the background.

“Please” Jungkook repeated, even lower this time, just a whisper.

Taehyung exhaled deeply before finally opening his eyes, locking onto Jungkook’s. Fuck him and his big doe eyes. How could a person be this annoyingly adorable?

“Fine” he grumbled. “But one unnecessary detail, and I’m out. Straight to bed.” He lifted a finger in warning, watching as Jungkook’s face lit up with a wide grin at his reluctant agreement.

“Honestly, I just don’t get the hype around that position. It’s… I don’t know how to explain it,” Jungkook mumbled to himself, searching for the right words. “just boring.”

Taehyung raised a brow. “Boring?”

“Yeah, like—okay, you suck me off, I eat her out, but that’s it. It just feels pointless, right?” Jungkook said, casually crossing his legs on the couch.

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never ‘eaten pussy’ before” Taehyung replied, sighing as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh.” Jungkook’s face fell slightly as he suddenly realized who he was talking to. “Right. So you’ve never tried it.”

Taehyung was gay, so of course, he couldn’t relate.

“Of course I have” Taehyung scoffed, giving Jungkook a weird look.

Now it was Jungkook’s turn to be confused. His head tilted slightly as he processed that. “What? How?! I thought you— I mean, you know… you’re gay…” He trailed off, struggling to word it in a way that wouldn’t offend the older.

“I am gay. And? Nowhere does it say that 69 is exclusively for straight people.” Taehyung countered, arms crossing over his chest.

“Huh?!” Jungkook blinked, now completely lost.

“Jungkook, please. Don’t tell me you’re actually stupid enough to not know how sex between two men works” Taehyung muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

Jungkook felt an instant wave of heat surge through his body, embarrassment hitting him full force. His cheeks tinged red as he blurted out, “O-of course I know! You gays use each other’s assholes!”

Taehyung scoffed so hard his jaw nearly dropped. He sat up straight, deciding it wasn’t even worth the effort to correct him. Jungkook was straight, Taehyung was used to him saying dumb shit sometimes. “Sure. Whatever.” He waved him off, already turning back to the screen. “Can we go back to the movie now?”

“No! How does gay 69 even work?” Jungkook whined, snatching the remote straight out of Taehyung’s hand.

Taehyung groaned, shooting him a deadly glare. “It’s the same damn thing! Just picture a guy instead of a girl—” He paused mid-sentence before shaking his head. “No. I am not giving you a sex-ed lesson on this.”

“Why not!?” Jungkook pouted, holding the remote further away to keep it out of Taehyung’s reach.

“Because you have a damn phone, Jungkook. Look it up yourself. And, more importantly, why the hell do you even want to know!?” Taehyung huffed, pushing himself up from the couch and extending his hand toward Jungkook, palm open for the remote.

But Jungkook stubbornly refused to give it back. “I don’t know!?” he shot back. “Maybe I just want to expand my biological knowledge. It sounds interesting!”

“Jungkook, you’re being ridiculous,” Taehyung growled, reaching for his wrist. But the younger wasn’t having it. Instead, he planted a foot against Taehyung’s chest and shoved him backward.

“You’re the one being ridiculous! Why won’t you just tell me!?” Jungkook whined like a petulant child.

“Give me the damn remote.”

Fed up, Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s ankle and yanked, sending the boy sliding down the couch until his legs were up in the air. His head was now the only part of his body still touching the cushions. “Taehyung!” Jungkook yelped, shocked.

“The remote, Jungkook.” Taehyung repeated, voice dangerously steady.

“First, tell me.”

“For fuck’s sake, Jungkook! What, you want me to explain it to you, and then what?! We test it out so I can actually show you how it works!?”

Jungkook let out a small, surprised gasp at that. The soft sound made Taehyung realize what he had just said. He groaned, running a hand down his face. “Forget it. Just give me the remote.”

Jungkook pouted, deep in thought for a moment before shaking his head. “No.”

“You fucking—” Taehyung clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay calm. “You do realize I can just leave you like this until all the blood rushes to your head and it explode, right?” He deadpanned, staring down at Jungkook with a cold expression.

Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly at the threat, but then, to Taehyung’s utter disbelief, he shrugged “I don’t care.”

Taehyung let out a deep, frustrated groan before finally dropping Jungkook’s leg. The younger immediately collapsed back onto the couch with a soft “Oof—!”, the air leaving his lungs in a quiet huff.

“I’m going to bed. Thanks for the amazing night” Taehyung said sarcastically, grabbing his phone from the table.

“Wait, don’t!” Jungkook called out, scrambling to his feet. “Here, take the remote.” He held it out, but Taehyung didn’t even glance his way, striding firmly toward the hallway. “Taehyung, wait!”

“Leave me alone,” Taehyung snapped, waving a dismissive hand behind him. “I told you, I’m done with this conversation. I don’t even feel like finishing the damn movie anymore.”

Jungkook rushed forward, catching Taehyung’s wrist before he could disappear into his room. The older man stopped in his tracks, turning around with a raised brow.

Jungkook hesitated, biting his lip. His voice felt stuck in his throat. But then—“Let’s…” He cleared his throat. “Let’s try it, then. I mean, you know—that… 69.”

He forced himself to lift his gaze and meet Taehyung’s eyes.

Fuck. He really just said that.

But it was fine, just another hookup. Nothing special. Nothing different.

Except that this time, his partner would have something between his legs.

Taehyung’s expression remained unreadable, his voice eerily calm as he said “What?”

Jungkook swallowed hard. “You heard me.”

But Taehyung wasn’t letting him off easy. He took a slow step forward, voice dropping lower. “No. I want you to repeat it. Word for word. Say it loud and clear so I know exactly what you’re asking me to do.”

Jungkook’s breath hitched.

Why the hell was he doing this? He could’ve just googled it like Taehyung told him to. But now that he’d said it, he really wanted to know.

So he took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and said, “Let’s do that damn 69 position.”

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“This is awkward” Jungkook blurted out—for the second time.

Taehyung let out a loud, exasperated sigh. “Can you stop saying that every two seconds? We’re just naked. We haven’t even done anything yet.”

He sat down on the bed, tossing his boxers aside without a care. His gaze flickered to Jungkook, who was sitting at a distance, hands clamped over his lap like his life depended on it.

“Jungkook, you’re making this feel awkward” Taehyung pointed out, lying back on the bed with a casual ease as if he wasn’t completely bare. “It’s like you don’t even want to do this.”

“I’ve never done this with another guy before! Of course, it feels weird” Jungkook shot back, his voice slightly panicked.

Taehyung hummed in understanding, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Fair. But like I said, it’s not that different.”

“It is different” Jungkook muttered, pouting.

Taehyung sighed, propping himself up on an elbow. “Alright. Want to just get dressed and keep debating?” He made a show of reaching for his clothes.

“No!” Jungkook said quickly, scrambling onto the bed, crawling toward Taehyung in a rush. “Let’s just do it.”

Jungkook hesitated for just a second before swinging his leg over Taehyung’s body, settling on top of him. His muscular thighs caged Taehyung in, pressing firmly against his sides.

But it wasn’t until his hands landed on either side of Taehyung’s head, his breath shallow, that he realized what he’d just done. Wide eyes met Taehyung’s, confusion flickering across the older man’s face before amusement settled in.

“Uh… you know it’s actually the other way around if you wanna do a 69” Taehyung murmured, raising an eyebrow. His voice was low, breath warm against Jungkook’s flushed skin, so close that Jungkook could feel the heat of it ghosting over his lips.

“I-I know!” Jungkook stammered, flustered, scrambling to switch positions.

In his rush, his knee landed straight onto Taehyung’s stomach, earning a sharp, strangled “Fuck” Taehyung gasped, his head jerking slightly off the pillow.

“Shit—sorry!” Jungkook blurted, mortified.

But all words flew from his mind the moment his gaze dropped. Right onto Taehyung’s semi-hard length, inches away from his face.

Oh

Wow

His throat dried instantly.

Even like this, not fully hard yet, Taehyung was big. Too big, honestly.

Jungkook was still reeling, trying to collect himself, when he felt a light tap against his thigh.

“You still with me, bun?” Taehyung’s voice was deep, almost teasing, yet something in it sent a sharp shiver down Jungkook’s spine.

Jungkook swallowed thickly, gripping the sheets in his fists as he gave a stiff nod, completely frozen, completely unsure of how to even begin.

Taehyung, on the other hand, didn’t hesitate.

His grip was firm as he grabbed Jungkook’s ass, spreading him just enough before dragging his tongue in a slow, deliberate stroke from the base of his balls all the way up to his rim. Jungkook let out a noise, high-pitched, caught between a whine and a yelp. His whole body jerked “T-Tae, wait!!”

Taehyung sighed, dropping his head onto the pillow in exasperation. He barely had the chance to taste before Jungkook was already freaking out.

“What the hell was that?” Jungkook’s voice was soft, almost disoriented as he shifted, trying to pull away from the compromising position. This wasn’t at all how he’d felt with that girl. This—whatever this was—was not boring.

But Taehyung held him firm, hands gripping his waist to keep him still. He scoffed, brows furrowing “It’s called eating you out” he said flatly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“No, I mean—why should I be the one getting eaten out? Why can’t I eat you out?” Jungkook asked, glancing over his shoulder with a frown. His frustration only deepened when he saw Taehyung’s unimpressed expression.

“Because,” Taehyung started, voice patient yet unyielding, “it’s your first time with a guy. So it makes sense for you to try something new first.” He squeezed Jungkook’s hips, grounding him. “Trust me, you’re gonna love it.”

Jungkook swallowed hard, hesitating.

Taehyung smirked. “Enough talking.” Then, without warning, he brought his palm down in a sharp slap against Jungkook’s ass.

Jungkook gasped, his breath hitching as a surprised moan slipped out before he could stop it. “Good” Taehyung murmured, amused. “Now put that pretty mouth to work, bun.”

Jungkook took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto Taehyung’s cock. Alright, you can do this. He nodded to himself before finally wrapping his fingers around it, feeling the heat against his palm. He hesitated for only a moment before leaning in, parting his lips and letting a trail of spit drip onto Taehyung’s cock. His hand moved more smoothly now, stroking his length with slow, deliberate motions.

A deep groan rumbled from Taehyung’s chest as he gripped Jungkook’s hips, pulling him closer.

Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm Jungkook repeated the mantra in his head, focusing on the way Taehyung twitched in his grasp. Precum beaded at the tip, smearing against his fingers. For a second, he almost forgot what he was supposed to do next.

He licked his lips, his breath ghosted over heated skin. He hesitated for a slight second before wrapping his lips around his dick and take him in, starting with the tip, his tongue swirling lightly before he sank lower, letting the warmth of his mouth envelop him inch by inch.

“Fuck yeah—” Taehyung groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. His grip on Jungkook’s hips tightened, fingers kneading into the soft flesh of his ass.

He let him work, watching the way Jungkook’s head moved, the way his lips stretched around him, the quiet hum vibrating around his cock. The sight alone had Taehyung biting his lip, groaning low in his throat. Damn, for a first-timer… He smirked. He’s too good at this

But Taehyung wasn’t the type to just sit back and enjoy. Leaning in, he let his breath fan over Jungkook’s hole, grinning when he felt the way Jungkook tensed. He did it again, slower this time, waiting for the reaction.

A small, involuntary shudder.

And then, he pressed his tongue against it. Jungkook jolted, a muffled sound escaping around his cock, the vibrations sending another sharp wave of pleasure through him.

Jungkook pulled off Taehyung’s cock with a sharp gasp the moment he felt the older push his tongue deeper inside him. His fingers clenched around the sheets, gripping them even tighter this time.

Taehyung had no shame. His mouth was relentless, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses, dragging his tongue over every inch of Jungkook’s hole like he was starving, like he’d been craving this all day. A low groan rumbled from Taehyung’s chest as Jungkook’s body tensed beneath him, his grip on the sheets turning white-knuckled.

What the fuck Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open, then squeezed shut again as the pleasure swelled inside him, spreading like fire under his skin. It was too much, too good. Taehyung was too good.

“Fuck!” Jungkook choked out, his breath hitching as he felt a finger slip in alongside Taehyung’s tongue, stretching him open just a little more. His thighs trembled. His lips parted, but all that came out was a desperate, broken—

“Fuck, T-Tae—”

"Don't I deserve some pleasure in return, bun?" Taehyung murmured, his voice dark and teasing, sending another shiver down Jungkook’s spine.

Jungkook nodded quickly, breathless. "Yes... y-yeah" he stammered, still dazed, before leaning forward again and wrapping his lips around Taehyung’s cock, picking up where he left off. A low chuckle rumbled from Taehyung’s chest.

Then, without warning, his hand tangled in Jungkook’s hair, gripping tight before pushing him down, forcing him to take more. Jungkook gagged at the sudden intrusion, his throat tightening around the length, eyes rolling back. Taehyung groaned, hips jerking upward as he fucked into Jungkook’s mouth, all while his tongue and finger continued their relentless assault on Jungkook’s hole.

Jungkook whined, the realization hitting him hard. He was completely at Taehyung’s mercy. His body, his pleasure, everything belonged to him now.

And Taehyung took it. Took him. Used him like a toy built for his pleasure.

Jungkook moaned around him, determined to give back what he could, his tongue working desperately to find the thing that would drive Taehyung insane.

Jungkook’s jaw ached, but he pushed past it, hollowing his cheeks as he worked his tongue, determined to find that spot. His fingers dug into Taehyung’s thighs for leverage as he took him deeper, letting the weight of his cock press heavy on his tongue, making him drool on it.

And it's when his tongue flickered on a certain area, just below the head that a sharp, broken groan tore from Taehyung’s throat, his grip in Jungkook’s hair tightening, hips jerking forward as his control cracked.

Smirking around him, Jungkook pressed his tongue against that spot again, flicking just right, sucking harder as he took him deeper.

“Fuck Jungkook—” Taehyung’s voice was rough, desperate. His head tipped back, pleasure crashing over him in sharp waves.

His thighs tensed beneath Jungkook’s hands, his grip unrelenting as he thrust deeper, losing himself completely.

And finally with a strangled groan, he came, hot and thick down Jungkook’s throat. Jungkook moaned at the feeling, swallowing around him, his own body shuddering. His fingers curled into Taehyung’s skin as pleasure tore through him, his own release spilling between them.

Taehyung’s breath was heavy, chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself. A slight dizziness clouded his mind, his body still buzzing. “Goddamn it, bun—what the fuck did you just do?” he muttered, his voice rough, still laced with pleasure.

Jungkook giggled, his cheek resting against Taehyung’s thigh, looking up at him with playful satisfaction. “Made you come first” he teased, the corners of his lips curling in smug delight.

Taehyung huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “Oh yeah?”

“Yep” Jungkook replied proudly, completely oblivious to the dark look Taehyung was now giving him.

Suddenly in a swift, unexpected movement, Taehyung pushed Jungkook into the bed, a startled gasp leaving his lips as Taehyung manhandled him effortlessly.

His hips were lifted, his knees sinking into the mattress, Taehyung’s firm grip keeping him exactly where he wanted him, leaving him completely exposed. A low chuckle ghosted over Jungkook’s spine. “You think you’re better than me just because you made me come first?” Taehyung’s voice was deep, laced with something dangerously intoxicating.

Jungkook swallowed hard, his breath hitching. “T-Taehyung—”

The only warning he got was the press of strong fingers digging into his waist before Taehyung leaned in, his mouth hot and relentless as he dragged his tongue over his sensitive, swollen hole. Jungkook’s body jolted at the first flick, a choked whimper escaping him as Taehyung teased him—slow and deliberate—before his tongue pressed in deep, sending white-hot pleasure shooting up his spine.

“Watch me make you come again” Taehyung murmured, his tone dripping with promise.

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Chapter Two

Jungkook’s head snapped up at that, his mouth gaping open in shock. “N-no, you can’t” he stammered, reaching back in a desperate attempt to push Taehyung’s head away from his ass.

He can’t. Taehyung fucking can’t make him come a second time.

It’s always been his golden rule with hookups—sex was fine, coming once was fine, but anything beyond that? Anything that could push him to the edge of a second orgasm?

Absolutely fucking not.

It was a line he had crossed once, and he regretted it the second he saw the state it had left him in.

“I can, and I will, bun” Taehyung purred, his voice smooth like velvet.

His large hands roamed over Jungkook’s toned body, making him shiver slightly in response. They stopped on his thick thighs before prying them apart, spreading him even wider on the bed. But before Taehyung could even admire the view, Jungkook started to fight against his grip, his legs kicking in an attempt to shake him off.

Taehyung frowned, his hands tightening around Jungkook’s thighs to keep him in place. “What the fuck is your problem?”

Jungkook whimpered at the firm hold, knowing damn well Taehyung’s grip would leave bruises—deep, red-purple imprints staining his skin. “Fuck you Taehyung” he growled, turning his head back to meet the older man’s dark, piercing gaze. “There’s no way in hell I’m letting you make me come again.”

“And why the fuck not?”

“Because I said so. Now move.” Jungkook attempted to push himself up, but Taehyung’s hand pressed firmly against his back, shoving him back down onto the mattress.

“Such an ungrateful little thing” Taehyung murmured, shaking his head. “I was kind enough to accept and show you how 69 works for guys, and now that I’m offering you even more pleasure, you push me away like I’m just one of your pity hookups?”

Jungkook let out a cold laugh at that. “What? You think you’re more than just a hookup?”

“Damn right I am” Taehyung growled leaning in closer, his crotch pressing against Jungkook’s ass, making the younger let out a soft whimper before he bit back with, “You were just an experiment, Tae. 69 was fun, but now I’m done. So move, or I swear I’ll kick you for real.”

Taehyung ran his tongue slowly over his lips as he stared at Jungkook’s back, his mind racing. He didn’t know why Jungkook was acting like this, but there had to be a reason, because there was no way in hell he was going to believe that Jungkook actually wanted to stop here.

That’s why he was going to push. Push until Jungkook finally admitted it.

With a slow, almost sensual movement, Taehyung let his body mold completely against Jungkook’s, his arms wrapping around him from behind. His forehead pressed against the nape of Jungkook’s neck, the younger freezing at the unexpected gesture.

“Bun”

Jungkook moaned.

Taehyung held back a smirk as he continued, “Why don’t you let hyung take care of you hm?” His nose traced a slow path down Jungkook’s back, following the curve of his muscles until he reached his left shoulder blade, where he placed a soft, lingering kiss.

“D-don’t want to,” Jungkook mumbled so quietly that Taehyung almost didn’t catch it.

The older hummed softly, nodding as if he accepted the answer.

But his hand, still resting on Jungkook’s thigh, had other plans. Slowly, it moved, sliding up, inch by inch—from his inner thigh to his crotch, only to trail higher, grazing over his abs and finally resting flat against his stomach, purposely avoiding the part that was already growing hard again.

He could hear Jungkook’s breathing, heavy and uneven. Even on his knees, the younger was barely holding himself up, trembling miserably at every touch.

And I’m supposed to be just an experiment? Taehyung thought with a quiet scoff.

“Tell me”

“N-No—nghn” Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut when he felt Taehyung’s teeth sink into the same spot on his shoulder where he had just pressed a kiss. It wasn’t harsh, but deep enough to sting, just enough to make Jungkook’s skin tingle and his breath hitch. Taehyung’s bite dragged slightly before he released, his tongue soothing over the mark as if in apology

Though the smirk on his lips said otherwise.

“I’ll be good, baby” Taehyung whispered, his voice dark and laced with promise, like the devil coaxing a sinner into temptation. “Hyung swears he’ll make you feel so good you won’t be able to think about anything else. You’ll beg for more, cry for it—” His fingers ghosted along Jungkook’s waist, teasing the sensitive skin there. “—fuck, all you’d be able to do is whimper my name like a prayer.”

“Taehyung” Jungkook protested with a needy whine, but his body betrayed him. His back arched involuntarily, pushing his ass harder against Taehyung’s semi-hard cock. The friction sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through both of them, pulling a deep growl from Taehyung’s throat.

“Come on” Taehyung urged again, his patience wearing thin.

The game had gone on long enough. Why did Jungkook have to be so fucking stubborn? His own restraint was slipping, and he was growing restless. His hand slowly traveled up Jungkook’s body, until his fingers brushed over one of the younger’s nipples. He traced lazy circles around it before flicking it between his fingers, making the bud harden under his touch.

The reaction was instant.

Jungkook’s breath stuttered, his body tensing before a low, shaky moan escaped his lips. His head fell forward against the mattress, his resolve crumbling entirely, and Taehyung chuckled in satisfaction.

"You’re so damn sensitive—" Taehyung’s smirk faltered the second something clicked in his head. "Wait… you’re sensitive." He repeated, softer this time, realization dawning on him. He watched as Jungkook’s body tensed at his words, the slight tremor in his frame giving him away entirely.

“M’not,” Jungkook mumbled, his face buried in the mattress, refusing to meet Taehyung’s gaze. His cheeks were already burning, betraying him even further.

But Taehyung wasn’t paying attention to his words anymore. His hands were already moving, reaching up to Jungkook’s chest, fingers finding his nipples again. He rolled them between his fingers before giving them another sharp pinch.

Jungkook jerked violently, his whole body shuddering at the overstimulation, a broken whimper escaping his lips as he tried to squirm away, but Taehyung held him firmly in place.

"Fuck, Jungkook—" Taehyung let out a breathy laugh, "you are sensitive." His grip tightened slightly as he tugged at the hardened buds again, watching the way Jungkook’s body reacted so beautifully under his touch. "Is that why you don’t want me to make you come again? You get hypersensitive, don’t you?"

"T-Tae, please d-don’t—" Jungkook’s voice broke into a choked, pleading whimper, his fingers clutching desperately at the sheets. "It’s so fucking embarrassing…"

Taehyung grimaced at that, a slight frown settling between his brows. "It’s not. Who the hell made you think it was?"

Silence.

“Jungkook?" Taehyung called again, but there was no response.

With a quiet sigh, his hands moved to Jungkook’s hips, flipping him over onto his back so they could finally face each other. But Jungkook reacted instantly, his hands flying up to shield his face, Taehyung catching sight of the telltale flush creeping up the tips of his ears.

"Bun, look at me"

Jungkook shook his head.

Taehyung let out another sigh before tapping the side of his thigh. "Please" he murmured, voice low and coaxing.

A brief moment of hesitation passed before Jungkook finally peeked through his fingers, then slowly lowered his hands completely.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer

Jungkook rolled his eyes, turning his head to the side as he replied with a pout. “Like I said, it’s embarrassing. Makes me look weak and whiny, like a girl with a sensitive pussy.”

Taehyung snorted at that. “You seriously need to stop listening to whatever bullshit your hookups tell you. It’s ridiculous.” He guessed, unimpressed

Jungkook just shrugged. “Where’s the lie, though? It’s actually pathetic to see a guy getting—ahn!”

His words were cut short as his back arched off the bed, a sharp gasp tearing from his throat when Taehyung’s large hand wrapped firmly around his cock, squeezing tight, dark eyes piercing right through him.

Jungkook shuddered at the sight, his fingers digging into Taehyung’s bicep as he looked up at him with wide, dazed eyes, a soft whine slipping past his lips at the firm pressure below.

Taehyung’s hooded gaze remained locked onto him as he leaned in, stopping just inches from Jungkook’s face.

“I honestly have no fucking interest in hearing you cry over some stupid insecurity a random girl put in your head. There’s nothing embarrassing about being a whiny slut”

Jungkook’s cock twitched in response, thickening and throbbing in his grip at that, drawing Taehyung’s attention downward, where a bead of precum was already leaking out.

The older man watched as his thumb made slow, circular motions over Jungkook’s slit, smearing the precum across his flushed, pink tip. Lifting his gaze, he took in the sight before him—Jungkook’s face was burning with desperation, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip in a futile attempt to stifle his moans. His thighs squeezed together as he slightly wiggled his hips, the need in his body betraying his silence.

“Fuck, I’m done. I’m gonna wreck you” Taehyung growled in a sudden snap.

He moved quickly, shifting up against the headboard and dragging Jungkook with him. With an effortless motion, he pulled the younger onto his lap, settling him right against his chest.

“T-Taehyung, what are you—”

“You know about the traffic lights thing, bun?” Taehyung murmured, his lips brushing against Jungkook’s ear, completely ignoring the confusion that flickered across his face.

Jungkook immediately turned his head, eyes meeting Taehyung’s dark, predatory gaze—the kind that made it clear he saw Jungkook as nothing more than a feast, served on a silver platter just for him.

His mouth opened, but no sound came out. So, he simply nodded.

Taehyung wasted no time, his hands sliding beneath Jungkook’s thighs before spreading them wide apart. Jungkook yelped in response, his breath hitching as his body tensed from the sudden exposure.

“M’gonna touch you” Taehyung murmured, his voice low and husky. “Touch every part of you until you cry from overstimulation and moan like my slut. Jungkook, do you hear me?”

No, Jungkook didn’t hear him, not properly at least. His mind had gone completely blank the second Taehyung whispered those filthy promises into his ear. His toes curled in anticipation, his body already trembling at the thought of what was to come.

“Bun”

“Yes, I heard you” Jungkook cut in quickly, impatience lacing his voice.

A deep chuckle vibrated against his back, and then, warm lips ghosted over the side of his neck, barely touching yet sending a sharp jolt down his spine.

Jungkook shivered, his thighs twitching as Taehyung let his lips brush, featherlight, over the soft expanse of his milky skin. He sucked in a breath when Taehyung finally placed a chaste kiss against his pulse, a stark contrast to the way his fingers gripped his thighs so possessively.

But the tenderness disappeared.

Taehyung’s teeth sank into his neck, sharp enough to leave a mark, and Jungkook gasped, his back arching into the sensation. His cock twitched, throbbing eagerly, making him whimper in need.

Taehyung groaned, sucking over the bite, his tongue laving over the tender skin, as if soothing the ache—only to bite down again. Jungkook whimpered, his fingers tangling desperately in Taehyung’s hair, his body already trembling from the intensity.

“Already falling apart?” he teased, dragging his tongue along the fresh bruise he had just left. “I’ve barely even started.”

“S-Stop being a tease,” Jungkook tried to protest, but the words came out weak, more of a whimper than anything else.

His head lolled back against Taehyung’s shoulder, his body trembling as deft fingers danced over his chest, circling a nipple before giving it a sharp pinch. Taehyung toyed with it, rolling and tugging like it wasn’t making Jungkook twitch in his lap, his legs kicking weakly as heat coiled deep in his stomach.

“Nghn—s-said s-stop,” Jungkook tried again. His cock—already painfully hard—lay flushed against his stomach, smearing precum along his abs, throbbing with every teasing flick of Taehyung’s fingers.

Taehyung didn’t listen. With his other hand, he trailed up to Jungkook’s mouth, pressing two fingers against his plush, parted lips before slipping them past, shoving them deep onto his tongue. “Suck” He ordered, voice low “make it wet until you drool on it”

Jungkook obeyed instantly. His lips sealed around Taehyung’s fingers as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking greedily.

His tongue swirled, teasing the digits like he wasn’t just sucking on fingers but something much thicker, much heavier. He bobbed his head slightly, letting out soft, muffled sounds as he worked them over, saliva spilling past his lips, dribbling down his chin.

Taehyung groaned at the sight, the warm suction, the slick heat of Jungkook’s mouth making his own cock twitch, pressing hot and heavy against the curve of Jungkook’s ass.

His breath turned uneven, and without thinking, he pushed his fingers deeper, watching with dark eyes as Jungkook gagged slightly before adjusting, swallowing him down with a muffled moan.

Once Taehyung decided it was enough, he pulled his fingers from Jungkook’s mouth, dragging them down his flushed body. His fingertips trailed lower, teasing over his stomach before finally reaching their destination.

He traced the rim of Jungkook’s hole—soft, warm, twitching under his touch. Jungkook whined, his hips jerking slightly as if the mere brush of Taehyung’s fingers was too intense, setting every nerve alight.

Taehyung smirked. He let only the very tip of his finger push inside, just a tease, just enough to feel the heat before pulling it away again. And then he did it again. In. Out. Just the tip, just a fleeting taste.

His amusement only grew as he watched Jungkook clench around nothing, his rim fluttering, greedily trying to pull his finger back in.

“Greedy little hole you’ve got there, bun” Taehyung murmured, voice laced with wicked delight.

With no warning, he pushed a single finger in with one swift movement, only to pull it out just as fast.

Jungkook was about to snap at him, a sharp retort ready on his tongue, but all that left his lips was a choked moan when Taehyung finally slid two fingers in deep, stretching him suddenly. Jungkook's breath hitched, eyes squeezing shut as he gasped for air, his heel pressing against the bed in an attempt to retreat from the unexpected intrusion.

But Taehyung was quicker. He wrapped a strong arm around Jungkook’s waist, holding him in place before pushing him back down with firm pressure. “Color?” he asked, fingers curling slightly inside, teasingly wiggling against sensitive walls.

Jungkook trembled. “F-Fūck, Tae—”

“I said color.”

“G-Green. Fuck” Jungkook panted.

Taehyung hummed in satisfaction, his lips ghosting over Jungkook’s ear as his fingers moved, slow, stretching him open with measured precision. He pushed in deep, letting Jungkook feel every inch of his long, slender fingers as they curled inside him.

Jungkook panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly, thighs twitching as Taehyung’s fingers delved deeper. The stretch, the warmth, the way those skilled fingers scissored just slightly before thrusting again—it was overwhelming, too much

Where is it? Taehyung thought, brows furrowing slightly as he let his fingers search. He wanted to ruin Jungkook, to make him fall apart just like he had when that pretty mouth had been wrapped around him minutes ago. He wanted him gasping, mind blank, completely wrecked.

His fingers twisted, thrusting in slow, knuckles pressing against tight, fluttering walls. He shifted his wrist slightly, adjusting the angle—brushing and grazing—until,

Jungkook’s entire body jerked.

A sobbed moan tore from his lips, high and desperate, as Taehyung’s fingers pressed right against that spot, firm and unrelenting. His back arched, thighs trembling violently as the sudden pleasure crashed over him like a tidal wave.

“There it is” Taehyung chuckled, his voice low and pleased. He pressed his fingers against Jungkook’s prostate again, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over the sensitive spot before his pace shifted—faster, deeper.

Every thrust of his fingers landed right where it needed to, pushing Jungkook further into the haze of pleasure.

Jungkook was a mess. Taehyung was only fingering him, yet, his entire body felt like it was on the verge of breaking. His cock throbbed against his stomach, neglected and leaking precum, aching for attention.

His instincts screamed at him to pull away, the overstimulation becoming unbearable.

But instead, his body betrayed him. Instead of retreating, his hips moved on their own, rolling down to meet each thrust of Taehyung’s fingers, desperate for more.

Taehyung let out a quiet laugh at that

“Y-you think that’s—ah, f-funny, you jerk” Jungkook moaned as his hips kept moving uncontrollably.

“Can you blame me?” Taehyung mused, smirking. “Watching you bounce on my fingers so prettily—it’s entertaining.”

“Fuck you.”

“Hm, already doing,” Taehyung whispered in his ear before biting down on his earlobe with a growl, feeling his cock slide between Jungkook’s ass cheeks.

The younger whimpered when he felt the pressure of Taehyung’s hard erection against him. “Fuck y-you’re so h-hard.”

“Yeah? And whose fault do you think that is?” Taehyung exhaled, his hips moving instinctively, grinding against Jungkook’s ass, the slightest friction making him groan in pleasure. Jungkook’s body was heavenly—his thick thighs, taut muscles flexing with every movement, a small waist that made his round ass look even more perfect.

His physique was a perfect mix of strength and softness.

Finally, Taehyung decided to give some attention to the part of Jungkook that had been throbbing so pitifully, neglected for too long.

The moment his fingers wrapped around him, barely even applying pressure, Jungkook let out a sharp gasp. “N-No!” he stammered, panic lacing his voice. “Don’t, Tae—p-please.”

Taehyung raised a brow at that, but instead of pulling away, he gave a slow, firm stroke down his length.

“Taehyung!” Jungkook cried out, his back arching against Taehyung’s chest, his body seizing up as if struck by lightning. “S-Said no!”

Taehyung stilled immediately. “Color?” He asked, voice calm but serious.

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, his breathing uneven as he whispered, “Green.”

Taehyung snorted, pressing a kiss against Jungkook’s flushed temple. “Stop confusing me, bun. Are you sure you want to continue? You’re so sensitive right now.” He teased lowly with a smirk.

Jungkook swallowed thickly, his body still trembling, but he nodded, pushing himself back against Taehyung’s chest.“Y-Yes.”

“Yes what?” Taehyung prompted

Jungkook let out a shaky breath. “P-Please… continue.”

Taehyung didn’t need more when his hands went back to work, his fingers relentlessly pounding against the spot that made Jungkook moan and shake, perfectly timed with his other hand, which jerked him off with precision, moving rhythmically up and down his cock, pausing to squeeze the head tightly.

Jungkook was moaning so loudly now, barely coherent between the curses that slipped past his trembling lips. His hands clutched desperately at the sheets, gripping them like his life depended on it.

Taehyung had to use his strength to keep him in place, as Jungkook squirmed from the sensation, his thighs trying to close, but held back by Taehyung’s arm.

“T-Tae—Tae… Taehyung” Jungkook whined, his voice breaking as his back arched, creating a perfect curve that pressed his body flush against Taehyung’s chest. His thighs trembled violently, barely able to hold still.

“Yeah baby, that’s my name” Taehyung murmured, his tone dangerously calm as he continued his merciless torment.

And to think Jungkook had been embarrassed about being in this state, if only he could see himself. If only he could watch through a mirror and witness just how breathtaking he looked, completely unraveling, consumed by pleasure.

Jungkook’s head fell back against Taehyung’s shoulder, his lips parting in helpless gasps, breathy ah’s tumbling out one after another. His entire body burned, slick with sweat, trembling like he was on the edge of something devastating. His mind had gone blank, completely numb—no thoughts, no resistance, just raw, overwhelming sensation.

All he could do was take what Taehyung was giving him. And whimper in response.

Taehyung’s lips latched onto Jungkook’s neck, nipping at the sensitive skin before soothing it with his tongue, leaving a trail of bruises that would stay for days. But before he could continue his teasing, Jungkook’s fingers tangled into his hair, gripping tight.

With surprising force, he yanked Taehyung’s head back, forcing their eyes to meet.

Taehyung smirked at the sight “You look so fucked—“

Jungkook crashed their lips together before he could finish, swallowing whatever smug remark Taehyung had planned.

Taehyung’s eyes widened in complete shock as he felt Jungkook’s tongue plunging deep into his mouth, a low groan rumbling from his throat. The younger moaned into Taehyung’s mouth, his entire body still trembling as Taehyung’s fingers never stopped their relentless movements inside him. Every stroke, every push against that devastating spot inside sent sparks through his veins, making him whimper between kisses.

“Jungkook, you…” Taehyung finally mumbled close to his lips, his gaze intense as he looked at him. “You never kiss your hookups?”

“You are not a hookup, hyung” Jungkook murmured, his half-lidded eyes still hazy

Something inside Taehyung shifted. A foreign emotion crashed into him, making his heart pound violently in his chest. His breath hitched for a split second before he swallowed hard. His hands stilled.

Then, abruptly, he pulled them away.

Jungkook whimpered at the loss, his body trembling, instinctively seeking the warmth that had just disappeared.

“Turn around” Taehyung ordered, his voice low and rough as he pushed himself further into the pillows.

“Hyung…” Jungkook’s voice was small

“Turn around, Jungkook” Taehyung repeated, this time firmer, more commanding.

Jungkook obeyed. But even the slightest movement felt like too much. His body was oversensitive, every shift sending a sharp, unbearable jolt through him. His muscles quivered, his breath hitched with every small adjustment.

A soft, broken whimper escaped him as he finally settled back onto Taehyung’s stomach, his eyes cast downward in a confused frown.

"Good. Fuck my mouth now, bun."

Jungkook’s eyes widened in complete shock. “W-what?”

Taehyung sighed, placing his hands firmly on Jungkook’s thick thighs. “I said, fuck my mouth. Come on.”

“B-but—”

Rolling his eyes, Taehyung wasn’t about to sit around waiting. He could see Jungkook’s cock twitching in anticipation right in front of his face. With a firm grip, he grabbed Jungkook’s ass and pulled him forward. The younger yelped in surprise before a moan tore from his throat as his cock slid past Taehyung’s lips. “Ah! T-Tae—”

Jungkook looked down, immediately locking eyes with Taehyung’s dark, hooded gaze. His plump lips were stretched around Jungkook’s length, his cheeks hollowed, and the sight alone nearly made Jungkook cum on the spot.

Taehyung tapped Jungkook’s thigh, signaling him to move, but the younger was completely frozen, staring down at him with those big, doe-like eyes.

Exhaling through his nose, Taehyung’s patience ran thin. He landed a sharp slap on Jungkook’s ass, making him jolt and whimper—finally snapping him out of his daze.

His hips twitched before he hesitantly thrust forward, pushing his cock deep into Taehyung’s throat. Taehyung groaned in satisfaction, his grip tightening around Jungkook’s ass, pulling him in even deeper. His tongue swirled around him, tasting the precum that leaked heavily onto his tongue, warm and heady.

Jungkook was completely wrecked, his body trembling as ragged moans spilled from his swollen lips. His voice cracked from overuse, choked with pleasure and desperation.

“T-Tae, t-too m-much—too much, s-stop,” he gasped between shallow breaths, yet his hips kept rolling forward, fucking into Taehyung’s mouth on instinct.

Another sharp slap met his thigh, demanding his attention.

Jungkook’s glazed-over eyes drifted down, pupils blown wide, shimmering like a beaten puppy’s.

Taehyung arched a brow, waiting. He knew exactly what Taehyung was asking.

Jungkook swallowed hard, his throat bobbing before he whispered hoarsely, “Green.”

Taehyung hummed around Jungkook’s cock, sending a deep vibration through him that made the younger whimper in response. At the same time, he pushed two fingers back inside his hole.

Jungkook cried out at the sudden intrusion, fresh tears springing to the corners of his eyes as the overwhelming sensation crashed over him. He had never felt this overstimulated before—every nerve in his body was on fire, his sensitivity reaching unbearable heights, his mind a complete haze of pleasure and exhaustion.

Taehyung groaned at the sight, fisting his own cock as he watched Jungkook sob against his mouth, hips snapping forward into his throat before pushing back against his fingers.

“TAE—!” Jungkook finally screamed, his voice breaking into a loud, desperate moan as he came undone. His cock pulsed violently before spilling hot ropes of cum inside Taehyung’s mouth, emptying himself completely with no restraint as Taehyung continued to roll his lips around him, milking him for every last drop.

Taehyung swallowed everything without hesitation, not wasting a single drop. It didn’t take long before his own release hit him, a low, guttural groan tearing from his throat as he spilled into his own hand, his body shuddering at the intensity.

Jungkook collapsed onto the bed, his body completely numb, slightly trembling with aftershocks. His chest rose and fell erratically, his flushed cheeks streaked with silent tears. His fingers twitched weakly against the sheets, but he didn’t have the strength to move. Only the ghost of his own ragged breathing filled the room.

Taehyung slowly leaned over him, watching him with softened eyes before daring to press a gentle kiss against his swollen lips. “You were so good for me, bun.” He whispered with a small, affectionate smile.

Jungkook barely made a sound, just a quiet whimper against his lips, his eyelids fluttering but never fully opening. He was completely spent, his body too exhausted to do anything else.

Taehyung chuckled under his breath before finally pushing himself off the bed. He padded over to the bathroom, grabbing a warm, damp cloth to clean them both up.

Returning to the bed, he carefully wiped Jungkook down first, being as gentle as possible with his oversensitive skin.

Jungkook barely stirred, only letting out soft, tired sighs as Taehyung cleaned the mess off of him, then himself.

Once he was done, Taehyung tossed the cloth aside and slipped back into bed, immediately pulling Jungkook into his arms.

The younger melted into him instantly, sighing in relief as his head found its place against Taehyung’s chest. His body curled into the warmth, nuzzling instinctively against him before finally succumbing to sleep.

Taehyung exhaled softly, pressing a lingering kiss to Jungkook’s hair before closing his own eyes, his arms tightening protectively around him.

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The next morning, Taehyung was in the kitchen, casually preparing breakfast for himself and Jungkook. The warm scent of eggs and toast filled the air as he hummed softly, absentmindedly flipping the food in the pan.

Then suddenly—loud rumbling echoed from the bedroom, followed by hurried footsteps in the hallway.

Taehyung turned around just in time to see Jungkook rushing into the kitchen. Their eyes met for a brief moment before Jungkook stormed up to him and grabbed him by the collar.

“Hyung!”

Taehyung blinked, momentarily thrown off. “What’s up, bun— I mean, Jungkook” he corrected himself quickly, watching the younger with careful eyes. He had no idea what kind of mood Jungkook was in. Did he realize what had happened last night? Was he angry about it now?

Jungkook frowned, his lips jutting into a pout as he spoke in a completely serious tone. “Have you ever tried the missionary position with one of your hookups?”

Taehyung choked on his own breath at the unexpected question, his eyes widening in disbelief. “Fucking what!?”

“You know, that position where—” Jungkook started but cut himself off with a startled yelp when Taehyung suddenly twisted their positions, pushing him against the counter.

“Is this your new way of flirting with me, bun?” Taehyung murmured, his voice dangerously low as his lips ghosted over Jungkook’s, teasing but not quite touching.

“Maybe” Jungkook answered simply, before yanking Taehyung by the collar and crashing their lips together in a heated, messy kiss.

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Chapter Three

Seven days

It had been seven fucking days since Jungkook had asked Taehyung if he had ever tried the missionary position with one of his hookups—his way of luring him into practicing it with him too. Cuz fuck Taehyung was good in bed. And that was just from his fingers and mouth alone. Jungkook hadn’t even experienced the full extent of what he was capable of, and yet, he was already completely hooked.

That’s exactly why he had convinced himself that he needed more than just fingers inside him. Maybe he wanted something bigger, something harder—something that would stretch him open and fill him completely.

And what better option than the thick cock of his dear roommate, Taehyung?

The thing is, that day in the kitchen when they had been making out like crazy, hands wandering, bodies pressing closer—things had escalated fast.

Jungkook had been grinding against Taehyung’s thigh, needy and shameless, while Taehyung’s big hands explored his body, gripping his waist and squeezing his ass possessively

Only for them to get rudely interrupted by Taehyung’s fucking friend, who just had to show up at the worst possible moment.

Poor Namjoon had to come over and whine about his shitty life; how nothing was going right at school, how things with his boyfriend were a mess.

And sure, Jungkook wasn’t heartless. Namjoon had every right to lean on Taehyung for support, but damn, couldn’t he have waited a few hours? A day even—if they ended up fucking all night?

Because after Namjoon had spent the entire fucking afternoon at their place, Taehyung—ever the genius, decided that the best way to blow off steam was to hit the clubs. He’d invited Jungkook too, flashing that stupidly charming grin like it was some grand idea, but Jungkook had just shrugged him off with a lazy nah, claiming he wasn’t in the mood to go out.

When, in reality, all he really wanted was for Taehyung to fuck him senseless.

And that’s how he ended up spending the rest of the evening alone, slumped on the couch, staring blankly at whatever was on TV, not even paying attention to what he was actually watching.

Then finally, at 1 AM, Taehyung stumbled through the door.

One look, and Jungkook knew he wasn’t getting shit tonight.

Exhaustion was written all over Taehyung’s face, his movements sluggish as he mumbled something completely incoherent before collapsing onto the couch beside him, passing out instantly. Leaving Jungkook to sit there, pouting in frustration.

Of course, Jungkook was excited the next morning, convincing himself that maybe today would be the day.

That Taehyung would wake up, remember exactly where they had left off, and immediately take action—grabbing Jungkook, pinning him down, and wrecking him in his bed.

But he fucking didn’t.

All Taehyung did was walk into the kitchen, still half-asleep, hair a complete mess, trudging over to the fridge to grab the carton of milk, only to take three big gulps straight from it.

Jungkook grimaced at the sight. “Hyung, we have glasses for a reason” he said, his brows furrowed in disapproval.

Taehyung only laughed as he walked past him, reaching out to ruffle Jungkook’s hair in a teasing, careless way.

“Good morning to you too.”

And just like that, he was gone.

Jungkook sat there, staring at the empty space Taehyung had just occupied, before slamming his chopsticks down on the table. “Fucking dumbass” he muttered under his breath.

So seven fucking days now

And Jungkook was sexually frustrated as hell.

He’d told himself he should just bring it up again. Ask the question as boldly as he had the first time. But somehow, every time he called Taehyung over to talk about it… he lost his nerve.

One single eye contact, and suddenly, he was mumbling like a shy idiot, switching to some random-ass topic as if the whole thing had never happened.

That’s exactly why he’d decided to stop talking. Instead of asking, he was just going to take actions

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His first plan was simple: seduce Taehyung into fucking him.

So, like every Friday night, they were back on the couch, watching a movie together. And to set the mood, Jungkook had deliberately chosen a romantic film—something to get the atmosphere right.

Taehyung hadn’t complained. He just shrugged and said he didn’t care about the genre as long as the movie was good.

With the film playing and both of them comfortably seated on the couch, a slight gap between their legs, Jungkook suddenly panicked internally as a crucial question hit him out of nowhere.

How the hell do you seduce a guy?!

Shit

He should’ve looked this up beforehand. Now he had no choice but to improvise. Though, really, how different could it be from seducing a girl?

Right?

Yeah he just had to use his charm. Smirking to himself, he decided to go for it.

So that’s how Jungkook casually stretched, arms reaching wide before conveniently letting one fall over Taehyung’s shoulder, his gaze still fixed on the TV as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

He felt Taehyung’s head slowly turn, his gaze flicking toward the arm now resting on him, before snapping back up to Jungkook’s face. Even without looking directly, Jungkook felt the weight of his stare burning into the side of his head.

Jungkook swallowed hard.

Slowly, he turned his head, locking eyes with him. Taehyung’s sharp, jaded gaze met his, scrutinizing. Jungkook feigned innocence, raising his eyebrows slightly.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Taehyung asked, voice calm but laced with suspicion.

He simply shrugged. “Just chillin’.”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes at him for a second before rolling them and turning his attention back to the movie.

After a brief moment, Jungkook made his next move.

Slowly, he pulled Taehyung into his arms, guiding him until the older’s head was nuzzled against his chest. A loud, exasperated sigh followed.

"Jungkook"

Jungkook fought back a smirk before leaning in close, his nose grazing Taehyung’s temple as he whispered against his ear, “Shh, hyung. The main characters are about to kiss, don’t ruin the moment.”

“What the fuck does that have to do with—” Taehyung started to protest, but his words died in his throat the second Jungkook’s other hand slid onto his thigh, fingers lightly brushing over the bare skin peeking out from beneath his shorts.

Jungkook’s fingers traced slow, featherlight patterns over Taehyung’s thigh as he exhaled softly, his lips grazing the shell of his ear. “Look at them” he murmured, his voice dipping into something almost hypnotic. “So in love… you just know they’re gonna fuck deep and slow—like they’ve been craving it for days”

Jungkook’s hand trailed higher, slipping beneath the hem of Taehyung’s shorts, inching dangerously close to where he wanted it most. His fingers grazed warm skin, his breath hitching at the realization that he was just inches away from Taehyung’s cock.

Fuck. The thought alone had him nearly drooling.

But just as his fingertips grazed the sensitive skin of Taehyung’s inner thigh, a sharp jolt of pain shot through his chest.

“Ah—fuck!” Jungkook yelped, body jerking back as Taehyung’s hand twisted at his nipple in a cruel pinch. His hand flew up to cover the assaulted area, eyes wide with shock.

Taehyung pushed himself up from the couch, throwing a dark glare his way. “This ain’t fucking porn, you desperate little shit.” His tone was low. Then, with a scoff he turned away, muttering, “And of course, you just had to ruin this movie too. Thanks a lot, Jungkook.”

Before Taehyung could take another step, Jungkook was on his feet, grabbing his wrist in a desperate attempt to stop him. But Taehyung had no interest in continuing this conversation.

With smooth, effortless ease, he twisted his arm, breaking free from Jungkook’s grip in one swift motion. Before Jungkook could react, Taehyung swept him off balance, grabbing him by the waist and shoving him back onto the couch. Jungkook barely had time to gasp before Taehyung was on him, pinning him down with his full weight, thighs caging him in, strong hands gripping his wrists.

And then—fuck

A large, warm palm wrapped around Jungkook’s throat, not squeezing, but firm enough to send a sharp jolt of something dark and thrilling down his spine.

"End of discussion" he growled, voice low and rough, the vibrations of it sinking into Jungkook’s skin. "Don’t make me fucking repeat myself."

Finally, just as quickly as he had him caged, Taehyung let go. He pushed himself up, stepping away without a second glance, leaving the room as if nothing had happened.

Jungkook, meanwhile, lay there in complete shock, staring blankly at the ceiling, heart pounding, mind reeling and body aching in ways he didn’t even want to think about.

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Jungkook’s second plan? Make Taehyung jealous.

Because there was no way the older man would keep ignoring him if he saw Jungkook having fun with someone else.

That’s how he ended up bringing home some random girl from his university—someone eager, who didn’t hesitate when he pulled her onto his lap.

They ended up on the couch, her lips desperately crashing against his, hands roaming, hips grinding down on him in slow, teasing rolls.

But Jungkook’s mind wasn’t really on her.

His hands were on her waist, his mouth moving against hers, but his gaze was locked on the entrance, pulse thrumming with anticipation. He wasn’t thinking about the girl in his lap, he was thinking about Taehyung. About the moment he’d walk through that door and find them like this.

Just like that, Taehyung strode into the living room and came to an abrupt halt when his eyes locked onto Jungkook’s. His dark gaze was burning into him while the girl on his lap kept grinding against him, completely oblivious.

For a second, neither of them spoke. Then Jungkook’s gaze flickered downward.

Taehyung’s fist was clenched, so tight his knuckles had turned white.

Oh, he was pissed.

Jungkook barely held back a smirk as he lazily pulled away from the girl’s lips, tilting his head with fake innocence. “Hi, hyung.”

Now he’s gonna tell me to kick her out and fuck me instead Jungkook thought smugly, convinced that his plan had worked.

“The least you could've done is warn me” Taehyung said, voice eerily nonchalant, too calm for someone whose eyes were burning with something else entirely. “I’ll leave you to it. Just don’t fuck on the couch” he added sharply as he turned to leave.

Jungkook’s smirk faltered. That wasn’t what he expected. He scrambled for something, anything that would get a reaction out of him and before he could stop himself, the words tumbled out.

“Don’t worry, hyung. Fucking someone in missionary on the couch isn’t even that good”

Taehyung froze mid-step.

Jungkook’s heart pounded. He watched as Taehyung’s shoulders tensed, the muscles in his back flexing before he exhaled a slow, heavy sigh.

A beat of silence.

Then, without another word, Taehyung mumbled a quiet “Whatever” and walked out, slamming the door so hard behind him that the walls shook.

Jungkook flinched.

“I wouldn’t mind getting fucked on the couch, you know” the girl murmured with a smirk, leaning in closer.

Jungkook blinked at her. Then frowned.

He let out a slow breath before gently pushing her off his lap. “Yeah, well… we’re not fucking. I’m not in the mood.”

Her expression twisted in disbelief. “What!?”

“I’m sorry, but—” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as frustration curled in his chest. “Just… you should go.” His tone was firm.

She scoffed, eyes flashing with irritation as she stood up. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Jungkook exhaled sharply. “Girl, just leave. You couldn’t even get me hard—” He stopped mid-sentence, glancing down instinctively. “Fuck, I'm not even hard?!” he muttered in confusion.

Her face darkened with rage. “Maybe the problem isn’t me, but you, fucking asshole” she spat before storming off, stomping out of the apartment and slamming the door behind her.

The second she was gone, Jungkook groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Argh fuck you, Kim Taehyung” he growled under his breath, body buzzing with frustration.

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“How do I get Taehyung to fuck me in missionary?”

Namjoon nearly choked on his coffee, sputtering as he coughed violently. His eyes widened in pure disbelief as he stared at Jungkook.

Yeah, so... plan three: ask for help.

Namjoon had been Taehyung’s friend for a long time now, which meant he should be able to offer some solid advice. Plus, he was gay too, so if anyone could guide him through this, it had to be him. Right?

“Jungkook, what the fuck” Namjoon said, grabbing a napkin to wipe his mouth, still looking at him like he’d just lost his mind.

“You have to help me, hyung” Jungkook pleaded, lips forming a slight pout.

“How— I have way too many questions right now. I don’t even know where to start.”

“Then don’t ask any. Just answer mine.” Jungkook shrugged, casually taking a sip of his coffee like he hadn’t just dropped the wildest question of the century.

Namjoon narrowed his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief. “Last I checked, Taehyung told me you were straight.”

“I am.”

Namjoon scoffed. “No straight man asks another, how to get a guy to fuck him, Jungkook.” His tone was dead serious.

“Well… maybe I’m an exception” Jungkook tried to justify, though even to his own ears, it didn’t sound convincing.

“Jungkook” Namjoon repeated, voice dropping lower, as if daring him to say something that made sense.

"Alright, fine. Maybe there’s a tiny—inimini—percentage of gayness in me" Jungkook whispered, leaning in over the table. "But that still doesn’t answer my question."

"And why the hell do you suddenly want him to fuck you?" Namjoon demanded, arms crossing over his chest. "Is this some kind of sick curiosity?"

Jungkook gasped dramatically. "What?? No! I mean, you don't know, but he already fucked me dumb with his fingers" he said, raising an eyebrow.

Namjoon stared at him in pure horror, as if that was the last thing he ever wanted to hear. And Jungkook knew damn well he had no interest in listening to this, but honestly, he had no one else to talk to. So he pressed on.

"I know it sounds weird, but it started off as curiosity, then he made me feel it, and it was so intense, so good—he literally made me cry from pleasure—"

"Spare me the details or I’m leaving" Namjoon cut him off, shoving his coffee away as if the mere conversation had killed his appetite.

Jungkook sighed as he continued “The next day, I went straight to him, feeling all this damn courage to ask him to fuck me in missionary. But then someone decided to barge in and whine about their life, and since then, Taehyung’s been acting like nothing happened.” He finished the sentence, narrowing his eyes so Namjoon would understand exactly who he meant.

“Well, excuse me for having a complicated life” Namjoon shot back.

“You’ll be forgiven the moment Taehyung shoves his dick in me” Jungkook responded with a smirk.

Namjoon groaned, running a hand through his hair, before exhaling in defeat and nodding. “Fine, I can’t promise you’ll get the perfect advice to make him, you know—but maybe I can help you understand why he’s acting like this.”

“Yeah, so what about it?”

“Err, if I’m being logical, and given how you’re still kind of in denial about the fact that you’re probably mostly gay, have you made any advances lately to try to seduce him? Like, treated Taehyung the way you would any of the girls you’ve been with?”

“Yeah!” Jungkook said with a big smile, nodding enthusiastically. But he wiped it off his face immediately when he saw Namjoon shoot him a judgmental look. “I... shouldn’t have, right?”

“Of course, you fucking shouldn’t have, dumbass!” Namjoon groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose like he was actually in pain.

“Jungkook, get this through your thick skull—Taehyung is not a girl. He’s a man who, from what I gather, has already had his fingers and mouth all over you. So stop—” He gestured wildly, searching for the right words. “Stop acting like he’s some clueless chick you can giggle at and wink your way into bed with! Taehyung isn’t gonna fall for your usual bullshit. If you actually want something with him, you need to figure your shit out instead of playing dumb and hoping he’ll do all the work.”

Jungkook blinked, lips parting slightly before a pout settled on his face, eyebrows drawing together. “But I’ve never been with a guy before! How the hell am I supposed to know—”

“There’s nothing to know” Namjoon cut him off, exasperated. “Just be yourself, do what feels right, but for the love of god, stop treating him like a girl.”

Jungkook stared down at his coffee in deep contemplation as Namjoon’s words slowly sank in. “So… I have to seduce him in a womanly way?”

Namjoon blinked. “What?”

“Like, bat my eyelashes at him? Play with my hair when I talk? Make my voice all soft and shy—oh! Or maybe I could giggle at everything he says and gently touch his arm like ‘oh my god, Taehyung, you’re sooo funny~’”

Namjoon looked like he was actively fighting the urge to strangle him. “Jungkook. You are so fucking hopeless.”

“Hyung!” He whined with a pout.

“Two men, Jungkook! You’re both men, for fuck’s sake.” He growled in desperation.

“Aha!! Which is exactly why I’m gonna flex my biceps in front of him!” Jungkook declared, nodding like he had just cracked the code of the universe. “Thanks, hyung!”

And that’s how, he shot up from his seat and bolted out of the café without a second thought, leaving Namjoon sitting there, staring blankly at the empty space Jungkook had just occupied.

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Step four: seduce Taehyung, but better than last time. Jungkook was confident—this time, his plan was foolproof.

“Hyung, wanna play Overwatch?” Jungkook asked, poking just his head through the doorway. Inside, Taehyung was sprawled on his bed, lazily scrolling through his phone.

Taehyung glanced up, blinking slowly before nodding. “Sure” he mumbled, sitting up.

Jungkook smiled, fully stepping inside and making his way toward the bed. He barely had time to sit before he heard the sharp inhale

And here it comes he thought smugly.

“What the fuck—” Taehyung blurted out, eyes widening as they dragged down Jungkook’s body. “Why the hell aren’t you wearing anything down there?”

Jungkook blinked, all wide-eyed innocence. “What do you mean? I am.”

Then, as if to prove a point, he grabbed the hem of his oversized hoodie and lifted it, past his stomach, revealing the toned lines of his waist and the snug black boxers hugging his thighs. The fabric stretched deliciously, leaving just enough to the imagination.

Taehyung’s eyes snapped downward before he could stop himself, and Jungkook caught it, saw the way his gaze lingered, darkening for just a second before snapping back up to his face.

Heat crept up Taehyung’s neck, and before he could think, his hands shot forward, grabbing at the hoodie and yanking it back down to cover as much as possible. “That doesn’t count” he grumbled, eyes still wide.

Jungkook only giggled, tilting his head. “I was hot.”

“Then wear a fucking pair of shorts” Taehyung snapped, jaw tight.

Jungkook shrugged. “Don’t want to.” He handed Taehyung a controller, a teasing smirk on his lips. “Anyway, are we playing or not?”

Taehyung grumbled something under his breath before snatching the controller from Jungkook’s hands and launching the game. And just like that they started playing.

At first, Jungkook focused—actually tried to play—but the warmth seeping from Taehyung’s body next to him was… distracting.

Slowly, without making it obvious, Jungkook shifted closer. Just a little at first. Then a little more, until their thighs brushed. His bare skin met the rough fabric of Taehyung’s sweatpants, and the contrast sent an unexpected shiver down his spine.

Jungkook bit his bottom lip, eyes darting back to the screen as if he could force himself to concentrate.

But it was impossible. His gaze kept straying to Taehyung’s hands, to the way his fingers moved smoothly over the controller, to the veins subtly popping out along his knuckles and forearms. They flexed slightly every time he pressed a button.

“You’re so bad” Taehyung chuckled to himself as he kept his eyes on the screen, his voice oddly dropping a few octave lower

Jungkook exhaled a little harder than intended, his breath coming out shakily

Fuck he needs him right now

He lunged forward, hands blindly reaching for Taehyung’s controller as he mashed every button he could touch.

“Jungkook what the—stop! Fucking cheater” Taehyung growled, twisting his body to pull the controller out of reach.

But Jungkook was relentless, laughing breathlessly as he kept grabbing for it, fingers grazing over Taehyung’s hands, his thighs pushing against his as he struggled. The more Taehyung tried to shove him away, the closer Jungkook pressed in, their bodies tangling as the playful fight escalated.

With one final push, Taehyung lost his balance, toppling backward onto the bed. Jungkook followed, momentum sending him straight onto the older’s lap, thighs bracketing his hips.

His hoodie rode up slightly from the movement, exposing more of his thighs and waist as he stretched his arms behind him, blindly feeling for the controller Taehyung had hidden behind his back.

“Just lemme win” Jungkook pouted, his voice dropping into something almost teasing as he leaned in closer.

“In your dreams” Taehyung scoffed, smirking—until the unmistakable sound of his character getting shot echoed through the speakers, followed by a sharp, dramatic DEFEAT

His smirk vanished.

Taehyung’s eyes widened in pure confusion as he stared at Jungkook, searching for an explanation. His brows furrowed before he finally glanced at the screen—only to witness his character drop dead, killed by none other than Jungkook’s. His gaze lowered, and that’s when he noticed, Jungkook’s controller was in his hands.

“Loser” Taehyung murmured as his gaze flicked back up.

Jungkook still perched on his lap, grinned like the devil himself “No” he countered, tilting his head “I actually won.”

Taehyung arched a brow “Yeah?”

Jungkook bit his bottom lip at that, feeling the tension in the room rising like crazy as Taehyung looked darkly at him. He nodded, slowly.

Taehyung chuckled.

Before Jungkook could react, strong hands gripped his waist, and suddenly, the world flipped. His back hit the mattress, a gasp catching in his throat as Taehyung settled between his spread legs, caging him in.

Taehyung braced his hands on either side of Jungkook’s head, leaning in just close enough that Jungkook could feel the heat of his breath ghosting over his lips. The way he looked down at him, dark gaze locked onto his, made Jungkook’s stomach twist and his body tense with anticipation.

The realization hit him then.

They were perfectly lined up—Taehyung slotted between his legs, hovering over him like they were about to fuck in missionary.

Jungkook whimpered.

“Such a fucking…” Taehyung’s voice was thick with amusement as his palm came down in a sharp slap against Jungkook’s thigh. The younger let out a quiet, breathy moan, his body jolting slightly at the impact. “… tease.”

Taehyung’s fingers lingered, warm and firm as they kneaded the soft flesh before delivering another slap. “You think I don’t know what you’re trying to do, bun?” he murmured, voice dipping lower as he leaned in.

Oh, fuck. It’s happening. It’s happening.

Jungkook felt the words seep into his skin, the heat of Taehyung’s breath making heat coiling in his stomach as his blood rushed south, making his boxers feel tighter by the second. And Taehyung—Taehyung fucking knew. His palm slid up, tracing over the bare skin of Jungkook’s inner thigh, teasingly close to where he was starting to strain against the fabric.

“Mmh… what I’m wondering right now is, what exactly are you trying to gain by acting like this?” Taehyung murmured, his fingers continuing their slow exploration, tracing featherlight touches over the heated skin of Jungkook’s inner thigh.

Jungkook swallowed, breath hitching as he stared up at Taehyung through his lashes. The older man didn’t even glance at him, completely focused on the lazy patterns he was drawing, never quite touching where Jungkook needed him the most.

He tried to answer, but it was like his throat had closed up, words refusing to come out while the heat in his stomach coiled tighter. He had waited for this moment—anticipated it, and now that it was here, he couldn’t even speak. Damn it

Suddenly, Taehyung stopped. His fingers stilled, and he finally looked up, locking eyes with Jungkook in a way that made him even more nervous

“I asked you a question, didn’t I, bun?”

Jungkook panicked, lips parting dumbly as the only word he managed to blurt out was a pathetic “What?”

Taehyung sighed, before bringing his palm down once more, landing a firm slap against Jungkook’s thigh. The younger’s body jolted at the sting, his back arching as a soft, breathless whine escaped his lips.

“What’s the fucking reason you’re messing with my nerves like this?” Taehyung growled, his words carrying a low, frustrated intensity.

“W-Want…” Jungkook looked away, face burning with embarrassment. Why the hell did Taehyung need him to say it out loud when it was already so obvious? He squeezed his eyes shut, gathering every ounce of courage before blurting out, “Want you to fuck me.” And because he knew it would drive Taehyung even crazier, he added in a soft, breathy voice “p-please, hyung.”

But Taehyung didn’t waver. He remained completely unfazed, tilting his head slightly before grabbing Jungkook’s jaw, forcing him to look up. His fingers squeezed his cheeks firm and rough

“Want me to fuck you?” he asked, voice deceptively gentle.

Jungkook nodded several times

Taehyung smirked, brushing his nose against Jungkook’s jaw before trailing lower, his lips ghosting over a spot just below his jawline. “Want me to stuff my cock deep inside you? Is that it, bun?” His voice was husky, the words vibrating against Jungkook’s throat.

“Y-yes” Jungkook breathed, his back arching further as he sought more collision, more friction, desperate for the contact.

He felt Taehyung’s grin widen against his sensitive skin, teeth grazing lightly before he pulled back, looking at Jungkook seriously. “Then why don’t you call one of your hookups for that, huh?”

Jungkook snapped out of his daze immediately, furrowing his brows “What!?”

“Yeah, just like last time—go ask one of those girls to grind on your lap and get you off instead.” Taehyung scoffed, mockery dripping from his tone before his body shifted like he was about to leave, already dismissing Jungkook.

Jungkook felt his heart drop, the sting of rejection creeping in before Taehyung had even fully pulled away. But this time, he wasn’t going to let him walk off so easily.

Not when he had already decided that tonight, he was getting exactly what he wanted.

Without a second thought, his hand shot out, gripping Taehyung’s collar in a swift, desperate motion and yanking him back, forcing him to stumble right between his legs.

“It’s not some random hookup I want,” Jungkook breathed, eyes locked onto Taehyung’s with raw determination. “It’s you I want you to be the one to fuck me.”

Taehyung’s jaw clenched, his fingers tightening around Jungkook’s wrist as he pried his hand off. “I’m not one of your fucking options, Jungkook” he bit out. “And I’m sure as hell not some experiment for you to see what it’s like having a dick up your ass.”

“I never said that!” Jungkook whined, his grip tightening on Taehyung’s shirt as if letting go wasn’t an option. He yanked him closer, their noses nearly brushing, breath mingling as he whispered “You have no fucking idea how much I’ve craved this—how long I’ve been waiting.”

Taehyung let out a dry, humorless laugh. “Yeah? You wanted me so badly that you brought some girl to satisfy you instead? Poor little Jungkookie—so desperate for attention, so fucking touch-starved, he couldn’t even keep it in his pants.”

The more he spoke, the darker his gaze became, his fingers unconsciously tightening around Jungkook’s waist. The possessive grip made Jungkook whimper, his body reacting instantly.

“H-Hyung”

“Don’t you fucking dare tell me I’m wrong” Taehyung cut him off lowly.

Jungkook grimaced, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find the right words. For a second, he had nothing. He’d really fucked up with his stupid plan to make Taehyung jealous, and now he was dealing with the annoying consequences.

“Hyung, hear me out” Jungkook tried again, desperation creeping into his voice. “We didn’t—”

“Let go, Jungkook.” Taehyung didn’t even spare him a glance as he yanked at his wrist.

“Taehyungie hyung!”

“What!?”

“We didn’t fuck!!”

Silence

Jungkook’s heart pounded in his chest, as he watched Taehyung’s expression shift, his brows knitting together, lips pressing into a firm line. For a moment, he just stared, eyes dark with disbelief before shaking his head. “Don’t lie to me.”

Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore. His grip tightened on Taehyung’s shirt as he blurted out “We really didn’t. I… I brought her here in the first place to make you jealous.”

The last part was barely more than a whisper, but Taehyung heard it. His gaze, sharp and searching, stayed locked onto Jungkook’s face, waiting to catch even the slightest hint of a lie.

But there was none.

“Why would you try to make me jealous?” He asked confused

Jungkook pouted slightly, frustration creeping into his features.

“Because ever since last time, you’ve done nothing but act like it didn’t happen, while I—” He exhaled shakily. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it. I’ve tried everything to get you to just fuck me already, Taehyung. Hell, I did even tell Namjoon-hyung about it.” His cheeks tinting a faint pink with embarrassment.

Taehyung’s eyes widened. He was just about to ask what the hell Jungkook had gone and said to Namjoon, when he felt something pressing against the inside of his thigh. Something hard. His lips parted in realization, the memory hitting him all at once. Jungkook was painfully hard for him.

Had been for a while now.

A slow, knowing smirk stretched across Taehyung’s lips. He’s been craving this for days, he thought, satisfaction curling warm in his chest.

“What the hell are you smirking at?” Jungkook asked, narrowing his eyes.

Taehyung’s gaze flickered up to meet his, dark amusement dancing in his eyes. “I’m smiling at how fucking desperate you are for me, bun.”

Jungkook scoffed, trying to keep his dignity intact, though the heat creeping up his neck betrayed him. “Desperate is a strong word.” He attempted to argue, his voice just a little too defensive

“Oh yeah? Then tell me—how bad did you want me?” Taehyung tilted his head, gaze burning into him as his voice dripped with curiosity, though his grip on Jungkook’s waist tightened, daring him to lie.

“I told you, I wasn’t that—”

“Tell me.” Taehyung cut him off, lips brushing against Jungkook’s as he spoke, the heat between them crackling like fire. “Did you touch yourself?”

Jungkook swallowed hard when Taehyung’s hooded eyes bore into him deeply, his voice now low and seductive, making Jungkook’s cock throb in his boxer briefs. “I-I did.”

Taehyung hummed as he moved toward his neck, licking the sensitive spot, his breath hot against Jungkook’s skin. “How many times?”

“Every night” Jungkook confessed in a soft whisper, his eyes fluttering shut as Taehyung sucked harder, pushing him to add, “Every night since you touched me, hyung. I haven’t stopped thinking about it—ah.”

Jungkook cut himself off with a soft moan as he felt Taehyung’s hand slip behind him, between the bed and his ass, grabbing him tenderly. Taehyung’s mouth continued its assault on his neck, leaving fresh red hickeys behind.

“Is that so? Tell me more” Taehyung mumbled in a tease, before chuckling when Jungkook whined in protest. “Come on, bun. Hyung wants to know just how good you’ve been for him.”

Jungkook bit down on his lip, his breath shaky. “I… I touched myself thinking about you. About how good it felt—your tongue, your fingers, how deep they were inside me.” His voice wavered, but he couldn’t stop. Not when Taehyung was looking at him like that, like he was waiting for more.

“I wanted to—fuck, I wanted to finger myself too, but I couldn’t, was too scared.”

His heartbeat pounded in his ears, panic creeping in because the more Taehyung stared, the more his mouth worked without permission, spilling every filthy thought he had been drowning in.

“I was so fucking frustrated,” Jungkook admitted “All I could do was tease myself, grind against my pillow thinking about you—about how you’d feel pressing me down, making me take it. I even wore one of your hoodies just to have your scent on me while I fucked myself through a second orgasm, whimpering into the sheets—”

“Stop.”

Taehyung’s voice was rough, but it was too late. Jungkook was already past the point of no return, already too lost in the heat of it all. “You’re the only one who can help me, hyung. The only one who can fill me up the way I need, with your thick cock, stretching me open, stuffing me so full it spills out, mark me, claim me—”

“Jungkook shut the fuck up.”

“Then fuck me, Kim Taehyung” Jungkook growled, voice rough with impatience. Before Taehyung could react, strong thighs locked around his waist, pulling him flush against Jungkook’s body.

Their cocks pressed together through the frustrating layers of fabric, the friction sending a sharp, electric jolt straight through them both. A low, strangled sound ripped from Taehyung’s throat, while Jungkook gasped, pleasure hitting him in waves.

Fuck. Jungkook could feel him. The hard, distinct outline of Taehyung’s cock—thick and heavy, the ridges of his veins pressing against his own. Even through their clothes, it was maddening. He swore he could feel his hole clenching, already gaping in need, desperate to be stretched open and filled until he was shaking and ruined.

His hips moved instinctively, slow at first, grinding down just to feel, to chase that heat, but the drag wasn’t enough. His movements grew more rougher, rutting against Taehyung like he couldn’t help himself, frustrated little whines spilling from his lips. Taehyung sucked in a breath, his head tipping back for a brief moment before he forced himself to look down.

Jungkook was fucking writhing against him with hazy eyes, lips parted as a sheen of sweat already formed on his skin. His body trembled, so shamelessly needy, so desperate for it that Taehyung swore he could feel his own self-control slipping.

"Look at you, can’t even hide how badly you want me."

Jungkook only whimpered in response, grinding harder, his breath coming out in shuddery pants.

Taehyung’s smirk deepened. Just like last time… No—even more than last time.

He was going to make Jungkook cry for his cock.

That much was already decided.

Taehyung’s finger crooked inside the waistband of Jungkook’s boxers, hesitating for just a second before slowly tugging the fabric down. The flushed tip of Jungkook’s cock peeked out, glistening with precum, proof of just how wrecked he already was.

His eyes stayed locked on the sight—Jungkook’s chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, his pretty lips parting in a desperate little huff as he kept grinding down against him. Every roll of his hips sent a shiver up Taehyung’s spine, the friction delicious yet maddeningly slow. He could watch him like this all day, but patience was running thin.

With a sharp tug, Taehyung pulled the boxer briefs lower, finally freeing Jungkook’s cock. He tossed them aside before stripping off his own shirt in one swift motion.

The moment his shirt hit the floor, Jungkook’s movements stuttered, his thighs squeezing around Taehyung as he bit his lip, eyes raking over his roommate’s toned body with raw hunger.

Taehyung chuckled, amused by just how eager he was. He leaned in, breath warm against Jungkook’s cheek. “Alright, enough. Stop moving.”

But Jungkook didn’t stop.

“Bun”

“C-can’t” Jungkook gasped, voice wrecked. “N-need more.” His shaky hand moved toward his own aching cock, desperate for relief, but before he could even brush against himself, Taehyung caught his wrist and slapped it away making him whine pathetically.

Taehyung shifted, sliding his arms beneath Jungkook’s thighs before hooking them over his broad shoulders. With effortless strength, he lifted Jungkook’s lower body off the bed, dragging him closer until he was right where he wanted him.

Jungkook barely had time to process what was happening before the new position left him completely exposed—his back arched off the mattress, legs spread open over Taehyung’s shoulders. The sudden shift sent a sharp gasp from his lips, his fingers clutching desperately at the sheets.

“T-Taehyung—” he yelped, voice cracking at the sheer vulnerability of it.

Taehyung hummed in satisfaction, his grip firm as he held Jungkook in place. He dipped his head lower, his breath warm against sensitive skin, making Jungkook shiver.“M’gonna open you up, bun” he murmured “stay still”

Jungkook tried, but the second Taehyung’s breath ghosted over his hole, he squirmed instinctively, a whimper slipping out before he could stop it. Jungkook’s breath hitched sharply, his entire body tensing the moment he felt Taehyung’s tongue flick over his entrance, just a teasing stroke at first, light and fleeting, before he pressed in more firmly, pushing past the tight ring of muscle.

A choked moan tore from Jungkook’s throat. “F-Fuck—”

Taehyung didn’t stop. His tongue worked him open with slow thrusts, wet and hot as it moved deeper inside him.

The sensation was dizzying, each stroke sent electric pleasure coursing through Jungkook’s body, his toes curling as he instinctively clenched around the intrusion. His fists gripped the sheets so tightly his knuckles ached, his legs trembling over Taehyung’s shoulders.

Every few seconds, his foot kicked helplessly in the air, his body unable to handle the overwhelming pleasure.

And just when he thought he couldn’t take any more, Taehyung pulled back, only to drag his tongue up and suck one of his balls into his mouth, rolling it over his tongue before moving back down to his hole again.

Jungkook sobbed out a moan, his back arching. “H-Hyungie!!”

Taehyung hummed in satisfaction at the reaction, the vibrations sending shivers through Jungkook’s spine. Then, without warning, a finger pressed against his entrance before sliding in beside his tongue, stretching him further.

The added pressure had Jungkook gasping, his thighs trembling as more precum dripped onto his flexing abs.

This—this was what he had been craving for days. The heat of Taehyung surrounding him, the wet glide of his tongue claiming him, the way his body was being opened and filled with so much pleasure he felt like he might lose his mind.

“M-More, Tae—p-please, need more” Jungkook whimpered, his voice breaking as he pushed his hips forward, grinding desperately against Taehyung’s face.

Taehyung, thankfully, obliged, slipping in a second finger with ease. The stretch burned for a second before melting into pleasure, his fingers scissoring inside, curling just right, each precise movement sending white-hot sparks through Jungkook’s body.

He made sure Jungkook felt every slick drag of his fingers, every twist, every deep push against his sweet spot. And all the while, his tongue never stopped working him open. He flicked and pressed, lapping over the sensitive ring of muscle before thrusting back inside

“H-Hah—Tae—” He moaned, mouth falling open, his whole body thrumming with heat. The coil in his stomach twisted tighter and tighter, his body trembling as he felt it coming. "E-Enough” he panted, chest rising and falling rapidly. But Taehyung didn’t listen. If anything, he doubled down, fingers fucking into him harder and tongue pressing deeper

“Taehyung!?“

fuck!!

His stomach tightening unbearably as he realized exactly what Taehyung was trying to do. His heart pounded against his ribs, his muscles tensing as he tried to squirm away.

But Taehyung’s hold was firm, his tongue pushing him closer and closer to the edge “T-Taeh—don’t you f-fucking dare make me c-cum—” he growled, trying to sound threatening, but his voice broke into a desperate whimper.

Taehyung’s response? A wicked hum against his hole, sending vibrations straight through him, followed by the firm stroke of his hand wrapping around Jungkook’s cock, jerking him off with quick, merciless strokes.

Jungkook choked on a sob.

It was just like last time—Taehyung was going to ruin him, make him sensitive and needy all over again.

Fuck, Jungkook thought, biting down hard on his bottom lip, suddenly refusing to give Taehyung the satisfaction of hearing him moan for him.

But his resistance didn’t last long. The pleasure built up too fast, his orgasm rushing toward him like a tidal wave before slamming into him with devastating force. A strangled moan tore from his throat as he came, his back arching off the bed, his cock spilling hot, thick ropes of cum that splattered onto his hoodie.

His thighs clenched around Taehyung’s head, trapping him between his quivering muscles as his body trembled through the aftershocks. His hips rolled instinctively, riding out the last waves of pleasure, soft whimpers slipping past his lips as he came down from his high.

Jungkook’s body collapsed onto the bed the moment Taehyung finally let go, his chest rising and falling heavily as he struggled to catch his breath. His dazed eyes locked onto the older man’s, a glare forming despite the lingering pleasure in his gaze.

“A-asshole” he muttered hoarsely

Taehyung’s smile only widened at the weak insult, his lips glistening with saliva from just how thoroughly he had devoured him. “Don’t act like you don’t love it when I make you all sensitive and whiny” he teased, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before turning away and stepping off the bed.

Jungkook’s gaze followed him, eyes dark with something between frustration and hunger. He grumbled something under his breath, only to fall completely silent the second he saw Taehyung hook his thumbs into his sweatpants and slide them down, tossing them carelessly aside.

His cock stood thick and proud against his stomach, flushed and aching, and Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from licking his lips at the sight.

Taehyung didn’t miss it. Smirking, he strode toward the nightstand, pulling open the drawer before grabbing a familiar bottle of lube.

Jungkook frowned. “You already prepped me.”

Taehyung let out a short, amused snort. “You think that’s enough to take me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah” Jungkook replied without hesitation, shrugging off his stained hoodie and tossing it to the floor.

“Well, you’re not.” His tone left no room for argument. “Now, turn around, bun.”

“No.”

Taehyung blinked at the straightforward refusal. “No? What do you mean, no?”

Jungkook held his gaze, then spread his legs just enough to emphasize his next words. “I want you to fuck me like this, hyung” A slight pout formed on his lips, his dark eyes brimming with something dangerously enticing.

Taehyung’s smirk returned instantly. How could he ever say no to that?

Without hesitation, he stepped back toward the bed, grabbing Jungkook by the thighs and pulling him flush against his lap, positioning him perfectly beneath him. Jungkook’s breath hitched as he felt the weight of Taehyung pressing down on him.

“Fair enough” Taehyung murmured, his voice dropping into something deeper

He popped open the bottle of lube, letting a generous amount drip onto his fingers until they were slick and glistening. His gaze flickered back to Jungkook, watching his chest rise and fall, the anticipation evident in his flushed skin.

And then, with deliberate slowness, he brought his fingers down between Jungkook’s thighs before pressing two fingers inside in one smooth thrust, the tight heat clamping down around him instantly.

Jungkook let out a soft, broken whimper at the intrusion, his thighs twitching as his walls fluttered around Taehyung’s fingers, struggling to adjust. Still so fucking tight.

Taehyung’s gaze stayed fixed on Jungkook’s face, drinking in every reaction. The way his lashes fluttered, how his parted lips trembled, the faint pink dusting his cheeks as his glossy eyes locked onto him.

His fingers moved slowly, stretching him open, easing the tension in his body as he pushed deeper. Then, with a slight shift of his wrist, he curled them.

Jungkook gasped, his entire body jolting violently as pleasure shot through his spine. His fingers twisted in the sheets as Taehyung pressed against that spot again, rolling his fingers in deep, rhythmic strokes.

“So easy” Taehyung murmured, watching how Jungkook’s hips twitched, his hole greedily sucking in his fingers, wordlessly begging for more.

“P-Please” Jungkook begged, without specifying what he was pleading for.

The slick sound of the lube bottle clicking open filled the room. Taehyung poured another generous amount, letting it drip between his fingers before pressing a third inside. Taehyung’s cock twitched, heat surging through him as he watched Jungkook’s own length stir back to life, thick and flushed against his stomach. The blood rushed downward, veins pulsing as he grew harder, the sheer overstimulation making his thighs tremble.

He bit his bottom before pressing his fingers in deep and hit Jungkook’s prostate. Once. Twice. Three times.

Jungkook gasped, his head falling back as his back arched off the bed. His lips parted, a wrecked moan slipping out as pleasure crashed into him all at once, the overwhelming sensation sending his body into overdrive.

And then—just as suddenly—Taehyung pulled his fingers out.

Jungkook whined, hips rolling desperately, searching for the pleasure that had been so ruthlessly taken away from him. His body trembled as he let out a soft, helpless whimper

“Be patient, bun” Taehyung cooed as he poured a generous amount of lube over his cock, stroking himself slowly to spread it evenly. His length glistened under the dim light, slick and ready. “Hyung’s gonna give you more than just three mere fingers.”

He shifted forward, using his own thigh to spread Jungkook’s legs open even further, his hands gripping the younger’s soft skin as he gently pushed his thighs apart. His gaze dropped, and the sight that greeted him made his cock throb painfully.

Jungkook’s hole was already stretched and flushed a deep shade of pink, slick and glistening from how thoroughly Taehyung had worked him open. It clenched around nothing, fluttering ever so slightly as if still aching for his fingers, still craving the touch that had been taken away too soon.

Taehyung groaned, licking his lips as he guided his cock forward, pressing the thick tip right up against that needy entrance. The heat was intoxicating, so warm, so inviting. His fingers flexed against Jungkook’s thighs as he braced himself, ready to push in—

“W-wait a minute!” Jungkook’s hand shot up, palm pressing against Taehyung’s chest to stop him. He stared up with wide eyes

Taehyung let out a sharp exhale, annoyance flickering across his face as he furrowed his brows. “Not again—” he groaned

“I just… wanted to know if it would hurt” Jungkook mumbled, barely audible

Taehyung sighed slowly, his expression softening. “Jungkook, if it really hurt, I wouldn’t be here, ready to take you.” He reassured lowly. “It’s going to sting a little at first—yeah, but I promise… after that it’ll feel good. You’ll feel good.”

Jungkook bit down on his lip, his brows knitting together in thought before he finally looked up again—big, dark eyes blinking up at Taehyung like a deer caught in headlights, hesitant yet trusting, laid bare before its predator.

“And… what if I don’t like it?” he whispered, his voice carrying a new kind of uncertainty.

Taehyung drew in a breath, then leaned in, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from Jungkook’s damp forehead. His fingers trailed down, cupping his jaw as his thumb ghosted over the flushed skin of his cheek.

“Do you trust hyung, bun?” he murmured.

Jungkook hesitated for only a second before nodding.

Taehyung’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. “Then you’ll like it,” he promised. He dipped down, pressing his forehead against Jungkook’s as his voice dropped to a whisper. “Hyung’s gonna make you feel so fucking good, you’ll never forget this night.”

Their faces were so close, Jungkook could count every faint beauty mark scattered across Taehyung’s skin. His gaze traced over them, mesmerized, as if each one added to his allure, making him even more breathtaking. His heart pounded hard against his ribs, but this time, it wasn’t out of anxiety. It was something softer, something warmer

He swallowed thickly.

“C-Can you kiss me?” The words slipped past his lips before he even realized he’d said them.

Taehyung’s eyes widened in surprise before his lips curled into a wide, boxy smile, the corners of his mouth lifting in a way that made his whole face light up. His soft, velvet voice broke into a gentle giggle as he cupped Jungkook’s cheek, pulling their faces even closer.

He kissed him softly, the warmth of his lips pressing firmly against Jungkook’s as quiet sigh escaped between them, swallowed by the intoxicating press of their mouths.

Jungkook’s hand, which had been resting flat against Taehyung’s chest, trembled slightly as it slid upward, tracing the firm lines of his collarbone before curling around the side of his neck. His fingers tangled into Taehyung’s soft hair, gripping tightly as he pulled him even deeper into the kiss.

That was all it took for the heat to spike.

The kiss grew messier, hotter—Jungkook let Taehyung take control, his head tilting back as their mouths moved in sync, their lips gliding and parting with an obscene wetness that filled the quiet room. Jungkook whimpered softly as Taehyung sucked at his bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth before soothing the sting with his tongue.

Their tongues brushed, sliding together in a slow, sinful rhythm, making Jungkook’s body shudder. His thighs trembled slightly around Taehyung’s waist, heat pooling low in his stomach with every hungry exchange of lips and breath.

Suddenly, Taehyung’s hands were on him, rough and possessive. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of Jungkook’s ass, kneading, gripping and pulling him flush against his body. Jungkook moaned into the kiss at the sharp sensation, his body jerking involuntarily as pleasure flared through him.

Until, his mouth fell open in a silent gasp, his head tilting back as he felt the slow, unrelenting push of Taehyung’s cock stretching him open.

Jungkook held his breath in, consumed by the overwhelming stretch, filling him beyond what Taehyung’s fingers had prepared him for. His breath shuddered, his thighs twitching around Taehyung’s waist as he felt himself being opened impossibly wide.

Their eyes met in the thick silence, neither of them looking away, locked in the rawness of the moment.

And then, the quiet shattered, Jungkook’s long and deep moan spilling from his lips as Taehyung finally bottomed out, stretching him completely. His body clenched around the thick intrusion, his hands gripping desperately onto Taehyung’s arms, nails pressing into his skin as he tried to ground himself.

He was completely full.

Taehyung groaned at the tightness around him, his breath coming out uneven as he fought to stay still, letting Jungkook adjust. “You okay?” he rasped, his fingers twitching where they held onto Jungkook’s thighs.

"W-wait please" Jungkook whispered softly, his voice trembling.

"Take your time, bun, I've got all night" Taehyung reassured him, his fingertip tracing lightly over Jungkook’s face, admiring the beauty of the younger’s flushed features, the way he looked almost wrecked even though Taehyung had barely done anything.

He sensed the tension in Jungkook's body and, knowing he needed to ease the moment, he leaned in, pressing gentle, soothing kisses to Jungkook's nose, then each cheek, and finally his jaw. His lips lingered there for a moment, soft and warm, before slowly traveling back up to capture Jungkook's lips in a tender kiss.

The warmth of his touch and the softness of his lips, seemed to erase the tension making Jungkook whimper into the kiss, the pain slowly starting to fade.

As their lips parted, Jungkook's breath hitched, and with a soft whine, he shifted his hips, the discomfort melting away as desire built deep within him. "Hyung, you can move now" he murmured, eyes pleading as he squirmed under Taehyung’s touch.

Taehyung pressed a final kiss to Jungkook’s lips before shifting, one hand pushing his thigh higher while the other gripped his waist, holding him steady.

He pulled out slowly, just enough for Jungkook to feel the drag, before sinking back in, a deep groan slipping from his lips.

Jungkook gasped, his fingers curling into the sheets as pleasure rippled through him, the stretch overwhelming yet addictive. Taehyung set a steady rhythm, his thrusts deep and unhurried, forcing Jungkook to feel every inch of him.

“F-Fuck—” Jungkook whimpered, his breath hitching as Taehyung rolled his hips just right, his cock hitting the spot that made his vision blur.

“S-So fucking tight, bun” Taehyung groaned, voice thick with pleasure as he kept thrusting into him, his cock sliding effortlessly in and out, slick with lube and his own precum

Jungkook’s hazy, tear-filled eyes stayed locked on Taehyung, watching the way his brows furrowed in concentration.

Every time he sank back in, Jungkook squeezed around him dragging out another curse from his lips. The muscles in his arms flexed as he held Jungkook’s hips firmly in place, making sure he took everything he gave him.

“H-Hyung—ah—f-faster, p-please” Jungkook begged, his lips parted as he gazed up at him, completely wrecked.

“Of course.” Taehyung grinned, leaning in until their bodies pressed flush against each other before snapping his hips forward, his pace suddenly brutal.

The shift sent a shockwave through Jungkook, his body seizing as pleasure exploded in his gut. Each deep, precise thrust struck his prostate without mercy, tearing desperate moans from his lips. His back arched off the bed and his head tipping back against the pillows as the overwhelming sensation flooded through him

White spots danced in his vision, his body trembling under the relentless pace. He was close—so close it was unbearable.

His hands shot up to Taehyung’s back, nails digging in, raking deep red lines down his skin. Every sharp drag of his nails made Taehyung groan, his grip on Jungkook’s waist tightening as he slammed into him harder.

Jungkook was a mess beneath him, his thighs shaking, his cock bouncing with every thrust, slapping uselessly against his stomach. The tip was flushed, angry red, leaking a steady stream of precum that dripped down his skin.

“T-Tae… Tae—” he cried out, voice breaking when Taehyung’s pace turned ruthless. A sharp gasp tore from his throat as strong fingers sank into his waist, gripping him so tightly he knew there would be bruises.

The bed creaked beneath them, their bodies moving in sync, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin filling the air.

Jungkook was unraveling, pleasure tearing through him too fast, too intense, his moans turning into breathless sobs as Taehyung fucked him like he owned him.

Taehyung let out a low, shaky moan as his muscles grew tense, his movements losing precision under the weight of pleasure crashing over him. But he forced himself to keep his aim precise, angling each thrust perfectly to hit Jungkook’s sweet spot.

“T-Too m-much, hyung—ah! Ah!!” he sobbed, legs locking tighter around Taehyung’s waist, forcing him impossibly deeper. His nails dug into Taehyung’s shoulders, his back arching as his head lolled back, his eyes rolling in sheer ecstasy. “T-Taehyung c-can’t!!”

Taehyung groaned “Yes you can! Keep taking it, bun. You’re doing so good for me already” he praised, voice husky as he dipped down to press a wet, open-mouthed kiss against Jungkook’s neck, sucking just hard enough to leave another mark.

“I—ah—I’m doing g-good?” Jungkook’s voice was breathy, laced with innocence, but the way he squeezed around Taehyung told a different story.

"Yeah, so fucking good," Taehyung rasped, his voice thick with need. "It’s like the universe put us together just for this. So you could take my cock like the good boy you are, taking every inch perfectly—fuck"

He groaned into Jungkook’s ear, his breath hot against his skin as he deliberately slowed his thrusts, dragging himself out torturously slow before sinking back in deep. He made sure Jungkook felt everything—the fullness, the way his cock dragged against his sensitive walls.

“H-hyung, I’m g-gonna—I’m gonn—” Jungkook choked out, another broken moan tearing from his throat as his body writhed beneath Taehyung, overwhelmed by the pleasure crashing over him in waves. His mind was hazy, his words failing him, only breathy gasps and desperate whimpers spilling past his lips.

Taehyung’s hips snapped forward with renewed urgency, his pace growing impossibly fast.

He was giving everything, chasing that high that threatened to consume them both. His thrusts were so rough, so forceful, that Jungkook felt his body being pushed up the bed with each slam of Taehyung’s hips. His breath hitched when he realized he was sliding, his back inching closer and closer to the headboard.

The next thrust sent him nearly crashing into it, forcing him to shoot a shaky hand back, pressing against the wall to stop himself from hitting it.

But Taehyung didn’t slow down—if anything, he fucked into him harder, gripping his waist tightly as he pulled Jungkook back down with every thrust to keep him in place.

"Fuck y-you can come, bun. Cum for hyung" Taehyung finally growled, his own release creeping up fast, impossible to hold back any longer.

Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice. His entire body tensed before he cried out, his voice breaking as his orgasm crashed over him. His back arched completely off the bed, muscles locking as his cock throbbed painfully, spilling hot, thick ropes of cum onto his stomach in desperate spurts.

The sight alone was enough to push Taehyung over the edge. A guttural moan ripped from his throat as his hips stuttered, slamming deep one last time before he came hard inside Jungkook, filling him up with warmth. His body trembled, breath heavy and ragged as he rode out his high, his fingers digging into Jungkook’s waist, holding him close as waves of pleasure crashed through him.

Until everything became too much.

With one final, shuddering thrust, Taehyung collapsed onto Jungkook, his body completely giving out. His mind disconnected from the world as he lay there, panting heavily, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, with what little energy he had left, Taehyung forced himself to roll onto his side, not wanting to crush Jungkook beneath him. Not that it seemed to matter, Jungkook remained completely still, sprawled out on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"You good, bun?" Taehyung asked, his voice rough, still laced with exhaustion.

Jungkook gave a slow nod before grimacing. "Just feel dirty"

Taehyung let out a low hum before wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist, pulling him in close as he held him tight. He needed the warmth, the soft comfort of having him near. Pressing his lips to Jungkook’s damp hair, he murmured "Don’t worry, we’ll shower after… Just rest for now."

“I was right” Jungkook whispered

Taehyung blinked, his fingers lazily tracing patterns along Jungkook’s spine. “Hm? About what?”

Jungkook lifted his head slightly, meeting Taehyung’s gaze with a slow, lazy smile. “I was right to trust you.” He said softly, then with a playful smirk, he added “That was the best sex I’ve ever had, hyung.”

Taehyung chuckled, shaking his head fondly. “Yeah me too, bun.” His hand trailed down Jungkook’s body, fingers teasing over his ass before giving a firm squeeze.

“I wasn’t lying when I said you were good.” Taehyung added with a smirk as his fingertips ghosted lower, slipping between Jungkook’s cheeks, brushing over his rim where he could feel his own release slowly dripping out.

A proud smile slowly spread across his lips.

“You know, I wanna try—”

Jungkook never got to finish. Taehyung cupped his cheek, cutting him off with a kiss—slow and deep, lips molding together in a lazy, lingering press. He sighed into it, sinking into Jungkook’s warmth, into the way he tasted.

As if he’d never get enough.

“Shut up,” Taehyung murmured against his lips “Or we’re gonna have another part after this.”

Jungkook frowned slightly, confusion flickering in his dazed eyes. “What part are you talking about?”

But Taehyung didn’t answer. He only captured Jungkook’s lips again in a slow, tender kiss, effectively silencing him.

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Chapter Four

“Say it.”

“W-what?”

“Say you’ll never hide in your room and touch yourself without telling me again” Taehyung growled, his grip tightening possessively around Jungkook’s waist as he snapped his hips inside him.

“I w-won’t do it again” Jungkook whispered, his voice cracking at the end as another powerful thrust hit deep inside him.

“No. Say it properly, bun.”

what’s wrong with him Jungkook thought bitterly, trying to glare darkly at Taehyung.

But all Taehyung could see was his completely wrecked face. His cheeks were flushed a deep scarlet, his eyes barely open, rolling back every time Taehyung’s cock slammed into this prostate that made him moan like he was losing his mind.

“I-I won’t touch myself—nghn! I… ah T-Tae—” another desperate moan ripped through him.

Jungkook could never get used to it.

Taehyung could fuck him ten, a hundred or thousand more times, and he still wouldn’t be used to the way he stretched him so full every time.

And to think Taehyung had already fucked him in the kitchen this morning. Jungkook still whimpered from the overwhelming fullness, his hole clenching tight around Taehyung, drawing out a low groan from him in response.

Jungkook’s thighs were shaking uncontrollably when Taehyung’s hands slid down, gripping them firmly before pushing them wider apart, spreading him open shamelessly under his gaze. The angle had him gasping, completely exposed, while Taehyung kept thrusting into him with that same brutal, punishing pace.

Jungkook’s vision blurred, white spots dancing in front of his eyes as pleasure crashed over him in relentless waves.

His hand flew up, clutching at Taehyung’s bicep like a lifeline as his nails dug in deep, carving red lines into his skin like a silent scream of more

Not like Taehyung hadn’t already marked him in every way possible.

Since all of this started, Taehyung had been obsessed about leaving his claim. He’d mouth at Jungkook’s throat like he owned it, suck bruises into the soft skin of his waist, his inner thighs, his hips—leaving purple souvenirs behind before soothing them with soft kisses.

Jungkook had stare at the bruises afterward in the bathroom mirror, running his fingers over them like they were something sacred. And the way those marks stayed—lingering longer than any girl had ever managed—only made it hotter.

“F-Fuck!” Jungkook’s whole body tensed as he gasped, feeling the pressure in his gut snapping tight

“T-Taehyung, I’m gonna—”

But Taehyung didn’t let him finish. His hand wrapped tightly around Jungkook’s cock and started stroking him fast and rough, perfectly in sync with the way he was still driving into him. The sudden stimulation made Jungkook cry out, the sound shameless and wrecked as his back arched beautifully before pleasure crashed over him like a tidal wave.

His cum painted his stomach as his body trembled under Taehyung’s grip. Every muscle in him tightened, his hole clenching hard around Taehyung’s cock, dragging a deep, guttural groan from the older man.

Taehyung buried his face in Jungkook’s neck as he came with a sharp thrust, moaning into his skin like he was losing control. He spilled inside him, warmth flooding deep as he whispered Jungkook’s name against his damp skin.

Neither of them moved for a second, just panting and tangled together, bodies slick with sweat as their chests rose and fell like they’d run a damn marathon. Jungkook blinked up at the ceiling, his brain still catching up. “F-feels s-so good hyung…”

Taehyung just kissed his neck, slow and lazy, as he kept him tightly against him. Then he leaned back just enough to look at him, a smug smirk tugging at his lips.

“I’ll always make you feel good, bun” he murmured, brushing his nose against Jungkook’s in a soft nudge. His voice dipped lower, wicked with heat as he added “So don’t ever hide in your room again to touch yourself while moaning my name”

Jungkook pouted a little, eyes flicking away. “I know. It’s just... I was kinda embarrassed to ask for more when we literally just had a round earlier.”

Taehyung’s fingers slipped into Jungkook’s hair, playing gently with the damp strands. One lock curled softly around his finger as he murmured “I could fuck you all day if you wanted. All you have to do is ask.”

Jungkook huffed. “Yeah and I’ll look fucking desperate.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, grinning. “Like I don’t already know you’re a needy little slut for my cock?”

Embarrassment crept up Jungkook’s neck as he turned his head with a scowl, already pouting at the undeniable truth.

Taehyung chuckled low in his throat before grabbing his chin gently and turning his face back to press a soft, tender kiss to his lips. Jungkook couldn’t help but let out a small whine before wrapping his arms around Taehyung’s neck, pulling him even closer as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into his mouth.

Taehyung growled, immediately sucking on the invited tongue his hands sliding down to find Jungkook’s slim waist, the same spot that always ended up bruised from how tightly he held him when they fucked.

Without warning, Taehyung flipped them over and pulled Jungkook on top of him, kissing him breathlessly. Jungkook gasped into his mouth at the sudden shift, now straddling him as their bodies pressed flush together.

The kiss finally broke when Taehyung trailed down to Jungkook’s jaw, then lower, nuzzling into the crook of his neck before sinking his teeth in and sucking hard enough to leave another mark. Jungkook closed his eyes at the sensation, a soft, breathy moan slipping out.

He shifted slightly, but immediately scrunched his nose in discomfort as he felt the sticky mess between their stomachs. “Hyung… we need to shower” he muttered in a small voice

“Gimme a second, bun” Taehyung mumbled as he leaned over to the other side of Jungkook’s neck, clearly on a mission to leave yet another mark.

But Jungkook grabbed his face and shoved it down into the mattress, holding his head there to keep that menace of a mouth away.

“No more hickeys” he scolded softly, brows furrowed.

“Just one more”

“No”

“Please?” Taehyung pouted, fingers trailing slowly down the small of Jungkook’s back

“Why are you so obsessed with them anyway?” Jungkook sighed, finally letting go of his head with a dramatic eye roll.

Taehyung didn’t waste a single second as he immediately latched onto a spot on his neck, sucking hard with a low, satisfied groan against his skin, tasting the mix of his sweat and sweetness like it was something he craved.

When he finished, he kissed the bruised skin gently like he always did, before pulling back with a proud smile. “Let’s just say I like sucking people until they wear me for days” he said casually.

Jungkook didn’t even have time to process that bold response before Taehyung started shifting, standing up and pulling Jungkook with him. The younger wrapped his arms and legs around Taehyung with a quiet huff, letting himself be carried into the bathroom.

They stepped into the shower together, the warm water washing away the mess from just minutes before.

Well—everything except the hickeys Taehyung left behind, of course.

“You should really stop leaving marks in places that are hard to hide” Jungkook muttered as he looked at himself in the mirror, his fingers gently brushing over a fresh hickey blooming just beneath his jaw.

Taehyung wrapped a towel around his waist and walked over, stepping in behind Jungkook until their bodies were pressed together. Their eyes met in the mirror. “Exactly. That’s the point” he said, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist and resting his chin on his shoulder.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Right, because showing up to class every day with a new hickey isn’t suspicious at all.”

“Why do you even give a fuck about what people think? It’s not like they don’t already know you’re a horny little bunny who pounces on the first girl that catches your eye.”

“I used to limit myself to like, one or two hookups a week, thank you very much” Jungkook shot back. “But with your damn hickeys that refuse to fade and the new ones you keep adding, people are gonna think I’m hiding a secret relationship.”

Taehyung stared at him silently for a moment. His gaze slowly dropped from Jungkook’s face to his bare chest, now scattered with fading and fresh bruises in shades of purple and red. Then he scoffed, clearly proud before leaning in to nuzzle into Jungkook’s neck "You’ve gotta admit… my hickeys do look the best."

Jungkook scoffed, pretending to sound annoyed. “Sure, whatever.”

But deep down, he knew Taehyung was completely right.

“Oh by the way” Jungkook suddenly remembered, turning to face Taehyung. “There’s a party this Friday night at Hoseok’s place.”

Taehyung’s face slowly twisted into a grimace as he scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah... I know. Namjoon told me.”

“And…?” Jungkook prompted, narrowing his eyes as he caught the shift in Taehyung’s expression. “What’s with that face?”

“You know how crazy his parties get,” Taehyung sighed. “It’s always packed like he invited all of South Korea and they always end with some dramatic bullshit that turns into school-wide rumors for weeks”

Taehyung wasn’t the type to avoid parties. In fact, he usually loved them, they were his favorite way to unwind when life got too loud or overwhelming.
But Hoseok’s parties? That was another story.

It wasn’t like he had anything against the guy. Hoseok was the golden boy of the campus, effortlessly charming, always surrounded by friends, and somehow managing to make everyone feel like they belonged.

But his parties it's well... a chaotic blend of too many people, too much alcohol, and just enough recklessness to make headlines in a teenage soap opera.

Taehyung had gone to a few before, mostly with Jungkook in tow, and usually just for the experience.

But after the last one—where some drunk idiot had tried to juggle flaming soju bottles to impress his crush and ended up setting the curtains (and nearly the whole house) on fire—Taehyung had sworn he wouldn’t step foot in another one.

“Yeah, but they’re fun too. Who cares about the drama?” Jungkook pulled him out of his thoughts, running a gentle hand through Taehyung’s wet hair and tugging a strand behind his ear.

Taehyung grunted, shaking his head. “What if we’re the next ones on the list? I mean… I really don’t wanna end up as the school’s next hot topic after I’ve finally managed to stay out of it. Especially after what happened last year.”

Jungkook’s playful expression faded into something softer, more understanding. He made a small pout, sympathy clear on his face as he remembered exactly what Taehyung was talking about.

The drama the school had stirred up after one of Taehyung’s exes outed him in front of everyone still felt fresh. The students had been shocked, and everything spiraled fast. Rumors flew for weeks, even months.

And it hadn’t stopped there. He’d become a target of cruel jokes, homophobic comments, and jealous girls who suddenly realized they’d never have a chance with him.

Taehyung was far from weak though. He knew how to defend himself, and none of the insults ever seemed to touch him on the outside.

But Jungkook had noticed how heavy it all became. How exhausting it must’ve been to keep pretending it didn’t affect him.

He hated seeing him like that, because Taehyung didn’t deserve it. No one did.

Jungkook let out a soft sigh as he wrapped his arms around Taehyung’s neck, his hand sliding up into his hair to gently massage his scalp.

Taehyung instinctively closed his eyes, leaning into the touch with a small breath of contentment. “I promise I won’t let any drama get to us, hyung. We’re just gonna have fun” Jungkook murmured softly.

Then he leaned in closer, lips brushing against Taehyung’s ear as he whispered in a low and teasing voice “and once the party’s over… maybe we can try out the cowboy position, if I can handle it.”

He heard Taehyung choke slightly on his own spit before whipping his head toward him with wide eyes, but a small smile creeped onto his face regardless “For real?”

“Mhm,” Jungkook hummed innocently, batting his lashes “Only if we go to the party.”

“Fine”

“Yeah?” Jungkook asked, just to be sure.

“Yes, but we’re not staying til the end.”

Jungkook nodded with a big grin, already satisfied “Promise.”

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“Just pick an outfit already, I’m tired of waiting” Taehyung growled as he watched Jungkook pacing back and forth, holding up t-shirts and pants in front of the mirror before throwing them on the floor when they didn’t please him.

“Shut up, you’re not helping” Jungkook shot him a glare before grabbing an oversized white t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. He eyed them with a pout, then shook his head and tossed them onto the bed, where Taehyung was lying down.

The t-shirt landed on his face.

“Why…” Taehyung grabbed it off and threw it right back at Jungkook’s head “...are you being so picky like you’re getting ready for your wedding? It’s just a stupid party.”

Jungkook spun around with a frown, hands on his hips “I always dress up for parties. You’re supposed to know that.”

“Yeah, but this is too much. You’ve been at it for an hour now, trying to pick some stupid outfit when literally anything would look good on you. You always end up being the best-looking one there.” Taehyung immediately slammed his mouth shut, realizing he’d said too much.

But Jungkook didn’t even seem to notice. He walked back to the wardrobe, digging through his clothes again. He crossed his arms as his eyes scanned his entire closet and pouted “Remind me we need to go shopping one of these days… I have nothing left to wear.”

Taehyung let out an exaggerated sigh as he finally pushed himself off the bed, walking over to Jungkook with clear annoyance written on his face. He couldn’t stand waiting anymore, if Jungkook wasn’t going to decide, then he’d do it himself.

As he reached the wardrobe, his eyes immediately caught a Calvin Klein bag tucked away at the very bottom.

He recognized it right away. Crouching down, he grabbed the bag and held it out toward Jungkook with one eyebrow raised.

“What’s that?” Jungkook asked, confused, taking the bag and peeking inside.

“You should wear this.”

Jungkook pulled out a white piece of clothing that looked like a basic sweater at first glance—until he unfolded it.

“A crop top?!” he blurted out, quickly folding it again like someone might burst through the door and catch him red-handed.

“Yeah” Taehyung replied simply. “You remember? Mingyu gave it to you for your birthday, but you never wore it.”

“That’s because it’s a crop top” Jungkook said, like the answer was obvious.

Taehyung narrowed his eyes. “Uhm, yes I noticed.” He tilted his head slightly, unimpressed

“I can’t wear a crop top to a party” Jungkook went on, blinking at him like he was the one making no sense. There was a hint of judgment in his voice, not towards Taehyung, but maybe toward himself.

“And why not?” Taehyung asked, stepping a little closer. “I bet it’d look amazing on you. Slightly showing off that perfect waist of yours…” he teased, and without thinking, his hand moved to Jungkook’s side, giving a playful little pinch.

Jungkook flinched at the sudden contact, his breath hitching before he quickly slapped the hand away and stepped back. “N-No. I can’t wear it…” he stammered, his cheeks blooming red. “People will think that I… I mean, crop tops are for—you know.” His voice trailed off, the end of his sentence getting lost in the floorboards as he stared down, embarrassment written all over his face.

Taehyung just stared at him for a moment, trying to piece together what he was trying to say. “What are you rambling abou—” He paused mid-sentence as realization hit him “You mean gay?” he asked, incredulous. “Are you seriously associating a piece of clothing with someone’s sexuality? You actually that stupid, Jungkook?”

“That’s not what I meant…” Jungkook muttered, still staring at the floor, the shame thick in his voice.

“Sure” Taehyung scoffed, turning away and walking back to the bed. He flopped down, crossing his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. “Hurry up. If you’re not ready in thirty minutes, I’m not going at all.”

Jungkook nervously played with his lip ring, the tension in the room sharp as the cold shift in Taehyung’s voice settled over him.

“I’m sorry, Taehyung”

But the older one didn’t respond. He stayed silent, eyes still fixed on the ceiling.

Great. Nice job, Jungkook he thought bitterly. He had upset Taehyung without even meaning to, and now he felt incredibly stupid for saying what he did.

He didn’t want to ruin their night over a thoughtless comment, though. So, quietly, he walked over to the bed and laid down beside Taehyung, watching him from the side with a small, guilty pout.

Taehyung turned his head to look at him for a brief second before redirecting his gaze to the ceiling “I meant it when I said I’m not going if you’re not ready” he said flatly

“Hyung I’m sorry. I swear that’s not what I meant” Jungkook said softly, propping himself up on his elbows and leaning in until his face hovered right above Tae’s.

Their eyes met in the quiet stillness of the room. Jungkook’s apologetic gaze searched Taehyung’s face, catching the way his jaw tensed but then relaxed followed by a slow sigh.

“I just don’t like it when you make comments like that…” Taehyung finally said, his voice low. “it’s just a piece of clothing, Jungkook. It’s no different than saying only men can wear suits, when I know women who’d look ten times better in one.”

Jungkook pressed his lips together as he nodded. He knew Taehyung was right.

“And” Taehyung added, his tone softening even more “the way you reacted, like just the idea of someone not seeing you as straight made you uncomfortable”

Jungkook’s eyes flickered. “It’s not like that” he muttered. “I just don’t want people assuming something that isn’t true.”

Taehyung’s mouth fell open, his entire expression shifting into disbelief as he looked at Jungkook like he’d never seen him before. “Are you serious right now?”

Jungkook blinked. “What?”

“Don’t tell me you still think you’re straight” Taehyung said slowly, eyes narrowing like he was trying to solve a puzzle that kept rearranging itself.

Jungkook let out a short and awkward laugh “Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’ve got to be kidding” Taehyung scoffed. “Say you’re joking. Please. Or I swear I’m gonna start believing you actually have the brain capacity of a teaspoon.”

“Hey! I’m not stupid”

“And you’re not straight either” Taehyung snapped back immediately

Jungkook’s lips parted to argue but the words didn’t come fast enough. In one swift motion, Taehyung shoved him back down onto the bed, climbing over him and caging him in with his body. Jungkook let out a startled breath, his back hitting the mattress as Taehyung’s hands pressed firmly into his shoulders, holding him there.

“How the fuck can you still think that after everything we’ve done!?”

Jungkook opened his mouth to respond, but Taehyung didn’t give him the chance.

“From the moment I shoved my tongue in your ass and you squirmed, moaning for more. That’s the day you lost the right to call yourself straight.” He said in a low growl.

A dangerous tension filled the air as he leaned in, their faces just inches apart. “I fingered you,” he whispered against Jungkook’s lips, his eyes darkened in a heavy lust. “I fucked you in every single room of this damn apartment. From the living room couch, to the fucking laundry room.”

Jungkook’s cheeks exploded with color at the words. Embarrassment burned across his face as he reached instinctively for Taehyung’s shirt, gripping the fabric like he was silently begging him to stop.

But Taehyung wasn’t anywhere near finished. “You screamed my name so loud,” he said with a breathless, mocking laugh “that now, every time I pass our neighbors, they greet me by it. And they never used to. Can you imagine?”

His grin widened. “They know Jungkook. They know I’m the one who makes you whimper like that every night—makes you beg for my cock until you’re seeing stars.”

“T-Taehyung…” Jungkook breathed, his body trembling beneath him.

Taehyung’s eyes gleamed with hunger as they locked on his. “Every time I think you’ve had enough, you come crawling back for more. And I know for a fact now that, every time you touch yourself... I am the center of every fantasy in that messed-up little head of yours, bun.”

“Oh my god—just shut up!” Jungkook squeaked, throwing his arm over his face to hide.

But Taehyung grabbed his wrist and pinned it above his head, hovering over him with that same burning look in his eyes “Not until you admit I’m right.”

“How can I be gay when there are no feelings involved?!” Jungkook snapped, finally pushing back. “What we have is just sex. So as long as I don’t fall for a man, I’m not gay. That’s just logic.”

“You stupid airhead…” Taehyung muttered under his breath before leaning closer. “Then tell me this, what about your straight side, huh? You’ve never dated a girl. Never caught feelings for one. All you’ve done these past few years is fuck. So what’s your explanation for that?” His brow arched, challenging.

Jungkook froze. His mouth opened but nothing came out. He frowned, searching for something to say but he had nothing. Because Taehyung was right.

Again.

Fuck, Jungkook hated giving him that satisfaction.

This wasn’t just about sexuality anymore—it was about pride. So he blurted the first thing that came to mind, without thinking. “B-Because everyone’s born straight—”

Before he could even finish, Taehyung shut him up the only way he knew how. He crashed his mouth against Jungkook’s, shoving his tongue past his lips and curled around it his before sucking hard like he was trying to suck the stupidity right out of his soul.

Jungkook moaned, lips parting as he melted into the kiss, offering himself up without a second thought. His eyes fluttered closed as Taehyung took control, his tongue slow and unforgiving, coaxing every gasp out of the younger’s throat.

Taehyung tilted his head and bit down on Jungkook’s bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth before pulling back just enough to make him chase it. “Go on,” he whispered against his mouth “Say you’re straight. I fucking dare you.”

“I—” Jungkook tried, but he barely got the word out before Taehyung crashed his lips into his again.

This time, the kiss was bruising. Taehyung groaned into it, his tongue plunging deep into Jungkook’s mouth like he was trying to own every inch of him.

Jungkook whimpered beneath him, wrists still pinned above his head as he squirmed desperately. He arched his back and rolled his hips, chasing any kind of friction between their bodies.

“Fucking tell me, Jungkook” Taehyung growled when he finally pulled back with swollen lips before kissing him again, soft and mockingly sweet “Do you even realize who’s kissing you right now? Me. A man.” He said the last word slowly

“T-Tae…” Jungkook breathed with a trembling voice, his lashes fluttering as his dazed eyes locked onto his.

“What is it, bun?” Taehyung purred, leaning in to nuzzle his cheek

“W-Want you to fuck me” Jungkook whispered, so quiet it was barely audible, but the words lit a fire under Taehyung’s skin.

Taehyung let out a dark scoff, shaking his head with a grin as he tightened his hold on Jungkook’s wrists. “Is the straight boy begging me to ruin him?” he asked in a rough voice.

He pressed his pelvis down firmly against Jungkook’s, letting him feel the heavy pressure of him through his jeans. Jungkook let out a desperate mewl at the contact, thighs spreading instinctively as his hips bucked up, chasing the friction with a shamefully eager whine. “p-please…”

Taehyung hummed before leaning in and nipping harshly at Jungkook’s jaw as he rolled his hips again, slower this time “Tell me again” he whispered, hot against his ear. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” Jungkook choked out, breathless. “I want your cock, please.”

Jungkook heard Taehyung’s low laugh echo in his mind, bouncing off the walls like a damn spell, sending a hot shiver trailing down his spine. But before he could react, Taehyung pulled away completely.

He climbed off the bed, fished his phone out of his pocket and started tapping the screen with casual indifference.

Jungkook blinked in confusion. He lifted his head, brows furrowed as he watched Tae focus on his screen, scratching the back of his head absently before a small smirk curled on his lips.

“You’ve got fifteen minutes before I decide not to go to the party” Taehyung said finally, turning his phone toward Jungkook to show him the time.

“B-but…” Nothing came out. Jungkook stared at him, mouth opening and closing like a helpless fish. He couldn’t believe what was happening. He was literally lying on the bed, legs spread, panting and needy—and this man had the audacity to countdown for that stupid party?

“Thirteen minutes, bun” Taehyung sing-songed as he sauntered over to the wardrobe and casually pulled out his leather jacket from a hanger.

Jungkook gawked at him in pure disbelief as Taehyung shrugged into it, humming some teasing melody under his breath, already halfway to the door.

“Hyung!” Jungkook finally barked, half whining.

Taehyung paused, standing right on the threshold where the bedroom met the hallway. He raised a single finger without looking up, his amused gaze still glued to his phone screen.

A few seconds of heavy silence passed. “...twelve minutes” he announced with a wicked smile.

“I hate you!” Jungkook groaned, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at full force.

Taehyung dodged effortlessly, laughing as he slipped out of the room and ducked behind the wall. That low, boyish giggle was the only sound Jungkook heard.

Then Taehyung’s head peeked back around the doorframe with a mischievous boxy smile on his lips. “I hope you still end up wearing the crop top” he said cheekily, “I wanna see you looking pretty at the party, right before you ride me tonight.”

Jungkook reached for another pillow, threatening to launch it, but Taehyung just laughed and bolted toward the living room like the menace he was.

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Taehyung slipped a hand behind Jungkook’s back, fingers tightening around his waist as he pulled him closer. His lips brushed hotly against the shell of Jungkook’s ear as he murmured “I’m gonna go get us something to drink, do you want anything in particular?”

But Jungkook didn’t seem to hear the question. His eyes were too busy scanning every corner of the house like he was seeing it all for the first time since they’d arrived. He looked distracted.

Taehyung smirked to himself, then pinched Jungkook’s waist just enough to jolt him back to earth.

Jungkook gasped quietly, his head snapping toward Taehyung to meet his amused gaze.

“W-what?” he stuttered, visibly flustered before quickly looking away, his gaze locking on the crowd ahead. Anywhere but on Taehyung.

“I asked if you wanted me to bring you something to drink” Taehyung repeated, voice lower this time

But the words once again seemed to miss their mark.

Jungkook stood rigid in his arms, body suddenly tense and unresponsive. His jaw clenched subtly, and for a second, Taehyung felt him slipping out of reach.

Frowning, Taehyung leaned in a little, trying to catch his eyes again. But before he could say anything else, Jungkook abruptly snatched Taehyung’s hand away from his waist and took a full step back.

Taehyung blinked, stunned.

“A beer” Jungkook blurted out quickly, like he was trying to divert the moment before Taehyung could ask questions.

The older man stared at him for a few seconds, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. Then, he slowly nodded, still clearly confused by the sudden shift in Jungkook’s mood. But he didn’t push it. Without another word, he turned and walked toward the kitchen.

It was only after Taehyung disappeared into the crowd that Jungkook felt an unfamiliar arm drape over his shoulders, locking him in place with a firm grip. “Well, well... if it isn’t my favorite party animal” the person chuckled smoothly. “It’s been way too long since I saw you. I almost started missing you.”

Jungkook slowly turned his head, coming face to face with Junseo’s smug smile, the kind that didn’t reach his eyes. His whole posture screamed fake friendliness.
It always did.

Jungkook never really understood why Junseo always tried to stick to him like a damn leech at every party they ran into each other.

Whatever the reason, it was annoying as hell. The guy was a pain in the ass, always talking about shit Jungkook didn’t care about, acting like they were best friends when they barely acknowledged each other at school. Or maybe the answer was simpler than that.

Maybe it was just because Junseo only ever managed to get laid when he clung to Jungkook’s side, bragging in front of girls and cracking stupid jokes in hopes of getting a laugh, using Jungkook as his wingman.

Pathetic

“Uh, yeah... I’ve been busy. That’s why” Jungkook mumbled, trying to edge out from under the weight of the arm around him. But Junseo only pulled him closer, his fingers digging into Jungkook’s shoulder hard enough to make him wince.

“I don’t buy that” Junseo laughed loudly, as if Jungkook had just said something hilarious “You? Too busy to party? That doesn’t sound like the Jeon Jungkook I know.”

That’s because you don’t know me asshole Jungkook nearly snapped, but bit it back.

He knew Junseo. Everyone did. The guy had a reputation for being volatile, twisting even the smallest comment into an excuse to pick a fight. And it wasn’t fear holding Jungkook back. He could easily slam this idiot’s head into the nearest wall if he wanted to.

But he’d promised Taehyung no drama tonight.

So instead, he forced a smile—just as fake—and snatched Junseo’s arm off his shoulder the same way he had earlier with Taehyung. Except this time, he didn’t bother to hide how aggressive the move was.

“Believe me if I had the time, I would've gladly accompanied your lonely ass to any party” Jungkook said flatly. “But I’ve got a life outside of this, so it’s a little hard.”

Yeah… maybe he shouldn’t have said it like that.

But Junseo didn’t seem to catch the tone, or maybe he just chose to ignore it. His head turned briefly in the direction Taehyung had disappeared, before his eyes flicked back to Jungkook. There was a dangerous glint in them now.

“You still roommates with Taehyung?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook kept his face neutral, tone cold and clipped.

Junseo’s grin widened as he leaned in, his words oozing with mockery. “How the hell are you still living with that fag? I just saw him touch you. You should be careful.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched instantly. His teeth ground together as the anger sparked, hot and fast, in his chest. He forced himself to breathe—in through the nose, out through the mouth. He wouldn’t let this idiot ruin his night.

“Have a good night, Junseo” he muttered through his teeth, turning away. “Hope your dick falls off during your next hookup” he added under his breath, barely loud enough to hear.

But he didn’t make it more than two steps before a hand gripped his bicep, yanking him to a stop. He let out a soft groan of frustration, whipping his head around, only to be met with the smirking face of a girl.

“Hi, handsome. Wanna dance a little?” she purred, her hand gliding around to rest lightly behind his neck.

Jungkook was about to politely decline.

It was still early in the night, and he wasn’t really in the mood, he’d rather go join Taehyung in the kitchen. But then his eyes drifted—just briefly—back to where Junseo still stood, watching him with narrowed eyes and a lifted brow.

Jungkook could read that expression like a book. The Jeon Jungkook I know wouldn’t turn down a pretty girl like her

And he was right. He never did.

He sighed quietly, then looped his arm around the girl’s waist with practiced ease. “Sure” he said smoothly, pulling her into the crowd already moving to the beat.

Just one dance, he told himself as a silent promise. Then I’ll go find Taehyung.

“What miraculous reason made you change your mind and actually show up to this party?” Namjoon asked, leaning against the counter next to Taehyung, who was in the middle of mixing a cocktail.

“No reason,” Taehyung replied casually. “I was bored, so I thought why not?”

Namjoon scoffed, folding his arms across his chest. “Who are you trying to fool with that?” he said, eyeing him knowingly. “Last time I asked you to come, you said and I quote ‘even the devil wouldn’t show his face at that party, why the hell would I?’”

Taehyung snorted, remembering exactly how he’d said it, then shrugged. “I just changed my mind, that’s all.”

Namjoon hummed, clearly not buying it. He watched Taehyung slice a lemon in half with practiced ease, then glanced up at his face. There was a beat of silence before a memory seemed to click in Namjoon’s head, and a sly smirk pulled at his lips.

Taehyung sensing his gaze, turned slightly, raising a brow in suspicion. His eyes briefly scanned Namjoon from head to toe before returning to his drink.

Namjoon’s smirk grew. “Does this, by any chance, have something to do with Jungkook?”

He got his answer before Taehyung could even speak, his whole body froze mid-action as his eyes locked on the counter in front of him for a second too long. Taehyung bit down on his bottom lip, clearly trying to suppress a smile before wiping it away with a glare aimed straight at Namjoon.

“Don’t give me that look. I’m right, and you know it.”

“Right about what, exactly?” Taehyung rolled his eyes. “I’ve always come to parties with Jungkook.”

“Yeah, sure” Namjoon said smoothly. “But that was before you turned him into a mess who can’t think straight unless you’ve dicked him down first.”

Taehyung’s grip tightened unconsciously around the lemon. The fruit burst in his hand, and a jet of juice shot straight into his eye.

“Fuck!” he groaned, throwing the crushed lemon away as he squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his palm hard against the stinging burn.

Namjoon’s eyes widened. “Shit”

“Fucking son of a bitch” Taehyung cursed the lemon, spinning around on the spot in a panic, the pain so unbearable he had no clue what to do with himself. He flailed dramatically, bumping into a drunk guy passing by with a whiskey glass and nearly toppling over himself.

“Hold still” Namjoon said quickly, grabbing Taehyung by the arm and yanking him close to avoid another disaster.

“I just sprayed fucking acid in my eye, Namjoon! How the fuck do you expect me to stay calm?” Taehyung hissed, blinking rapidly to ease the burn as tears started to spring at the corners of his eyes.

He jerked out of Namjoon’s grip, pacing in circles like a man on fire, convinced his eyeball was about to melt out of its socket if he didn’t act fast.

Namjoon sighed in exasperation before turning to the sink and switching on the tap. Water gushed out in a strong stream.

“Come here, you need to flush it with water. And whatever you do, don’t rub your—” he turned back just in time to see Taehyung furiously rubbing at his eye like a madman. “Taehyung!!” Namjoon barked, striding over and grabbing his wrist to stop him. “What did I just tell you?!”

But Taehyung just groaned in frustration, because now it felt like his eye was burning even worse “Argh—give me a damn knife, I’m gonna stab this stupid eye out.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened when he saw Taehyung’s hand shooting up toward his face again.

Without thinking, he grabbed his other wrist mid-air “I told you don’t rub it!”

“Let go of me, it fucking burns!” Taehyung snapped, yanking against Namjoon’s grip as he tried to free himself like a wild animal caught in a trap.

They started stumbling around, caught in a chaotic tug-of-war while Taehyung kept growling in pain, fighting to break loose. But Namjoon had an iron grip, refusing to let him go.

Until Namjoon’d had enough.

With a sharp and heavy breath, he slammed Taehyung back against the fridge, the loud metallic thud shaking through the kitchen. He pinned both of Taehyung’s wrists above his head with one hand, holding him still like a parent subduing a tantrum.

“Stay fucking calm” he growled.

“I’m gonna kick you in the balls if you don’t let me go” Taehyung snapped through clenched teeth, eyes still shut tight and tears slipping down his cheeks.

Namjoon didn’t flinch. “I’m trying to help you, you stubborn little shit.”

At that exact moment, Jungkook walked into the kitchen, his eyes quickly scanning the room in search of Taehyung.

He spotted a group of college kids playing beer pong at the far end. A gay couple was making out against the fridge, and a few girls were giggling and eating cake over the loud music blasting through the house.

Hold up—

His eyes shifted back to the couple by the fridge, immediately recognizing Namjoon’s back.

Jungkook blinked, not pegging Namjoon as the type to hook up with someone in the middle of a party, much less in the open.

Still, he figured he could walk over and ask if he’d seen Taehyung, awkward timing or not. He was already opening his mouth, tilting his head slightly to speak, until he saw who was pinned against the fridge. Jungkook’s mouth instantly clamped shut.

Taehyung with his arms pinned above his head, face tilted down and hair falling into his eyes. It didn’t take much more for Jungkook’s brows to furrow, unsure what the hell he was looking at.

Namjoon turned at the movement beside him, locking eyes with Jungkook. His expression shifted instantly, a flash of panic crossing his face before he gave a sheepish, nervous laugh.

“Oh, you think this is funny? I’m literally dying and you’re over here laughing?” Taehyung snapped before letting his head fall forward, colliding with Namjoon’s chest.

His fingers clawed at the grip on his wrists, still fighting to free himself, completely unaware that Jungkook was watching the entire thing with a look of disbelief.

“Ayo, what the fuck?” A loud voice cut through the music, grabbing the attention of all three.

Jungkook rolled his eyes the second he turned his head and saw Junseo, this time joined by Yejun and Minhyuk.

“Oh wow, not you two doing gay shit out here for everyone to see” Minhyuk scoffed, shooting a look of disgust their way. Taehyung’s head snapped up, his brows furrowed as he tried to open his eyes through the pain that was still burning.

Namjoon let go of him and stepped forward, arms crossed, squaring off against the trio. “And why the fuck should we hide it?”

“Because it’s fucking gross, dude” Yejun sneered, looking around for backup from the other two. As expected, they both nodded along like brainless followers.

“Yeah” Minhyuk added with a smirk “No one wants to see two faggots playing Fifty Shades in the middle of a kitchen”

Jungkook’s stomach twisted.

His eyes immediately darted to Taehyung, who was now half-hidden behind Namjoon’s back. His fists clenched tightly at his sides, jaw locked so hard it looked like it might crack. The rage on his face was impossible to miss.

Meanwhile Namjoon let out a low, sarcastic chuckle. The sound was laced with mockery as he stared down the three boys like they were nothing “Are you attention-starved losers jealous or something?” He then tilted his head, a slow smirk crawling across his face. “Or maybe… you want me to pin you against a wall?”

“What the actual fuck—” Minhyuk blurted out, his cheeks instantly flushing red.

“Back the fuck off” Yejun hissed, stepping forward like he actually thought he was intimidating. “Hoseok never should’ve invited freaks like you in the first place”

Namjoon remained unfazed.

Instead, he stepped forward too—towering over Yejun, his presence swallowing the air between them. His tone dropped to something darker

“Hoseok’s my boyfriend, dumbass” he said coldly. “You’d be the first ones thrown the fuck out.”

All three of them froze, mouths falling open in disbelief.

Shock painted across their faces like they’d just been slapped. Even Jungkook blinked, taken aback by the sudden revelation. He didn’t know that.

Junseo finally stepped in, slipping between them like a last-minute peacekeeper “Alright chill. Let’s not do this right now, okay?”

Jungkook almost scoffed at the audacity of that bastard. He was the first to bring his dumbass friends here, stood silent while they insulted Namjoon—and now that he saw he might get kicked out, he suddenly wanted to act like the hero of the story?

“Sorry, Namjoon. They can be really dumb sometimes” Junseo said with a weak smile, earning confused looks from both Yejun and Minhyuk.

Namjoon’s face stayed completely blank.

Junseo laughed awkwardly. “How about I get everyone a drink? As an apology. We talk it out. Start fresh, yeah?”

Jungkook had absolutely no interest in sticking around with them. In fact, he was only still here to check on Taehyung. He turned to look over his shoulder, but frowned when he realized Taehyung was gone.

“No thank you” Namjoon said coldly.

“Oh, come on” Junseo pouted, swinging his arm around Namjoon’s shoulder “Not cool to reject me when I’m trying to be nice. How are we supposed to see the good side of you if you act like this?”

Namjoon clenched his jaw. His eyes stared straight ahead and for a second, he closed them, mentally telling himself it wasn’t worth it. These guys weren’t worth wasting his breath on.

Junseo took the silence as a win and turned to the youngest with that same fake-ass smile. “Jungkook, you’re gonna hang with us too, right?”

Jungkook hesitated.

Taehyung was still nowhere to be seen. So maybe it was better to stay close to Namjoon until he came back, or at least showed up. He gave a slow nod.

That’s how they ended up sitting in the living room, a group of people pretending to be friends when the vibe couldn’t have been more awkward. Jungkook sipped his beer quietly while Junseo tried desperately to lighten the mood with random stories from his life.

Thankfully, more people joined the group later—including Hoseok, who sat beside Namjoon and pressed a kiss to his lips without a second thought. Yejun shot them a look but stayed silent, eventually glancing away.

The tension started to fade, replaced by noise and laughter as someone suggested a game of truth or dare. The room filled with shouts and chaotic dares but Jungkook wasn’t really in it. His mind kept drifting back to Taehyung, who still hadn’t shown up.

Worry crept in. What if he’d decided to leave early? Go home without telling anyone?

But that didn’t make sense. Taehyung would never leave without letting him know.

Then as if reading his thoughts, Namjoon leaned in closer and muttered under his breath “Taehyung got lemon juice in his eye earlier. He probably went upstairs to rinse it out.”

Jungkook blinked, then nodded. “Oh… okay,” he said quietly though his brows pulled together.

“Don’t worry, I sent him a message asking him to come back down soon” Namjoon added, giving his arm a small nudge and a reassuring smile.

Jungkook smiled faintly in return and nodded again, but his attention was pulled to the other side of the room by the crowd suddenly screamed

His eyes widened

Yoongi was giving Seokjin a lap dance—clearly the result of a dare—and the whole room was losing their shit, yelling his name and hyping him up like he was the main event. Jungkook’s smile grew, laughter spilling out before he even realized.

“Waaah! Can I give Jungkookie a lap dance too?” Hayun suddenly squealed, clearly drunk as she stumbled forward and practically threw herself onto his lap.

Jungkook gasped in surprise, his free hand going to her waist to steady her before she could knock him over, while his other hand still held the can.

He could barely say anything, Hayun was already wrapping her arms around his neck, her perfume overwhelming and sweet as she pressed her body against his. She swayed her hips against him in a sloppy attempt at being seductive, giggling all the while.

“Oh my god, Hayun! Get off!! don’t embarrass yourself like this!” another girl shrieked from nearby, rushing toward them in a panic.

She grabbed Hayun by the waist and yanked her off Jungkook with force, but Hayun kept whining in protest, her limbs flailing as she tried to cling back onto him.

“I’m so, so sorry” the second girl said breathlessly, bowing her head in apology as she dragged her friend away. Hayun was still giggling, slurring nonsense

Jungkook gave her an awkward smile, shaking his head slightly to say it was fine. He watched the two disappear into the crowd, but then his gaze suddenly locked onto a pair of eyes staring straight at him from a short distance away.

Taehyung

Jungkook’s heart plummeted. His entire body tensed as his hand still hovered awkwardly where Hayun had just been, now clenching into a fist on his lap. A cold wave of panic washed over him. His throat tightened. He felt like he was sinking into the floor, like the shame and confusion were physically pressing down on him.

Taehyung’s stare felt heavier than a punch to the gut. It wasn’t anger nor was it jealousy. It was worse—it felt like just an emptiness.

Jungkook expected Taehyung to be angry. To storm out of the room without a word. Or maybe to walk straight up to him and demand an explanation.

But Taehyung did none of that.

Instead, Jungkook watched as the older man smiled.

A slow, taunting smirk that curled at the corners of his lips, while the party lights flickered over his sharp features. His dark eyes glinted like the whole thing was just amusing to him.

And somehow, that unnerved Jungkook more than anything. He wanted to get up, go to him and say something but before he could move, a loud voice cut through the noise.

“Jungkook!!”

Jungkook froze, his eyes reluctantly pulling away from Taehyung to glare at the source of the interruption.

Junseo was already grinning, leaning back like he owned the place. “Truth or dare?” he asked, smug written all over his face.

Jungkook blinked, caught off guard, his mouth falling open slightly. “I’m… not even playing.”

Junseo scoffed dramatically. “Right. Happy to sit back and watch the show, but the second it’s your turn, suddenly you’re not in the game?”

“I never—” Jungkook began

“Just say you’re a pussy, Jeon.” A boy whom he couldn’t put a name on said to him

Jungkook’s eyes darkened, glaring daggers across the room as his jaw clenched. “I’m not.”

Junseo crossed his arms, clearly enjoying himself. “Then prove it.”

Jungkook’s fingers curled tightly around his can, and for a split second, he seriously considered chucking it at Junseo’s smug face, wiping that shit-eating grin off for good.

But instead, through gritted teeth he said, “Truth.”

Yejun let out a low laugh beside him. “Wow. Not even a dare? What a letdown.”

Jungkook didn’t respond. He refused to give them the satisfaction, not when he’d already agreed to play. No way in hell was he picking dare and letting them trap him into some bullshit they could laugh about later.

What Jungkook didn’t know… was that truth was exactly what Junseo had hoped he’d pick.

The smug bastard clapped his hands together, almost too gleeful, and began circling the table. His steps painfully slow, like he wanted to stretch the moment as long as he could.

“Alright, truth it is” Junseo said with a chuckle, finally stopping just a few feet away from where Jungkook sat stiffly on the couch, his eyes dark and unmoving.

“Make it quick. I don’t have time for this nonsense”

“Of course,” Junseo nodded with mock sincerity. “I’ve just had this one little question gnawing at me for a while. Couldn’t figure out how to bring it up, really. But then I thought—what better time to ask than right now, when you have to tell the truth? Since, you know… you’re not a pussy, right Jungkook?”

“Spit it out already” Jungkook snapped. But his leg suddenly began to bounce nervously, a sinking feeling creeping into his chest that things were about to go worse than he’d expected.

Junseo’s performance—because that’s what it was, a damn performance, was way too rehearsed. The suspense he was building, that confident gleam in his eye, the grin he couldn’t hide. It set off every alarm in Jungkook’s head.

His eyes flicked to Taehyung again. He was still standing where he had been. But his expression had changed. His gaze wasn’t blank anymore, now it was filled with worry, fixed on Jungkook with a silent message in his eyes that said: You don’t have to answer. You don’t owe them anything.

“When we were grabbing drinks in the kitchen,” Junseo said, nodding toward the can in his hand “I saw you reach for that one beer in the fridge.”

Jungkook frowned. “So what?”

“So—” Junseo’s grin widened, venom dripping from every syllable “I saw that the sweater you’re wearing isn’t just a sweater but a fucking crop top.”

The moment the words left his mouth, it was like the floor disappeared beneath Jungkook’s feet. For a moment he completely disconnected, sounds fading, lights dimming, everything around him blurred and faded into a hollow buzz as if he were being pulled underwater. His breath hitched, short and sharp as his heart pounded so violently it echoed in his ears, each thump ringing louder than the last.

Jungkook couldn’t move nor react

It was as if every pair of eyes in the room had turned on him, cutting through the haze and pinning him in place. His skin prickled with heat, the suffocating kind that wrapped around his chest and crawled up his neck.

He felt so… exposed

The can slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a dull thud, spilling the last of its contents onto the carpet in a small, fizzing puddle.

All he could think to do was grab the hem of his sweater and tug it down in a panic, even though it barely rode up to begin with. It wasn’t even that short.

Junseo laughed at his reaction, cruel amusement gleaming in his eyes. “Never thought I’d see you wear something so fucking ridiculous.”

Taehyung watched the color drain completely from Jungkook’s face, leaving behind nothing but the raw panic of a deer frozen in headlights

The entire room suddenly felt off. The music kept thundering through the speakers, conversations still stirred somewhere in the background, people laughed, danced—but in that immediate circle, a suffocating silence settled in.

Everyone witnessing the moment stood motionless, locked in place by the tension, their eyes glued to Jungkook like they were waiting for him to crack.

That attention fed Junseo’s ego like poison seeping into an open wound. “So, the truth I wanna know now, Jungkook” he said, louder this time, his voice slicing clean through the air like a whip “is what exactly are you hiding from us?”

Taehyung’s jaw clenched hard. He felt the same fury he’d buried earlier start to rise again, hot and pulsing in his chest, bubbling like lava just beneath the surface.

Jungkook let out a nervous laugh “I’m not hiding anything.”

“You’re supposed to tell us the truth” Yejun chimed in, raising an eyebrow with a smug tilt to his voice.

“Fuck you. I don’t owe you anything” Jungkook snapped back, voice trembling just enough to betray the war going on inside him. He was trying not to fall apart right there, not to break in front of all of them. Because if he did, he knew it would only make things worse. Give Junseo more fuel to burn him alive with.

Taehyung was just about to step in, foot already moving forward, when someone suddenly cut him off. A guy stood right in front of him and called out toward Jungkook, “Thought you weren’t a pussy.”

Jungkook’s head jerked around, eyes scanning the circle, trying to find the source.

But it was impossible to tell.

All he saw were faces. Faces staring at him. Some curious, some amused, some judging. It made his skin crawl. A sheen of sweat formed along the back of his neck, and his throat dried up like it had forgotten how to swallow.

Then he felt Namjoon shift beside him. “I thought we were past this, Junseo. What the fuck is your problem?”

Junseo’s eyes darkened as they locked onto Namjoon. And then, with a sneer that made every hair on Taehyung’s body stand on edge, he spat “You faggots are my problem. You're multiplying like a fucking virus, and I’m sick of seeing you everywhere.”

“You fucking…” Taehyung lunged forward, shoving the guy standing in his way so hard the boy stumbled and crashed to the floor.

He was seconds from launching himself at Junseo, rage completely taking over. When someone grabbed him by the arms, yanking him back with a force that made his entire body jolt.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, freak?”

Taehyung’s head snapped around, eyes locking with Yejun’s taunting stare.

“Let me go asshole, unless you want my fist in your fucking mouth” Taehyung hissed, struggling hard against his grip.

Junseo turned at the noise, his eyes landing on them. He chuckled lowly and strolled over, confidence clear in every step.

Suddenly, he grabbed Taehyung by the jaw, tilting his face toward him with rough fingers “Well look who it is, Kim Taehyung. Jungkook’s roommate. Let me guess…” his smile twisted cruelly “…you’re the one who infected him.”

“I’m gonna kill you” Taehyung growled, the threat slicing out of him like venom. He tried to step forward again, muscles tensed and shaking, but Yejun yanked his arms tighter behind his back, restraining him.

Hoseok shot to his feet “That’s enough you fucking assholes, let him go!”

Someone in the crowd snorted “Careful Junseo, you’ve got the twinks mad. Better stop before they start crying rainbows and whining to their daddy”

A few people laughed, ugly laughs that made Jungkook’s skin crawl.

“You’re one to talk” a girl snapped back. “Weren’t you the first one to cry when your girlfriend dumped you?”

“What the fuck did you just say, bitch”

The crowd started to stir again, voices rising, sides being taken. Some echoed Junseo’s cruelty. Others muttered in disapproval, though that support was clearly in the minority.

The tension was thick, like the whole thing was on the verge of spiraling if no one stepped in. But Jungkook didn’t give a shit about any of them. The only thing on his mind was Taehyung, still standing in the middle of it all, restrained like some circus act under the spotlight.

Without thinking, Jungkook’s legs moved.

He strode toward them with fire in his veins. From the corner of his eye, he saw one of Junseo’s friends reaching out to stop him, but he was too slow. Jungkook yanked his arm back in time and drove a hard right hook straight into his face sending the guy crashing to the floor with a grunt. He didn’t even blink before continuing forward.

He shoved Junseo off Taehyung, making him stumble back a few steps. Then turned his gaze to Yejun, his eyes dark and furious.

Yejun immediately released Taehyung’s arms like they were burning coal, before raising his own hands, and stepped back with exaggerated innocence.

Jungkook’s eyes softened when they landed on Taehyung. He reached out to touch his face but stopped mid-motion, pulling his hand back instead “You okay hyung?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah” he muttered, eyes already flicking past Jungkook to where Junseo stood seething “I just need five seconds with that asshole”

He stepped forward, but Jungkook pressed both palms flat against his chest, holding him back “Don’t” he said firmly

Taehyung rolled his eyes

“I thought you didn’t want any drama” Jungkook added, raising a brow.

Taehyung scoffed and leaned in closer, face inches from his “Are you blind? The fucking drama already started.”

“Then don’t make it worse” Jungkook shot back with a growl.

A sharp, hyena-like laugh cut through the moment, snapping both of their attention back to Junseo.

His eyes were glued to Jungkook’s waist, where a sliver of bare skin had peeked out beneath his sweater when he raised his arms earlier. Jungkook instantly yanked the hem down, trying to shield the exposed skin from that bastard’s stare.

“You should listen to your little girlfriend, Kim” Junseo sneered, the smirk on his face smug

“Shut that fucking mouth, motherfucker, before I come take care of it myself” Taehyung snarled, voice low. His patience was hanging by a damn thread, and he was done watching that bastard milk the situation without anyone putting him back in his place.

“You fags are all talk, I’m not scared of you” Junseo barked at him, then turned his eyes to Jungkook, targeting him again like he had no intention of letting him go anytime soon. “Did he force you to wear that disgusting shit just so you’d submit to his fantasies?”

“Shut up” Jungkook muttered under his breath, too rattled to say anything stronger as he realized the crowd’s attention was slowly shifting back to him.

“Wait a minute” Junseo chuckled with mock disgust. “You’re the one taking it up the ass, aren’t you?”

“No, I—” Jungkook blurted instinctively.

“Hell yeah, you do” Junseo spat before he could finish.

He looked at Jungkook like he was filth, like even breathing the same air was too much. “You walk around acting all tough with your muscles and your tattoos” he hissed, curling his lip “but in bed, you’re nothing but a pathetic little whore.”

The words landed like a brick to the chest.

A heavy silence fell over the room and before Taehyung could react, Jungkook’s voice rang out

“You’ve completely lost your fucking mind if you think I’d ever let some twink lay a hand on me.”

The silence that followed was even heavier.

“Jungkook, what the hell!?” Namjoon’s voice cut through the air. The look he shot him was filled with disbelief, disappointment etched across his face.

“You all need to leave me the fuck alone!” Jungkook snapped, voice rising as he jabbed a finger toward the crowd. “I’m not gay and I never fucking will be, alright?!”

He took a step back, as if being there a second longer might shatter something inside him.

He was done.

Done with Junseo. Done with explaining himself. Done with the fucking stares from strangers like he owed them an answer. He wished their eyes would disappear.

Wished he could vanish with them.

His breath caught when he bumped into a hard chest. He turned his head slowly and locked eyes with Taehyung. Those dark, hooded eyes that had been filled with rage for Junseo just moments ago, were now fixed squarely on him

Jungkook’s blood ran cold.

What the fuck had he just said? He realized too late. His mouth opened but Taehyung had already turned his back, moving away quickly

“Hyung!” Jungkook called out as his voice cracked, ignoring the mocking laughter erupting from Junseo’s crew and the stares that still clung to him like a second skin.

Taehyung was already swallowed by the crowd. But Jungkook’s eyes locked onto the glint of his leather jacket in the flashing lights his last glimpse of hope slipping away.

“Shit shit shit” Jungkook muttered over and over, shoving past anyone in his way as he chased after Taehyung. He couldn’t let him walk away. Not after what he’d said. Jungkook didn’t even know what the fuck had come over him to say something like that.

He wasn’t homophobic.

He never had been. His whole life, he’d respected people’s identities, never once made anyone feel unsafe around him.

He’d shared a goddamn apartment with Taehyung for years, watched him bring home guys, listened to his stupid little stories about flings and failed dates, and never once had it bothered him.

And now? Now, he’d stood there and spit out the most disgusting thing he could’ve said. Not to the crowd, not to Junseo, but it still hit Taehyung.

The one person who didn’t deserve it.

Jungkook’s heart thundered painfully in his chest as he pushed forward, vision blurry with panic. All he could see was the glint of Taehyung’s leather jacket disappearing deeper into the crowd. He felt like he was choking on his own breath, on the weight of what he’d done. It felt like he was never going to catch up til he saw Taehyung abruptly stop at the end of the hall.

Jungkook pushed harder, weaving through people until a group of giggling girls staggered into his path, heels wobbling as their laughter echoed down the corridor.

They were the reason Taehyung had stopped, trapped behind their drunken mess. Jungkook reached out and grabbed Taehyung’s arm, spinning him around “Tae—”

But Tae didn’t let him finish. In an instant, he grabbed Jungkook by the collar and shoved him back, slamming him hard against the wall with a force that made Jungkook gasp at the impact.

“Stay the fuck away from me” he growled, his glare so sharp it felt like it cut through skin

But even then, Jungkook didn’t let go. He gripped the front of Taehyung’s shirt and yanked him closer, their faces inches apart.

From afar anyone walking past might’ve mistaken their position, Taehyung crowding him against the wall as their bodies pressed too close. But Jungkook didn’t give a damn. “I’m sorry” he breathed, desperation bleeding through every syllable. “I swear I didn’t mean to say that. I—”

“Jungkook, I’m going to beat the shit out of you if you don’t let me go right now.”

“Then do it!” Jungkook snapped with wide eyes “I don’t care what the fuck you do to me. I’m not letting go until you’ve actually heard me.” His grip on Taehyung’s shirt tightened.

“I couldn’t give less of a shit about whatever sob story you’re about to give me” Taehyung hissed through clenched teeth “It doesn’t change what you said out there, loud and proud like it meant nothing” he shoved Jungkook harder against the wall making him grunt “Now get off me, asshole”

Jungkook winced at the pressure crushing into his back, squirming under Taehyung’s strength.

Taehyung had been hitting the gym a little too hard lately, clearly.

Still, Jungkook fought back. “I panicked, okay?” he said with a trembling voice. “Did you see them? Every single one of them had their eyes on me like I was some kind of specimen they were studying. I didn’t know what I was thinking, my brain just—”

Taehyung let out a bitter laugh “Oh so that’s your excuse now? You panic and suddenly you get a free pass to be a fucking homophobe?” he sneered “save it Jungkook, besides that was real bold coming from the guy who cries for my dick.”

Jungkook choked on his breath and instinctively looked around, like Taehyung’s words might echo above the pounding music and reach every ear in the hallway.

Taehyung took advantage of Jungkook’s moment of distraction to break free. He shoved him hard again, sending Jungkook slamming back into the wall.

This time Jungkook’s legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor with a grunt, the impact of his ass hitting the hard wooden floor making him wince. He gritted his teeth as he watched Taehyung turn to leave again.

But he instantly shot his leg out on instinct, catching Taehyung’s ankle and sending him stumbling forward before he hit the floor.

“Fuck!” he cursed, palms slapping the ground as he tried to catch himself. His eyes snapped up to glare at Jungkook in disbelief

“I’m sorry, hyung” Jungkook said as he quickly scrambled up to his feet “but I told you, I’m not letting you go until we’ve settled this” Without waiting for a response, he lunged forward and grabbed Taehyung’s ankle.

“What the fuck—” Taehyung gasped, but his words cut short as his body was yanked backward, dragged across the hallway floor like a dead weight “Jungkook what the fuck!” he shouted kicking furiously in an attempt to break free

Jungkook ignored it all. He kept pulling, hauling Taehyung’s struggling body down the hall and into the nearest bathroom. With one final tug, he pulled them both inside and slammed the door shut behind them before reaching for the lock.

But Taehyung was already on his feet.

He grabbed Jungkook by the front of his sweater with both hands, yanked him back, and pushed him against the bathroom sink. “What the fuck is your problem?” he growled, just inches from his face.

“Whats your problem?” Jungkook snapped back “Why won’t you just let me make up for one stupid mistake?”

“Cuz you’re stupid” Taehyung spat “That’s exactly why I don’t feel like wasting my time listening to your half-assed apologies just for you to do the same shit all over again”

“I won’t” Jungkook said firmly, shaking his head.

“Yes, you will!” Taehyung barked, shoving him away and stepping back. “Don’t you get it? As long as you keep pretending you’re someone you’re not, you’re going to keep screwing things up the second your precious 'straight guy' image gets threatened.”

Jungkook stood frozen, his eyes locked on Taehyung before glancing away and muttering under his breath “I won’t do it again.”

“Fucking hell, Jungkook!” Taehyung scoffed, hands clenching into fists as disbelief carved deep into his expression. “You’re still denying it.”

He ran a trembling hand through his hair, pacing like he was seconds away from snapping. Every part of him buzzed with frustration. Taehyung was this close to strangling him. Just long enough to shake the stupidity out of his skull.

Instead, he drew in a deep breath, forcing the fury down just enough, and delivered a final glare “You know what? I’m done, we are done. You wanna be straight that badly? Fine, be fucking straight”

He saw Jungkook’s eyes go wide at that, but he didn’t give it another second. He turned on his heel and made for the door.

Jungkook darted in front of him, blocking the way.

“Get the fuck out of my way.”

“Please” Jungkook whispered “Don’t leave.”

“Jungkook” Taehyung warned, his voice dropping so low it sent a shiver down Jungkook’s spine. His body instinctively twitched like it wanted to obey, but he stood firm.

Taehyung exhaled slowly, then placed a hand on his chest to shove him aside but Jungkook grabbed his collar and pulled him closer.

“Take it out on me” he said suddenly, closing the space between them.

“You’ve completely lost your mind” Taehyung muttered, yanking his arm to break free. “I’m not gonna hit you—”

“That’s not what I meant” Jungkook interrupted roughly “Use me.”

Taehyung froze, eyes locked on him.

“I’m the reason you’re this angry so I should be the one to take it” Jungkook said, his voice shaking slightly with something that sounded almost like desperation. “Fuck me. Here and now. Put all that rage into me. Make me feel it until I can’t feel anything else.”

Taehyung swallowed hard, lips parting slightly, a flicker of hesitation flashing in his eyes before it vanished behind something darker.

In the next second, Jungkook was slammed back again, this time against the wooden bathroom door. Taehyung’s hand wrapped tight around his throat. “Tell me you’re doing this on purpose” Taehyung growled, his grip tightening uncontrollably around Jungkook’s throat.

Jungkook gasped, panic flashing in his wide eyes as he felt the air cut off, his fingers scrambling to pry Taehyung’s hand away from his neck.

“This a game to you?” Taehyung asked, completely unbothered by the panic in Jungkook’s gaze “Your new way of begging for my cock? Testing my patience til I snap and fuck the brat right out of you?”

He leaned in, breath brushing against Jungkook’s lips. “Thing is, you’d never last, and you know why?”

His nose brushed Jungkook’s, the touch maddeningly soft compared to his grip. Then he whispered “because bun’s way too sensitive for that. You’d just end up sobbing, begging me to stop before I even got halfway through ruining you.”

A low, mocking chuckle escaped him as he stared Jungkook down. His hooded gaze drinking in the sight of the younger boy, eyes blown wide with panic and lust, trapped like prey beneath a predator’s claw.

Taehyung finally loosened his grip, though he kept his hand pressed firmly against Jungkook’s throat, holding him still

Jungkook sucked in a desperate breath, head tipping back to thud against the door as he panted.

His lungs burned, but his lips curved into a daring smirk as he met Taehyung’s eyes again.

“Well then, why don’t you ruin me and see just how much I can take?” Jungkook rasped through shaky breaths, his voice thick with defiance and taunting provocation.

Taehyung’s jaw clenched so tightly it felt like it might snap under the pressure. His gaze darkened as he stared at the younger man, still pinned against the bathroom door with his hand wrapped firmly around his throat. He could feel the frantic pulse beneath his palm.

And because Jungkook was being such a fucking brat, pushing every one of Taehyung’s buttons, he didn’t hesitate.

His grip tightened again, cutting off his air completely as he stared at him mercilessly.

Jungkook’s body jolted, squirming helplessly beneath his hold, his fingers clawing at Taehyung’s arm. His eyes fluttered shut, lashes trembling against flushed cheeks as he sank further into the sensation. Taehyung counted the seconds in his head—5, 6, 7 before he finally let go.

Jungkook gasped, chest heaving violently as oxygen rushed back into his lungs. His head lolled back against the door “f–fuck” he breathed, voice hoarse and broken.

A hint of a smile tugged at his lips despite the red blossoming around his throat. He felt Taehyung’s index finger tracing gently along the mark he’d just left, as if offering some quiet apology.

But Jungkook didn’t want softness.

He wanted it rough. Wanted Taehyung to take control, to push him further into this dangerous, dark space. It was a lie to himself if he said he didn’t enjoy the choke and the power Taehyung had over him.

The way his breath came and went on Taehyung’s command, his very life hanging by a thread in the older man’s grip. His throat tightened as he stared up at Taehyung again, his eyes dark with something far deeper than fear.

Taehyung stared back in silence. His brow furrowed when he noticed Jungkook wasn’t begging for him to stop which was what he expected from him by now

But Jungkook just… smiled.

Taehyung’s lips curled into an almost imperceptible smirk before a quiet, airy chuckle escaped him, sending a shiver of anticipation down Jungkook’s spine. Without a word, he shoved Jungkook harder against the door, chest flush against his as he tightened his grip on his throat again.

This time, he leaned in so close he could hear the soft, strangled sounds of Jungkook’s breath, those small, desperate chokes that only made him want to hear more.

“You really want hyung to ruin you?” Taehyung growled, his lips brushing against Jungkook’s cheek. “To pour every ounce of rage I’ve held back all fucking night into you, hm?”

He watched Jungkook try to respond, lips parting but unable to form words, choked off by the lack of oxygen. His fingers clawed at Taehyung’s hand. Not to escape but because survival kicked in, even as pleasure pulsed like fire through his veins.

Taehyung loosened his grip for a split second.

“Y–y-eah,” Jungkook rasped immediately, not wasting a second, even as his lungs still fought to recover. “I–I wanna feel it, all of it—p–please—”

The hand closed again, even tighter this time, and Jungkook’s eyes rolled back. Black spots bloomed in his vision like stars, and he felt himself slipping. Fuck, he was going to pass out. And yet his cock throbbed inside his jeans, thick and aching, arousal pulsing hard through the haze of oxygen deprivation.

And as if Taehyung could feel exactly what was happening, his knee shot up and pressed hard against Jungkook’s crotch.

The pressure was blinding. Jungkook wanted to scream but the choke strangled it halfway, leaving only a broken whimper in its place. His hands flew to Taehyung’s thigh, trying to push him away from that relentless heat. It was too much.

Taehyung finally released his throat, and Jungkook turned his head, coughing violently, his body racked with shudders. But that didn’t stop the low whine that spilled from his lips when Taehyung’s knee was still grinding slow, deep circles into his bulge.

“Didn’t know bun had a choke kink” Taehyung taunted, eyes gleaming. “I can feel how fucking hard you are for me, want it that bad huh?”

Jungkook could barely nod, eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure still throbbed between his legs.

“Answer me” Taehyung snarled as he ground his knee harder, dragging another desperate moan from Jungkook’s throat.

“Y–yes” Jungkook gasped, voice shaking. “I-I love it. Want hyung to ruin me more.”

Taehyung watched the way his cheeks flushed deep red, trailing down to the tips of his ears. He looked wrecked already, destroyed from nothing but a few chokes and a well-placed knee.

Pride curled in Taehyung’s chest. He leaned in catching Jungkook’s mouth in a deep kiss. He groaned into it, possessive and breathless before pulling back only an inch to whisper against his lips “Yeah baby. Hyung’s gonna ruin you.”

Then he kissed him again, rougher, swallowing every whimper and trembling sound that spilled from Jungkook’s mouth. His knee stayed planted between Jungkook’s legs, grinding firm and slow against the pulsing heat in his jeans. He smirked into it when he felt Jungkook buck up into him, the need taking over completely.

Taehyung’s hands slipped easily under Jungkook’s shirt, shoving the fabric up his chest until it bunched around his arms. His fingers found Jungkook’s nipples, teasing the sensitive buds before pinching them between his fingers.

Jungkook gasped at the new rush of sensation. His back arched off the door as his hands scrambled to grab onto Taehyung’s biceps, clinging for support.

He felt like he was suffocating all over again, not because Taehyung’s hand was around his throat this time, but because of the sheer intensity of his presence. His mouth opened in a desperate moan when Taehyung dragged a nail over the sensitive nub again, pinching it cruelly.

And then Taehyung stepped back, breaking all contact.

Jungkook gasped at the loss when his knees buckled immediately. He collapsed to the floor, unable to hold himself up anymore. He panted harshly, his body buzzing with lingering desire, feeling the stark contrast of his overheated skin against the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.

His head jerked back when Taehyung grabbed him roughly by the hair, forcing him to lift his gaze.

Jungkook blinked against the harsh bathroom light until it was blotted out by the imposing figure standing over him.

Taehyung was smiling.

Jungkook slowly began to gather his senses, the urge to throw out a cocky remark building in his throat. He couldn’t just stay there, kneeling and helpless, without saying something.

But Taehyung saw it coming. He knew the younger boy too well.

That’s why he yanked Jungkook’s head forward, grinding his face against the bulge straining behind his jeans. Taehyung purred low in his throat, rolling his hips in slow circles.

“This what you want bun?” he drawled, grinding shamelessly against his face. All Jungkook could manage was a muffled noise against the denim

“Didn’t quite catch that. You want it or not?” he growled.

Jungkook tried to pull back, desperate to answer properly—but Taehyung’s grip tightened mercilessly in his hair, keeping him pinned. His hips rolled again, this time with more force and Jungkook could feel him getting harder with each thrust.

The rough fabric of Taehyung’s jeans scraping against his flushed skin. A whimper escaped Jungkook’s lips as he felt himself grow achingly hard, his thighs rubbing together in search of friction.

He could touch himself. God it would be so easy, but some instinct deep inside warned him not to. Not without permission.

But that didn’t stop him from opening his mouth, hesitating for just a split second before closing his eyes and giving in, sucking hungrily at the hard bulge still trapped under the fabric separating them.

Taehyung groaned lowly when he felt the boy’s hot mouth leaving open-mouthed kisses along his clothed erection "Yeah, now I can see how badly you want it" he chuckled darkly, before tightening his grip in Jungkook’s hair and yanking him away from his crotch.

Jungkook whimpered in protest, but Taehyung kept pulling until Jungkook lost his balance and fell back onto his ass.

His back hit the door, his legs bent and spread wide open, big puppy eyes looking up at Taehyung with desperation.

Taehyung groaned internally, keeping his tight grip in Jungkook’s hair while his other hand fumbled with the button of his jeans in frustrated urgency, feeling his cock throb in excitement.

"Tell me, bun" he murmured as his hand slipped into his boxers "what’s hyung gonna do to you?"

Jungkook’s eyes flicked between Taehyung’s face and his crotch several times before finally locking onto his hands, watching as Taehyung freed his cock from his boxers.

His mouth watered at the sight “Ruin me” Jungkook breathed out, eyes glazing over with need “Hyung’s gonna ruin me…” He tried to move closer, but grimaced when Taehyung’s grip in his hair kept him pinned firmly in place.

"Exactly" Taehyung hummed, bringing the tip of his cock just inches away from Jungkook’s parted lips "But I still want you to give me a safeword."

Jungkook huffed at the demand, another damn obstacle delaying what he craved, his expression flashing annoyance.

"Whatever you want, I don’t care" he muttered under his breath.

"Gimme a damn safeword" Taehyung snapped "or you’re getting nothing."

“Fine! Lemon!” Jungkook blurted immediately, then pressed his lips together hard to stop a grin from breaking through.

Taehyung’s brows furrowed, a sharp scoff ripping from his chest when he saw the younger’s cocky little smile “You think this is funny?”

“You must’ve looked like an idiot, so yeah” Jungkook answered without hesitation, his voice smug despite the way his chest rose and fell rapidly with need.

“Mouth. Now” Taehyung simply growled.

Jungkook’s smile widened and then he obeyed, opening wide, tongue lolling out invitingly.

Taehyung didn’t waste a second. He pushed his cock inside, groaning in satisfaction as the wet heat of Jungkook’s mouth closed around him, swallowing him whole. He stayed like that for a few seconds, just letting Jungkook feel the overwhelming fullness of his cock stretching his mouth.

“Don’t hesitate to tap my thigh if you wanna stop, alright?” Taehyung muttered softly before pulling out slightly, only the swollen tip remaining between Jungkook’s lips.

Jungkook immediately went to work, swirling his tongue around the head, teasing the slit, then wrapping his tongue fully around the shaft. But Taehyung didn’t let him do much more.

With a rough thrust of his hips, he shoved himself deep back into Jungkook’s mouth, making the man gag loudly at the intrusion.

Taehyung began to move his hips, fucking Jungkook’s mouth steadily. Fucking that damn mouth that loved to play with his nerves, whether it was teasing him or driving him crazy. A smirk tugged at his lips as he glanced down, biting his bottom lip at the sight.

Jungkook had his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth completely stuffed full, gagging and whimpering every time Taehyung went deeper with each thrust.

“You’re so much better like this” Taehyung said proudly, cupping Jungkook’s flushed cheek with his free hand, thumb brushing his skin almost sweetly “Look at me, baby.”

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open, slow and dazed, his gaze dragging upward until he met Taehyung’s hooded, lust-darkened eyes. His nostrils flared slightly as he struggled to breathe through his nose, but he kept his mouth wide open.

“That’s it… keep your eyes on me” Taehyung cooed, pulling his hips back just enough before sliding back in smoothly, never breaking their eye contact.

He was too calm Jungkook realized suddenly, blinking up at him. Taehyung was way too fucking calm, and it was suspicious. He kept saying over and over that he was going to ruin him, so why the hell was he tenderly fucking his mouth like they had all night to waste?

And then as if his thoughts had been heard, Taehyung’s large palm slowly wrapped around his throat. A cold shiver ran down Jungkook’s spine as he felt the hand settle there—not squeezing, but present, threatening to tighten at any moment.

Jungkook tried to swallow but couldn’t, not with Taehyung’s cock still thrusting deep into him.

"Feel that, bun?" Taehyung muttered so low that Jungkook might not have heard it if he hadn't already been staring at his face, watching his mouth move.

His brows knitted together in confusion.

"You feel me?" Taehyung asked again, clarifying it as he let his index finger trail along the part of Jungkook’s throat that bulged every time his thick cock pushed through "Right here" he whispered with a smirk.

That’s hot, Jungkook thought. He could feel his eyes starting to water as he kept them locked on the man above him. His throat flexed around the intrusion, feeling as if it might split apart, the impression that Taehyung’s cock was only getting thicker with every shove.

Taehyung chuckled darkly "What do you think people would say if they saw you like this, huh? Jeon Jungkook, letting his mouth get fucked by a twink, taking cock deep like the little whore he is."

It’s coming, Jungkook realized—the rage. He saw it ignite in Taehyung’s eyes again, like a fire that had just caught its second wind.

"You know you didn’t even lock the door," Taehyung reminded him with a vicious thrust, making Jungkook gag, his eyes rolling back into his head "Anyone could walk in right now and see you in this pathetic state."

Jungkook finally, fully realized what Taehyung was telling him. Panic surged sharply through the pleasure fogging his brain. His eyes snapped to the door handle, staring at it like he half-expected it to twist at any second.

"I told you to keep your eyes on me" Taehyung snarled as he pressed his foot against Jungkook’s crotch.

The younger let out a choked whine, instinctively trying to clamp his thighs shut, but Taehyung’s other leg was already positioned between his, keeping them forcibly spread apart. The first tears finally slipped down Jungkook’s flushed cheeks.

Taehyung’s glare hardened as he clicked his tongue in annoyance and pulled his cock out of Jungkook’s dripping, wrecked mouth.

Jungkook gasped for air, a broken sob tearing out of him as he tried to plead, “T-Tae, s-stop—”

Taehyung twisted his foot cruelly against Jungkook’s erection, stomping down with deliberate force like he was grinding out a cigarette. Jungkook cried out, the broken sound echoing harshly around the bathroom.

“What did I fucking say” Taehyung laughed coldly, not letting up. “Where’s that stupid little confidence that told me you could take it all? Huh? Cuz I haven’t even started and I’m still fucking frustrated” he growled, grinding his foot down harder.

Jungkook whined again, voice wrecked and wet with sobs, his vision swimming as hot tears streamed nonstop down his cheeks. He tried to speak, tried to beg, but whatever came out was incoherent, desperate mumbling.

Taehyung, irritated by the useless sounds, pressed the ball of his foot firmly against Jungkook’s throbbing cock again, grinding slow and cruel. Jungkook reacted, his trembling hands flying up to grab desperately at Taehyung’s ankle, trying to push him off.

“Hands off!” Taehyung snapped immediately. And Jungkook obeyed, dropping his hands to his sides, lying flat on the cold floor, still whimpering silently.

Taehyung sighed at the boy's wrecked state. Jungkook was a mess, his head clearly not all there anymore. And Taehyung knew that if he dragged this out any longer, Jungkook might actually pass out from pleasure, sensitivity, or whatever the hell it was.

So he bent down, hooked his hands under Jungkook’s arms, and hauled him back up onto shaky legs. Jungkook blinked dazedly, his mind foggy as he felt his legs trembling violently under him.

Taehyung guided him toward the sink, setting both of Jungkook’s hands firmly on the edge. "Want me to stop?" he heard Taehyung ask, their eyes locking in the reflection of the large mirror.

A long silence stretched between them, Jungkook’s mind blank, his mouth slightly open but no words coming out.

Taehyung rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath “No way he’s already that fucked up” before sliding his hand back under Jungkook’s sweater and pinching one of his sensitive nipples.

The touch snapped something back into Jungkook’s mind. He let out a soft moan, dropping his head forward. His hips instinctively pushing back to collide with Taehyung’s crotch.

"You hear me?" Taehyung asked again.

"Y-Yeah," Jungkook mumbled "d-don’t wanna stop" he finally answered the earlier question.

“You sure? You remember your safeword?” Taehyung double-checked, his hand soothing circles into Jungkook’s trembling hip. Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, fucking lemon” he muttered once his eyes regained their clarity, staring at Taehyung like he hadn’t just been completely disconnected from the world a second ago. “Just fuck me already”

Taehyung grimaced at the tone before clenching his jaw. His hand found its way back into Jungkook’s long hair, yanking his head back

“I’m going to fuck you until you’re too stupid to say a single coherent sentence” Taehyung growled low against his ear, his hot breath ghosting over sensitive skin.

And without waiting another second, Taehyung undid the button of Jungkook’s jeans, yanking them down along with his boxers. Jungkook’s cock sprang free, flushed red and dripping precum, twitching eagerly against his stomach.

But Taehyung barely glanced at it. His gaze was locked lower, fixated on the perfect curve of Jungkook’s ass. Licking his lips slowly, Taehyung planted one firm hand against the small of Jungkook’s back and pushed, forcing him to bend further over the sink.

Jungkook whimpered, muscles trembling under the weight of Taehyung’s hand. His fingers clenched tighter around the edges of the cold porcelain.

One hand slid over a round cheek, stroking the soft skin almost reverently before delivering a sharp slap that made Jungkook moan out loud, his cock jerking against the open air.

"Would’ve eaten you out so good, bun" Taehyung said mockingly, pouting in fake sympathy "but you don’t deserve it."

Keeping his eyes locked onto Jungkook’s reflection, Taehyung raised two fingers to his mouth, sucking on them greedily, getting them slick and wet while Jungkook watched him through half-lidded eyes.

Jungkook’s grip on the edge of the sink tightened when he felt Taehyung’s other hand grab one of his cheeks, spreading him open for a full view of his tight, vulnerable hole.

He gulped nervously but couldn’t look away, watching every second of it reflected back at him—the raw hunger in Taehyung’s expression, the way his smirk widened when he started tracing slow circles around his rim with the wet fingertips. Jungkook shivered, his knees weak.

Then one slick finger breached him, pushing inside with a maddening slowness. Jungkook’s face twisted in a grimace, a broken sound leaving his lips as he tried to relax around the stretching burn.

"You're so fucking tight" Taehyung growled, voice thick with lust as he kept working his finger inside the boy, who whimpered pitifully with every slow thrust. "You're gonna take me so well, aren’t you?"

"Y-Yes," Jungkook forced out, voice cracking as his cock twitched helplessly in the air aching for attention.

"Yeah" Taehyung purred, smirking darkly "just like always." he pulled his finger out just enough to spit messily into his own hand, smearing it over his fingers before plunging them both back into Jungkook’s heat.

“F-Fuck” Jungkook gasped, his hips jerking instinctively. He hadn’t expected the second finger, and the stretch made his whole body twitch before he shamelessly pushed back against it, chasing after the friction like he was starving for it.

Taehyung let out a low, taunting laugh. "Such a filthy little slut. Aren’t you even ashamed?”

Jungkook shook his head sharply with no hesitation, grinding back harder and letting Taehyung sink his fingers deeper with a slick, obscene noise. Another sharp slap rang through the bathroom, followed by a broken moan from Jungkook’s throat.

“Not even ashamed,” Taehyung sneered, punctuating his words with another thrust of his fingers “Getting fingered like a cheap whore and with the goddamn door unlocked?”

Fuck the door. Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat as he remembered. It was still unlocked. Anyone could walk in. It was a fucking miracle no one had already.

"What if someone walks in, huh? What are you gonna do then?" Taehyung brushed teasingly over Jungkook’s prostate, enough to make him shiver but never enough to satisfy.

Jungkook’s lip quivered, his heart pounding painfully against his ribs “L-Lock it” he begged under his breath.

Taehyung tilted his head thoughtfully, then smirked and shook his head “No”

“Wha—” Jungkook blinked at him in disbelief, panic starting to rise “Lock the fucking door!”

“I said no.”

“Taehyung!” Jungkook snapped, struggling to wriggle away, but Taehyung was faster.

He planted a hand firmly between Jungkook’s shoulder blades, shoving him down against the sink. Without missing a beat, he slammed both fingers harder against Jungkook’s prostate.

The pleasure hit like a fucking truck. Jungkook’s vision went white for a second as a high-pitched whine tore from his throat. His body went numb, trembling and pliant under Taehyung’s control, all resistance drained from him.

“And what if I told you,” Taehyung whispered low against his ear “that I want someone to walk through that door? Want them to catch you like this—squirming underneath me, whining like a desperate little bitch for my fingers?”

He felt Jungkook's body tense sharply under him, muscles seizing up for a second before he started shaking.

Still, Taehyung kept pounding into him mercilessly, watching as Jungkook’s hole greedily sucked his fingers in deeper and deeper.

Taehyung smiled darkly, leaning in until his breath ghosted over Jungkook’s ear. “But you’d like that too, wouldn’t you bun?” he murmured. “You’d love for them to see how fucking wrecked you get for me. How fucked-out and needy you can be… taking everything I give you while crying and begging for more. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“T-Tae” Jungkook gasped, feeling a burning heat coil in his belly, his cock leaking endlessly against the sink.

“Yeah, just like that,” Taehyung purred “You’d moan my name for them, let them all hear who you belong to.”

“They’d judge you,” Taehyung continued, his voice dripping with cruel affection “They’d be outraged that the ‘straight boy’ who swore he’d never let a faggot touch him is here… begging cock like a greedy little whore, drooling and crying from how good it feels. Never getting enough of the fullness that makes you see fucking stars.”

“S-Stop” Jungkook whimpered weakly, thighs trembling as he tried to squeeze them together, overwhelmed by the painful pleasure burning through him “Stop please, lock the door—c-can’t take it anymore. t-they’re gonna see—gonna see what a fucking whore I am for you, please” Jungkook babbled, not even realizing what he was confessing.

"Exactly" Taehyung rasped before slamming his fingers viciously into Jungkook’s prostate, grinding in deep, and growled against his ear “My whore. Prettiest fucking whore of them all.”

Jungkook shattered. A choked sob tore from his throat as his cock spasmed violently, spilling ropes of cum across the sink in messy, filthy spurts. He slumped forward with a wrecked cry, still clenching helplessly around Taehyung’s fingers buried inside him.

"Good" Taehyung murmured as he pulled his fingers free, admiring the sight of Jungkook’s hole still gaping and clenching around nothing while the boy panted harshly.

He grabbed Jungkook by the shoulders, hauling him upright and turning him to face him. Jungkook barely managed to stand. His legs were trembling too much, and he collapsed forward against Taehyung’s chest with a soft whimper.

Taehyung slid a finger under his chin, tilting his face up, forcing their eyes to meet "Want to stop?" he whispered.

Jungkook shook his head immediately, making Taehyung’s lips curve into a satisfied smile.

Then their mouths crashed together, desperate and wild, as Taehyung guided him backward. His hands gripped Jungkook’s waist firmly, knowing the boy would collapse if he didn’t hold him up. They stumbled clumsily, pants shoved down to their thighs, until Jungkook’s back slammed into the wall.

Breaking the kiss, Taehyung crouched slightly, hooking his arms under Jungkook’s knees. And with one powerful push, he lifted him clean off the ground, effortlessly spreading him wide open across his arms.

“O-oh” Jungkook gasped in pure surprise, his cheeks instantly flushing a deep red. Taehyung was carrying him like he weighed nothing, like he was just a bag of feathers.

"Impressed?" Taehyung asked, one eyebrow cocked in that infuriatingly cocky way.

Jungkook’s face burned hotter. He let out a scoff and buried his face in the crook of Taehyung’s neck, trying to hide his stupid blush "S-Shut up" he mumbled, voice muffled against his skin.

Taehyung chuckled, the deep sound vibrating through his neck and into Jungkook’s flushed cheek. But then his laughter cut off, replaced by a low, commanding whisper "Breathe, baby."

Jungkook frowned slightly at the sudden order—his entire body tensed, a sharp gasp ripping through him as he felt the thick head of Taehyung’s cock pressing against his entrance.

Jungkook’s mouth fell open in a silent scream. His fingers clutched instinctively at Taehyung’s shoulders, nails digging in.

"Breathe" Taehyung repeated, voice firmer this time.

His mouth hung open, desperate and slack around the intrusion stretching him impossibly full. His thighs instinctively tried to clamp shut, crushing around Taehyung’s torso, but Taehyung only grunted and pushed in deeper until he was fully buried inside.

Jungkook whimpered brokenly, grabbing a desperate fistful of Taehyung’s hair and yanking, needing something to anchor himself while his body struggled to adjust around the cock impaling him so deep "T-Tae... t-too much" Jungkook squeaked out in a tiny, trembling voice.

"Shhhh" Taehyung simply hushed him. Then pulled out almost entirely, before slamming back in hard, nailing Jungkook’s prostate with brutal precision and forcing a scream out of him

"Hyung promised to ruin you," Taehyung rasped. "So now you shut up and fucking take it."

He didn’t wait for a response before setting a brutal pace, thrusting in and out of the tight heat of Jungkook’s body. Of course, Jungkook didn’t stay quiet. He couldn’t. His sweet voice kept pitching higher, gasping, moaning shamelessly with every hard thrust. Exactly the way Taehyung loved hearing him, falling apart on his cock, taking everything he gave him.

"F-Fuck... look at you" Taehyung growled "aren’t you scared being this loud? Moaning like a bitch in heat—you’re gonna end up bringing people here yourself"

Jungkook’s mouth immediately snapped shut, whimpering in desperate little muffled sounds instead. His tear-filled eyes locked onto Taehyung’s like a scolded puppy, trembling as he continued to take everything he was given.

Taehyung pouted mockingly before grabbing Jungkook’s ass, kneading and spreading him wide in his hands

“No actually, I wanna hear you” he said as he slammed harder into him, making the boy jolt and clench desperately around him “Come on. Let me hear you scream for me.”

Jungkook shook his head frantically, forcing himself to only let out weak, trembling sounds, nearly inaudible which made Taehyung’s frown deepen in annoyance.

“Jungkook…” Taehyung murmured lowly, grinding slowly with his hips as he teased the rim of his hole.

The tip of his cock pressed torturously against Jungkook’s prostate, dragging a needy sound from Jungkook’s throat though his mouth remained firmly shut. His arms locked tighter around Taehyung’s neck, seeking anchorage, something to hold onto as the intensity inside him built, sharp and relentless.

Then his eyes flicked toward the door directly in front of them, catching the handle slowly turning down. He frowned, dazed, blinking like he wasn’t sure what he was seeing.

Taehyung, with his back to the door, kept moving inside him. He leaned in to trail kisses down Jungkook’s sweaty skin, tasting the salt of him. Until Jungkook’s fingers suddenly fisted in his hair and yanked hard, snapping Taehyung’s head back with a grimace.

Their eyes met. Jungkook’s blown wide in horror, staring over his shoulder at something behind them. “S-Stop” he whispered, barely audible.

Taehyung frowned, ready to scoff and ignore the plea by thrusting in harder. But then Jungkook whispered again, voice trembling “Lemon, l-lemon Taehyung. Stop.”

The safeword hit him like a slap.

Taehyung stilled instantly. His heart dropped straight into his stomach at the way Jungkook’s voice broke. Fuck. Did he hurt him? He was just about to ask if he was okay when a voice echoed behind him, freezing him completely in place.

“I told you, no one’s gonna see anything. Just bring your asses over here.”

Taehyung snapped out of his paralysis, turning his head to see the door ajar, the handle pressed down as someone’s hand was still resting on it. The hallway beyond was dim, but the faint thump of music from the party spilled in, clear now.

Fuck. He should’ve locked it.

He felt Jungkook trembling in his arms and quickly looked back at him. His whole body vibrating with panic. His wide eyes still pinned to that door, as if he couldn’t look away in case it swung fully open and exposed them.

“Shit,” Taehyung whispered, his eyes finally sweeping across the bathroom like he was seeing it for the first time, mind scrambling for any way out. He might’ve said he wanted someone to catch them, to see Jungkook like this, ruined and breathless. But he hadn’t meant it.

“Taehyung”

“I know. Gimme a second” he growled under his breath, cock still buried deep inside Jungkook’s heat, twitching with the need to move.

He had to be insane, because despite the panic tightening in his chest, the thrill made his blood burn hotter. It was fucked up—he knew it—but the danger didn’t just scare him. It turned him on.

His eyes flicked to the wall Jungkook was pressed against. Then out of the corner of his eye, he caught the slight gap along the side. His gaze followed the edge, tracking the narrow entrance that led behind the divider. That wasn’t a full wall, he finally realized. It was a partition, just a half-wall separating the bathroom from the shower.

“I’m telling you, we’re not getting caught.”

Taehyung tightened his arms around Jungkook’s waist and, began to move, dragging them both into the shower just as the bathroom door creaked fully open.

Jungkook gasped silently when his back hit the cold tile, the chill jolting up his spine. His legs wrapped instinctively around Taehyung’s hips, arms looped tightly around his neck. His heart was pounding so loud it felt like the whole bathroom could hear it, like every beat echoed off the tiled walls.

“This whole house is a fucking dream. Wish I had parents that rich” a boy muttered, just before the sound of multiple footsteps echoed through the hallway, followed by the door slamming shut.

“Alright, hand over the stuff” another voice chimed in.

“Wait, let me open the window first or we’re going to end up smelling all the smoke.”

A chill breeze from the cold night slipped into the bathroom as the small window creaked open. Paper rustled under eager fingers, fumbling with the contents like they couldn’t get it ready fast enough. Then came the soft flick of a lighter, once, twice, still failing to catch.

“Come on,” someone growled, frustration thick in his voice, chased by a low chuckle.

“You’re fucking desperate.”

“Shut up” the other snapped before finally managing to light it. A drag. Then an exhale, heavy, filling the room with the sharp, hazy scent of weed.

Taehyung nearly growled in frustration as the smell hit his nose. Of all the damn bathrooms in this godforsaken mansion, the stoners had to pick this one.

He turned slightly, glancing to his left where Jungkook had his face buried against his neck, breath shallow and shaky. His body was tense, trying to stay still, trying not to make a sound.

As the boys outside started chatting, Taehyung let his nose brush gently against the side of Jungkook’s face, breathing in the soft vanilla scent of his hair.

This was ridiculous. He could feel Jungkook’s hole clench and release around him, so tight, so reactive, as if begging for more friction—pleading for him to keep thrusting.

Taehyung smiled to himself at the insane idea. Until the smile vanished, replaced by the creeping weight of temptation. His mind twisted, entertained the thought as if it were an actual option. He shook his head quickly, trying to shove away whatever devil was whispering those reckless things in his ear.

Feel him. Feel how he’s begging for you with every squeeze. How he’s aching for your cock to pound into him. Right now.

Taehyung bit down on his tongue hard, his cock throbbing, trapped deep inside Jungkook’s heat. Was he seriously losing his mind? Because there was no fucking way he was actually considering fucking Jungkook, now, with a group of guys just on the other side of the wall.

feel him, ruin him that damned voice rasped again.

He felt Jungkook clench again, unconsciously, and it made his cock twitch violently in return.

Taehyung closed his eyes, dragging in a shaky breath. He pressed his body more firmly against Jungkook’s, pinning him tight to the wall to make sure he couldn’t move an inch. Couldn’t slip away from what was coming.

Slowly, he began to pull his cock out.

The faint friction made Jungkook tense before he tilted his head up, meeting Taehyung’s gaze with pure disbelief. His brows were furrowed, silently demanding: What the hell are you doing?

Taehyung mouthed, “Be silent” just before he snapped his hips forward, burying himself all the way back inside that tight, trembling heat.

Jungkook’s lips parted in a silent cry as his body seized against the wall. His hands flew up to clutch at Taehyung’s shoulders, nails digging in hard to stay grounded.

He wanted to scream.

No actually, he wanted to slap Taehyung and scream at him, ask him what the fuck was wrong with him.

Taehyung knew how sensitive he was right now. Knew how even the slightest touch had him falling apart. So why was this bastard grinding into him, why was he fucking moving?

His breath hitched when he heard the boys laughing on the other side of the partition. He didn’t even know what the guys were laughing at, their muffled voices melting into background noise as his mind buzzed with a volatile cocktail of anxiety and unbearable pleasure.

Jungkook dropped his head against Taehyung’s shoulder, seeking refuge in the crook of his neck. As if hiding there could protect him from the danger lurking just a few feet away. His eyes squeezed shut, body locked up in fear and overstimulation.

Then he felt Taehyung lean in, lips brushing against the shell of his ear like a kiss from the devil himself “If you make a sound” he whispered, barely audible “they’ll know.”

And with those words, Taehyung rolled his hips forward, firm and deliberate. Hitting Jungkook’s prostate dead-on, then again, establishing a slow, devastating rhythm.

Jungkook bit down into Taehyung’s shoulder, his teeth sinking into skin in a desperate attempt to stifle the choked moan that almost tore from his throat. His nails dragged down Taehyung’s back, leaving angry red lines on his tanned skin. His own cock was rock hard again, pressed between them, leaking precum with every grind Taehyung gave him.

He had lost his mind too. Every nerve inside him screamed, overloaded with sensation, while his thoughts faded into a blank haze of pleasure. He couldn’t believe that he was seconds away from begging Taehyung for more. Begging. Begging when all he should be doing is stopping this. He could use the safeword again, he should. And Taehyung would stop.

He would stop, no matter what.

But he didn’t want it to stop. Jungkook wanted more. More of that aching thrill that felt like a sin on his tongue and danger in his blood. He was dangling over the edge, and the only thing keeping him upright was the fear. The awareness that one sound—just a single whimper too loud—and it would all come crashing down.

“Ssshhh” Taehyung hushed lowly in Jungkook’s ear, even though the boy was already impossibly silent for someone in his condition.

He kept pounding into him, relentless, before biting down on Jungkook’s earlobe with a growl. Jungkook’s thighs clamped tighter around his waist, forcing Taehyung even deeper inside.

Taehyung barely stifled a groan, his vision blurring for a second under the rush of pleasure. Fuck. Jungkook was so tight—so unbearably tight, that he was seconds away from spilling inside him.

“No, how the hell did you miss it!? It was insane. Junseo was humiliating Jungkook in front of everyone in the living room”

Jungkook’s eyes flew open. The words hit him all at once like a punch to the chest. His attention ripped from the sensation inside him to the voices just beyond the wall.

“Humiliating him how?” one of them asked, curiosity piqued. An exhale. Then in a low voice “He was implying that Jeon’s gay. Said he takes dick up the ass.”

“No way” the other gasped.

Jungkook wanted to vanish. Disappear into the wall. Hearing strangers talk about him like this, gossiping while he was literally right there in the same room, getting railed senseless. It was mortifying.

“I don’t buy it to be honest” one of them added.

Silence followed, his friends clearly waiting for the rest. “I mean, Junseo’s always been full of shit. And Jungkook… he’s straight. I’ve never seen him act sus around a single guy.”

“True”

“And even if he was gay, he wouldn’t be the one getting fucked” the boy added confidently. “He gives off serious top energy. Definitely the one in control.”

The other two lazily hummed in agreement.

Jungkook’s eyes snapped to Taehyung.

And of course, of fucking course Taehyung was staring right back at him with the smuggest grin plastered across his face. Mocking. His eyebrow lifted as he tilted his head, lips silently mouthing "Oh really?"

Jungkook shook his head violently. No. No no no. That wasn’t him. That wasn’t what he had said or agreed to. He knew Taehyung would always be the one in control, the only one to fuck him with that thick cock. so why the hell was Taehyung acting like he’d ever implied otherwise?

A silent whimper of panic escaped his throat when he suddenly felt Taehyung pull out, completely.

Jungkook immediately began to squirm, writhing in his grip because he knew exactly what was coming. And the thing was, if Taehyung trusted back in—hard and deep—right on his prostate, there was no way he’d be able to hold back the sound. He’d scream. Cried out.

They’d fucking get caught.

Taehyung slammed his cock back inside him in one brutal thrust, crushing Jungkook’s prostate with unrelenting force.

Jungkook’s mouth fell open in a shocked gasp as a blinding jolt of pleasure rocketed through him. His sensitive bundle of nerves had been crushed so hard, he swore he saw stars, just before he forced his mouth shut and bit down hard on his bottom lip, strangling the sound that tried to escape. His teeth clenched so violently he tasted blood.

A fresh wave of sweat rolled down his trembling body as he cracked his eyes open, staring up at Taehyung through heavy lashes.

Taehyung’s dark eyes stared back, merciless. His grip tightened on Jungkook’s ass until the boy mewled softly into the touch. Taehyung smiled wide. Something wild and hungry flashing in those dangerous, hooded eyes. Jungkook swore his heart skipped a beat, pounding too fast from the surge of adrenaline.

Suddenly, his thighs were forced back, crushed tight against his chest as Taehyung leaned in with all his weight, completely folding him in two against the cold shower wall.

His breath ghosted over Jungkook’s ear as he rasped “I’m sick of not hearing your slutty little moans, bun. You should be screaming with how good I fuck you.”

Jungkook stared at him in utter disbelief, his head shaking slowly back and forth. “Y-You… you’re insane” he whispered, barely audible.

“Damn right I am” Taehyung murmured back without missing a beat, lips brushing against his. “I’m fucking obsessed with that tight hole that milks my cock so good. With that fucked-out, sensitive body that begs for more even when you’re about to pass out.”

They’re going to hear us Jungkook thought in a haze.

“So why don’t you scream for me?” Taehyung purred, voice sweet and fake with a pout before pressing a soft kiss to Jungkook’s lips “be grateful for what hyung gives you, yeah?”

“Fuck y-AHNG!” Jungkook’s voice cracked into a scream mid-sentence when Taehyung started moving again, hips snapping forward as his cock slammed deep into Jungkook’s thoroughly wrecked hole.

There was nothing gentle in Taehyung’s rhythm, each thrust brutal, relentless, like he didn’t give a single fuck that they weren’t alone in the room.

“Come on baby” Taehyung growled, breath hot against his cheek “let them hear how good hyung fucks you.”

Jungkook whimpered helplessly, his overstimulated cock twitching harder at those words. There was no way they hadn’t been heard by now. The sound of skin slapping echoed off the walls, obscene and loud as Taehyung fucked him in an impossibly fast pace.

Taehyung let out a breathless chuckle, his grip on Jungkook’s ass tightening as he tried to keep the younger in his arms, his own muscles trembling with exertion.

“Look at you leaking like crazy.”

Jungkook followed his gaze—eyes dropping down to his own cock, flushed red and swollen, trapped between their stomachs. The tip throbbed with every shallow thrust, precum spilling out in endless, desperate pulses.

An involuntary moan slipped from Jungkook’s lips, quiet but loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.

“Yeah… just like that” Taehyung praised, leaning in to press open-mouthed kisses along the underside of Jungkook’s jaw “Again” he demanded, snapping his hips forward.

Another moan left Jungkook’s mouth, louder this time.

“Again” Taehyung growled into his throat, pounding upward now, chasing his own release in the heat of Jungkook’s body. He grabbed Jungkook’s hips, forcing him to move, guiding his motions with strong, demanding hands. Jungkook’s hips began to roll down onto his cock, grinding into each thrust as Taehyung kept fucking up into him.

Both of them groaned, utterly lost in the moment, their breathing ragged and desperate as the soaked remains of their clothes clung to their overheated skin.

And then it hit. The thrust that was too much, the pressure too perfect, slamming straight into Jungkook’s overstimulated prostate and knocking the air from his lungs. He screamed, loud. So loud that for a moment, Taehyung genuinely wondered if the entire house had just heard him cry out in ecstasy.

But his thoughts scattered the instant Jungkook’s walls clenched around him tight and hot, gripping him so hard it was impossible to move. Taehyung’s own mouth fell open in a low, broken groan.

“F-Fuck—too tight… baby…” Taehyung gasped, his forehead dropping against Jungkook’s chest as his cock was sucked in so deep he felt caged inside him.

Even with Jungkook’s body holding him in a vice, Taehyung rutted deeper, grinding his hips in slow, tight circles. Forcing every inch of himself to be felt, dragging against every sensitive spot inside Jungkook.

“T-Tae…” Jungkook gasped, barely able to speak before his back arched off the wall with another loud, drawn-out moan tearing from his throat.

His orgasm finally crashed into him—violent and overwhelming—and he came hard. His release hit so hard, his cock twitched violently from the overstimulation, cum shooting up with force and splattering across Taehyung’s face.

The older man closed his eyes as the warm liquid splashed across his skin.

Then he slowly lifted his head from Jungkook’s chest and looked him straight in the eyes.

Jungkook still panting with his mouth open, blinked down at him through the haze, dazed and glassy-eyed. For a few seconds he just stared. His brows pulled together slightly, and he reached out toward Taehyung’s cheek with two trembling fingers.

He touched the slick mess on Taehyung’s skin, swiping a bit of the semen onto his fingertips, then brought them to his lips, inspecting it silently. Taehyung watched him calmly.

Jungkook unexpectedly slipped his fingers into his mouth, sucking his own cum off them before pulling them out with a loud pop and a soft giggle “y-you… you’re a whole mess” he whispered.

“Am I?” Taehyung asked, voice low as he cocked a brow.

“Yeah…” Jungkook breathed, eyes fluttering shut as his head dropped back against the wall behind him. His Adam’s apple bobbed clearly when he swallowed hard.

Taehyung chuckled at the sight, Jungkook all pliant and spent. “You know what hyung’s gonna do now, bun?”

“Y-Yes…” Jungkook muttered weakly.

“Want me to stop?”

“N-No, please… w-wanna be a mess too…”

Taehyung leaned in with a dark smirk “of course you do.”

And with that, he gathered the last of the energy he had left, picking up his pace again. Falling right back into that same brutal rhythm. A deep growl rumbled from his chest as he felt himself getting closer with every thrust, his cock burying deep inside Jungkook’s heat, dragging him toward the edge.

And the sight of Jungkook pinned against the wall, his body jolting every time he took a thrust, didn’t help either. Especially not with that pretty mouth of his letting out soft, breathy ah’s that sounded like pure sin.

Taehyung’s grip tightened around his hips, fingers digging into his soft, milky skin, hard enough to leave deep bruises. With one final groan, he let go, emptying himself deep inside Jungkook as his vision blurred with dark spots. His hot release painted the younger’s insides white, filling him to the brim.

Jungkook’s eyes rolled back as he let out a high, broken whine, overwhelmed by the intense sensation of finally being completely filled.

Jungkook quickly grabbed his face and crushed their lips together, tasting Taehyung’s soft mouth and the lingering trace of his own cum on his tongue.

Taehyung didn’t let go. He held their kiss as he slowly crouched down, lowering himself to his knees on the cold tiles, no longer having the strength to keep Jungkook in his arms while standing.

They kept kissing, messy and desperate, groaning into each other’s mouths until their bodies begged for air, forcing them to break apart.

Jungkook rested his forehead against Taehyung’s, eyes fluttering shut. He softly nuzzled his nose against his hyung’s, savoring every second of his warmth, his presence.

The man he loved…

The thought hit Jungkook like a wave. His eyes blinked open in surprise, locking instantly with Taehyung’s already watching gaze. Did he… love Taehyung? No, no. It had to be lust.

His brain must’ve confused love with desire.

“Hyung” Jungkook mumbled sleepily, nuzzling into Taehyung’s neck “wanna shower and sleep”

“Yeah me too. Let’s go home” Taehyung said gently, pulling Jungkook off his now-soft cock and easing him carefully onto the tiles.

He stood up, adjusting his clothes and zipping up his jeans before walking to the other side of the bathroom where the wide mirror revealed his reflection.

He grimaced at the sight, completely fucked out, hair a mess, shirt wrinkled and stained with Jungkook’s cum. He turned on the tap, rinsed his face, then ran a wet hand through his hair. Picking up a towel, he soaked it in warm water and walked back to Jungkook, who was still sitting on the floor, eyes closed.

Taehyung crouched beside him, lifting his chin gently with a finger. “You still with me?”

“Mmh” Jungkook hummed without opening his eyes.

“Don’t fall asleep before we get to the car, bun. Or I’ll have to carry you in front of everyone” Taehyung warned softly, dabbing the warm towel over his face and neck, then down lower, wiping away the mess from his cock and inner thighs.

Jungkook twitched at the gentle touch, a soft squirm slipping through.

When he was done, Taehyung stood up and tossed the towel in the bin. He was pretty sure Hoseok or whoever wouldn’t miss it.

“Come on” he said, standing in front of Jungkook with his hand extended.

Jungkook didn’t move. Taehyung frowned and crouched again, tilting his head as he looked at the younger’s relaxed face. “You sleeping bun?”

No answer

Taehyung just sighed with a small smile and carefully scooped him up, lifting Jungkook into his arms. The younger instinctively wrapped his legs around Taehyung’s waist and his arms over his shoulders.

He barely made it out of the bathroom before he felt Jungkook tightening his hold, mumbling half-asleep into his neck “Hyung’s gonna hug me when we get home…”

Taehyung chuckled, warmth blooming in his chest.

“Yeah. Hyung’s gonna clean you up, pamper you with kisses, tuck you in, give you even more kisses, and then hold you all night long.”

He heard a soft giggle against his ear, and his heart swelled so full it almost hurt.

Then he stopped mid-step. From the hallway, he spotted the living room still full of people, despite it being nearly 4AM. But it wasn’t the crowd that caught his eye, it was someone in particular.

He bit down on his lip as he walked to the foot of the staircase and slowly lowered Jungkook onto the steps. He tried to pull away, but the younger’s arms were still tightly wrapped around his neck.

“Where are you going…” Jungkook whined with a sleepy pout.

“I’ve got one last thing to do. I’ll be right back” Taehyung reassured him, gently prying his arms off.

“Promise?” Jungkook insisted, voice barely above a whisper.

“Promise” Taehyung echoed, even softer before glancing around quickly. When he was sure no one was paying attention, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Jungkook’s pouty lips.

He straightened up and headed straight for the living room, walking at full speed. His eyes were locked on Junseo’s back, who was laughing with that ugly ass laugh of his.

Without hesitation, Taehyung grabbed a fistful of Junseo’s hoodie and yanked him around. Junseo stumbled from the sudden pull, not even having time to register what was happening before Taehyung’s fist smashed into his face. A loud groan tore from him as he crashed to the floor

His friends stared down at him in pure shock, then lifted their eyes to Taehyung who stood over them, fists clenched tightly at his sides.

“You—” Yejun tried to strike back, but Taehyung stepped back, dodging easily, and sent the same punch flying into his face, knocking him down right next to Junseo.

“Anyone else?” Taehyung asked the two remaining boys. They both shook their heads quickly and stepped back.

Taehyung grabbed Junseo by the collar and hauled him up from the floor with one hand, dragging him face to face.

The boy struggled in his grip, squirming to break free. But Taehyung just raised an amused brow. “Oh? What’s wrong? I thought people like me didn’t scare you? Are you trembling for a faggot now?”

“L-Let me go and go fuck yourself, a-asshole” Junseo snapped back, but his voice was weak and broken.

Taehyung chuckled darkly before pushing him back to the ground, then landed a brutal kick to his face. A sickening crunch followed and Junseo screamed in pain as blood gushed from his nose, likely broken.

Crouching, Taehyung grabbed his hair and yanked him up, revealing the mess of blood spilling down his skin “This one was for Jungkook. Don’t you ever go near him again” Taehyung growled lowly.

Junseo only whines in pain which made Taehyung roll his eyes, he then slammed the asshole's face back down to the floor. “Got it!?”

“Y-y-yes! Never again—I swear, you won’t see me again” Junseo shrieked, eyes squeezed shut in terror.

“Good boy” Taehyung purred mockingly before releasing him and standing up.

He turned away, ignoring the stares, and made his way back to the staircase where Jungkook was still sitting, his head leaned back against the wall. His lips were slightly parted, soft breaths escaping as he slept deeply.

This time, Taehyung scooped him up bridal-style.

As he stepped out into the fresh night air, something inside him finally loosened. His lungs filled properly for the first time that evening. The cold breeze kissed his skin, and with Jungkook safe and warm in his arms, the world felt bearable again.

On the drive back, Taehyung tapped his fingers nervously on the steering wheel, occasionally glancing over at Jungkook, now sleeping peacefully in the passenger seat.

He grimaced, the sight of him once again tightening something in his chest, making him feel dizzy and stupid.

"This is ridiculous" he muttered aloud.

"What the hell are we doing? Hooking up and acting like—like a fucking couple. Because yeah Jungkook, that’s exactly what we’re doing" he said, pointing at the sleeping boy. "Sleeping together, kissing each other, hanging out 24/7, and don’t even get me started on all the hooking up."

He let out a breath, fingers tightening on the wheel until his knuckles turned white.

"And I would’ve done so much more for you," he added softly "but your stupid self just refuses to let go of that damn straight label. So I don’t even know anymore. Do you really care about me, or are you just using me for my body…"

He stopped at a red light and took the opportunity to fully look at the younger boy’s side profile. "I’m pretty sure it’s the second one" he grumbled bitterly.

"Bun is so obsessed with hyungs cock, right. That’s the only time you ask for affection, always ‘Hyung I need you inside me, make me feel full’ and never ‘Hyung let’s go on a date today’ or ‘let’s just cuddle and fall asleep together.’ I only get that kind of closeness when we fuck"

His hand reached over gently, brushing away a strand of hair from Jungkook’s face. His face turned green as the light from the traffic signal reflected across his skin. Taehyung sighed again and started driving once more.

“You know what?” he spoke again after a long silence, turning into their street. “I think we should end this.”

A dry chuckle escaped him. “Yeah… just stop fucking around and go back to how things were. You can bring your girls again, hell, fuck them right there on the couch, I won’t give a damn.” He let out a shaky breath, blinking quickly as his vision blurred with tears.

“You’d would be happy to hear that. No jealous twink like me around to bother you anymore… you’d be completely free” he whispered, his voice too weak to carry more than that. Another chuckle came out, but it sounded hollow.

He parked the car and turned off the engine. His head dropped against the top of the steering wheel as he inhaled deeply through his nose. “should be easy... back to 100% straight Jungkook and his 100% gay roommate Taehyung. Easy.”

He felt the warm trail of tears running down his cheeks “Easy for you, actually… not for me. Not at all. I might suffer to be honest, cuz I—” His teeth sank deep into his bottom lip before he forced the words out. “I love you. I love you so much, Jungkook. I wish I could make you mine… and me yours.”

He lifted his head and glanced toward Jungkook, who was still sleeping soundly. “Yeah. Like I said, this is ridiculous” Taehyung finished quietly before wiping his tears and stepping out of the car, carrying both of them home.

Like he’d promised, Taehyung cleaned Jungkook up—but he didn’t shower him with kisses.

And he did tuck him into bed, but still gave him no kisses.

Finally, Taehyung glanced one last time behind him, where Jungkook was peacefully sleeping in his bed, before sighing and closing the door—without hugging him goodnight like he usually did.

And that night, Jungkook’s subconscious felt the absence of the warmth he was used to. It made him pout into his pillow, searching blindly for a comfort that never came.

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Chapter Five

Jungkook jolted awake with a sharp gasp, his entire body lurching up from the bed. Disoriented, he blinked rapidly as he scanned his surroundings, his vision slowly becoming clearer as he recognized the familiar layout of his room.

He let out a yawn, scratching the back of his neck before casting a glance at the clock on his nightstand. A groggy groan escaped his throat when he saw the time.

Falling back into the soft cushions, he mumbled, “why the hell am I waking up at eight in the morning on a damn Saturday?”

His eyes fluttered shut again, a quiet sigh leaving his lips as the peaceful silence wrapped around him. He felt himself on the edge of slipping back into sleep.

Jungkook’s head snapped to the left when it suddenly hit him, he was alone in bed.

His brows furrowed in confusion. “Hyung’s already up?” he muttered to himself.

He didn’t remember exactly what time they had left the party, but he was sure it had been late. Too late for Taehyung to be up this early, especially on a weekend. A small pout tugged at Jungkook’s lips as he realized he would have much preferred waking up in Taehyung’s arms rather than in an empty bed.

He shrugged off the thought and climbed out of bed, dragging himself to the bathroom to freshen up before heading toward the kitchen. His hands were busy tying his hair into a loose ponytail when he suddenly froze mid-motion, arms falling to his sides as his hair slipped back down around his face.

“What…” he said under his breath, confused by the sight before him.

The kitchen was spotless. Not a single dish in the sink, not a crumb on the counter. It looked as though no one had set foot in there at all.

Weird.

In all the time they’d lived together, Taehyung had never once cleaned up after using the kitchen. It was always Jungkook who handled those chores. So seeing everything so pristine could only mean one thing—Taehyung hadn’t eaten breakfast yet.

Either that, or he’d hit his head and, for the first time in history, actually cleaned up after himself.

But Jungkook wasn’t buying that.

He turned around and walked back down the hallway, heading straight to his roommate’s room, opening the door without even bothering to knock.

Empty. Taehyung wasn’t there either.

“Where the hell is he—” Jungkook stopped mid-sentence, eyes falling on the mess of tangled sheets on Taehyung’s bed, as if someone had been wrestling in them all night.

He stepped in slowly, then let himself plop down onto the mattress. His arms reached for the nearest bundle of fabric, pulling a heap of blankets to his face before inhaling deeply.

Taehyung’s heavy musk hit him instantly.

It was rich, almost animalistic—but somehow elegant too, dangerously soft in a way that made Jungkook’s stomach twist. He inhaled again, slower this time, and a low ache curled in his gut. God, he loved that scent.

He did it again. And again. Until a soft whine escaped him, his head burying deeper into the warmth. It was ridiculous how just Taehyung’s scent could make him feel so utterly pathetic.

He hooked a leg around the blanket, caging it tightly between his thighs. If the bed was this unmade, and the smell still this strong, then Taehyung had slept here last night.

Jungkook frowned at the realization. “Why the fuck didn’t you sleep with me?” he muttered into the blanket, his voice laced with quiet accusation. “You promised you’d hold me all night…”

A pause.

“…Or maybe you did, and I just don’t remember?”

His eyes fluttered shut, drifting back to flashes from the party—the chaos, the tension, before the night took them to the bathroom.

His lip sank between his teeth as the memory hit. Taehyung’s large hand gripping his throat, controlling every breath. Taehyung grinding down on his erection with a knee, with his foot. Forcing him to choke on his cock. Manhandling him. Fingering him mercilessly, calling him his pretty whore

A moan slipped out, his hips grinding unconsciously against the blankets. His eyes flew open, blinking rapidly as the weight of his breath thickened.

“Fuck” he cursed under his breath, forcing himself to sit up. He knew it wasn’t a good idea to stay in this bed, not with Taehyung’s intoxicating scent everywhere, or he’d end up humping a pillow out of sheer desperation.

Back in his room, Jungkook grabbed his phone from the nightstand and decided to call, desperate to figure out where the hell Taehyung had gone. He tapped the first contact in his favorites list and waited for the line to ring.

The irritating beep echoed in his ear, then cut off. Jungkook’s heart skipped, hoping to hear that deep, honeyed voice he longed for… but his face fell when a woman’s voice came on instead:

“The person you are calling cannot answer the phone right now. Please leave a message after the beep.”

He hung up and immediately hit redial, nervously toying with the piercing on his bottom lip.

“The person you are calling cannot—”

“Fuck you” he growled, cutting the call short. “Kim Taehyung, you better pick up your damn phone” he muttered, redialing yet again.

“The person you are—”

It was the ninth time now. That same annoying automated message over and over again. He hung up with a frustrated grunt and raised his hand, ready to smash his phone against the floor—only to freeze at the last second, remembering he couldn’t afford a new one.

With an irritated sigh, he shifted and tossed the phone onto the bed. It bounced once on the mattress and still managed to fall off the edge, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Jungkook let out an exasperated growl. “For fuck’s sake, where the hell is he?! Who the fuck does he think he is, just disappearing without saying a word and then having the nerve to ignore my calls?”

He began pacing, anger spilling from every step. “I swear, when I find him I’m gonna—”

He stopped mid-rant, frozen in place. Eyes unfocused, staring into nothing for a second, before lifting his arms in defeat. “Calm the fuck down, Jungkook. You’re losing your mind” he muttered to himself.

“Taehyung probably just went out to… get groceries or whatever.”

He nodded a little too hard, then bent down to pick up his phone, flipping it over as he inspected the screen for cracks or scratches, quietly hoping he hadn’t damaged it in the process.

The rest of the day dragged on in a blur of boredom. Jungkook roamed the apartment like a ghost haunting an abandoned house, eventually making his way to the kitchen to fill the hollow pit in his stomach. After that, he collapsed onto the living room couch, flipping through TV channels until he landed on the weather report. The overly enthusiastic weather woman chirped about sunshine and humidity, and Jungkook mumbled a tired “shut up” before switching off the TV altogether.

By the time 2 p.m. rolled around, Jungkook was seriously starting to worry. He checked his phone for what felt like the hundredth time that day—still nothing. No calls. No texts. No signs of life from the one person he was desperate to hear from.

Once again, he wondered where Taehyung could be. And wherever he was, what the hell was stopping him from checking his damn phone and seeing all the missed calls and spammed messages?

“Asshole. Just wait till you get back” Jungkook muttered under his breath, furiously tapping out a new message on his keyboard before hitting send.

His eyes stayed glued to the screen until a terrifying realization hit him like a punch to the gut. What if something actually happened to Taehyung?

Jungkook found himself biting nervously at his lip ring again, his mind spiraling toward worst-case scenarios. Maybe Taehyung had gone to the store, crossed the street carelessly, and gotten hit by a car. Or worse—maybe he’d been kidnapped in the middle of the night, which would explain the chaotic mess his bed was in. Though that seemed a bit far-fetched.

He was yanked out of his spiraling thoughts when his teeth bit down too hard on the metal ring, making him flinch. His bottom lip started to quiver as a sudden sting of tears welled up in his eyes. That small pain tipped him over, cracking the dam of something much heavier pressing on his chest.

He hated this feeling. And he hated Taehyung for making him feel it.

The weight in his chest only grew heavier when he realized that he could do nothing but wait. Uselessly waiting, with no idea where Taehyung had gone. Powerless. Helpless. And silently hoping nothing bad had happened to the one person he cared about the most.

Jungkook felt incredibly stupid for never having asked for Namjoon’s number. The chance that Taehyung might be at his place wasn’t impossible and even if he wasn’t, Jungkook was sure Namjoon would know something.

Then suddenly, a spark of hope lit in his chest as he remembered the news he’d recently learned; Namjoon and Hoseok were dating. And Jungkook did know where Hoseok lived.

A short breath of laughter escaped him, the rush of fresh hope coursing through his veins. All he had to do was visit Hoseok, maybe Namjoon would be there too. If not, he’d ask for his number, or maybe Hoseok himself would have an idea of where Taehyung could be.

Without wasting another second, Jungkook rushed to the front door, grabbing his heavy combat boots. He shoved one foot in, hissing through his teeth and groaning as he tried to force the other on. Only now did he realize this was probably a terrible idea, these boots were slow to put on, and he didn’t have a second to waste.

But just as he was mid-jump, grumbling under his breath, he heard a key turn in the lock.

Jungkook froze instantly, eyes locked on the door in uncertainty. For a brief second, his brain went into full panic mode. What if it’s the kidnapper? What if the guy who took Taehyung is back… and now he’s here for me?!

The door swung open completely, and there stood Taehyung, who immediately frowned at the bizarre sight before him. Jungkook hunched over in a tank top and sweatpants, one boot fully on, the other half-jammed in.

They both stared at each other in complete silence.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, clearly on the verge of asking what the hell he was witnessing but before he could get a word out, two strong arms crashed around his neck in a suffocating hug, knocking the breath out of him.

“Where the fuck were you… you asshole” Jungkook murmured low against his skin, burying his face into Taehyung’s neck, greedily breathing in that scent again.

“I was at the gym… like every Saturday” Taehyung answered hesitantly, patting awkwardly at Jungkook’s back, confused why it felt like he’d just returned from war and Jungkook was welcoming him home.

Jungkook leaned back slightly, his arms still wrapped tightly around Taehyung’s neck as his features twisted into a scowl, brows furrowing tight. “You hit the gym for seven hours straight?”

“Grabbed a drink with Seojoon after,” Taehyung replied casually.

Jungkook forced himself to ignore the weird knot tightening in his stomach at the mention of Seojoon—Taehyung’s gym buddy and longtime friend.

“You left early this morning,” he pointed out, his voice low. “I woke up at eight and you were already gone.”

Taehyung blinked. “Yeah, I left at seven. Again… like every Saturday.”

“Yeah, except unlike every other Saturday, you were at a party just a few hours before” Jungkook shot back, narrowing his eyes.

“I’m not gonna change my whole routine just because of some dumb party” Taehyung replied flatly.

“Of course not. God forbid you act like a normal person and just enjoy a cozy weekend for once.”

Now it was Taehyung’s turn to frown. “Alright, what’s your problem?”

“What is my—” Jungkook scoffed, staring at him in disbelief. “My fucking problem is you disappearing since this morning and not answering your damn phone once. Making me worried for your stupid ass.”

“Well, I didn’t ask you to worry for my stupid ass.”

“I wouldn’t have to if you just picked up your stupid phone that suddenly seems fucking useless too.”

“I just didn’t feel like checking my phone, okay?”

“Right, because you were oh so busy having fun with Seojoonie-hyung” Jungkook said, deadpanned, mocking his tone at the end with exaggerated sarcasm.

Taehyung frowned, feeling completely thrown by Jungkook’s sudden shift in attitude. He opened his mouth to respond but paused, sighing instead and rolling his eyes as he looked away.

He could still feel Jungkook staring at him. Feeling that unwavering, burning gaze. So he exhaled again and turned his eyes back to him. “Fine, I’m sorry I—”

Jungkook’s soft lips suddenly pressed against his, cutting off the words before they could land.

Taehyung froze, caught entirely off guard, brain short-circuiting as the kiss bloomed suddenly between them. His hands twitched at his sides before drifting slowly toward Jungkook’s waist, hesitating, uncertain if he should push him away or just surrender.

But the second his large hands grazed the curve of Jungkook’s waist, caging him in, a soft whimper escaped against his lips. Jungkook’s arms tightened around his neck in response.

And that was it. That damn sinful sound.

It shattered every wall Taehyung had, pulling him under.

He kissed him back, harder, more desperately. Their lips crashed together with raw intensity as he tugged Jungkook’s bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it until another whimper slipped out.

“Was fuckin’ worried” Jungkook mumbled between kisses. Taehyung only grunted in response, one hand gripping harshly at his ass, shoving their hips together until their crotches collided. Heat erupted between them like a spark catching fire, and Taehyung knew exactly where this was heading if he didn’t stop it now.

He’d told himself he would end this stupidity. That they needed to go back to how things were before. That this thing between them had gone too far already.

But all those promises and self-control evaporated the second Jungkook touched him. It was always like this. He felt like the one caught in Jungkook’s claws, always giving in at the slightest pull, the softest sound. Each sinful moan from this pretty boy pushed him deeper into the abyss.

Jungkook’s tongue slid into his mouth, their tongues tangling shamelessly in a heated rhythm, until it was all broken by the loud slam of a door behind them.

Taehyung immediately pulled away, turning his head toward the noise, only to lock eyes with their wide-eyed neighbor.

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The poor man froze, clearly caught off guard by the scene he'd just walked in on. Jungkook followed Taehyung’s gaze and noticed him too. Now, two pairs of eyes were staring at the man like he was the intruder—when in reality, he’d only stepped out of his apartment to grab some carrots for his wife.

“H-Hello, Taehyung-ssi” he finally said in a small, uncertain voice.

Jungkook stiffened in his arms, immediately realizing they’d been caught. A nervous laugh slipped from his lips before he shoved Taehyung back slightly, putting a respectable amount of distance between them.

“Hi, Mr. Lee! How are you?” he greeted quickly, his voice a little too high-pitched.

Oh, so that’s his name, Taehyung noted absently, giving a faint nod in acknowledgment

“I’m doing well, thank you,” the old man replied with a small smile before quickly looking away, clearly embarrassed.

Taehyung was finding the situation unbearably awkward and judging by the look on Jungkook’s face, he felt the same.

“We, uh… we were testing a new way to greet each other as bros. Hehe” Jungkook blurted out.

Idiot, Taehyung thought, eyes rolling so hard he was sure they were going to get stuck. He questioned Jungkook’s stupidity for the hundredth time because sure, Mr. Lee was old, but not that naïve. No one in their right mind would believe such a ridiculous excuse.

And besides, he’d already told Jungkook, their neighbors either knew or at the very least suspected exactly what was going on between them. There was no point in denying it anymore.

Still, out of politeness—or perhaps sheer awkwardness—Mr. Lee let out a nervous laugh and nodded, mumbling “I-I see… interesting.”

“Yeah…” Jungkook muttered, eyes dropping to the floor.

Taehyung couldn’t stand another second of this. Without saying a word, he bent down, grabbed his gym bag from where he’d dropped it after Jungkook had ambushed him with that kiss, and walked back into the apartment, no longer paying attention to either of them.

He still heard Jungkook’s soft, sheepish chuckle as he apologized and said goodbye to the neighbor, right before Taehyung slammed the bathroom door shut behind him.

He stripped off his clothes, desperate for a long, well-deserved shower. But just as he was about to pull off the last piece of clothing, the door creaked open behind him. He turned instantly, only to be met with Jungkook’s big, innocent-looking eyes, far too pure for someone with such a twisted mind.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung said calmly, “if you don’t mind, I need to shower.”

Jungkook only blinked before slowly stepping toward him, blatantly choosing to ignore the words Taehyung had just spoken.

Taehyung frowned, immediately taking a cautious step back, then another, desperate to keep distance between himself and this demon dressed like an angel.

But the bathroom offered no eternal escape. His back hit the sink, the cold edge pressing into him, and his hand gripped it tightly as Jungkook closed the last bit of space between them.

“Jung—” Taehyung drew in a breath when he felt Jungkook’s palm land gently on his stomach, the younger’s cold fingers tracing the soft ridges of his abs with featherlight touches.

Jungkook’s body inched closer, eliminating the space between them completely before capturing Taehyung’s lips again in a slow, tender kiss. It was unhurried but deep, full of silent hunger. Jungkook pushed forward a little more each time their lips met, and Taehyung found himself tilting his head slightly, chasing a better angle despite himself.

Taehyung’s hands stayed clutched to the edge of the sink, refusing to let go and pull Jungkook in by the waist, even if every fiber of his body wanted to. It was already enough that he was letting the younger kiss him without fighting it.

And he hated how hard it was to stop. To just push Jungkook away. Maybe it was because this wasn’t the version of Jungkook he was used to. Jungkook didn’t kiss him unless his cock was inside him. Affection was reserved for when they were fucking—never outside of it, never without a reason.

That’s why, now, he wondered if maybe Jungkook had changed. Maybe that emotional breakdown in the car yesterday had miraculously made him less sex-deprived, and more affectionate.

Unfortunately, that fragile little theory shattered the moment Jungkook’s hand began to slide lower.

His fingers trailed past Taehyung’s navel, tracing the line that disappeared beneath the waistband of his boxers. His touch moved down with painful slowness, knuckles brushing the sensitive skin just above his crotch. Jungkook’s hand hovered there, dangerously close, before his fingers ghosted over the bulge beneath the fabric.

Taehyung couldn’t help the reaction. His semi twitched in anticipation, pressing lightly against the fabric, betraying him instantly.

Despite the desire burning through him, Taehyung forced himself to pull away from Jungkook’s lips, growling his name in a low warning tone. But Jungkook only smiled against his skin, nuzzling his nose into the crook of his neck before leaving soft kisses there. His hand was just about to grope him when Taehyung grabbed his wrist tightly, halting his movements, only the tips of Jungkook’s fingers grazing the obvious tent in his boxers.

“Stop,” Taehyung said, eyes dark with seriousness.

“But I wanna suck you off,” Jungkook murmured, almost as a question.

“And I said no,” Taehyung replied firmly.

Jungkook’s brows furrowed, his mouth twisting into a sulky pout. “Please… I missed you, hyung.”

Taehyung laughed but the sound was sharp, dry, and completely devoid of humor. “You missed me? Or you missed my cock?”

Silence fell between them.

Jungkook looked down, clearly thinking hard about his answer. After a brief pause, he looked back up and said, “Well… isn’t it the same? So, both, I guess.”

Taehyung’s jaw clenched so tightly it felt like it might snap under the pressure. His hands moved to grip Jungkook by the shoulders, and he gave a tight, joyless smile.

“Both, huh?” he repeated.

Jungkook nodded quickly, pupils dilating slightly. He’d really just said that. This needy little shit had the nerve to admit, without hesitation, that Taehyung only mattered to him for his own pleasure.

“I think what you really missed,” Taehyung said, still gripping his shoulders as he slowly pushed him backwards, “was the feeling of being filled. Is that filthy, needy hole of yours aching for my attention?”

Jungkook let out a soft moan, letting himself be guided back without resistance.

“I bet you haven’t stopped thinking about me that way. Counting the seconds till I returned, just to have me inside you again.”

Jungkook parted his lips to reply, but Taehyung cut him off, demanding coldly, “Did you touch yourself?”

“A-Almost,” Jungkook admitted, his voice small and sheepish.

“Almost?” Taehyung stared at him like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His tight smile faded completely, replaced by a dark expression shadowing his sharp features. He finally let go of Jungkook’s shoulders and crossed his arms over his bare chest instead.

Jungkook blinked, confused, only to realize Taehyung had pushed him out of the bathroom without even noticing.

“Well, I’m not in the fucking mood to be your personal sex toy,” Taehyung hissed coldly. “If you’re that desperate to get off, go hump a pillow like the desperate bitch you are.”

Jungkook’s jaw dropped at the words, stunned, before letting out a disbelieving laugh. “What the fuck are you on about?”

Taehyung rolled his tongue against the inside of his cheek, biting back the outburst that threatened to explode. He wanted to spit in Jungkook’s face, to scream that he was sick of being treated like nothing more than a body to use. But he was honestly too tired for that now.

He just wanted to take his shower and rest.

“Fuck it” he muttered. “Jungkook, you just don’t know how to take no for an answer.”

Jungkook scoffed. “Your ‘no’ sounded like more than just a no. If you had a shit day, it doesn’t mean you get to take it out on me.”

So now Jungkook had decided to blame this on Taehyung’s mood? On his 'bad day'? Which, funnily enough, had actually gone just fine. His little outing with Seojoon had helped him clear his mind, helped him forget, just for a little while, the only thought that had been occupying him lately.

And that thought was none other than Jeon Jungkook.

Taehyung reached for the bathroom door “You done?” he said, voice sharp as it cut through the tension. “Can I finally take that damn shower?”

“Yeah, fucking take your stupid shower” Jungkook snapped back.

“Good.” Taehyung was just about to slam the door when he saw Jungkook turn away, only for the younger boy to whip around suddenly, blurting out, “wait—no wait!”

“What now?” he hissed through clenched teeth, his annoyance thick in his voice.

“Stop being so fucking rude” Jungkook growled, fists clenched at his sides. Then he paused, closing his eyes for a second and raising his hands like he was mentally scolding himself.

When he opened them again, his expression had shifted—calmer, more collected. “I just wanted to say I’m gonna make us dinner. And maybe… if you want, we could watch a movie after?” His fingers fumbled nervously with the hem of his shirt. “Since yesterday’s movie night was replaced by the party, I thought maybe we could do it tonight instead.”

Taehyung stared at him for a long moment, his gaze scanning the younger boy from head to toe before scoffing lightly. “Sure. Whatever.”

Jungkook only nodded, mumbling a quiet, “Good” before finally turning and heading toward the kitchen.

Taehyung exhaled slowly, his grip tightening on the wooden doorframe. He was supposed to say no, should have told him to screw off and gone to rest alone after his shower.

Jungkook didn’t deserve a single second of his time tonight.

If only his heart didn’t beat this damn hard for him… he could’ve turned him away without a second thought.

“Fuck him and those stupid adorable puppy eyes” he growled under his breath, then slammed the door harder than he meant to.

The slam of the door echoed through the apartment, making Jungkook flinch as he was preparing the ingredients. He scoffed, shaking his head as he muttered “The hell is wrong with him…”

About half an hour later, while Jungkook was stir-frying chicken and vegetables in a pan, Taehyung walked into the kitchen, inhaling deeply as the rich smell hit him, so delicious it nearly made his mouth water.

Taehyung stepped in close, stopping just behind him. Jungkook could feel the heat of his body against his back, the air between them practically crackling. His hand slowed over the pan, breath catching as anticipation pooled in his stomach. Taehyung’s warm breath brushed the back of his neck, and Jungkook swore he could feel his gaze burning into his skin. He half-expected to be pulled in by the waist, his neck peppered with kisses, soft praises murmured into his ear for the dinner he’d made them.

But none of that happened.

Taehyung just stood there, motionless, eyes glancing into the sizzling pan. Then his gaze shifted to the counter, where a bowl of dakgalbi was already plated. He made his way over and reached for a piece of chicken, eager to sneak a taste but before he could bring it to his mouth, a sharp slap landed on his hand.

The piece of chicken dropped back into the bowl.

Frowning and rubbing his assaulted hand, Taehyung looked over at Jungkook, who continued tossing the food in the pan without sparing him a glance.

“That’s my plate,” Jungkook said flatly.

Taehyung rolled his eyes and raised his hand to his mouth again, planning to lick the sauce off his fingers only for Jungkook to suddenly grab his wrist, eyes locking onto his with a firm glare.

“What? It’s your sauce?” Taehyung asked sarcastically, mocking his overly serious tone.

“Exactly,” Jungkook replied, dead serious.

Taehyung let out a short laugh at that. “You’re not gonna die if I lick a few drops of sauce off your damn plate,” he said, trying again to bring his fingers to his mouth.

But Jungkook yanked his wrist back, keeping his hand out of reach. “I won’t,” he said matter-of-factly. “But your tongue might if you taste from my dish, it’s spicy as hell.”

Taehyung froze for a second, blinking. Then he swallowed hard and let his arm drop, suddenly having zero interest in tasting the food anymore.

Jungkook felt less resistance in Taehyung’s stance now and with ease, he pulled the older boy’s hand closer to his mouth.

Without breaking eye contact, he wrapped his lips around Taehyung’s fingers, letting them slide between his warm, wet mouth. His tongue slipped between them, teasing slowly, as his dark eyes held Taehyung's frozen stare.

And then, Jungkook pushed forward. Deeper. His lips kissed the base of Taehyung’s fingers, and his throat tightened with the sudden intrusion. He gagged slightly at the sensation but didn’t pull back.

They both knew by now that Jungkook had a thing for choking.

When he finally pulled back, the slick, obscene pop that followed echoed through the kitchen. Taehyung’s fingers were completely soaked, dripping with Jungkook’s spit.

Jungkook smirked proudly.

“There. Got rid of the danger for you,” he said casually, turning back to the stove to stir the food a few more times before turning off the flame.

He let out a low hum, almost a purr, the sound vibrating with mischief as he reached for a bowl. He served a portion of the non-spicy portion for Taehyung, then quickly set the table and sat down.

Picking up his chopsticks, he waited patiently.

“You planning to stand there all night, hyung?” he asked, tilting his head with an innocent voice that didn’t match the glint in his eyes.

Taehyung blinked, finally seeming to return to reality. He slowly turned his head toward Jungkook, who met his gaze with a knowing smile, lifting a piece of chicken to his mouth and placing it on his tongue with a deliberately sensual slowness.

Taehyung tilted his head, somewhere between disbelief and amusement, before finally moving from his frozen spot and sitting down across from him.

They began eating in silence, the charged air between them thick with everything left unsaid.

Taehyung kept his eyes on the delicious meal in front of him because damn, Jungkook’s cooking never failed to impress him.

Meanwhile, Jungkook hadn’t looked away from him once, watching with quiet admiration as Taehyung chewed in obvious satisfaction, pride swelling in his chest. But then his pout returned, lips pressing together as he replayed what had just happened between them.

Taehyung had seemed… distant. Not in the mood to play along with Jungkook’s teasing, which was unusual. Normally, he dove in headfirst.

So Jungkook blamed it on exhaustion and also on Seojoon who’d insisted on going for drinks with his roommate.

Suddenly, like lightning striking out of nowhere, a vivid memory hit Jungkook in the middle of chewing. He choked a little and instinctively kicked under the table, his foot connecting squarely with Taehyung’s shin.

“Ah, fuck!” Taehyung groaned, doubling over to clutch his leg. “Fuck, fuck—fucking shit, Jungkook, what the hell!” he hissed, eyes squeezing shut as pain radiated through his entire body.

“You deserved it for what you did yesterday!” Jungkook snapped, pointing an accusing chopstick at him.

“What?” Taehyung asked, genuinely confused, racking his brain for what the hell he could’ve done to earn a shin-breaking kick.

Jungkook leaned forward, eyes narrowed in indignation. “You fucked me in front of people, Taehyung. They heard us—fuck, they heard us,” he repeated, horror written all over his face as he dragged his hand through his hair, seconds away from ripping it out from the embarrassment alone.

Taehyung sighed and dropped his forehead to the table with a dull thud, going completely silent for a moment as the pain in his leg slowly subsided. Then he finally looked up, dark eyes serious.

“No one heard us.”

“They did! You told me to moan for you. In front of them! And I… I screamed!” Jungkook accused, then visibly cringed at the memory.

Taehyung burst out laughing. That kind of low, amused laugh that made it sound like they were trading funny stories instead of recalling his sexual humiliation. That only made Jungkook's blood boil hotter, while a deep blush crept across his pale cheeks.

“It’s not funny, you dick,” Jungkook growled, kicking under the table again but this time, luckily for Taehyung, he hit a chair leg instead of his shin.

“Alright, enough kicking!” Taehyung warned, sighing. “I told you, no one heard us. I’m not that crazy.”

Jungkook glared at him, shaking his head. “I don’t believe you.”

“They were already gone,” Taehyung finally admitted with a casual shrug, raising an eyebrow. “I heard them leave. But you were so fucking lost in the pleasure, you didn’t even notice. So I, let you think they were still there.”

Jungkook stared at him, completely floored. “Why… why the fuck would you do that?”

Taehyung shrugged casually, stirring the food in his bowl. “It was hot. And from what I remember, you fucking loved every second of it, so don’t start kicking me now just to hide your nasty kinks.”

Jungkook scoffed, eyes dropping to his bowl, the flush on his cheeks darkening to crimson. “Not true,” he muttered.

They silently agreed not to push the topic any further as they finished their meal.

Jungkook was the first to get up. He walked over to the sink to wash the dishes, cleaning all the cookware he’d used to make dinner.

A few minutes later, Taehyung followed, placing his bowl in the sink and leaning in close to murmur a quick, “Thanks for dinner,” right by Jungkook’s ear. Then just as quickly, his body was gone, leaving behind a lingering warmth that made Jungkook scrub the same bowl a little too aggressively, heart pounding like mad in his chest.

“So,” Taehyung called out from behind him, cracking open the fridge, “what’s the movie for tonight?”

Jungkook paused, he hadn’t really thought that far ahead. Truth was, he didn’t care about the movie at all. As long as Taehyung stayed and they could spend time like this, it was more than enough.

He ended up shrugging. “What about we rewatch Spider-Man?”

“Spider-Man?” Taehyung repeated, arching a brow before nodding slowly. “Works for me.”

While Jungkook finished up cleaning the kitchen behind him, Taehyung popped some popcorn, deciding it would be more than enough for a post-dinner snack since they’d just eaten.

Soon enough, they were curled up on the couch, comfortably seated with the bowl of popcorn resting on Taehyung’s lap. They both reached into it as the movie played. And even though it was a rewatch, fifth or sixth, maybe—Taehyung looked surprisingly invested, like it was his first time watching it.

Jungkook, on the other hand, began to lose focus around the halfway mark. Not because of the movie, he loved Spider-Man and could watch every version a thousand times without getting bored—but because he slowly realized he wasn’t really in the mood to sit in front of a screen.

Not when something infinitely more interesting and unfairly attractive was sitting right beside him, munching loudly on popcorn, completely unaware of how distracting he was.

But Jungkook remembered Taehyung was tired. And he hadn’t seemed in the mood earlier, so he bit back the temptation, shifting slightly and trying to focus on the screen again.

That resolve lasted maybe ten more minutes before his fingers began to twitch at his sides, itching to touch him. It wasn’t desperation but something more… like his body was magnetized. The more Taehyung brushed him off, the stronger the pull became, as if every rejection only tightened the invisible string between them.

Taehyung, still fully focused on the film, was about to grab a handful of popcorn when Jungkook suddenly took the bowl. He assumed the younger was just shifting it onto his own lap, but frowned when Jungkook placed it down on the coffee table instead.

“Uh—” Taehyung started, only to go completely still when Jungkook swung a leg over him and straddled his lap without warning. His thick thighs settled on either side, caging Taehyung in as he lowered himself with ease, making himself comfortable right on top of him.

Taehyung swallowed hard the moment he felt the press of Jungkook’s ass, warm and heavy, right against him.

Jungkook leaned in slowly, arms wrapping around his neck, the background noise of the movie fading into a distant hum.

“Jungkook”

“Yeah?” came the soft reply, as Jungkook nuzzled into his neck, breathing him in. The faint scent of soap and Taehyung’s natural musk filled his senses, and it made his eyes flutter shut as he pressed a kiss to his skin.

“Not again,” Taehyung sighed, his voice already sounding tired.

“Why not?” Jungkook’s lips trailed upward to his jaw, where he bit down gently, just enough to tease. “Why don’t you want me, hyung?” he whispered against his skin.

“I already told you why,” Taehyung replied, the edge of frustration creeping in. “So don’t ruin another night just because you’re horny.”

“It wouldn’t be ruined,” Jungkook murmured, lips brushing the shell of his ear, “if you’d just let go.” His hot breath sent a shiver down Taehyung’s spine. “Remember how you had me yesterday?” He smiled when he felt him tense. “I want that again. Rough. Like you couldn’t help yourself.”

“I’m not fucking you.”

The rejection came sharp, cold—and Jungkook’s expression faltered. His lips parted with a small, wounded sound, but then he frowned, thinking.

What if this was one of Taehyung’s games?

He liked to play them sometimes. Maybe he was just pretending to resist, trying to get Jungkook desperate enough to beg on his knees again.

That had to be it.

Taehyung loved games like that, so it could explain why he was acting like this now.

Jungkook’s hips began to roll slowly, creating friction between their bodies that drew a low groan from both of them.

Embarrassment prickled at his skin when he felt how quickly he was getting hard, his cock swelling against the tight fabric of his briefs, the growing pressure already uncomfortable.

But if that’s what Taehyung wanted to see, then Jungkook wasn’t going to hold back. He lifted his pelvis slightly, just enough to break the contact, then dropped it back down harder, grinding deliberately. His ass pressed down against Taehyung again, dragging over the bulge he could feel beneath him.

Taehyung let out a strained moan at the direct contact.

“Please, hyung…”

“Jungkook, get off,” Taehyung murmured, his voice barely steady.

He’s holding back

Why the hell is he holding back? Jungkook thought, watching the way Taehyung’s jaw clenched and his gaze flickered, full of restraint and something heavier underneath. Like touching Jungkook—wanting him—was something he wasn’t allowed to have.

Frustration bloomed in Jungkook’s chest, raw and hot, as his hips began to move faster. His grinding turned frantic, the motion erratic, almost like he was bouncing in his lap, lost to the heat surging through him. The layers of clothing between them made it worse. He whimpered, every drag of fabric against his aching cock making it more unbearable.

Then Taehyung’s hands shot out, grabbing his hips roughly and stopping him mid-motion.

“No—please don’t stop this, Tae,” Jungkook whined immediately, his breath shaky as his fingers curled around Taehyung’s shoulders. “Please…”

But when he looked down, locking eyes with Taehyung, something inside him twisted.

There was no teasing, no heat behind his stare, only restraint. Cold and resolute.

Taehyung meant it when he said he didn’t want this.

“Why?” Jungkook whispered.

“Do I really need a reason for not wanting to fuck you?” Taehyung replied coolly.

“There’s obviously a reason.”

“Oh yeah? You that sure about it?”

That made Jungkook falter, just for a second. Taehyung looked so calm and unfazed, that it almost made him question everything he thought he knew. But he caught himself quickly, because he remembered one thing: Taehyung was a damn good liar. And also, he could feel his erection pressing up against him.

“More than sure,” Jungkook replied confidently. “You’re not gonna convince me otherwise when I can literally feel how badly you want me.” He rolled his hips once again, grinding into him, creating another friction that drew a quiet hiss from Taehyung.

“What? You mean the fact that I’m hard for you?” Taehyung asked with a smirk, no shame in his voice whatsoever.

Jungkook didn’t look away. He nodded firmly, holding Taehyung’s gaze like a challenge.

Taehyung chuckled.

Then in the next second, he shoved Jungkook back into the couch, hovering over him, close enough for Jungkook to feel his breath when he muttered, “It doesn’t take much to get hard when a bitch in heat’s dry humping you. Don’t flatter yourself.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, a growl rising in his throat. “I’m not a bitch in heat.”

“Of course you aren’t, Jungkook,” Taehyung said with sharp sarcasm, his tone like a knife.

His name sounded wrong coming from Taehyung’s mouth.

It hit Jungkook in the chest like a sting. When was the last time Taehyung called him bun? Now that he thought about it, not once. Not since he came back. And just like that, his suspicions felt even more valid.

There was something going on. And Taehyung was hiding it.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Me? Why do you automatically think I’m the problem?”

“Because you’re the one acting like a total asshole right now.”

Taehyung let out a short, bitter laugh. “And I wonder why I’m acting like this.”

“You’re not seriously trying to pin this on me, are you?” Jungkook asked, his brows drawing together in a tight frown.

“Well, look at that—you’re finally starting to think with your brain instead of your dick.”

Jungkook pushed himself up on his elbow, eyes dark and unwavering. “What’s so wrong about wanting you? Because if I remember correctly, you had no problem fucking me like a madman last night when I asked you to use me.”

Taehyung’s jaw clenched. “Yeah, well turns out all I did was give you exactly what you wanted, and I’m the one who ended up feeling used.” His voice was sharp, breath brushing Jungkook’s face as their noses almost bumped.

“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing this whole time? Using each other?”

“No!” Taehyung said, voice rising in disbelief as he pushed himself off the couch. “Do you even know what it means to use someone?”

“Don’t act like you’re about to teach me something I already know.” Jungkook shook his head and sighed. “Why the fuck are we even talking about this like it’s something serious?”

“Because it is! I’m not using you, unlike you.”

Jungkook stood up too, now chest-to-chest with him. “So tell me, what’s the difference between you and me?” He tilted his head slightly, one brow raised in defiance. “We’ve been kissing, fucking, whatever—whenever both of us wanted. So what exactly makes your case any different from mine?”

“I don’t want to explain it to you, but I know for a damn fact it’s different for me. I don’t need your approval to validate that.” Taehyung turned his gaze away, afraid Jungkook might read the truth in his eyes.

Jungkook scoffed, folding his arms across his chest. “Right, of course. When it’s you, it’s different. Go ahead, paint me as the villain in this story.”

Taehyung snapped his eyes back to Jungkook, his gaze turning sharp and judgmental as he scanned the furious tension in the younger’s face. “You’re still completely closed off,” he muttered calmly, his tone suddenly distant. “You barely accept yourself, and yet you expect me to lay myself bare for you, throw my vulnerability at your feet, knowing damn well the only thing I’ll get in return is pain.”

Jungkook’s expression faltered, his anger collapsing into sheer confusion. His brows drew together as he blinked at Taehyung, completely lost.

“Huh?”

“See—” Taehyung started, but Jungkook cut him off with a wild guess.

“Wait. You’re talking about the fact that I’m still confused about my sexuality?”

“What!?” Taehyung said, completely thrown off.

“That’s gotta be it,” Jungkook said, like he’d just solved the equation behind all the chaos. “You think this is different for you, and that you’ve got the moral high ground because you’re openly gay, which somehow gives you the freedom to use me without being the bad guy.”

Taehyung stood frozen for a moment, utterly dumbfounded. That was possibly the most absurd, stupid thing he’d ever heard come out of Jungkook’s mouth. His jaw clenched as his eyes swept across Jungkook’s face—from his lips to his eyes, from his furrowed brows to his tense jaw, like he couldn’t believe those words had actually come out of his mouth. “You think this is about labels? About who gets to be the fucking victim?”

His eyes burned into Jungkook’s. “I’m not asking you to slap a flag on your chest. I’m asking you to stop hiding behind your confusion like it gives you the right to treat me like I’m disposable.” He scoffed under his breath before adding, “Fucking idiot.”

That snapped something inside Jungkook. His expression darkened, eyes flaring as he pointed a finger at Taehyung’s face “I’ve told you a million times to stop calling me an idiot!” he shouted, his voice rising in pitch with frustration.

“Then stop acting like one and fucking get the hint!” Taehyung barked, slapping his hand away from his face.

“What motherfucking hint?!” Jungkook snapped, throwing his arms in the air in exasperation. “You say this isn’t about labels, yet all this bullshit started yesterday when—yes, without thinking—I made one stupid comment. I apologized. So when the hell are you going to let it go and move the fuck on?”

“Because it’s not something you just forget overnight,” Taehyung fired back. “You can apologize all you want, but it doesn’t change the fact that you said that shit out loud, without a second of hesitation.”

“I was scared!”

“Well, guess what, I was scared too!” Taehyung shot back, eyes wide. He inhaled sharply when he saw Jungkook fall completely silent. His heart was pounding erratically in his chest, the kind of panicked thumping that made it feel like it might just stop from the weight of all their arguing—like he was strapped into an endless roller coaster with no way off.

“You think I always accepted myself?” he asked, his voice softer now. “The day my ex outed me in front of the entire school, you think I was ready to face all that? That I was confident enough to just deal with it?”

Jungkook just stared at him, his tongue lightly pressing against the inside of his cheek.

Taehyung shook his head, laughing bitterly. “I was fucking terrified. So terrified I wanted to disappear. And I don’t mean that as some dramatic metaphor.” His voice cracked as it dropped into something barely above a whisper.

“But even through all of that, I held on. I took the slurs, the stares, the comments… and I got through it. I learned how to accept myself for who I really am. No need to hide anymore. And I sure as hell don’t need to act homophobic in front of everyone just to protect myself or hurt someone else in the process.”

“i’m not–”

“Yeah, whatever,” Taehyung cut him off coldly. He didn’t want to hear it. Jungkook’s responses never had anything to do with what he was actually trying to say anyway.

Jungkook exhaled deeply, running a hand through his long hair, pushing it back before letting his arm drop, his strands falling messily over his face again. Taehyung expected him to give up on the conversation, maybe fed up with everything, but instead, he was caught off guard by a soft yet firm:

“You’re annoying.”

Taehyung’s brows furrowed. “What?”

“You’re fucking annoying,” Jungkook repeated coolly. “Do you even realize the drama you’re stirring up over something as stupid as a hookup? It’s ridiculous.”

Before Taehyung could think, his hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of Jungkook’s hoodie and yanking him forward by the collar. Jungkook stumbled into him, thrown off balance by the sudden movement.

“You got a goddamn death wish?” Taehyung hissed through his teeth, face inches from his.

“Am I wrong?” Jungkook replied, raising an eyebrow as he grabbed Taehyung’s wrists to pry him off.

“You just keep pushing and playing,” Taehyung scoffed, voice tight. “Like none of it means anything to you. Fuck it—acting like a fucking whore with zero boundaries, it’s starting to seriously disgust me”

Jungkook felt something twist sharply in his chest. He hadn’t expected it. Of all the insults, all the ways Taehyung could’ve chosen to lash out, that one word struck him clean through.

Disgust.

Taehyung said he was disgusted by him.

How the hell did they even get here?

All the moments leading up to this—every second of that night that had promised to go well—evaporated in an instant, blurring out like none of it had ever happened. But Jungkook’s brows slowly drew together in a frown as the realization hit him. Maybe this night was never meant to end well.

He never should’ve asked Taehyung to watch a damn movie with him.

They wouldn’t be standing here now, spitting venom at each other, if he had just shut his mouth and let Taehyung rest after his shower, like he always did after long days spent outside.

But instead, they were here. At each other’s throats. Surrounded by anger and confusion so thick it clung to their skin.

And the worst part was, Jungkook burned with it.

He was burning in that hatred, could feel it churning like poison in his stomach, rising up his throat like bile. His brain couldn’t think clearly anymore, there was no room left for reasoning, no vision of them sitting down and talking things through like civil human beings.

That option had vanished.

And with that, his mouth moved faster than his mind.

“You act surprised that I keep playing, like this wasn’t a fucking game from the start,” he snapped, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. “How many times do I have to say it—this was never as serious as you made it out to be.”

It was Taehyung’s turn to be taken aback now. His hand dropped from Jungkook’s hoodie and he took a step back as if the words had physically hit him.

“You’re making this whole damn fuss about how I need to accept myself or whatever—but what if, at the end of the day, I just go back to who I was before all of this?” Jungkook snapped, voice low and cruel. “Did you even think about that? That maybe I’m straight after all and you were just… just another fucking experiment? Just another hookup?!”

Stop. Stop. Stop. Please stop.

His heart screamed in panic but his mind didn’t listen. His mouth moved faster than his thoughts, spitting poison straight into the face of the person standing in front of him.

Taehyung stared at him in stunned silence, his eyes wide, lips slightly parted in disbelief.

“Don’t you ever call me a whore again,” Jungkook snarled, taking a step closer. “Not when you’re just as desperate for me as I am for you.”

“Maybe you played hard to get today, acting like you could resist temptation, but don’t make me remind you how many times you were the one begging for my attention. You were the one asking for cuddles before bed, craving for affection like your damn life depended on it.”

“You, Taehyung, were the one clinging to me every fucking day, whether I was studying in my room or making us breakfast, you were always draped all over me.” His voice cracked, the rage giving way to something more broken as he continued, breath hitching “You’re such an… y-you… w-why the hell are you crying?”

Taehyung blinked rapidly, only then noticing the warm, wet streaks rolling down his cheeks. He scrubbed at them with frantic hands, as if trying to erase the evidence of his pain.

Jungkook just stood there, watching him with his mouth slightly open. The sight of Taehyung, so raw and vulnerable, cut through the noise in his head, grounding him instantly. The haze of anger lifted just enough for clarity to trickle in.

And then the weight of his own words hit him.

Holy shit—fuck, not again.

“Hyung”

“I can’t even hate you,” Taehyung whispered, voice barely audible as another wave of tears rolled down his cheeks, soaking his already-wet skin.

“That’s not what I—”

“What!?” Taehyung growled, cutting him off. “That’s not what you meant? You spoke without thinking? You were scared—what’s your fucking excuse now, huh? I’m so fucking done hearing you spin in circles like a broken record. Just leave me the fuck alone.”

His voice trembled with the last bit of strength he had, every word weighed down by exhaustion. It was all over his face, how tired he was, how much this had drained him.

Jungkook watched helplessly as Taehyung turned away, head down, walking off quickly like he needed to escape him at all costs. The further he got, the blurrier Jungkook’s vision became, his eyes stinging as tears started to collect and distort everything around him.

Then, for the second time that night, the slam of a door echoed through the silence of their apartment.

Jungkook collapsed backwards onto the couch, eyes wide and fixed on the nothing in front of him. He blinked once. Twice. And on the third, the dam finally broke, silent tears streamed down his face, heavy and slow, carving wet trails across his cheeks.

Taehyung leaned against the door before slowly sliding down to the floor. His breath came out ragged, chest rising and falling in a desperate struggle against the weight of despair. The tears kept falling, pouring out with no end, until his shoulders jolted with a sudden, broken shudder. A small, strangled sound escaped his throat, nearly smothered, then another, rougher, more raw. And then he broke.

Everything crashed down on him again, Jungkook’s words echoing mercilessly in his head like mental torture. He pressed the palm of his hand over his mouth to muffle the pathetic sounds spilling out of him because it was all too much. The pain was overwhelming, and he had no one to blame but himself.

He was the idiot who ended up catching feelings for the other idiot. It had just been sex in the beginning—clearly, that’s all it ever was for Jungkook. But Taehyung had fallen into the illusion, letting himself get tricked by all the tenderness between them. He’d hoped, stupidly, that maybe Jungkook would return his feelings someday.

But Jungkook had made it painfully clear that love was never on the table.

He kept crying until the weight of the day finally hit him like a wall. Eventually, he forced himself to stand, dragging his feet toward his bed before collapsing onto it. His head sank into the sheets, and he closed his eyes.

They snapped open again the moment he caught a faint scent that didn’t belong to him. He propped himself up, staring at the white sheets in the dark, blinking as the dried salt on his skin made his face feel stiff and tight. Then he let his head fall back into the soft fabric and took a deep breath.

Bergamot.

It was faint, but Taehyung recognized the fresh scent that always lingered around Jungkook.

He bit his bottom lip, guessing Jungkook had probably come into his room and laid on his bed while he was gone. The thought almost made him laugh, disbelieving and bitter. It was always things like that, those stupid little details, that made him fall deeper every time.

Taehyung got up the moment he decided there was no way he was sleeping in a bed that still smelled like Jungkook. He dressed quickly and threw a few essentials into his backpack, grabbing his phone just as the screen lit up to show it was nearly midnight. His thumb hovered as he scrolled through his contacts until he found Namjoon’s name.

A heavy sigh came through the line when the call connected, followed by a groggy, “Hello?”

“Can I come over?” Taehyung asked straight away.

There was a pause, then the rustle of sheets as Namjoon shifted in bed, followed by a grunt. “I’m not home.”

“And I have your spare key,” Taehyung replied flatly.

“Yeah, whatever. Make yourself at home. I’ll be there tomorrow morning.”

“Okay. Thanks” Taehyung said softly.

“Tae, wait” Namjoon cut in before he could hang up.

“What?”

“You okay?” There was a clear note of concern in his voice.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” Taehyung replied, a small, unconscious smile tugging at his lips, wanting to ease Namjoon’s worry.

“Mmh. Fine. See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah… sorry for cockblocking you, by the way,” Taehyung added quickly.

“Screw you” Namjoon chuckled before hanging up.

Taehyung let out a quiet laugh as he glanced down at his phone, but his smile disappeared the moment his eyes landed on his lockscreen—a close-up of him and Jungkook, both smiling ridiculously, carefree and happy, faces pressed together.

Then the screen went black, the darkness of his room swallowing him again.

He slung the backpack over one shoulder and grabbed a cap, pulling it low over his head. He paused, listening for any sound in the apartment, but sighed in relief when there was nothing. Jungkook must’ve gone to sleep. That gave him the perfect chance to slip out quietly, without a word, and finally… in peace.

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Jungkook exhaled deeply before pressing the doorbell. He looked up as the chime echoed inside the house, taking in the sight of the place from his angle, still struck by how big it was, no matter how many times he'd been here.

The door opened with a soft creak, drawing his attention back to the front where Hoseok stood, blinking in mild surprise before offering a small smile. "Hey?" he greeted, clearly not expecting him.

“Hi…” Jungkook said softly.

"Come in," Hoseok replied without hesitation, pushing the door open wider to let him in.

Jungkook gave a slight bow of thanks before stepping inside, already familiar with the layout as he made his way to the living room.

"You want something to drink? I was about to make myself some coffee anyway," Hoseok offered casually from behind him.

"Uh, no thanks... just a glass of water’s fine," Jungkook mumbled, his eyes wandering across the space. The living room looked different in the daylight—modern, sleek, and unusually calm. Usually, it was drowned in the dark, lit only by the flashing lights of parties and the blur of movement. But now, the strong morning sun poured in through the large windows, bathing the room in a soft, golden warmth.

Jungkook allowed himself to sit comfortably on the couch while waiting for Hoseok to return. His fingers tapped absently on his lap, the tendons shifting beneath the thin layer of skin. A faint frown curved his lips as he tried to figure out how to explain why he was here without diving too deep into the truth. He trusted Hoseok, but not enough to tell him that for the past few months, he and Taehyung had been tangled in something intensely physical… and that three days ago, it had all exploded in a terrible fight.

Three days. Three days since Taehyung left, and Jungkook still had no idea where he’d gone.

The day after that chaotic night, Jungkook had woken up with a jolt, dazed and unsure of what was real. His legs moved on instinct, carrying him to Taehyung’s room, only to find it empty. For a brief moment, Jungkook genuinely believed that everything that happened the night before had just been a nightmare, a cruel hallucination conjured up by his mind.

So he carried on with his day in quiet denial, like it was any normal Saturday morning: eating breakfast, reviewing a few notes for upcoming exams, and then zoning out in the living room, flipping through channels mindlessly.

All the while, he ignored the weight in his chest. That heavy, aching pull that told him something was wrong.

Of course, his delusion shattered the moment he looked at his phone and realized two things. First, it was Sunday—not Saturday—meaning the party had been two nights ago. And second, Sunday was about to bleed into Monday as the clock neared midnight.

It was almost midnight, and Taehyung still hadn’t come home.

Jungkook couldn’t stand it. He was willing to respect Taehyung’s boundaries and keep his distance, but that didn’t mean Taehyung could just disappear without a word, without even letting him know where he might be.

Still, he held himself back. Maybe Taehyung just needed time away from him which, again was understandable. So Jungkook forced himself to go to bed. It was hard, but he managed, convincing himself that he’d wait a week before going to look for him, if there was still no news.

And that’s the promise he made to himself before finally falling asleep that night.

Well, the fact that he was now sitting in Hoseok’s living room waiting for him to return proved clearly that he had failed to hold up his own promise, he had cracked after just two days.

He needed to know where Taehyung was.

At that moment, Hoseok returned with a coffee mug in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Jungkook took the glass from him with a quiet thank you before settling back into the couch.

Hoseok took a sip of his coffee, then turned toward the younger with a raised brow. “So? What brings you here?”

Jungkook kept his eyes on the water in his hands, his teeth gently tugging at the ring on his lip piercing.

“Well… it’s a lot more complicated than it looks and honestly way too long to explain. But it is kind of urgent. Even if—at the same time—it’s ridiculous that I came all the way here just to ask you something so small. I guess it just proves how desperate I am—”

“Jungkook,” Hoseok cut in, placing a hand on his thigh, which had been bouncing non-stop since he started talking. “Breathe.”

Jungkook gave a small nod, consciously letting his shoulders drop and trying to relax.

“Good. Now just tell me what you need. No need to ramble yourself into a knot,” he said with a small, encouraging smile.

Jungkook inhaled before asking softly “Could I get Namjoon’s number? I need to ask him something about Tae.”

“Namjoon?” Hoseok frowned slightly, then his expression shifted as realization dawned in his eyes. “Did something happen between you and Taehyung?”

Jungkook winced. “Kind of… I don’t know where he is. It’s been three days now. I’m worried.”

At that, he noticed Hoseok subtly shifting in his seat, his fingers nervously tipping his mug from side to side. Jungkook’s eyes narrowed at the gesture, sensing unease.

“You know where he is, don’t you?” Jungkook guessed, finally lifting his gaze to study Hoseok’s profile.

Hoseok froze for a second before locking eyes with him again. Still, he didn’t speak.

“He’s at Namjoon’s, isn’t he?” Jungkook pushed, trying to pull answers from his silence. “He was. Two nights ago,” Hoseok finally admitted. “I don’t know if he’s still there now.”

Then he extended his hand toward him. Jungkook frowned, glancing down at the outstretched palm, then back up to his face. “Your phone. Didn’t you say you wanted Joon’s number?” “Oh.” Jungkook nodded quickly, digging his phone out of his pocket and placing it in

Hoseok’s waiting hand. He tapped the screen twice, and it lit up. “Oh” he said, surprised, his eyebrows lifting as he turned his head toward Jungkook.

“What?” Jungkook muttered, glancing away, well aware of what Hoseok had just seen: the photo of Taehyung on his lockscreen. Behind him, the Eiffel Tower sparkled against the night sky.

“Cute lockscreen you got there,” the brunette teased with a smirk, turning the screen toward himself and tilting the phone slightly.

“whatever”

“when was this”

“On his birthday,” Jungkook replied quietly. “I surprised him with a four-day trip to Paris.”

Hoseok gave a low whistle, murmuring under his breath “You don’t do that for just anyone.”

Jungkook pretended not to hear, keeping his eyes fixed on the phone. Taehyung’s wide smile aimed at the camera tugged at something deep inside him—reminding him of that unforgettable trip filled with nothing but laughter, late-night strolls, and just them, cut off from the rest of the world.

He bit the inside of his cheek when he felt the tight ache in his chest, nostalgia hitting too suddenly, the urge to cry rising with it.

If only they could go back to that moment, and stay there forever.

“Jungkook?”

He blinked. “What?”

“I asked if you could unlock it,” Hoseok repeated.

“3012,” Jungkook mumbled, giving the passcode before realizing something.

Hoseok typed the numbers slowly, then glanced at him from the corner of his eye. “Taehyung’s birthday…” he noted, lips pressed tightly together, like he was holding himself back from saying more.

“How do you even know that?” Jungkook felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Hoseok and Taehyung weren’t even close, so how would he know that about him?

“He is my boyfriend’s best friend,” Hoseok shrugged. “And Namjoon always freaks out a few days before his birthday, trying to find the perfect gift.”

Jungkook only hummed in response, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his head there, arms wrapping tightly around his legs. “Tell him he can ask me next time. I’d be happy to help.”

“That’s sweet of you,” Hoseok chuckled lightly. “And it might save me from dealing with his pre-birthday stress meltdowns.”

Jungkook smiled faintly, then whispered “Anything for Taehyung.”

The moment the words left his lips and echoed into the quiet room, Jungkook immediately sank his teeth into his knee, his entire body overheating under Hoseok’s curious gaze.

Thankfully, the older man said nothing. He simply turned his attention back to the task at hand, navigating to his contacts and adding Namjoon’s number to Jungkook’s phone.

Hoseok finished and handed the phone back to him, asking gently, “You sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

Jungkook nibbled on his lip in hesitation.

“No judging,” Hoseok reassured him.

“I don’t even know where to start.”

“From the beginning?” he offered with a small smile.

Jungkook opened his mouth, then closed it again before burying his head between his knees with a groan. “No, it’s too embarrassing.”

Hoseok noticed the tips of his ears turning red and smiled widely. He had a strong feeling about what 'the beginning' might be, and was just about to tease him when the sharp slam of the front door cut through the moment.

Both boys looked toward the entrance to the living room, where Namjoon stepped in, shrugging off his jacket.

“Hi babe—” he paused mid-motion when his eyes met Jungkook’s.

“Hey, we have company,” Hoseok said casually, as if his boyfriend wasn’t already staring at their guest with a completely blank look. “Jungkook was just—”

The hairs on Jungkook’s arms stood on end the second Namjoon’s eyes turned dark. And before he even had time to understand what was happening, Namjoon stormed toward him full force, spitting out, “Fucking piece of shit.”

Hoseok immediately jumped to his feet and blocked his path, pushing him back.

“Joon, what the fuck?!” he grunted as Namjoon kept trying to get past him, his eyes still locked on the boy just a few feet away.

Jungkook scrambled backward on the couch, trying to put as much distance between them as possible. His wide eyes stared in stunned horror, panic surging through his veins and urging him to run.

“You proud of yourself, asshole? Got what you wanted, you fucking prick!” Namjoon spat, ignoring Hoseok, who growled at him to calm down.

It didn’t take Jungkook long to understand what this was about, and just as fast, tears welled up in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he blurted out, not even knowing why he was apologizing to Namjoon in the first place.

“Keep your fucking apologies to yourself. I don’t give a damn,” Namjoon barked.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook repeated softly, the tears finally spilling over as his hand gripped the couch beneath him, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Namjoon was furious. Jungkook had never seen him like this before, and it fucking terrified him. Because if Namjoon was acting this way, then Taehyung must not just be sad… he must be completely shattered.

Taehyung was hurting because of him.

“Namjoon, shut the fuck up before I give you a punch that'll shut that loud mouth of yours real quick!” Hoseok shouted now, gripping his boyfriend’s shoulders tightly.

“You don’t get it, Hobi! This asshole hurt him. Do you even know the state I found him in?”

Taehyung was in pain because of him.

“He could barely get the words out between the sobs,” Namjoon said, eyes wide, his voice cracking into a higher pitch as the memory of Taehyung crying in his arms resurfaced, soaking his shirt and repeating like a broken mantra that it was stronger than him, that he loved Jungkook.

Taehyung sobbed because of him.

Jungkook’s breathing quickened as his mind dragged him back to that night—the night they argued. He saw Taehyung’s tear-filled eyes, stunned, staring back at him while Jungkook’s own cruel words echoed in the background. Words he’d give anything to take back.

“That’s no excuse to lose your damn mind and charge at him,” Hoseok shot back, pointing at him. “You didn’t even let him explain his side of the story!”

“Like hell I care about his version!” Namjoon barked, whipping his gaze back to Jungkook, who was now staring at the floor, chest clearly rising and falling in uneven rhythm. “I already knew what his intentions were.”

“You must be so damn pleased with yourself. Got what you wanted, satisfied your ass, then threw Taehyung away like garbage.”

Jungkook choked out a weak, “No…”

“Don’t fuck with me!”

Jungkook flinched at the volume of his voice.

“I said that’s enough!” Hoseok shoved Namjoon back with a firm push to his chest.

“What the hell’s your problem?” Namjoon growled, redirecting his fury onto his boyfriend. “And what the fuck is he doing here? Came crying to you so he could play the victim, is that why you’re defending him?”

“Now you’re just talking bullshit,” Hoseok snapped, shaking his head. “You know I’m not like that, so don’t—”

But Hoseok’s voice slowly faded in Jungkook’s ears, replaced by the deafening sound of his own heartbeat hammering against his ribs. His trembling hand reached up to his left side and pressed lightly against it, feeling the erratic rhythm pulsing beneath his fingertips.

Why did he feel like this?

It was as if he’d cast himself as the victim in a story he had no right to own, as if he were the one misunderstood. But the ache in his chest was so sharp, so overwhelming, he truly believed it might kill him.

And yet, he had no right to this pain. Not when Taehyung had gone through far worse, things Jungkook hadn’t even witnessed, but knew. All he had to do was close his eyes and picture those almond-brown eyes, swimming behind a curtain of tears, staring back at him like he was a stranger. Eyes that, just weeks ago, had looked at him full of love.

A sudden, brutal dizziness stole the air from his lungs. The ground felt like it had vanished beneath his feet, though he hadn’t moved an inch. His vision blurred, his temples pulsed in a frantic rhythm, and fragmented memories began to flash, shattering and overlapping in his mind.

He saw Taehyung lying next to him in bed, laughing softly, his eyes crinkling as his smile lit up the room and pierced straight through Jungkook’s chest.

And then, he saw himself.

Saw himself spitting poison right into that same face, while Taehyung cried silently, taking each word like another knife straight through his heart.

fuck there’s no way…

A ghostlike sensation of large hands wrapped around his waist. A warm breath grazed his ear, whispering that he was obsessed, that just the sound of his voice drove him insane. Taehyung. But then it twisted. The whisper curdled into a growl, thick with hatred, echoing disgust and stupid whore over and over in his mind like a curse he couldn’t shake.

Jungkook opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His vision remained foggy, and he couldn’t ground himself despite sitting down. He tried to focus on his surroundings, but all he could hear was Namjoon still yelling, arguing with Hoseok.

He couldn’t catch the exact words, just the volume and sharpness of their voices, slicing through him like glass and doubling the panic already clawing at his insides. The anxiety consumed him, feeding off the chaos.

But none of it—none of it—hurt more than the sudden, merciless realization that finally settled in his chest:

Taehyung loved him.

Through the blur of his vision, he saw dark, wet stains bloom across his lap, heavy drops of tears soaking into his jeans, turning the denim a deeper shade where they landed.

Taehyung had loved him so deeply, he would’ve handed Jungkook his whole heart, if only Jungkook hadn’t been so fucking oblivious.

Again, the night played out in his head, looping over and over, but this time he saw it differently. With new eyes. And suddenly, everything made sense. Taehyung’s words weren’t cryptic anymore. They were obvious. So fucking clear that Jungkook could almost laugh at how simple it was.

Even a child would’ve understood. But not him. He hadn’t seen it.

And that alone proved Taehyung had been right all along.

Jungkook was stupid.

In the end, Taehyung was right to leave.

Jungkook didn’t deserve him.

And maybe—maybe it was better if it stayed that way.

Better to keep his distance.

Better to disappear, if it meant sparing Taehyung any more pain

But that decision stirred something deep inside Jungkook as his heart started pounding again, like it was trying to escape his chest. The mere thought of never seeing Taehyung again, of not having him by his side, made him feel sick, the nausea rising in his throat.

So he didn’t even dare imagine what a life without Taehyung would truly look like.

Though his mind was kind enough to remind him of just how selfish and cruel he had been—using Taehyung for nothing more than his own pleasure—his heart knew that wasn’t the full story. There was no way he could believe that what they had was just sex, just flesh.

There had been so much more. It was deeper than physical attraction. More raw than desire. Taehyung had never been just a body, he was… “the man I love” Jungkook finally whispered to himself, barely audible, as if saying it too loud would shatter the fragile hold he had on the storm of emotions spiraling inside him.

He loved Taehyung

Taehyung loved him, and he loved him back.

Jungkook’s bottom lip trembled.

I love him, and I ruined everything, he thought, as his tears doubled, spilling relentlessly until it felt like his entire body was being drained.

“Jungkook!” a voice screamed beside his ear, hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook whispered, breath catching. “T-Tae…”

“Jungkook, please, look at me!”

He heard the words. He understood the plea.

But his body wouldn’t move. He was frozen in place, like time itself had halted. Why couldn’t he move? Panic tore through him, ramping up his breathing until it spiraled into hyperventilation.

Taehyung—was it really Taehyung?

Had he come back after finally understanding everything Jungkook had been too scared to say? Was he here to fix what had shattered between them? To start over? They should start over. They had to.

But his heart, it wouldn’t hold out much longer. It had been beating too hard for too long. It was going to give out, he could feel it.

No, not now.

Not when he had finally understood what he felt. Not when he was ready to look Taehyung in the eyes and scream I love you. For God’s sake, why wouldn’t his body cooperate?

And just as he tried to focus on the voice—the only thing that was keeping his head above water in the middle of his own spiraling thoughts, it started to fade. That voice slipped away again, melting back into the fog and making his panic even worse. He wanted to scream, but the mere thought of it made his throat tighten.

He was choking.

No, he was drowning.

His skin prickled, blood rushing away from his head in a dizzying wave. The room tilted slightly, then sharply, and the hum of everything, light, sound, breath—faded into silence.

The last thing his mind gave him before it let go was the image of Taehyung, staring at him with empty eyes.

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“We can’t keep this, we have to tell him.”

“No. There’s no way I’m letting him be around Taehyung again.”

“You need to stop acting so damn biased.”

“And you need to stop pretending like you know the whole story when you know jack shit.”

“Look who’s talking,” someone scoffed, followed by a low mutter, “let me remind you that you only know part of the story, so don’t act like you’re in any position to judge the whole situation.”

“Well, the part I do know is already more than enough, believe me.”

“Namjoon, you’re seriously starting to piss me off with your childish behavior. Jungkook just had a panic attack, and you’re still treating him like shit.”

“Treating him like shit” Namjoon repeated the words with fake amusement. “So what, he faints and I’m just supposed to forgive him for the way he treated my best friend?”

“Maybe the fact that he reacted like that should tell you he didn’t do it on purpose,” Hoseok snapped, clearly fed up.

A sigh echoed through the room. “You want to know the first thing he asked me the day we met up?”

“How to get Taehyung to fuck him. Fuck him, Hoseok. Are you starting to get what I’ve been trying to tell you, or should I also add that he said he wasn’t even gay? But I think you already know that part, since you saw with your own eyes how he acted the night Junseo humiliated him at the party.”

“I’m not going to base everything off that,” Hoseok said, calmer now. “Even if all of it does look suspicious and makes it seem like Jungkook just played with Taehyung’s feelings, it’s still way too vague. And about that night, you said it yourself, Junseo humiliated him, in front of a whole crowd. Just imagine how Jungkook must’ve felt at that moment.”

His hand gently cupped Namjoon’s cheek.

“He must’ve been terrified. Maybe he’s just now figuring all this out. Remember how scared you were to hold my hand when we first started dating?”

Namjoon couldn’t help but smile at the memory. “Yeah” he said softly.

“That’s why I’ve been trying so hard to get you to understand. And, I don’t even know if he’s realized it yet himself, but…” Hoseok leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a whisper, “he’s deeply in love with Taehyung.”

Namjoon frowned. “How do you know that?”

“Just thirty minutes with him and his eyes told me more than a full-on confession ever could,” Hoseok chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

A soft whimper drew their attention. They both turned toward the bed just as Jungkook stirred, his brows furrowing in a way that made his entire face look adorably troubled. Hoseok started to step forward but paused, turning to jab a finger at Namjoon’s chest.

“Behave,” he warned, raising a brow.

His boyfriend rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

“Taehyung…” Jungkook mumbled, curling his arms tighter around his pillow.

Hoseok shot a sidelong glance at Namjoon, who returned it in silence. “What did I tell you?” he lifted an eyebrow knowingly.

Jungkook blinked as he tried to open his eyes against the harsh light in the room. When he finally managed to adjust, the first thing he saw was Hoseok’s face leaning over him.

“Hi there. How are you feeling?” Hoseok asked gently.

Jungkook blinked again, then winced slightly as a dull ache pulsed through his head. “Uh… I think I… What happened?” he asked, pushing himself up to sit against the headboard.

“You had a panic attack. Then you passed out,” Hoseok explained calmly. “Do you remember any of it?”

Jungkook stared silently at his lap, watching his fingers fidget with each other.

“Yeah,” he said quietly as the memories of the overwhelming panic came rushing back. Then he looked up—and froze when his eyes finally locked with Namjoon’s, only now realizing he was also in the room.

Hoseok noticed him stiffen and quickly placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry,” he said with a small smile. “I already tamed the big bad wolf.”

He heard Namjoon scoff in response, muttering something under his breath, but neither of them paid it much attention.

“Where is he?” Jungkook mumbled, then swallowed hard when two confused looks turned toward him. “Taehyung. He… he was here. I saw him?”

His last words came out more like a question than a statement as he began to doubt what he’d seen. Hoseok shook his head with a slight frown. “No. He wasn’t here. It’s just been the three of us.”

“oh”

A silence fell

“You sure you’re okay?” Hoseok asked again, just to be sure.

Jungkook nodded slowly, his mind still spinning with all the thoughts from earlier. But then he paused, and suddenly shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes. “I miss him,” he whispered.

Hoseok cooed softly before slipping into the bed next to Jungkook, wrapping an arm around his shoulder to pull him into a gentle embrace. Jungkook let his head fall onto Hoseok’s shoulder and allowed his tears to flow freely. He wasn’t sobbing, it was more of a soft, quiet crying, just enough to let his aching heart breathe a little.

Namjoon turned his eyes away from the scene, which looked painfully similar to when Taehyung had cried in his arms.

“I…” Jungkook began, biting his tongue. Hoseok’s hand rubbed his back in a soothing, encouraging motion. “I love him,” Jungkook finally whispered.

Namjoon’s head snapped back toward them.

“Yeah?” Hoseok asked with curious interest and a small smile.

“Yes.”

“Since when have you been aware of those feelings?”

“Today. Right before I fainted, I… I don’t know if it was the panic or something else, but it just hit me like a realization. It felt so real, like there’s no other explanation. I—”

Hoseok hummed, cutting him off gently, not wanting Jungkook to spiral back into overwhelming emotions that could damage his mental state again.

“And who’s to say it’s love and not just desire?” Namjoon said, stepping closer to the bed.

Ugh for fuck’s sake Hoseok thought with a tight smile, shooting a dark glare at Namjoon to silently tell him to shut the hell up and not push it too far. He felt Jungkook tense up in his arms before gradually relaxing again.

The question hung in the silence of the room, suspended like a heavy weight. Then Jungkook drew in a breath.

“It was a desire at the very beginning,” he admitted honestly, eyes still cast downward. “But I swear—please believe me when I say it’s not just that anymore. I love him, hyung. I know it’s hard to believe, that I hurt him. I made him suffer and I deserve every ounce of this pain I’m feeling, but I can’t take it anymore. I need him.”

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he continued.

“I used to think it was just a pull, just attraction, but it can’t be only that if all I want is to spend every day with him. Playing games, eating, watching our dumb movies, or even doing nothing at all—I don’t care, as long as he’s there with me. I don’t want to be the reason for his pain anymore. I want to be the reason he laughs. The reason he smiles, just like he’s become mine.”

He lifted his head and locked eyes with Namjoon, fear and courage clashing in the shimmering tears behind his gaze.

“I need him… p-please, bring Taehyungie hyung back to me—” A small hiccup escaped his lips, catching him off guard. His face quickly flushed a soft shade of rose, the blush spreading across his cheeks and down his neck like wildfire.

Hoseok let out a warm chuckle, the sound soft and affectionate. Jungkook couldn’t help but smile a little in response before being pulled into an even tighter hug, his head tucked firmly against Hoseok’s chest.

“We’ll fix this, Koo. Don’t worry.”

“How?” Jungkook murmured, his voice muffled against Hoseok’s shirt.

“It’s simple, you’re both going to sit down, talk like responsible adults, and then you’ll date.”

“Date…” Jungkook repeated the word dreamily, his fingers nervously toying with the fabric of Hoseok’s t-shirt.

“God, you’re way too cute, I could just eat you up,” Hoseok growled as he grabbed Jungkook’s face, squishing his cheeks until his soft pink lips puffed into a cute fish-like pout.

Jungkook frowned. “m’not cue, lesh go.”

“Hobi, that’s a grown-ass man. Let him go,” Namjoon said flatly.

But Hoseok only gently shook Jungkook’s head side to side, grinning “Promise me you’re going to fix things with Taehyung.”

“prfomiz” Jungkook mumbled through squished lips.

“Good, because from what little I saw at the party, you two looked fucking adorable together, and I wanna see more.”

“No cue,” Jungkook muttered again in a sulky voice.

“cutie”

“Alright,” Namjoon said, stepping closer. He grabbed Hoseok’s wrist and pried his hands off Jungkook’s face, causing the younger to slump back against his chest from the sudden loss of support.

“It’s great that we’re jumping to the fluffy part all of a sudden,” Namjoon continued, “but let me remind you that it’s not as simple as it sounds.”

“What are you talking about?” Hoseok frowned. “Like I just said, he just needs to talk to Taehyung. What could possibly be so hard about that?”

Namjoon let out a dry chuckle and pointed directly at Jungkook. “He’s the one who has to do the talking.”

“Obviously,” Hoseok nodded.

“No,” Namjoon grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Jungkook is a disaster when it comes to communication, especially when the topic is queer relationships.”

“I don’t believe that. I’m sure he’ll manage just fine.”

“Babe, trust me. I know what I’m talking about. He has a gift for making you want to strangle him when he refuses to understand the simplest things.”

Jungkook’s brows knit at that comment.

“Well then, we’ll help him. We’ll tell him exactly what he should say.”

“I hate how optimistic you always are.”

“And yet you love me to death,” Hoseok replied with a wide, proud grin.

“Uh, I’ll gladly accept your help with all of this,” Jungkook said, running his tongue along his lip piercing, “but I think you both forgot one important detail.”

They turned to him in question.

“Taehyung,” he said simply, before adding, “he’s not at home. He hates me and practically wants nothing to do with me anymore, so how am I supposed to even talk to him?”

“You go to Namjoon’s. He’s staying there—”

“No,” Namjoon cut in firmly.

“Joon,” Hoseok sighed.

“No. There’s no way I’m letting him into my place when Taehyung specifically came there to get away from him. That would feel like betrayal.” he said, crossing his arms.

Hoseok rolled his eyes before saying, “Then make Taehyung go back home so Jungkook has a chance to talk to him.”

“You want me to kick Taehyung out? You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Not kick him out, just maybe suggest that it’s time he returns home.”

“He’s been there less than four days. I used to let him crash at my place for a month without saying a word. He’ll definitely feel rejected.”

“Well, you know what? I’m coming over to your place.”

Namjoon’s mouth clamped shut, then he blinked and shot him a confused look. “Um… okay? I don’t think he’d mind.”

“Oh yeah?” Hoseok raised a brow. “We’ll see how fine he is with it when it’s time to sleep.”

Jungkook choked on his saliva while Namjoon’s face flushed deep red. He coughed awkwardly, clearly flustered. “Yeah—uh, no, don’t worry. I’ll figure something out,” he rambled quickly.

“Good. Now, back to you,” Hoseok turned his attention back to Jungkook. “Show me how you’re going to win back your Taehyungie hyung’s heart.”

✩｡:*•.─────

“Thanks, hyung,” Jungkook mumbled, handing Yoongi the motorcycle helmet.

“No problem,” Yoongi replied, placing it into the storage compartment mounted on the back of his bike. “Next time, bring an umbrella when the forecast says the weather’s gonna be this shitty. I don’t want to see you miserably walking through the rain like that again.”

“It’s because—” Jungkook stopped himself before saying more, shaking his head slightly, eyes blinking as heavy raindrops fell onto his soaked face. “Thanks again.”

Yoongi revved the engine lightly. “See you after the weekend, in class,” he said before flipping down his helmet visor and raising a hand in a final wave. Then he sped off down the street, the sound of the bike quickly fading into the rain.

Jungkook stood there for a few seconds, watching him leave, his own hand still half-raised in a delayed wave. Eventually, he let it fall, clearing his throat before adjusting the strap of his backpack and turning toward his apartment building.

Inside the elevator, water dripped from his drenched hair onto the floor. He pulled out his phone, which he hadn’t checked all day, ignoring the few drops sliding down onto the screen. His thumb scrolled lazily through the notifications, skipping over unimportant updates and class group chat spam.

Then he stopped—his eyes narrowing as he saw a message from Namjoon, sent earlier that morning.

Namjoon
Are you in class?
We need to talk.

Jungkook frowned slightly, his thumbs moving over the keyboard as he started typing back, just as the elevator stopped at his floor and the doors slid open. He walked down the hallway toward his apartment door.

Jungkook
I was, yeah.
Just got home.

He didn’t expect Namjoon to respond right away—the message had been sent hours ago—so he slipped his phone back into his pocket and pulled out his keys.

Once inside, Jungkook let out a satisfied sigh as he tossed his bag to the floor and kicked off his boots. His nose scrunched up when he realized just how soaked he was from head to toe, his clothes clinging uncomfortably to his skin. Thankfully, Yoongi had spotted him and offered him a ride on his motorcycle—otherwise, Jungkook would’ve definitely ended up sick for two weeks. One, if he was lucky.

He couldn’t help but think about how he’d almost told Yoongi that it was usually Taehyung who drove them around. Jungkook, being the lazy type, still didn’t have his driver’s license. Not that he ever felt the need for one, he enjoyed being Taehyung’s passenger princess too much.

Taehyung. If only he knew how much more he haunted Jungkook’s thoughts ever since last week, ever since Jungkook finally realized his feelings for him.

After their little three-man meeting at Hoseok’s place, Jungkook had been feeding himself the false hope that everything would soon fall into place now that the air was clearer. But Namjoon had been right—it was more complicated than they thought.

Even though Jungkook now had his thoughts in order and kind of knew what he wanted to say, the one thing still holding everything back was the fact that Taehyung hadn’t stepped foot back home.

Namjoon was kind enough to send him occasional updates, saying he was doing his best, but he couldn’t push too hard or Taehyung might feel rejected—or worse, suspicious.

So Jungkook waited.

The exam period had helped him keep his mind busy for a while, but now that he’d taken his last one today, he could already feel the long, boring days stretching ahead to welcome him.

He shuffled into the kitchen and opened the fridge, checking if there was anything to snack on. He clicked his tongue and shut it again when he found nothing. He made his way out, heading now to the bathroom to finally get rid of his soaked clothes that were starting to feel heavy against his body.

But just as his hand touched the bathroom door handle, his body froze when he heard a noise behind him.

He turned his head slowly, casting a glance over his shoulder, straight toward Taehyung’s closed bedroom door. He hesitated, wondering if he had actually just heard something fall, or if his mind was playing tricks on him.

It was probably just his imagination. Honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised if he started hallucinating things and sounds, considering how badly he missed Taehyung. Still, curiosity won over reason, and he figured taking a quick look inside wouldn’t hurt.

Jungkook walked toward the door slowly, heart thudding with anticipation, and gently pushed it open to peek inside.

Empty.

Of course it was empty, he thought with disappointment as he opened it fully and crossed his arms, eyes scanning the room for whatever noise might’ve messed with his head.

He finally spotted a book near the desk—open, face-down on the floor, its back cover slightly lifted. Several pages were folded or crushed under its weight. Jungkook walked over and picked it up from the ground.

“How the fuck did you fall?” he mumbled at the book, turning it over in his hands before placing it back on the desk, making sure it was centered and wouldn’t weirdly fall again.

He stepped out of the room with a small hum, only to freeze mid-step and glance down. “Shit,” he cursed, spinning on his heel and looking behind him.

Fucking hell. He was soaked from head to toe—what the hell made him think it was okay to traipse around the apartment like that, let alone inside Taehyung’s room? He spotted the faint patches of water he’d left on the wooden floor.

“Taehyung would’ve killed me if he saw this,” he muttered, twisting around, thinking of grabbing a towel from the bathroom to clean it up. He bent down to take off his wet socks, which were mostly responsible for the mess he was making. And because Jungkook was impatient as hell, he kept moving while doing it, slightly bouncing on one foot as he tugged the other sock off.

When the last sock came off, he grinned proudly and took one more step—

Only for his head to slam straight into a solid chest.

Jungkook groaned in pain, bending forward as both hands flew up to cover his face. “Fuck…”

His nose stung, a sharp wave of heat spreading across his temples. But the pain was quickly replaced by dread when he realized that he hadn’t just run into a wall.

It was a chest.

He swallowed hard and slowly peeked through his fingers, eyes dropping to see bare feet and bare legs standing right in front of him. He would’ve panicked if he hadn’t instantly recognized who they belonged to. There was only one person in the world who was literally perfect from head to toe, only one person who could somehow have feet that attractive.

Jungkook was still crouched like an idiot, bent forward with his hands over his face, completely frozen in place.

His courage was pitifully abandoning him, leaving him alone with his fear and clumsy panic.

This is bad.

Jungkook wasn’t ready to see him yet. He’d hoped for at least a bit of warning—something to prepare himself mentally. But now, he had no choice but to face it head-on, totally unprepared, and completely off-guard.

He took a light breath, closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again with new resolve before finally straightening up.

Jungkook’s knees nearly gave out—he would’ve dropped straight to the floor if it weren’t for the sheer shock and the way his heart kicked into overdrive.

It really was him.

Taehyung was actually standing right there in front of him. And Jungkook didn’t know if he wanted to cry from happiness or moan from sheer want when he saw that the only thing covering Taehyung’s body was a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. His defined V-line was on full display, practically taunting him, making his mouth go dry and water at the same time.

He mentally slapped himself. Now was not the time to get horny—not when they were about to have a serious conversation.

Though…

What fucking serious conversation could you possibly have with the man you’re in love with when he’s standing there practically served up like a damn five-star buffet ready to be devoured?

A sudden wave of secondhand embarrassment washed over him when he realized his eyes had been glued to Taehyung’s lower half. He’d practically been staring at his crotch without even noticing.

fuck

His eyes snapped back up in an instant. A bucket of ice-cold water might as well have been dumped over his head the second they met Taehyung’s glare. Cold and distant

It was like getting slapped in the face, his chest tightened, feet suddenly heavy with the weight of reality.

Jungkook cleared his throat, snapping out of his inner meltdown and looking at Taehyung with wide, hopeful eyes.

“Hi,” was all he managed to say.

A painfully awkward silence followed, stretching like thin ice about to crack.

Jungkook was already scrambling to figure out what to say next, but Taehyung beat him to it.

“Hey,” Taehyung replied flatly, brushing past him and knocking his shoulder into Jungkook’s on the way.

Jungkook winced at the impact.

The next sound he heard was the sharp slam of Taehyung’s bedroom door closing behind him.

Well, that went badly.

Jungkook blinked as he suddenly felt the urge to laugh nervously. Actually, it wasn’t that bad, could’ve been way worse. He nodded to himself, trying to reassure his pride with the idea that it was probably better this way. At least he didn’t have to carry out a full conversation while Taehyung’s skin was still exposed and wet from the shower he’d just taken.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked down at the new message.

Namjoon
just wanted to let you know Taehyung’s coming back today

Jungkook snorted. “And you’re telling me this now?” he grumbled, sending back a quick ok, not even bothering to explain that he’d already bumped into his damn best friend—naked—just seconds ago.

✩｡:*•.─────

The next morning, Jungkook walked into the kitchen and froze for a second when he saw Taehyung making eggs. His brain still hadn’t fully processed the fact that Taehyung was actually back, living under the same roof again

He composed himself quickly and forced his voice to sound as normal as possible. “Good morning,” he muttered, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

Taehyung glanced over his shoulder with a blank look, the only sound filling the space being the gentle sizzle of eggs in the pan. His eyes flicked back to the stove as he mumbled a low, “Mornin’.”

Still cold. Damn it.

But that wouldn’t last.

Today, Jungkook was going to talk to him—clear the air, fix everything. And at least now Taehyung was fully dressed, which meant zero distractions.

He poured himself a bowl of cereal, occasionally stealing glances at the older boy who was now busy chopping green onions. Jungkook wanted to hug him so badly. Just wrap his arms around those broad shoulders, squeeze him tight, maybe even bite that thick bicep if Taehyung let him.

Taehyung finally finished the last step of his breakfast, grabbed his plate of steamed rice and eggs, and turned his head. Their eyes met. Jungkook’s throat went completely dry at the realization that he’d been caught staring.

Okay fuck, say something, Jungkook. Now’s your chance, just talk, fuck! a little voice in his head urged, borderline panicking.

But all Jungkook could do was stare at Taehyung in silence before quickly darting his eyes away. He grabbed the cereal bag and poured way too much into his bowl, the flakes piling high until they spilled over the edge and scattered across the counter.

“Shit,” he whispered, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Without a word, Taehyung turned around and walked away, taking his breakfast with him into his room.

Jungkook wanted to cry.

✩｡:*•.─────

“I can’t do it,” Jungkook whispered, chewing on the nail of his thumb.

“What do you mean?”

"I just... I can’t get the words out. Every time our eyes meet, all I can manage is a simple greeting. And then it’s just silence. I shut down. I can’t do it," he repeated, curling his legs up tightly to his chest as he folded into himself.

He heard Namjoon sigh softly on the other end of the line.

"So you’re telling me, since he came back, all you’ve said to him is 'hi'?"

"Yes."

“Fuck,” Namjoon sighed

“Sorry.”

“What—no. Why are you apologizing?”

“I don’t know. I guess because I promised you I’d fix things. I told you I’d make Taehyung happy again... There’s no progress.”

Namjoon went quiet for a moment before finally saying, “It’s okay, Jungkook. Don’t put that much pressure on yourself. I mean yeah, of course I’d love to see Taehyung be the way he was before… before whatever the hell started between you two. but that doesn’t mean you should destroy yourself with guilt or anxiety. If you’re not ready yet, don’t force it. Or you might end up messing things up even worse.”

“It’s not just anxiety,” Jungkook murmured, feeling tears begin to rise behind his eyes. He’d noticed he’d been on the verge of crying far too often lately. And he couldn’t help but wonder if Taehyung ever cried alone at night too, or if he’d already moved on.

“It’s more like… I’m too shy. And every time I see him, all I get back are cold stares—or worse, just the absence of him altogether.”

“That’s understandable,” Namjoon reminded him gently.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t make it any easier.”

“What if you try getting closer to him without immediately jumping into apologies? Start by bringing up random topics, ease into a conversation,” Namjoon suggested.

“But—”

“I know it’s not going to be easy. I know Tae. When he decides to shut someone out, he does it completely, without the slightest bit of remorse. Honestly, you should be grateful he even still replies to your greetings,” Namjoon said, shifting in bed, probably propping himself up against the headboard.

“So what am I supposed to talk to him about?”

“Anything. It really doesn’t matter. Just don’t try to rehearse or script stuff ahead of time. The more pre-planned it sounds, the more likely you are to mess it up. Just go with what you feel. And for the love of God, think twice—no, five times—before you say anything.”

Jungkook let out a grumpy little noise, pouting at Namjoon’s last piece of advice. He knew he sometimes said dumb stuff without thinking, but it wasn’t that bad.

“And also,” Namjoon continued, “I’m not sure if I’ll regret telling you this, but… try speaking through your actions too.”

“My actions?” Jungkook echoed

“No sex” Namjoon warned flatly.

“I wasn’t thinking about that,” Jungkook snapped, frowning.

“You never know with you,” Namjoon muttered. “Anyway, when I say actions, I mean little gestures. Stuff that could mean something to Taehyung. Things that help him feel safe around you again, comfortable. you get me?”

Jungkook plucked at a loose thread in his bedsheet, thinking. “Yeah,” he said quietly, his brain already churning through Namjoon’s suggestion, trying to figure out what exactly he could do.

“Are you sure you understood me?” Namjoon asked, just to be certain. Because last time Jungkook had said yes, he’d ended up drawing a completely absurd conclusion.

“Yes,” Jungkook sighed. “like… hmm… I could give him a big bouquet of flowers.”

“Alright, see,” Namjoon snapped “that”

“What?!” Jungkook defended himself. “It’s sweet! And innocent!”

“Yeah, and it’s too much. You haven’t even properly apologized yet, and you wanna show up with a giant bouquet like you’re his husband or something.”

“Okay, what if it’s just one flower?” he offered again.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon groaned. “What did I just say about thinking five times before you speak?”

Jungkook pulled the phone away, stuck out his tongue with an exaggerated eye-roll like a bratty kid, then put it back to his ear with a theatrical sigh. “ what should I do then?”

“I don’t have an idea off the top of my head but—”

“Ha! So you wanna play expert but you’re just as clueless,” Jungkook scoffed.

“Yeah, well, remind me again which one of us is actually in a stable relationship?” Namjoon shot back without missing a beat.

“You’re mean,” Jungkook mumbled, sulking as he turned in his bed. “I want a stable relationship too…”

“You will have one,” Namjoon said gently, feeling like he was talking to a kid chasing after a dream. “Once you talk to Taehyung, and he accepts your apology—and maybe even wants to start something again with you.”

“What do you mean maybe?!” Jungkook suddenly shot up in bed, voice panicked. “You mean there’s a chance he’ll accept my apology but still not want to be with me?!”

“I don’t know,” Namjoon replied calmly. “I’m not Taehyung, so I can’t give you a definite answer.”

“But he loves me, right?”

“I…” Namjoon paused, then finally said, “Yeah.”

“Then we’ll date.” Jungkook said, so confidently it nearly startled Namjoon.

“You’re really sure about that,” Namjoon replied, more amused than skeptical.

“Yeah,” Jungkook said without missing a beat. “Even if you end up being right and he doesn’t want anything more with me, I’ll make him change his mind. I’ll flirt with him and spoil him with whatever he wants, every fucking day, until he falls for me again and wants to be with me.”

Namjoon cooed at that. “Look at you, finally being loud and proud about your crush on him. You’re so cute.”

“Shut up,” Jungkook tried to say seriously, but the stupid grin creeping up on his face betrayed him.

“You’re blushing,” he teased.

“shut upmpff!!” diving face-first into his pillow. His entire body burned with all these weird, fluttery emotions that tickled somewhere deep inside, leaving him lightheaded and warm.

Namjoon’s soft laughter echoed in his ear through the phone, wrapping around him like a hug.

“Stop laughing. Give me a second, I’ll find something to tease you back with,” Jungkook groaned into the phone.

Suddenly, his bedroom door swung open, making him jump. He looked up with wide eyes.

“You’ve got nothing—” Namjoon started, but he cut himself off the instant another voice broke in.

“It’s fucking two in the morning. Who the hell are you giggling with like that?”

Taehyung was standing in his doorway.

“I… uh…” Jungkook just stared, mouth hanging open.

“Don’t tell him it’s me,” Namjoon warned in a hushed voice.

“Yoongi-hyung,” Jungkook blurted out.

“No, idiot—don’t give him a name!” Namjoon groaned.

“N-Nobody” Jungkook quickly corrected, not even realizing he had.

“Oh my god, this kid,” Namjoon sighed.

In the dark, Jungkook saw Taehyung’s brows furrow before he scoffed. “I don’t care who you spend your nights giggling with in that cute little voice. You’ve got a roommate trying to sleep next door, so either laugh quieter or not at all. Go to bed.”

“Man, he’s just as obvious as you are,” Namjoon commented, clearly amused by Taehyung’s words, but Jungkook didn’t quite register what he meant.

His head was spinning with only one thing, Taehyung was standing in his room. His eyes were locked on Jungkook’s and this time, they weren’t cold.
He couldn’t quite figure out the right word to describe them, but it was definitely different.

“Okay. Sorry,” Jungkook said quietly.

Taehyung stood there a second longer than necessary, his gaze never wavering, before finally exhaling and reaching for the door.

“Hyung, wait!” Jungkook called out quickly before he could leave.

Taehyung paused, half-turned.

“Can we talk?”

“Dude, it’s literally two in the morning,” Namjoon sighed in Jungkook’s ear.

“No. I’m tired,” Taehyung said flatly. “Keep chatting with your Yoongi-hyung or whoever.”

Namjoon snorted on the other end.

“Oh… okay. Good night.”

“Yeah. ’Night,” Taehyung muttered, finally closing the door.

“See,” Jungkook whispered with a pout, not wanting to trigger an angry Taehyung to storm back into his room.

“What else did you expect?” Namjoon replied calmly. “You asked him to talk in the middle of the night right after he told you to shut up and that he wanted to sleep.”

“damn it,” Jungkook groaned, wrapping his legs around his blanket. “The one time I finally get the courage to ask if we can talk, I pick the worst moment.”

Namjoon hummed. “Try again tomorrow. Bring up what happened tonight.”

“Okay,” Jungkook said, then bit down on his bottom lip to hold back a laugh, but the urge was too strong, and he ended up giggling softly, burying his face in the pillow to muffle the sound.

“What’s so funny?” Namjoon asked, confused.

“He talked to me,” Jungkook murmured dreamily.

“He scolded you,” he corrected.

“I don’t care. He actually talked to me. Like, full sentences. Not just one-word answers.”

“Mm, happy for you, I guess.”

Jungkook giggled again.

“Stop laughing before he comes back,” Namjoon warned.

“What if I want him to come back?”

“Don’t be a damn brat. Go to sleep,” Namjoon sighed. “I’m hanging up, I need my rest too.”

“‘Kay. Good night, hyung… and thanks for the advice,” Jungkook mumbled with a yawn as sleep finally started catching up to him.

“No problem. Good night,” Namjoon replied with a small smile before ending the call.

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Jungkook set the small plate of sliced apples on the coffee table before letting himself sink into the couch, his body melting into the soft cushions as he exhaled through his nose. His eyes drifted to the side, where he saw Taehyung typing away on his laptop, not once looking at him, or at the apples he’d brought and placed right next to him

Truth be told, Jungkook was just relieved to see him. He’d started to worry, wondering if Taehyung even remembered that their apartment had other rooms besides his own.

He hadn’t seen him all day—missed him in the morning, and the apartment had been empty ever since. Now, finally, he had a chance to talk to him, because by some miracle, the older wasn’t locked away in his room.

Jungkook folded his legs on the armchair, not fully aware his mouth had moved before he heard himself say, “Can we talk?”

Oh. So last night’s courage hadn’t entirely vanished after all.

The rapid tapping of Taehyung’s keyboard stopped as he lifted his eyes to glance at Jungkook, then looked away and resumed typing.

“Why?” he mumbled.

Jungkook almost whined, “Because we need to talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Taehyung—”

“Shut up, Jungkook. I’m trying to finish this assignment.”

“Please,” Jungkook pleaded. “We can’t just keep ignoring each other like this. It’s torture.”

Taehyung shrugged, not even looking at him. “Plenty of roommates go their whole lives without speaking to each other. I don’t see the issue.”

“We’re not like that,” Jungkook said firmly.

That’s when Taehyung finally stopped typing again. He looked up, his cold stare hitting Jungkook so hard it made him want to disappear.

“Well, then stop making us a we” he said, voice detached.

“Just gimme five minutes of your time,” Jungkook begged.

Taehyung let out a loud sigh. “Knew I shouldn’t have come out here to work,” he muttered under his breath as he closed his laptop and stood up.

Jungkook’s heart sank as he watched him silently head back to his room. But then his eyes dropped to the coffee table—and he noticed the plate of apples was gone too.

Taehyung had taken them with him.

A faint smile tugged at Jungkook’s lips, his hope wasn’t completely crushed after all.

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He couldn’t help it.

Despite everything he’d already done. Waking up early just to make Taehyung breakfast before he got up, making him warm tea when he stayed up late studying, softly complimenting him—even if those compliments were barely acknowledged, or worse, ignored.

None of it felt like enough.

He had to show Taehyung that even just five minutes of conversation with him were worth it. That Jungkook meant it, meant everything.

Which is why he was currently alone in Taehyung’s room…

…with a camellia in his hand.

God, he knew Namjoon told him not to overdo it, but to Jungkook, a flower wasn’t too much. It was simple. It was sweet. And most of all, it felt right. He believed in this gesture.

He stepped closer to Taehyung’s nightstand and gently set the camellia down, admiring it with soft eyes. His fingertips lightly brushed over the pale pink petals, so delicate and beautiful. He genuinely hoped Taehyung would love it just as much as he did.

Reaching into the pocket of his sweatpants, Jungkook pulled out a small note—the one with those few carefully chosen words that somehow carried too much meaning for their size. He read them again, eyes skimming every syllable, making sure nothing felt like too little, or too much.

With a small nod, he pressed his lips into a tight line and set the note beside the flower.

The flower was a sweet and simple gesture, but the note… the note added a deeper meaning to it. And Jungkook wasn’t afraid of that. He only wished he could be there to see Taehyung’s face when he found what he left for him on the nightstand.

Then again, maybe Taehyung would just throw both things away.

Either way, he’d be back from the gym any minute now. So Jungkook slipped out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him before heading back to his own.

He grabbed a hoodie, because even though it was May, the evenings had been weirdly chilly lately. After slipping on his sneakers, he left the apartment and chose the stairs over waiting for the elevator. He was way too tired to stand around doing nothing.

At that exact moment, the soft ding of the elevator echoed through the hallway, and Taehyung stepped out, already fishing for his keys in his pocket.

Once inside the apartment, he tossed his gym bag onto the bed and began stripping off his clothes. The place was silent. Jungkook was probably in his room.

He wondered if today, Jungkook would surprise him again with another one of those gestures—those cute little things he hadn’t stopped doing since the day he’d asked if they could talk and Taehyung had coldly pushed him away.

He hadn’t regretted it at the time. But maybe now… he did, lowkey?

He could tell what Jungkook was trying to do. And in a way, it reassured him to see him making these small, slow approaches without throwing himself all over him. Still, something inside Taehyung held back. Fear, mostly.

He didn’t want to blindly trust Jungkook again just because of a stupid crush, and end up broken all over again.

His heart couldn’t take a second heartbreak.

He headed to the bathroom and took a quick shower, his muscles relaxing under the hot stream. When he finished, he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back to his room, grabbing a pair of boxers, sweatpants, and a t-shirt, tossing them onto the bed.

Then his movements froze.

There, sitting on his nightstand, was a flower.

Taehyung frowned as he walked around the bed and looked down at it. He picked it up gently and brought it close to his face, then lowered his eyes when he saw a small note slip to the floor.

He couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto his lips.

He already knew who it was from.

fuck—no matter how much he tried to stay detached, these gestures got to him. Every single one chipped away at his walls, and his poor heart couldn’t help but react.

He crouched down and picked up the note, already recognizing Jungkook’s messy handwriting scribbled across the paper.

Taehyung’s eyes scanned each word carefully, his smile slowly fading—until all that was left was a firm, closed-off line. “That idiot,” he muttered under his breath, reading the note again.

There’s not a day I don’t think of you. You’re right here, and I see you every day— but it’s not quite the part of you my soul keeps reaching for. Still, I won’t be greedy. Getting to exist near you is already more than I deserve

His chest tightened the more he read.

It was such a small note, and yet it made him feel so much.

Why the hell would Jungkook write something like that when just a few weeks ago, he’d told him it was just sex?

Why was he still lingering? Why was he still orbiting around him like there was something left to uncover, when Taehyung had nothing left to give? He wasn’t going to fall into that trap again. He wouldn’t give in to fleeting desires just to be left used and wrecked.

And yet, his heart thudded wildly in his chest. A quiet, traitorous part of him was whispering that maybe Jungkook wasn’t just chasing after desire this time.

He looked down at the flower still resting in his other hand, then back at the note.

Enough. He was done tiptoeing around this.

They needed to talk.

He carefully placed the flower back on the nightstand, making sure not to damage the petals, then turned around and got dressed quickly, wasting no more time.

He walked—almost ran—toward Jungkook’s room and flung the door open, only for his face to immediately fall in disappointment. The room was empty. It was strange for Jungkook not to be home, especially this late. Taehyung stood in the doorway, hesitating for a brief moment. He considered calling him, but something about it made him stop. He didn’t want to be the one to reach first like that. So he did nothing. Instead, he pulled the note from his pocket again and re-read it, as if searching for some hidden message he might’ve missed the first time.

Something tucked between the lines, more than just carefully chosen words.

Honestly, he wouldn’t even be surprised if Jungkook had suddenly decided to play some emotional game of hide-and-seek, with notes scattered like breadcrumbs.

His brain suddenly stopped functioning when a cold fear gripped him, freezing his blood and sending a sickening shiver down his spine.

Taehyung let out a breathy chuckle, nervous and sharp, before bringing the note closer to his face and reading it again, more agitated this time, though he didn’t know why. No new meaning jumped out at him. The words hadn’t changed.

But ever since that dark conclusion had popped into his mind, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

A note. A flower. And him, gone.

The thought haunted him. The what if was so loud in his chest, he couldn’t even voice it aloud.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” he muttered under his breath, no longer hesitating. He snatched up his phone and hit call, not caring anymore about pride or timing.

But the moment the first beep rang, he froze.

A ringtone echoed in the silence of the apartment. His eyes snapped toward Jungkook’s bed, his phone was glowing there. Taehyung could see his own name on the screen.

"You absolute idiot!” he cursed loudly, spinning around and sprinting down the hallway. He grabbed his car keys, shoved on his shoes, and slammed the apartment door behind him, taking the stairs two at a time.

It wasn’t until he was in the car, engine roaring to life, that the brutal truth hit him.

He had no idea where to look.

The city was huge. Jungkook could be anywhere.

"Damn it," he growled, slamming his palm against the steering wheel. Frustration tore through him as he let his forehead fall against it, drawing in a shaky breath, heart pounding in his ears.

Maybe he was overreacting. Maybe Jungkook had just stepped out to clear his head, or meet someone.

The last thought hit bitter and sharp.

But still, that damn note kept echoing in his mind. The note might be his last words.

What if this was his way of saying goodbye?

Taehyung’s gut twisted at the thought. He didn’t want to believe it, but he couldn’t ignore it either. His anxiety was clawing at his insides like poison, and it wouldn’t stop.

He yanked the clutch into gear and pulled out onto the road. It was stupid. Irrational.

But he decided to start with every bridge in the city. No matter how absurd it sounded, he didn’t care.

Right now, nothing mattered more than finding Jungkook. Every second might count.

That’s how he found himself speeding over every bridge in Seoul, eyes scanning wildly each time, searching for anyone standing too close to the edge.

Fuck, this is insane. He never imagined he’d be driving like a maniac through the city, looking for Jungkook, with the fear that he might actually want to end his life.

“Why the fuck would he even do that?” Taehyung muttered, voice shaky, pressing harder on the gas pedal. The needle on the dashboard crept higher and higher, just like his heart rate with every passing second.

By the time he crossed the tenth bridge and still hadn’t seen anything, a memory hit him like a sudden flash of light. He gasped and slammed on the brakes, yanking the steering wheel to pull a U-turn, the tires screeching as the car skidded across the wide road. He shifted gears hastily and took off again at full speed.

The car surged forward, weaving past others as Taehyung gritted his teeth. “Please, please, please be there,” he whispered under his breath, panic clinging to every word.

After a few minutes, the sight of a park he knew like the back of his hand came into view, but he didn’t pay attention to it. Just a little farther ahead stood Banpo Bridge. And right there, dangerously close to the edge, stood someone dressed in all black, a bucket hat hiding his face.

Jungkook.

It could only be him. Taehyung would recognize him anywhere.

Taehyung slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching as the car drifted sharply to the side. A loud cry echoed when the wheels slid across the pavement. He flung the door open without a second thought, abandoning the car entirely—engine running, door swinging—before he sprinted toward Jungkook.

No no no no no— panic looped inside his head as his legs burned, forcing themselves to move faster, Just a few more meters. Please don’t do this. Please don’t fucking do this. He wanted to scream, but his throat was sealed shut. Fear clamped down on his chest like a vice.

Everything happened in a blur.

Jungkook’s body jolted violently when a strong arm hooked around his waist and yanked him back with brutal force, slamming him into the cold, hard ground. A grunt tore from his throat as pain exploded in his ribs. Another groan followed—this one coming from Taehyung, who landed right next to him, his arm still wrapped tightly around him.

Then the grip tightened. Both arms wrapped firmly around the younger boy, dragging him into a crushing embrace. Taehyung buried his face in the crook of Jungkook’s neck and inhaled deeply, his breath shuddering.

He’d nearly lost him.

“Hyung?” he heard Jungkook mumble in confusion, finally recognizing who had just tackled him to the ground like a madman.

I’m going to kill him.

Taehyung pulled his head back to stare directly into Jungkook’s big eyes, which were glistening under the lights illuminating the bridge. “Are you fucking crazy?!” he barked right in his face, Jungkook’s expression scrunching up at the sudden outburst. “What the fuck do you think you were doing there?”

“i was just chillin”

“Chill–” Taehyung let out a disbelieving scoff, eyes flaring. “Who the fuck chills at the goddamn edge of a fucking bridge like a fucking idiot when there’s a perfectly fine park with benches right next to it, Jungkook!?”

Jungkook blinked at him, staring silently as Taehyung poured out all the fear that had been eating him alive. Then, in a quiet voice, he asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I came to save your damn ass! Why did you leave without telling me anything?”

“I just wanted to get some air… and I thought we weren’t talking anymore, so why would you expect me to tell you where I am?” Jungkook said, frowning.

“Well, maybe because you left a damn note on my nightstand with a flower like it was a fucking suicide letter!” Taehyung snapped.

“What—” Jungkook started, then stopped. His eyes drifted to the side as realization hit. “Oh,” he muttered. He pulled himself out of Taehyung’s grip and stood up. Taehyung already missed the warmth that had felt so right just seconds ago.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook mumbled, reaching a hand out. “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Taehyung grabbed his hand, letting Jungkook pull him up.

They stood in front of each other, awkwardly. Jungkook kept his eyes down, while Taehyung scratched at the back of his neck, glancing around until his eyes landed on his car, still abandoned in the distance.

He sighed and looked back at Jungkook. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

The younger one nodded silently and followed. The quiet hung between them, heavy but no longer unbearable. It wasn’t until they reached the car that Jungkook finally spoke again. “Wait,” he said softly. “Let’s stay here a bit longer and… talk.”

He nibbled nervously on the corner of his lip.

Taehyung stared at him for a moment. He probably should agree, after all, that was part of the reason he’d come all the way here. “Yeah, fine,” he said. “I’ll go park the car. I’ll join you after.”

He caught the way Jungkook smiled brightly before quickly wiping it off and nodding once, then made his way toward the park.

After Taehyung parked the car nearby, he made his way back to Jungkook, where he saw him sitting on the bench, his head tilted upward, admiring the stars. He nervously played with his car keys, feeling his heart beat faster with every step he took, the sound echoing in his ears.

A sudden thought crossed his mind, even though everything seemed calm and lowkey okay in the moment, that didn’t mean it couldn’t all explode again and end like last time. And if it did end like that again, Taehyung would be the one jumping off that damn bridge without hesitation.

“Hey,” he said as he sat down next to Jungkook, who finally looked at him and gave a small smile.

“Hi,” he replied softly.

“So… you said wanted to talk.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m listening.”

Jungkook stared at his fingers, fiddling with the drawstrings of his sweatpants. Taehyung watched him from the side, waiting patiently. It looked like Jungkook was trying to find the right words, or maybe he was just afraid to say them. His teeth occasionally nibbled at the metal of his lip piercing.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said after a long silence, followed by a small, nervous laugh. “Damn, that sounded so lame. I should’ve come with something better than just an apology—feels stupid.”

His leg started bouncing.

“But I can’t find anything else to say besides ‘I’m sorry,’ because I feel so fucking awful for the things I said to you that day,” he mumbled, still keeping his gaze locked downward.

Taehyung stayed quiet, resisting the urge to reach over and place a hand on his thigh, to calm him, to let him know he didn’t have to be this nervous.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook repeated again, eyes shutting tightly this time.

“You don’t have to apologize so much,” Taehyung finally said, leaning back against the bench, his eyes staring straight ahead into the dark horizon of the park. “You were just telling your truth. No need to pity me.”

“No, you were right. I was being stupid.”

Taehyung let out a hum, not bothering to argue, because to be honest, Jungkook had been stupid that night.

“Hyung,” Jungkook called softly.

“Yeah?”

“I want us to… to—”

His leg bounced with an anxious rhythm, the speed of it driving Taehyung insane until he finally reached out, grabbing his thigh to stop it. “Stop,” he said lowly.

Jungkook gulped and let out a shaky breath before whispering, “I want us to go back to how we were before.”

Taehyung clenched his jaw, holding back a bitter laugh. “Well, I don’t,” he said coldly, pulling his hand away from the boy’s thigh.

Jungkook’s head snapped toward him, wide-eyed. He shook his head quickly. “Wait—I mean before we… you know, before we hooked up. Before all of that. I miss it.”

“I don’t think we can go back to that version of us,” Taehyung replied, running a hand through his hair. A sudden gust of wind made him shiver from head to toe, a brief involuntary tremble shaking his body.

Jungkook looked down and only now realized Taehyung was wearing just a t-shirt. His mouth parted before he looked back up at Taehyung, who was pointedly looking away.

“Here, take my—” Jungkook’s hand was already tugging down the zipper of his hoodie when Taehyung’s hand landed on his, stopping him.

“No,” he said simply.

“But you’re in a t-shirt, you’ll get sick,” Jungkook frowned.

“And what are you wearing under your hoodie?” Taehyung asked, raising a brow.

“a t-shirt,” Jungkook mumbled.

“Exactly. Keep your hoodie. Don’t worry, it’s just a little wind.”

“You’re literally shivering,” Jungkook pointed out.

“Then let’s go home.”

“No!” Jungkook said instantly, then added more gently, “Please, I want us to finish talking here.”

“Okay, but I’m not taking your hoodie.”

“Let’s share it.”

“What?” Taehyung blinked, confused.

“Share it. My hoodie,” Jungkook said, unzipping it and pulling one arm out of the sleeve, then holding out the edge toward the older boy to get the hint.

Taehyung stared at him silently. “Put that hoodie back on, Jungkook. I’m not sharing or whatever.”

Jungkook let out a small whine. “Don’t be so stubborn, come on.”

A ridiculous pout formed on his lips, giving him that annoyingly adorable expression Taehyung hated so much, because he always ended up giving in to it. And it must’ve shown in his eyes, because the next second, Jungkook dared to drape the other side of the hoodie over his shoulder.

Taehyung sighed, clearly not thrilled, even though warmth was already spreading through his body, and it wasn’t from the hoodie. It was from how close Jungkook had moved just to get it around the both of them.

They sat there awkwardly, a single hoodie draped over them as a shield against the night breeze. Taehyung ran his tongue over his lips, debating whether he should suggest going home again. If Jungkook wasn’t going to say anything else, then what was the point of staying here in the middle of the night? The silence was starting to bore him.

Jungkook suddenly shifted, and Taehyung didn’t pay much attention at first, eyes still fixed ahead, until his entire body tensed at the feeling of Jungkook’s arm sliding behind his waist.

Fuck. He hated how his body shuddered from such a simple touch.

“What are you doing?” he asked lowly, almost in a whisper.

“Sharing body heat,” Jungkook replied before tilting his head up to meet his gaze. “Can I?”

No. Why the hell would you—“Yeah,” his mouth answered before his brain had time to list all the terrible consequences of agreeing to this.

Jungkook smiled softly as his second arm came around and wrapped across him, hugging him from the side. His head rested against Taehyung’s bicep. Taehyung could feel his warm breath on his skin as he took slow, steady breaths.

“I’m sorry, Taehyung.”

“I know. You’ve said it, like, a thousand times now,” Taehyung muttered.

“It’s not enough.”

“Stop,” he sighed, making the mistake of turning his head toward him. His nose was immediately hit by the scent of Jungkook’s shampoo, and for a moment, he had the sudden urge to bury his face in it. “I don’t want to hear you apologizing for the rest of your life.”

“I only know how to do that because I suck with words,” Jungkook sulked.

Taehyung snorted. “Wish you sucked that night too, when you spat all that shit into my head.”

Now it was Jungkook’s turn to sigh. “You gonna blame me for that for the rest of your life?”

“Maybe…” Taehyung said with a shrug.

Jungkook didn’t respond to that.

“Besides, you’re not actually that bad with words,” Taehyung spoke again after a pause, immediately regretting it as Jungkook’s curiosity lit up and he looked up at him.

Their eyes met.

"What?" Jungkook asked softly.

"The note," Taehyung mumbled. "Even if it was short, it wasn’t that bad."

"You liked it?" Jungkook asked slowly, as if afraid of the answer.

Taehyung shrugged, but didn’t look away. He felt himself slowly sinking into Jungkook’s dark eyes, like they were pulling him in, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to resist.

"You liked them?" Jungkook repeated, but this time, his tone changed. He was referring to more than just the note now. Taehyung wasn’t entirely sure what he meant, so he exhaled softly and asked "What?"

"The note… the flower, the meals I made for you, the compliments I gave you, fixing your sister’s keychain, the laundry I kept—"

"Hold on," Taehyung cut in, frowning. "It was you?" he asked, surprised.

Jungkook was about to ask what he meant specifically, but Taehyung beat him to it. "The keychain."

"Yeah. Who else would it be?" Jungkook replied, frowning slightly.

“I don’t know, I…” Taehyung trailed off. “I just thought I broke it in my sleep or something. When did you even fix it without me noticing?”

"The day you fell asleep at your desk," Jungkook said, tightening his hold and pulling Taehyung a little closer. "I came to bring you tea and saw the keychain lying there, the chain detached from the little Kuromi that was hanging on it."

"And you fixed it?"

"Yeah. I know how much it means to you, and I wanted to do something that’d make you happy."

"Why do you do all of this?" Taehyung asked softly, searching for an answer in those big doe eyes, finally diving back into the real conversation.

"Because..." Jungkook’s mouth hung open for a second, and Taehyung, too lost in his eyes, didn’t even notice the light blush spreading on the younger’s cheeks. "Because I want to make things right between us."

Taehyung felt a stab of disappointment at that answer. He appreciated everything Jungkook had done, but the reason behind it wasn’t quite what he’d hoped. "Oh," he said simply, finally managing to tear his eyes away. "Well, if I’m sitting here with you right now, I guess it means I’ve kind of already forgiven you."

“So… we’re good!?” Jungkook perked up at that, suddenly excited. “We’re gonna go back to our good roommates vibe like before?”

“No” Taehyung sliced through his hopes immediately, and Jungkook froze.

“I told you it was impossible. It’s over.” Then he added in a whisper, “I can’t.”

Jungkook stared at him for a second before his expression shifted into a frown, a blend of confusion and determination clouding his face. “Don’t say it’s impossible when we haven’t even tried.”

Taehyung let out a dry chuckle at that. “Trust me, I know what I’m saying.”

“Then tell me what I’m supposed to do,” Jungkook said, moving even closer, if that was even possible. “There has to be something to fix this, something I can do,” he whined, almost ready to beg Taehyung not to shut him down like this.

But Taehyung shook his head with a sad smile. “There’s nothing to do. Or rather, nothing you can do—”

“I love you,” Jungkook suddenly blurted out.

Taehyung’s smile fell. His whole face went blank.

They were back to staring at each other, but now, one of them was looking with wide, sincere eyes full of hope, while the other stared in complete disbelief and confusion. A heavy silence followed. It was so tense that Jungkook actually started to wonder if Taehyung had even heard him.

He spoke again, carefully “Taehyung?”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” Taehyung growled under his breath, his face finally showing emotion again, but not the one Jungkook had hoped for. The air shifted sharply, tension tightening between them as Taehyung’s eyes darkened.

“Hyung, please,” Jungkook said quietly, “don’t fight me on this. I don’t want to argue with you right after saying the three clearest words I’ve ever said.”

Jungkook loves him?

No. That was impossible. How could he say that after everything they’d been through?

It felt too good to be true.

Taehyung’s mind began spiraling, pulling apart every theory about what Jungkook could possibly mean. His thoughts slowly grew heavier, messier. Jungkook said he wanted things to go back to how they were, but Taehyung wasn’t even sure what he meant by that anymore. Did he mean going back to being just good roommates? Or going back to casual hookups because he was craving something again?

What if he only said that to reassure Taehyung? Or worse—what if he said it out of pity, after finally realizing how Taehyung had felt all this time?

“Stop overthinking,” Jungkook broke through the train of thoughts spiraling in his head.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Hyung…” he whined softly.

Taehyung became aware again of just how tightly they were wrapped around each other, or more accurately, how tightly Jungkook was clinging to him, like letting go might make him vanish.

“You don’t love me.”

“I do.”

Taehyung bit his lip at the immediate, unwavering reply. And then he dared to whisper back, “Not like I do.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook breathed out, his voice dipping into a soft hush, “I love you even more than that.”

“Stop it,” Taehyung pleaded, jaw tightening as he turned his head away, “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Taehyung, look at me.”

He didn’t.

“Tae,” Jungkook said again, gently—lifting himself enough to be eye level with him. His arms weren’t as tight anymore, but they still lingered around his waist, holding on. “I love you.”

“Shut up.”

“Why is it so hard for you to believe that?”

Taehyung scoffed, his hands curling into fists. “Maybe because last time you spat in my face that I was just an experience to you.”

“I was stupid.”

“You still are.”

“I am,” Jungkook agreed immediately, letting his forehead drop against Taehyung’s shoulder. “Stupidly in love with you.”

Taehyung felt a heavy lump settle in his throat, making it impossible to respond. He was still just as lost about what Jungkook truly meant, even though he understood every single word he was saying. Somehow, Taehyung just couldn’t bring himself to grasp the truth of it.

That’s why Taehyung continued his endless resistance. “You can’t.”

And Jungkook kept fighting back. “I can. And I will.”

Taehyung finally turned his head toward him, his eyes locking with Jungkook’s—eyes that looked up at him with a kind of passionate fire burning in them, making it even harder for Taehyung’s brain to function properly.

“You know loving me isn’t just about sex.”

“I don’t care about the sex, hyung. I want you. Just you, that’s more than enough.”

Taehyung shook his head slowly. “How can I be sure you’re not just bullshitting me right now?”

“Give me a chance,” Jungkook said, voice steady but gentle, “and I’ll prove to you how serious I am.”

Taehyung exhaled sharply, “I hate you.”

Jungkook blinked in surprise.

He had nothing left to throw at him, every wall had been torn down, every excuse drained. And maybe that surrender showed on his face, because the boy in front of him beamed, a wide grin spreading across his face, nose scrunching up in that familiar way that made Taehyung’s heart twist painfully in his chest.

“And I still love you.” His face leaned in slowly, his eyes watching carefully for any sign that Taehyung might pull away, but Taehyung only stared. “Should’ve realized and told you this a long time ago.”

Their noses brushed as Jungkook gently leaned closer, eyes fluttering shut as he felt Taehyung’s breath against his skin. Every movement was slow, careful—giving Taehyung all the space in the world to back away if he wanted to.

But he didn’t.

He stayed right there.

“Say it again,” Taehyung whispered after a beat.

“I love you,” Jungkook answered immediately, already knowing exactly what he meant.

Taehyung’s lips were suddenly so close, the space between them shrinking even more as he leaned in. Jungkook could feel them barely brushing, so faint it made his breath hitch—but they weren’t quite touching yet.

“I love you too, bun,” Taehyung whispered.

Jungkook’s heart started racing like crazy, wide eyes staring up at him in shock. He was drowning in Taehyung’s hooded gaze, eyes filled with longing, but also desire. It was everything he had hoped to see: Taehyung close again, calling him by his nickname, both of them finally confessing.

And yet, it still felt surreal. Like a dream he had no right to hold.

He wanted to cry from sheer joy, but he was so overwhelmed that his body didn’t even know how to react. His eyes refused to tear up, too full of everything to function.

“I want to kiss you so bad,” he admitted in a small voice, unsure if he even had the right to say it.

Taehyung’s eyes darkened as he husked, “What the fuck are you waiting for, then?”

Jungkook let out a breathy chuckle, emotions dancing wildly inside him, making his head spin. He leaned in and finally erased the space between them, pressing their lips together. But before he could even savor the taste he had waited so long for—before he could deepen it—

A sudden loud bark shattered the silence right beside them.

They jumped apart immediately, their brief kiss breaking in an instant. The sound had startled Jungkook so badly that he let out a yelp and practically climbed into Taehyung’s lap, arms flinging tightly around his neck as he buried his face there for safety.

Without even thinking, Taehyung wrapped his arms securely around Jungkook’s waist, holding him tight against his chest in a protective reflex, eyes trying to scan the darkness to figure out what the hell had just scared the life out of them.

The dog barked again, this time even more aggressively, and Taehyung finally got a proper look at it. “Homophobic motherfucker. Get lost,” he muttered, glaring at the animal as it barked even more wildly in his direction.

He felt Jungkook giggle softly against the skin of his neck.

“Koko! Oh my god, here you are, baby!” a girl suddenly called out as she came running toward them. The dog instantly calmed down as it let itself be scooped off the ground into her arms. “You scared me,” she pouted, cradling the dog lovingly.

Yeah, well, not just you, Taehyung thought, watching the scene unfold in front of him.

Without another word, the girl turned on her heels and disappeared into the night, never once glancing in their direction, either not noticing their presence or just not giving a single fuck. Either way, one thing was certain: her damn dog had completely ruined their moment.

Taehyung sighed deeply and looked down at Jungkook, who was still clinging to him. But now, it felt less like fear and more like an excuse to stay close.

“Jungkook,” he called softly.

Jungkook hummed in response as his fingers slid into Taehyung’s hair, gently massaging his scalp. Taehyung melted into the touch, eyes fluttering shut. A low groan escaped his throat, his mind going completely blank, unable to think clearly anymore. And things only got worse when Jungkook lifted his head, bringing them back into eye contact again.

With a new burst of courage, Jungkook leaned in, aiming for the lips he had only tasted for a split second before… but right at that moment, Taehyung spoke up.

“Let’s go home before the next thing to crash our moment is a crow falling out of the sky.”

Jungkook froze.

“Oh… okay,” he mumbled, quietly pulling back without protest, finally climbing off Taehyung’s lap.

The older one stood up as well and picked up the hoodie that had slipped off their shoulders earlier. He turned around and draped it over Jungkook, then gently reached for his arms to help him through the sleeves. Jungkook let himself be guided in silence, watching the way Taehyung focused on the task, eyes lowered and hands steady.

Taehyung finished by zipping the hoodie up, then gave him a barely-there smile.

“Come on,” he said simply, turning to head toward where he had parked the car.

The road was silent, Taehyung driving calmly while Jungkook had his head resting against the window, his eyes sweeping across the nighttime horizon. Jungkook replayed everything that had happened in the park, trying to make sense of it all. He had told Taehyung he loved him. Taehyung had said it back. They had almost kissed—a real kiss, not just mouths meeting out of lust like before, but something filled with genuine emotion. And yet, despite all of it, fear still gnawed at him. That lingering feeling that it wasn’t real, that it was too good to be true.

What if Taehyung was doing all of this to get back at him? Pretending everything was fine just to slam him back down again? Maybe once they got home, he’d retreat into his room like always, shutting Jungkook out, avoiding him like the plague.

That question didn’t have to linger long.

Before he knew it, they were standing in front of their apartment door. Jungkook hadn’t even realized they’d arrived, too lost in his own thoughts.

Taehyung unlocked the door and pushed it open, letting Jungkook step in first. He crouched down to take off his shoes and heard the door close behind him.

“You hungry?” Jungkook tried, straightening up and heading for the kitchen without waiting for an answer, because he was hungry. “I can make us something if you—”

He felt Taehyung’s hand suddenly grab his waist and spin him around, pushing him against the counter with enough force to make him gasp at the sudden impact. His breath hitched as he found himself face-to-face with Taehyung’s dark, lust-filled eyes.

“Yeah, I’m hungry,” Taehyung rasped, voice low and heavy near his lips.

Jungkook’s knees nearly gave out right then and there. Of all the things he expected… this wasn’t one of them. His hand gripped the edge of the counter tightly as he stared back at him, completely speechless.

Taehyung didn’t wait another second, he dove straight into the crook of Jungkook’s neck and began placing soft kisses on his bare skin. Jungkook whimpered, eyes fluttering shut.

This is insane, he thought, letting Taehyung kiss him as much as he wanted. They had just made up. Jungkook had honestly believed Taehyung would take things slow, keep it innocent and soft, maybe build something gentle from here.

But that thought crumbled the moment those kisses turned into sucking. Taehyung’s mouth moved across his skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses along his neck, up to his jawline, only to pause and bite down gently on his earlobe. “Jungkook,” he growled low in his ear.

Jungkook moaned, barely holding himself upright.

“I’m starving,” Taehyung repeated, his voice rough and breathy, punctuating the words by pressing his hips forward, grinding against him. Jungkook let out another moan, louder this time, his hands tightening against the counter behind him.

“T-Then let me m-make you something,” he whispered, barely trusting his own voice. He knew they weren’t talking about the same kind of hunger. And still, he understood exactly what Taehyung meant.

Taehyung let out a low, amused chuckle before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“You’re already serving it, bun.”

Chapter Text

Chapter Six

You’re already serving it, bun.

Jungkook stared back, caught in Taehyung’s gaze. The words kept echoing in his mind, heating him up and making it impossible to ignore how badly he wanted him.

He still hadn’t fully wrapped his head around the fact that they were finally… well, together.

That after everything, after all the denial and fear, they’d somehow made it here. Now, if nothing got in the way, they could finally give each other the kind of love they’d both kept buried for too long. They could do all the things couples do, he thought, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

Things he used to pretend he didn’t want.

But the smile vanished as soon as he looked up, and was hit by the sight of Taehyung, standing in front of him, staring like he was seconds away from devouring him whole.

And Jungkook, still not ready to face the intensity of Taehyung’s desire, suddenly felt shy. He looked away, voice a little shaky as he said, “Taehyung… let me just get dinner ready for us.”

He caught Taehyung rolling his eyes in the corner of his vision before strong fingers caught his chin, tilting it back toward him. Gentle, but firm. Just enough to lift his face and make him look.

“Stop acting stupid. Or do I need to spell out exactly what I want to eat right now?” Taehyung said lowly, one brow raised as his lips hovered achingly close.

Jungkook let out a nervous laugh, shaking his head. His hand landed on Taehyung’s arm without thinking, hard muscle tensed beneath his touch, and it made his breath catch. He pulled back quickly, like even that small contact might make him lose control.

His heart thundered in his chest, thoughts spiraling, but he had to say it. “Tae, I meant it at the park, when I said that—hmpf—”

His words were swallowed whole by Taehyung’s impatience, their mouths meeting in a kiss that was somehow both soft and loaded with promise. Their lips moved in sync, unhurried and sure, as if now they had all the time in the world to savor each shared breath.

Jungkook let out a soft whine as goosebumps spread across his skin, ignited by the way Taehyung’s hands gripped his waist. One of those hands slid down, tapping gently at the side of his thigh in a silent command.

Without a single word exchanged, Jungkook’s legs parted instinctively, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. He was inviting Taehyung in, and the latter accepted without hesitation, a cocky smile curling on his lips as he sighed into their still-burning kiss.

Once comfortably nestled between Jungkook’s thighs, Taehyung rolled his hips forward, slow and deliberate, just enough for the younger to feel the full weight of his arousal, showing him just how ready he was to give him everything.

Jungkook’s breath hitched, his hands clutching at Taehyung’s shoulders. His bottom lip was claimed next, caught between Taehyung’s teeth in a soft bite that pulled another moan from his throat

“What’s holding you back, bun?” Taehyung whispered, lips brushing along his neck, worshipping the soft skin there. “I thought you loved me more than I loved you. So why are you still running from me?”

Jungkook bit down on his lip, eyes fluttering shut as he tried to focus on the questions. But every kiss, every gentle pinch at his waist was like another shot of something intoxicating, dulling his thoughts until all that was left in his mind was Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung.

He wanted him—so badly.

But the very thing holding him back were the words he’d said back at the park. He didn’t want to ruin everything they’d just begun to rebuild by giving in too quickly. He didn’t want this to turn into just another heated moment, where lust blurred the lines of love.

He’d promised Taehyung he would be serious this time. That he’d prove his love wasn’t just about skin, sweat and sex, but about everything. About him.

Even though giving in felt like the most natural and dangerously tempting thing right now, like his entire body was carved for Taehyung’s touch, sculpted for this exact moment. He still couldn’t let himself be so easily seduced.

Not yet.

“Taehyung…” Jungkook called softly, his voice barely more than a breath.

“Mmh?” Taehyung hummed lowly, fingers trailing down Jungkook’s side before delivering another teasing pinch to his narrow waist.

Whatever Jungkook had meant to say evaporated on his tongue.

His mind was overflowing with thoughts, with reasons and promises, everything he wanted to explain to Taehyung about how he wanted things to be between them now. He had words, so many of them.

But none made it out.

His damn mouth just hung open, lips parted stupidly with nothing to give.

Taehyung stared at him quietly for a moment, a slight furrow forming between his brows when no answer came. But then, he caught the faint blush rising on Jungkook’s cheeks, the soft flush of red painting his skin in that helplessly adorable way—and couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh.

“No need for words, baby,” he murmured with a grin. “Hyung’s gonna take care of everything.”

And with that promise, he leaned into the curve of Jungkook’s neck, his kiss turning into a possessive claim.

He captured the tender flesh with parted lips, then sank his teeth in with a craving he hadn’t let himself feel in ages. It was deep enough to rip a gasp from Jungkook, whose hips twitched beneath him. A moan low followed, as Jungkook wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him closer, desperate to melt into him completely.

Taehyung’s tongue soothed over each spot he marked, licking, biting, until a red hickey bloomed against Jungkook’s skin. He pressed a soft kiss over it before grinning against his neck and moving to another untouched patch.

Jungkook let his head fall back, surrendering completely as he gave Taehyung all the access he wanted. His fingers slid into Taehyung’s hair, gently massaging the roots—something he knew always made him melt.

True to form, a deep groan vibrated in Taehyung’s chest. His lips curved into a dark smirk. “I’m going to devour every fucking inch of you.”

Jungkook bit down on his lower lip to stifle a whimper. 'T-Tae… wait,' he breathed—words barely formed, already dissolving under the feeling of Taehyung’s hands sliding lower to grab a firm hold of his ass and squeeze hard.

A gasp escaped Jungkook as his back arched into the touch, pressing their hips together. Their half-hard cocks ground against one another, the friction jolting through them like electricity.

“Fuck,” Taehyung moaned, completely lost in the moment. He rolled his hips again, and again—each motion grinding their growing erections together, harder, deeper, more desperate. His hands never stopped, kneading and gripping Jungkook’s ass with just the right amount of pressure.

I missed you so much, bun,” he murmured, voice thick with longing. He leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Jungkook’s lips, then pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes—the weight of everything he couldn’t say shining through his gaze.

Jungkook felt a rush of butterflies explode in his stomach, catching him completely off guard. His heart was pounding, not just from the heat but from the raw tenderness of it all. He loved Taehyung so much he was ready to give him everything, feeling any urge to resist slowly fade to a quiet murmur in the back of his mind.

“I… I missed you too, hyung,” he whispered, before kissing him back, a little more confidently.

They stared at each other in silence for a second, completely lost in the depth of the other’s gaze, passion swirling between them like a silent storm. Until they both burst into laughter.

Their giggles echoed through the kitchen, filling the space with something light and warm.

Taehyung couldn’t help admiring the sight of Jungkook laughing like that, his front teeth showing in the cutest way, making his heart ache painfully at how adorable he looked. He felt so full of love he didn’t even know what to do with it all.

Another soft laugh escaped him as he pulled the younger in tighter, arms wrapping firmly around his waist until their bodies were pressed flush, chest to chest, hearts almost beating in sync as they continued laughing quietly together.

But the laughter slowly faded, melted into something heavier, softer moans started replacing the giggles when Taehyung began to rut his hips again, rolling them with purpose. They were both fully hard now, and the outlines of their cocks pressing against the thin layers of fabric that still separated them was maddening.

“I want you,” Taehyung rasped as he tugged down the collar of Jungkook’s sweater, latching his mouth onto his collarbone. He sucked hard, growling against his skin as the sixth hickey bloomed under his lips like a mark of possession.

Jungkook’s mouth fell open from the sheer sensation alone, his body already spiraling into pleasure, even though Taehyung hadn’t done anything yet. He wanted to speak again, to try and ask Taehyung to slow down, to say what he’d been thinking about pacing things… but his mind went blank the second Taehyung grabbed him and lifted him onto the kitchen counter with a firm shove.

“Hyung—” he gasped, startled.

“I want you so fucking bad, bun. Don’t even think about stopping me with questions or excuses.” Taehyung muttered urgently, his voice thick with desire as his fingers fumbled with the drawstring of Jungkook’s sweatpants, the same damn drawstring Jungkook had twisted into a knot while they sat talking in the park.

Before Jungkook could speak, Taehyung’s mouth was on his again, lips claiming his with almost frantic need. His tongue pushed inside without hesitation, licking deep, tasting every inch as if he were starved.

Jungkook moaned into the kiss, arms and legs wrapping tightly around Taehyung to drag him closer.

Every move Taehyung made was laced with urgency—his hands yanking at the laces like he couldn’t get them off fast enough, his mouth devouring Jungkook with messy, relentless kisses, tongue thrusting and pressing with unrestrained desperation. They were panting into each other’s mouths now, saliva dripping from the corners of their lips from the sheer mess of it all.

The kiss stretched on, and on, until it became too long

“Fuck—why did you…” Taehyung growled as he finally pulled away, frustration flashing across his face when he looked down, only to see the knot was even worse than before.

You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered through clenched teeth, eyes fixed on the now thoroughly tangled mess. Instead of loosening, he’d made it worse—had yanked the wrong string and twisted the whole thing into an even more stubborn knot.

He exhaled sharply through his nose, clearly on the edge of losing his patience, then reached back down to try again. But even with his long, slender fingers, the knot refused to budge. He managed to catch a loop with his nail—only for it to snap right back the moment he let go.

Jungkook glanced down, silent, watching Taehyung fumble with increasing frustration. He bit the inside of his cheek, struggling not to laugh.

Then a low, breathy chuckle cracked through the tension. Jungkook’s eyes snapped up, meeting Taehyung’s narrowed stare.

“You just had to tie these damn strings,” he muttered.

Jungkook shrugged, feigning innocence. “How was I supposed to know you'd be so desperate tonight?”

Taehyung just rolled his eyes before grabbing the drawstring and yanking it hard, causing Jungkook to jolt forward by the waistband of his sweatpants.

Jungkook yelped, catching the edge of the counter just in time to keep from sliding off completely.

“Stop! Tugging on it like that isn’t going to undo the knot!” he snapped, wide-eyed.

“Then how the fuck—” Taehyung growled, tugging again with more force. Jungkook slid even closer to the edge, his ass now barely hanging on.

“Taehyung!”

“You know what? You’re right,” Taehyung said suddenly, lifting one hand in surrender before reaching out with the other and pulling open one of the kitchen drawers. “There’s no point pulling,” he mumbled.

Jungkook frowned, confused, until his eyes went wide in absolute horror as Taehyung pulled out a large kitchen knife. The blade caught the light just right, glinting like something out of a nightmare, and before Jungkook could even process it, it was way too close to his crotch.

“Taehyung!” Jungkook shrieked, grabbing his wrist instantly. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“I’m just gonna cut these damn pants that are in my way,” Taehyung growled, voice dead serious.

“You’re not ripping shit! Get that knife away from me!”

“Don’t be dramatic, just let me—” he said, trying to pull his arm free from Jungkook’s iron grip. But Jungkook didn’t let go, holding on like his life depended on it—which, honestly, it kind of did.

Their arms tangled in a chaotic push and pull, twisting and jerking against each other with desperate energy.

“Jungkook, let go,” Taehyung muttered.

“No?! You’re gonna stab me with that thing!”

“I’m not! Just stay calm—”

“are you fucking insane?!” Jungkook said, utterly in disbelief. How the hell was this man expecting him to stay calm when a kitchen knife was an inch away from his dick?

He realized reasoning with him was pointless. It was either kick him in the balls or his balls were going to end up on the chopping board.

He lifted one leg, about to go for it, but Taehyung gained the upper hand. His arm flexed with strength, managing to push just far enough for the knife to sneak between the knot.

The tip hooked into the tangled fabric.

Jungkook gasped loudly, sweat breaking out on his skin, his eyes flying up to meet Taehyung’s face, only to find him smiling. A wide, unhinged smile that made him look dangerously close to a psychopath.

“Got it. Don’t. Move,” Taehyung warned, completely focused on the blade.

“No!” Jungkook cried, alarm shooting through him. But Taehyung wasn’t listening anymore, his entire focus was on the knife and the knot. Panic surged.

“I’ll do it! Taehyung, please don’t! I’ll undo the damn knot myself!”

That finally got his attention. Taehyung looked up, raising a brow. His expression was unreadable, almost bored.

Jungkook nearly slapped him.

“I’ll do it,” he repeated, his tone more serious.

Taehyung sighed, but finally—finally—placed the knife down on the counter, keeping it at a safe enough distance. He stepped closer, gripping the edge of the counter as his eyes locked on Jungkook.

“Make it fast,” he said in a low voice, dark eyes never leaving him.

“Yeah…” Jungkook murmured softly, eyes flicking down as he took the knot in his fingers and quickly tried to assess the mess. It was a disaster—twisted loops, pulled tight from all the struggling. But he tried anyway, slipping his fingers in and plucking at the loop to pull it loose.

Taehyung tapped a finger impatiently against the countertop, watching him in complete silence. His face was calm, annoyingly so, while Jungkook kept pulling gently, switching angles, occasionally sighing softly through his nose in growing frustration.

“I’m losing patience,” Taehyung warned after a moment.

“I’m almost there,” Jungkook replied quickly, but they both knew he was lying. The knot hadn’t budged. Not one thread had loosened. If anything, it only looked tighter.

“hurry up,” Taehyung rasped.

“Wait,” Jungkook snapped back, biting his lip.

“I’ll get the knife again.”

“For fuck’s sake, be patient for five minutes,” Jungkook hissed, yanking harder now in pure frustration, even though it wasn’t helping.

With a huff, Taehyung’s hand suddenly grabbed Jungkook’s thigh, making him jolt. His palm started gliding slowly, dragging from the top of his thigh all the way down to just above his knee. He paused halfway, fingers digging in just enough to pinch the muscle, pulling a small, breathy whine from Jungkook’s lips.

“Hyung—” Jungkook mumbled, body twitching at the contact.

Taehyung didn’t answer. He leaned in instead, his lips brushing lazily across Jungkook’s jawline before ghosting lower toward his chin. He placed a soft kiss right on the mole beneath Jungkook’s bottom lip, his breath warm against the flushed skin.

“Jungkook…” he whispered, his voice deeper now, as he felt the younger’s breathing grow heavier against his cheek. “Bun,” he murmured again, softer, right beside his ear this time.

“P-please… just wait,” Jungkook stammered, his eyes stared helplessly at his own fingers like they were no longer listening to his brain.

Taehyung hummed lowly in response, his mouth trailing down to Jungkook’s neck, where he nipped at a spot already darkened by earlier kisses. He licked the salt from skin flushed with tension, then rested his forehead against Jungkook’s shoulder, eyes following the younger’s trembling fingers as they still fumbled with the knot.

A quiet heat simmered between them, thickening the air with restless need. Amusement tugged at the corner of Taehyung’s lips as he watched Jungkook struggle, completely unbothered.

But that smile faded the moment his eyes landed on the firm outline of Jungkook’s cock pressing against his sweats—thick and undeniable beneath the layers of fabric, when the only place it belonged was inside Taehyung’s mouth.

The thought alone made his breath hitch, any trace of rationality dissolving as hunger took over. His eyes lifted, scanning Jungkook with unrelenting need for what felt like the hundredth time.

“One minute,” Jungkook muttered without looking up, his Adam’s apple bobbing hard as he swallowed.

Taehyung scoffed. “You sure seem to have a lot of fucking time for someone with a cock that tense. Looks ready to snap.”

Jungkook didn’t answer. He was too focused, finally feeling the knot loosen beneath his fingers. Maybe he was getting somewhere. Maybe he could actually—

He froze.

A single finger pressed firmly against the center of his swollen length, halting every movement. His breath caught in his throat as his head slowly tilted up to meet Taehyung’s indifferent, piercing gaze. An eyebrow lifted just slightly, but the challenge in his eyes was unmistakable.

“W-Wait, I’m almost done—” Jungkook gasped mid-sentence when the finger was replaced with Taehyung’s entire hand, wrapping around him with a pressure that was too tender to be gentle.

“T-Tae!”

“I’m fucking done waiting,” Taehyung growled, hand tightening just enough to make Jungkook shudder. “I told you to hurry.”

“and i told you I was almost—fuck,” Jungkook choked as Taehyung’s grip flexed again, pleasure crashing through him so suddenly and so violently it made his vision blur

“T-Tae, wait… please, I’m gonna—I…” Jungkook whimpered, the words tumbling out in a shaky breath.

Taehyung didn’t answer. He simply started stroking him—slow, deliberate motions with his cock still trapped in his palm, heat seeping through the fabric as he moved. All the while, his eyes never left Jungkook’s face, locked onto every reaction with dark intensity.

Jungkook’s head fell back against the wall cabinet with a dull thud, his eyes rolling back as a choked moan escaped him. “F-Fuck—Taehyung, don’t—”

“Why not?” Taehyung said calmly as if the answer wasn’t already written across every inch of Jungkook’s trembling body.

“I’m gonna cum if you keep going,” Jungkook breathed out, his voice shaky. One hand pressed flat against Taehyung’s chest, resting right over his pec, as if trying to steady himself against the rush of pleasure building inside him, ready to break free.

Taehyung chuckled under his breath, amused by how wrecked he already was. Then he grabbed Jungkook’s wrist, and pinned it up over his head against the cabinet.

His breath hovered over Jungkook’s lips, as he whispered “and why wouldn’t you want to?”

“Not—not like this,” Jungkook whimpered.

“Oh…” Taehyung said slowly, feigning realization. “You don’t want to cum in your pants?”

Jungkook shook his head immediately, those big pleading eyes looking up at him, full of desperation as he tried to fight the pleasure still bubbling violently just beneath the surface.

“You don’t want to come without actually feeling me, do you?” Taehyung murmured, voice curling at the edges. “My bare hands on your cock, warm and tight around you. Isn’t that what you’ve been waiting for?”

As he spoke, his fingers slid up to the sensitive head of Jungkook’s cock, rubbing through the fabric. He toyed with the swollen tip, rolling it slowly beneath the stretched cotton, pushing forward and back, playing with it like he had all the time in the world.

Jungkook let out a loud moan, his free hand gripping the edge of the counter so tightly his knuckles turned white. His hips jerked upward instinctively, desperate for more friction. “Yes—y-yes, yes, Taehyung, please!”

Taehyung smirked, his other hand sliding to Jungkook’s inner thigh, pressing firmly to spread his legs wider against the counter. Then he wrapped his hand around Jungkook’s shaft again, squeezing without moving—making the pressure maddening. Jungkook’s eyes fluttered shut as a needy whine escaped him.

“I don’t know…” Taehyung said lazily “You seemed pretty relaxed just a minute ago, so I figured you didn’t mind cumming like that.”

“Asshole—y-you know damn well I don’t—” Jungkook’s words caught in his throat when the grip around his pinned wrist tightened, pressing his hand harder against the cabinet wood above his head.

“Watch that mouth, bun,” Taehyung growled, voice sharp. The dark glare he shot Jungkook sent a cold shiver racing down his spine. “You already had the audacity to edge me like crazy because of your stupid fucking sweatpants. Don’t you dare start acting like a brat on top of that, unless you want me to make sure you can’t walk straight for days.”

Jungkook stared at him in silence, his mind slipping back to that night at Hoseok’s party, when Taehyung had put him firmly in his place.

He wasn’t gonna lie.

He wouldn’t mind going through it all over again.

It was fucking exciting.

Unfortunately for him, Jungkook’s body betrayed him before he could say anything, his cock gave a hard throb of anticipation, and Taehyung’s eyes immediately snapped down, catching it.

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment just as he heard the sharp whistle that left Taehyung’s mouth.

“Look at you,” he murmured, fascinated, before pinching the sensitive tip of his cock right through the soaked fabric. Jungkook shuddered as another slick bead of precum leaked out, darkening the wet patch on his sweatpants even more.

“You’re so fucking wet.”

Jungkook gulped, still not daring to open his eyes, unable to face the look Taehyung was no doubt giving him.

“Maybe,” Taehyung drawled, “it wouldn’t be so bad to watch you cum like this, to make an even bigger mess of your briefs.”

“N-No, please—not like this, Tae—nghn” Jungkook’s back arched off the counter when Taehyung’s hand tightened around him again, wringing another breathless whimper from his lips. “P-Please… please…”

He felt completely trapped. Though only one hand was pinned, the rest of his body was frozen, his mind hazy and overloaded with pleasure. He couldn’t even lift his free arm.

“What are you gonna do, bun?” Taehyung asked lowly

“I’ll undo the knot,” Jungkook breathed, forcing his half-lidded eyes open. “Please—just give me five more minutes.”

Taehyung stared at him for a long, unreadable moment before finally releasing his wrist. Jungkook’s arm dropped limply to his side, almost numb from the strain.

Taehyung leaned in, closing the space between them as he held Jungkook’s gaze. “You’ve got two,” he whispered, voice brushing softly over Jungkook’s lips.

Then, without another word, he leaned in and kissed him, slow and deep, a kiss that melted everything else away. Jungkook was just starting to sink into it, to forget the world entirely when Taehyung suddenly pulled back, leaving the warmth of his lips behind like a ghost.

Jungkook’s fingers returned to the knot with renewed urgency, picking up where they’d left off. This time it felt different, the fabric was finally starting to give, loosening just enough to promise surrender.

He had to be quick. He needed to be. If Taehyung kept teasing him, he really would end up cumming in his pants like some desperate mess, something he refused to let happen.

But he barely got a few seconds in before Taehyung’s hand was back on him, this time sliding lower.

Jungkook gasped, biting down hard on his lip to hold back the whine threatening to escape when Taehyung’s palm cupped him fully, pressing right against his balls. His wide eyes darted up to Taehyung’s face, pure confusion written across them.

“I never said I’d leave you alone for a full two minutes,” Taehyung said with a wickedly innocent smile.

Jungkook opened his mouth to protest, but the words never made it out. Taehyung’s hand had already moved, massaging him with slow, deliberate pressure—his fingers kneading the soft outline of his balls through the fabric like he was touching something delicate.

Jungkook’s voice gave out entirely, replaced by a soft, wrecked sound that didn’t sound like protest at all.

“Go on, then,” Taehyung urged, raising a brow as his thumb traced a lazy, burning pattern. And then pressing down. Right between the swollen weight of Jungkook’s balls and the base of his cock.

“F-Fuck—stop, s-stop this,” Jungkook whimpered, his voice ragged. “I can’t keep going if you touch me like that—”

“No?” Taehyung said casually, right before wrapping his hand around his balls and giving a firm tug. Not enough to hurt, but enough to feel—enough to draw a cry out of Jungkook as his leg kicked out in a helpless reflex.

“Taehyung!” he groaned.

“Get to work, bun,” Taehyung said, giving a purposeful tug again. Jungkook’s back arched off the counter with a loud, unrestrained moan, his body trembling as the rush of pleasure slammed through him. His breath hitched in a broken sound, caught between shock and need. Every nerve lit up like fire, and he could feel himself teetering on the edge. His underwear was soaked by now—sticky and clinging to him with every twitch and pulse of his cock.

“Better hurry, bun, or hyung’s gonna make you cum in the next few seconds,” he sing-songed, tapping two fingers lightly over the bulge in Jungkook’s pants, clearly amused by how violently he twitched at just that.

Jungkook’s thighs were trembling uncontrollably now, the teasing far past the point of unbearable. He felt like he was going to cry, the pleasure was too much, coiling violently in his gut like it was about to detonate. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. Not a word. Just empty, choked breath.

Fuck. No way was he going to come like this. That would be ridiculous. And worse, it would mean letting Taehyung win at his stupid game. So with a soft whimper, he bit down on his tongue, forcing himself to focus his eyes on his crotch again. His trembling fingers gripped the lace.

“That’s it,” Taehyung rasped, voice thick with pride, his hand moving in slow, torturous circles.

Jungkook couldn’t stop whining, hips twitching every few seconds as he fumbled with the drawstring, while Taehyung watched him calmly, still squeezing his balls like they were his own personal stress toy.

At last, Jungkook pulled the right end of the lace—the knot slipped free under his fingers. He let out a shaky breath, eyes wide as the tangled mess finally unraveled. He barely believed he’d actually done it.

Even Taehyung stilled, staring with parted lips and bright eyes that almost seemed to shine at the sight of the last barrier finally gone—the only thing that had stood between him and his meal.

He blinked once. Then again.

And then, something inside him snapped. “Good,” he growled, voice thick with hunger. “Off. Now. Take them off.”

But Taehyung wasn’t about to wait for Jungkook to do it himself. His hands were already on Jungkook’s waistband, fingers digging in with firm intent.

Jungkook barely had a second to breathe. He gripped the counter’s edge like a lifeline, knuckles whitening just as Taehyung gave a brutal yank, dragging him forward with the force.

Three rough tugs and a few seconds later, Jungkook’s sweatpants and underwear were gone. His cock sprang free—throbbing and flushed. A bead of precum gathered at the tip, then slipped down, slowly, tracing the curve of his shaft and smearing across his inner thigh.

Taehyung licked his lips, eyes devouring the sight without an ounce of shame. The intensity of his gaze made Jungkook twitch with self-consciousness, his fingers twitching like he wanted to cover himself.

But before he could even think about it, Taehyung grabbed the hem of his hoodie and smoothly pulled it over his head, stripping him fully as he tossed it down to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

“So fucking beautiful,” he growled, letting his palm slide up Jungkook’s bare torso. He dragged it from the tight lines of his abs to his chest, where he pinched a soft handful of flesh hard enough to make Jungkook moan at the sharp stimulation.

“Taehyung… I’m not gonna last,” Jungkook warned, his voice shaking

The elder didn’t wait another second. He dropped to his knees and yanked Jungkook closer to the edge of the counter by his thighs, grabbing his cock without hesitation. The sudden contact made Jungkook hiss, whispering a shaky, “s-sensitive…”

“Exactly how I like it,” Taehyung noted, pressing a soft kiss to the rosy head before circling it with his tongue. Jungkook reacted instantly, his entire body jolting and squirming as if even the lightest touch was too much, like he couldn’t decide whether to lean in or pull away.

Taehyung looked up at him, hand still wrapped firmly around him. “Is this what you want?” he asked, punctuating the question with a firm stroke that made Jungkook whimper.

“Yes,” Jungkook gasped, breathlessly.

“You sure?” Taehyung’s voice dropped lower. “Because once I’ve got you in my mouth, I’m not stopping until you cum down my throat.”

Jungkook gulped, wide doe eyes locking onto Taehyung for a long second before he nodded, sure and steady. He knew he hadn’t come yet, but he was already so damn sensitive. And with how good Taehyung was, he knew the next few minutes were going to be absolutely overwhelming.

Taehyung grinned, eyes full of mischief.

“Alright. Stay still bun, and let me see you fall apart for me,” he murmured, letting a thick string of spit fall from his lips and land right on Jungkook’s cock, slicking it even more than it already was.

The words echoed in Jungkook’s head, and he nearly let out a breathy laugh, because they both knew damn well that was impossible.

Taehyung’s mouth wrapped around him a second later, sinking down without hesitation. He took almost the entire length into his mouth, swallowing him in one fluid motion. Jungkook’s mouth fell open in surprise at the sudden heat, making his spine jolt and his hips twitch forward, pushing himself deeper without meaning to.

Taehyung gagged at the sudden push but didn’t pull away. He held him firmly, lips sealed tight around the base, breathing steady through his nose as his hands gripped Jungkook’s hips without letting go.

Then he slowly pulled back, before flattening his tongue against the underside of Jungkook’s cock. He dragged it up in one long stroke, stopping at the frenulum to press firmly, just enough to rip a choked scream from Jungkook’s throat.

His whole body spasmed, nerves fraying under the surge of overstimulation. He tried to pull back, breath hitching from the overwhelm, but Taehyung just tightened his grip, refusing to let him escape even a second of it.

His pace shifted. His tongue moved with ruthless precision, zeroing in on every sensitive spot, drawing out shudders and broken pleas from Jungkook’s lips.

Jungkook breathed hard, chest rising rapidly, eyes rolling back until all he could see were stars behind his eyelids. They danced in his vision as he blinked dazedly at the ceiling, his voice breaking into a long, desperate moan when Taehyung hollowed his cheeks, tightening around him even more.

“N-No,” Jungkook whimpered, his voice cracking as the pleasure became too much. His body trembled. “Enough, Taehyung… this is—it’s too good, Tae… please, enough,” he pleaded weakly, chest heaving.

But Taehyung only growled in response. The vibrations sent another sharp pulse through Jungkook’s leaking cock, making his stomach twist and tighten with pressure. Tears welled in his eyes, the knot in his gut winding tighter and tighter, he was so fucking close.

And it was like Taehyung knew.

Because without hesitation, his head began to bob faster, sloppier, taking him in even deeper with each thrust. Sucking, swirling, devouring.

Jungkook bit down hard on his tongue, eyes squeezed shut before daring to peek—and was immediately met with the sinful sight of Taehyung nestled between his thick, pale thighs. His hair was tousled, mouth full, utterly obscene.

The sight made Jungkook shiver, hips twitching involuntarily.

He swallowed hard, then slowly closed his legs around Taehyung’s head, pulling him tighter, desperate for more. As his thigh pressed down, his ankle tangled behind Taehyung’s back, locking him in closer while he melted against the warmth.

“f-fuck” he whimpered at the sight of his cock throbbing on Taehyung’s tongue, another thick pulse of precum spilling out. Taehyung swallowed it immediately and then looked up through his lashes, locking eyes with Jungkook through hooded lids.

He pulled back with a slick, wet pop, lips swollen and glistening, a cocky smirk curling as he dragged his tongue over the corner of his mouth.

“Like what you see?” he teased, eyes dark

“Yes,” Jungkook replied instantly

“Yeah?” Taehyung echoed, tongue slipping out as he dragged it slowly from the base of Jungkook’s cock to the tip, never breaking eye contact. The air between them was thick, heavy with lust and heat, every second stretching like it might snap.

Taehyung’s mouth descended again onto Jungkook’s flushed red cock, now soaked in spit and dripping precum. Jungkook let out a broken sob, hands flying into Taehyung’s soft hair, fingers tangling desperately in the silky strands like they were his only anchor.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Taehyung,” he gasped, voice raw as his head lolled from side to side, his neck too weak to hold him steady under the weight of overwhelming pleasure.

“Tae… it’s— it’s too much, I’m gonna— I… T-Tae…” His voice cracked into a strangled moan, words completely falling apart.

Taehyung’s hands clamped tightly around his thighs, squeezing hard as he forced them wider. Every bob of his head was deliberate, taking Jungkook deeper each time—like he was carefully timing the exact moment the younger man would break.

The slick, obscene sounds of Taehyung’s mouth working around him filled the kitchen, echoing between them, mingling with Jungkook’s ragged breaths and helpless moans. His body writhed under the unyielding grip, hips twitching involuntarily with every stroke of Taehyung’s throat.

Until Jungkook suddenly gasped, panic lacing his voice. “W-Wait, Taehyung… hyung, stop—” he whispered, dazed, glancing down in alarm.

But Taehyung didn’t stop. He kept going, like he hadn’t heard a thing, the plea only stoking the hunger burning in him. His pace quickened, jaw relaxing as he swallowed deeper, throat clenching tight around the pulsing length like a vice.

“F-Fuck—hyung, wa—” Jungkook gasped, his words cutting off as his eyes rolled back, lips parting into a broken whine.

He was going to cum.

He didn’t want to, not yet. But god it felt so good.

His grip in Taehyung’s hair tightened, fingers curling fiercely as he instinctively shoved him deeper, forcing more of his cock into Taehyung’s throat. But the moment a sharp spike of sensitivity hit him, making his whole body jolt, he tried desperately to yank Taehyung’s head back.

It was like pulling on strings meant to control a puppet, except Taehyung wasn’t some puppet he could command.

The older man only growled around his cock, the deep, feral vibration ripping through Jungkook’s spine as he pushed forward and swallowed even more.

Jungkook moaned sharply, voice cracking with panic and raw need as he squirmed and kept trying to push him away.

“Hyung fuck—please, stop, I-I can’t—I’m gonna—ahh, it’s too much!” he sobbed, thighs trembling violently under Taehyung’s relentless mouth.

But Taehyung was past listening.

He caught Jungkook’s wrists in a bruising grip, squeezing hard enough to break his hold on his hair. Once Jungkook’s hands fell away, Taehyung slammed them flat against the counter on either side of his body, pinning him completely and caging him like helpless prey.

He didn’t bother giving him another chance to protest before lowering his mouth again, hell-bent on taking everything Jungkook had to give.

Jungkook swore his soul was about to leave his body.

The pleasure felt unreal, too much to contain and it tore through him in waves as the loudest moan he’d ever let out exploded from his throat, his voice breaking as he screamed Taehyung’s name.

Fresh tears blurred his vision, breath coming in ragged, helpless gasps as he struggled against the iron grip holding him down. His hands strained beneath Taehyung’s, his cock twitching violently inside that merciless mouth, lips swollen and wet around him.

“Taehyung—p-p-please, please-nghn. Fuck” Jungkook sobbed, tears now slipping freely down his flushed cheeks.

His arms flexed hard, muscles trembling as he tried again to tear his hands free—desperate to shove Taehyung away, to escape the relentless overstimulation. But Taehyung barely budged, his grip unyielding, as if Jungkook’s resistance was nothing more than a tremor beneath his fingers. He was stronger—had always been—and no amount of squirming or pleading would change the fact that he could keep Jungkook pinned, helpless and breathless beneath him.

“Fucking stop fighting and cum already,” Taehyung growled, the cold command slicing through the air like a whip, before diving right back down without mercy.

And something snapped inside Jungkook.

Because the very second those words hit him, he came hard, his hips jerking uncontrollably, rolling forward as his orgasm ripped through him like a lightning strike. He sobbed, tears slipping down his cheeks as his cock pulsed violently, shooting thick ropes of cum into Taehyung’s hot, waiting mouth.

Taehyung hummed around him in satisfaction, lips sealed tight as he kept bobbing his head, swallowing everything. Every single drop.

Finally, Taehyung drew back with a slow, wet drag, a strand of spit clinging between his lips and Jungkook’s flushed cock before it snapped. He licked his mouth lazily, savoring the taste, then wiped the slick from his chin with the back of his arm. Rising to his feet, a quiet wince tugging at his features as the dull ache in his knees reminded him just how long he’d been down there.

But all of that was quickly forgotten the moment he got blessed with the sight of Jungkook completely wrecked—making Taehyung smile in proud satisfaction at being the one to do this, the one lucky enough to witness it.

Jungkook lay sprawled across the counter, legs trembling and dangling weakly off the edge. His chest heaved in sharp, uneven breaths like he’d just finished a marathon. Taehyung’s eyes roamed down to the twitching length between Jungkook’s thighs, still leaking the last remnants of his orgasm, a slick trail glistening across his abs.

His gaze drifted higher, finally locking with Jungkook’s dazed, glassy eyes.

He looked utterly ruined.

Taehyung’s hand crept dangerously close to Jungkook’s cock—but Jungkook slapped it away with a sharp, trembling motion, shooting him a glare that burned through the tears still wet on his cheeks.

Taehyung blinked, clearly not expecting that. One brow arched in silent question.

“D-Don’t touch me,” Jungkook whispered.

That only earned him a sly, amused smirk. “That’s how you thank me, bun?” Taehyung said, mock hurt coating every word like syrup.

“Thank you, my ass,” Jungkook scoffed, though his tone was shaky. “You made me come once, that’s all you’re getting tonight. I’m not orgasming more than once.”

Taehyung leaned in until his breath ghosted over Jungkook’s face, so close they could almost share a breath. “You really think saying that’s going to stop me?”

“I won’t let you,” Jungkook shot back, though his voice lacked the certainty his words demanded.

That made Taehyung laugh, a low, humorless sound that sent shivers down Jungkook’s spine. There was no amusement in it; it was laced with something darker. And suddenly, all the confidence Jungkook had felt a second ago started crumbling.

The look in Taehyung’s eyes pierced through him like a blade, making him feel like prey with nowhere left to run.

“And who exactly,” Taehyung murmured, voice like a growl, “do you think you are to tell me what I can or can’t do?”

Jungkook swallowed hard, a thick lump of nerves forming in his throat as he looked up “wha—”

“Who the fuck,” Taehyung cut him off with another low snarl, his hand sliding under Jungkook’s thigh before suddenly pushing it upward, forcing his leg to press against his chest, exposing him even more than before, “do you think you are, Jungkook?”

“T-Taehyung,” he breathed, eyes wide with something that straddled the line between fear and arousal. But a gasp tore from his lips when the hand gripping his thigh tightened, squeezing his flesh with a firm, possessive hold that made his muscles twitch beneath it.

“Eyes up, bun,” Taehyung ordered lowly, catching Jungkook staring at his own leg, at the fingers kneading his skin like soft dough.

He didn’t have to be told twice.

His gaze snapped up instantly, landing on Taehyung’s face, on the unwavering expression that made his stomach twist with anticipation.

“Now I want you to look me in the eyes,” Taehyung said calmly, “and tell me clearly that you don’t want to keep going. Say it, and I’ll stop.”

“I want… ehm—” Jungkook began, slowly, teeth catching on his lip as his eyes dropped, suddenly shy.

Taehyung smiled, already knowing the answer. He could feel it, see it in every inch of Jungkook’s trembling body. He was just waiting for the confirmation, and once he got it, he’d be free to make his pretty baby cry and cum all over again.

“Hate when you do this,” Jungkook mumbled eventually, pouting slightly.

“Do you now?” Taehyung cooed, brushing his fingers softly against Jungkook’s cheek.

The younger gave a faint nod, earning a soft chuckle from the elder at the sight of his flustered expression. Taehyung’s fingers drifted down to his jaw, caressing it once before gripping it tightly, just like he had gripped his thigh moments ago.

“That’s not quite what I asked, is it?” he pointed out, staring down at Jungkook, whose cheeks were now squished between his fingers.

Jungkook frowned, trying to scowl despite the hold, but Taehyung just gave him a blank look, waiting for the real answer.

No matter how much he put him in his place, Jungkook always found a way to act like the brat he was, almost never doing what Taehyung asked the first time.

A sigh flared out of Jungkook’s nose before he looked up and finally said, “Don’t wanna stop.”

It came out like a reluctant confession, but the second it did, Taehyung hooked a finger under his chin and smiled like he’d just won a game he never once doubted he’d win.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured, arms locking tight around Jungkook’s waist and pulling him flush against his fully clothed frame. Jungkook’s bare, sweat-slick skin pressed hard against him, the sudden heat and contrast making him whine softly before he could stop it.

Another sound slipped from Jungkook’s lips as Taehyung’s hand slid down, grabbing a firm handful of his ass—fingers digging in deep.

“Don’t piss off hyung, baby,” Taehyung warned, as he carried him out of the kitchen.

“Why not?” Jungkook challenged.

“You know why.”

“What if I want you to be mad—ah!”

His eyes squeezed shut as Taehyung’s nails dug into his flesh, pinching hard enough to leave marks. “H-Hyung—nngh!”

“What did I just tell you?” Taehyung growled.

“You said not to make you mad—Tae, your hand—” Jungkook started, but his words were cut off as Taehyung threw him onto the couch and climbed on top without hesitation, eyes dark and locked onto his.

“Don’t get me mad,” Taehyung repeated softly, his breath hot against Jungkook’s ear. Then he pulled back just enough to meet his gaze and Jungkook stared back, eyes wide and dazed, completely gone.

“Not tonight, bun,” Taehyung murmured, brushing his lips against his cheek. “There are plenty of nights I can ruin you… but tonight isn’t one of them.”

He pressed a tender kiss to his flushed skin. “Tonight, I want you to feel how much I cherish you. Every part of you. I want you to know it.”

Jungkook’s body lit up at those words, a soft moan slipping from his lips as his cock stirred—awakened by the velvet smoothness of Taehyung’s voice, the kind of voice that could make him do anything.

“Taehyung… I think we should slow down,” Jungkook whispered, almost against his will.

He knew he’d been contradicting himself from the very beginning, but there was a full-blown war inside his head. His mind begged him to slow down, to think. But his body betrayed him again and again, always asking for more. And his heart… his heart was the most lost in it all.

That’s why none of it felt in his control.

It was maddening.

Of course, Taehyung had no idea what was going on inside him. He just let out a soft laugh and said, “Yes. Slowly. I’m gonna give it to you slow, baby—so slow you’ll feel every single second of it and remember it all week long.”

“N-No, that’s not—”

“Yes.” Taehyung cut him off, his hand suddenly pinching sharply at Jungkook’s waist, making him jolt with a whimper.

And just like that, with one smooth roll of his wrist, he turned Jungkook over and gently pushed him forward.

A low groan escaped his throat as he watched Jungkook’s body fall perfectly into place—so easy to guide, so willing to obey. It was like he was made to be shaped by Taehyung’s hands, a doll molded by every command.

Jungkook’s back now faced him, upper body resting against the couch’s backrest, knees digging into the cushions to keep balance.

Taehyung dragged his palm slowly over the curve of his ass, savoring the way the younger trembled beneath the touch. He licked his bottom lip, hungry, then leaned in until his chest pressed flush against Jungkook’s back. His breath floated hot and heavy over the nape of his neck.

Then, inching up to his ear, he whispered darkly, “want me to show you how much I love you?”

A shiver raced down Jungkook’s spine as he turned his head just enough to glance over his shoulder, only to find Taehyung’s face inches from his own, dark eyes drenched in want.

“No need to show me, I already—”

But the words never finished as Taehyung crashed his lips onto Jungkook’s, swallowing the rest of his sentence to silence him completely. Then he pulled back, lips brushing softly against Jungkook’s, and murmured “I’ll take that as a yes.”

And just like that, he disappeared from Jungkook’s field of vision.

Jungkook blinked, still not fully grasping what was about to happen. But a cold shiver already crept along his spine, his senses spiking despite the fact that he still had the ability to see.

Or rather—he couldn’t see Taehyung. Couldn’t see what he was doing behind him.

And somehow, that made everything worse. The uncertainty sparked something in him, a strange, fluttery tension low in his belly.

For a second, he considered turning around, just for a quick glance. But a small voice deep inside whispered don’t.

Because if he did, there was always the chance of pissing Taehyung off and ending up with a punishment far more intense than anything he might’ve secretly wanted.

Seconds crawled by. Then minutes. His fingers dug into the couch’s backrest, tension building beneath his skin. The silence pressed down heavy, stretching so long it made him question if Taehyung had stopped altogether.

Maybe he wasn’t going to do anything after all.

Just as he opened his mouth to call out for Taehyung, his body jolted—cut off mid-thought as a wet muscle suddenly pressed past the tight ring of his ass. It caught him off guard, a strangled whine ripping out of him before his mind could even catch up.

“W-What the fu—T-Taehyung—” he gasped, his eyes rolling back as a firm grip took hold of his ass, spreading him wider to give better access.

Jungkook’s breath stuttered, another sharp moan ripping out as the muscle pushed deeper, licking into him with filthy determination. His thighs shook with every obscene lap of Taehyung’s tongue. He ate him out like a man starved—spitting, licking, pushing in deep, then dragging his tongue back out slow, just to hear the wrecked sounds Jungkook made.

A low moan vibrated against his hole, and Jungkook sobbed, fingers clawing the couch. Taehyung tongued him like he owned him, like this hole had been made for his mouth alone, and he wasn’t leaving a single spot untouched.

“You taste so good, bun. I missed this,” Taehyung murmured in a rough voice, lips brushing close to Jungkook’s little entrance, making the younger whimper in response.

“Missed that greedy little asshole,” he added, staring down at the soft pink ring before letting a finger slowly press inside.

Jungkook sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden stretch, the touch featherlight but still enough to make his body tense. The finger stayed only a brief second before slipping out again and Taehyung watched, mesmerized, as the tight hole fluttered, clenching around nothing.

“Why are you clenching like that?” Taehyung asked, voice low and mocking as he pushed the same long finger back in, slower this time, letting it nestle deep into the tight heat before abruptly pulling it out again.

Jungkook’s cheeks burned instantly. “D-Don’t do that—”

Taehyung clicked his tongue before slapping Jungkook’s ass hard, drawing an abrupt jolt from the younger.

“I told you not to tell me what I can or can’t do,” he growled, bringing his palm down again, harder this time.

Jungkook opened his mouth to reply, but a third, merciless smack landed before he could speak, making him moan instead.

“I’d much rather hear you beg me for more, baby,” Taehyung whispered in a softer tone now, slowly rubbing his hand over the reddened skin. “I want to hear you say how good I make you feel. I want you to scream my name until it’s the only thing your mind can hold.”

“Taehyung…” Jungkook breathed out suddenly, almost like a prayer.

“Yeah, just like that,” Taehyung murmured back, pressing a searing kiss to the inside of his thigh before trailing back up toward his hole. He blew gently against it, making Jungkook squirm and whisper his name again, like he was under a spell, completely enchanted by the sound of Taehyung’s voice.

Taehyung resumed his task, moving lower to take Jungkook’s balls into his mouth, rolling them on his tongue and sucking hard—drawing a loud cry of his name from Jungkook’s lips, before sliding back up to his ass and pushing his tongue deep through the rim. The tight muscle clenched instantly around him, gripping him like it never wanted to let go.

“F-Fuck, fuck yes, Taeh–huh–hyung,” Jungkook gasped, his head falling against the backrest as he bit down on the cushion, another moan tearing from his throat at the fast, relentless thrusts of Taehyung’s tongue inside him.

“You want more?” Taehyung asked as two of his fingers tapped lightly against Jungkook’s sensitive rim, making him squirm and try to pull away from the barely-there touch, but Taehyung’s hand gripped his ass gently, keeping him right where he was.

Jungkook bit down hard on his lip before nodding.

“Use your words, bun,” Taehyung reminded him, his teeth grazing against his flushed skin.

“I–I want more, Tae... please, gimme—p-please, more,” he stammered, his voice cracking just as Taehyung sank his teeth into the swell of his ass, definitely leaving a mark.

“What is ‘more’? You’ve gotta be clearer than that,” Taehyung said with a low chuckle.

“F–fuck…” Jungkook nearly choked on his own spit, the dragging intensity and overstimulation making his vision spin, the world narrowing around him.

He felt like he might black out from the sheer overwhelming pleasure, but he swallowed thickly, pushing through as he rasped, “I–I want your tongue, w–want you to keep eating me out—want your fingers—I want more, please, I need it.”

“Damn, you’re asking for a lot,” Taehyung said with an amused lilt in his voice.

“Taehyung!” Jungkook snapped, irritated.

“What.”

“Fucking do something already, you assh—ahh!”

Jungkook’s vision blurred when Taehyung’s tongue was suddenly back on him, buried deep inside his walls as he resumed thrusting and sucking with unrelenting force.

“Fuck, fuck, y-yes, yes hyung, please don’t stop,” Jungkook begged in a small, trembling voice, terrified Taehyung might pull away and start teasing him all again.

But mercifully, Taehyung didn’t, he kept going, exactly the way Jungkook needed.

He continued to eat him out, licking him open with filthy precision—his wet muscle curling and twisting inside, dragging along the sensitive walls until Jungkook was trembling, his hips jerking uncontrollably. Taehyung pulled back just enough to spit messily over the swollen rim, then dove back in, tongue greedily lapping it up, fucking him with a rhythm so steady and obscene it made Jungkook see stars.

The slick, wet sounds echoed through the living room, loud enough that Jungkook could hear them over his own cries.

“More, hyung... m-more,” he panted breathlessly, his hips pushing back desperately, trying to get Taehyung even deeper.

Both of Taehyung’s arms wrapped tightly around his thighs, yanking him closer until Jungkook was practically crushed against his face, getting exactly what he begged for.

Jungkook slid slightly off the backrest, his face pressed deep into the cushions as soft, pretty moans kept tumbling from his lips. His blurry gaze dropped down to his own thick, throbbing cock pulsing between his legs, the head and shaft glistening from the steady stream of leaking precum. He could feel it—how close he was, obvious too from how flushed and shaky he’d become.

“T-Taehyung… Tae, I think—nghn—I’m gonna–”

Jungkook’s neglected cock finally got the attention it was craving when Taehyung wrapped his large hand around it and squeezed tightly, making Jungkook gasp, mouth falling open without a sound coming out at all.

“Is baby bun close?” Taehyung asked, tongue flicking teasingly against his abused hole while his thumb circled slowly over the slit of Jungkook’s cock.

“F-Fuck, I-ah-I—”

“Are you close, Jungkookie?” he asked again with a low growl.

“Yes! Fuck, yes—I want to come. L-Let me, please—it’s too much, hyung, ah—ah,” he blabbered, voice breaking as he instinctively tried to clamp his thighs shut against the overwhelming pleasure building inside him, like his body couldn’t hold it anymore.

Taehyung let out a low chuckle at his desperation, completely caging him in with his arms. Jungkook squirmed like he wanted to escape the intensity, but Taehyung’s eyes sparkled with something close to worship as he held him tighter. His hand wrapped around Jungkook’s cock again, stroking him with hungry, fast movements that left no mercy.

Jungkook screamed—loud and raw, unable to hold it in.

And the moment Taehyung felt his cock twitch violently in his grip, pulsing and about to explode, he shoved his tongue back into him with even more force, fucking him through the high.

Jungkook’s final cry was swallowed by the cushion as his teeth sank deep into it. His body convulsed violently. Hot, thick ropes of cum spilled from his cock in powerful bursts, splattering across the couch cushion in messy, glistening streaks—painting it with every trembling spasm of release.

He gasped for air, chest heaving up and down as his body trembled with aftershocks. He was wrecked, every muscle slack, nerves still twitching from how hard he'd come.

His energy ebbed out of him slowly, and his eyelids started to grow heavy. All he wanted now was a hot shower… and to sleep until tomorrow.

But that thought remained nothing more than a fleeting fantasy.

Because Jungkook suddenly gasped when two wet fingers slipped back into his still-sensitive hole, making him moan and instinctively clench around them.

“You thought it was over, hm?” Taehyung murmured, his voice mocking, far too calm for the roughness of his touch. “You cum in my hand and want to fall asleep like a well-fed little whore?”

He pushed his fingers in deeper, moving them slowly but with precise intent, hitting exactly where he wanted to.

“W-Why do you keep dragging it out—nghn,” Jungkook asked weakly, voice trembling. His brain felt completely melted as Taehyung thrusted his fingers in and out at a torturously slow pace, forcing helpless whimpers from him.

Silent tears slipped down his cheeks, the overstimulation becoming too much to bear. He was starting to wonder if Taehyung was actually trying to use him until he passed out.

“Because I like seeing you like this,” Taehyung answered honestly, eyes locked on the way his own fingers kept disappearing into that tight heat that sucked him back in every time he tried to pull away.

“You’re a fucking—a-ah, fucking lunatic,” Jungkook growled, nails digging into the couch. “You haven’t even cum once yet—y-you’re edging yourself.”

Taehyung hummed in agreement before chuckling and flipping Jungkook onto his back. The younger's teary, round eyes stared up at him in a daze.

“The more I edge myself, the better I’ll fuck you, bun,” he whispered as he leaned closer, his voice dropping lower. “You’ll feel every inch of my thick cock inside you until I tear you apart.”

Jungkook whimpered, his back arching at those words, body already craving the dark promise. /Fuck, he loved seeing him like this,/ Taehyung thought, eyes glued to Jungkook’s expression as if he wanted to burn that image into his brain forever so he’d never forget it.

But he quickly realized there was no need to think like that anymore. Now, he had the chance to see Jungkook like this every single day. Whenever he wanted, he could have him all to himself—make love to him, kiss him, and shower him with so much affection until the younger got sick of it.

Of course, Jungkook wouldn’t get sick of it, because it’s all he ever wanted from him too.

His baby had finally come to terms with his feelings, and now he was slowly learning to accept them.

“Hyung,” Jungkook called softly when he noticed Taehyung had gone still, frozen in place.

“Yeah?” Taehyung replied, blinking out of his trance.

Jungkook stared at him for a long moment before reaching up, his hands gently cradling Taehyung’s face. The elder smiled at the unconscious little frown between Jungkook’s brows, then let himself be pulled closer.

Jungkook tugged him in until there was no space left between their faces, their warm breaths mingling in the small distance that remained.

“Hyung—” he paused, then corrected himself, “Taehyungie hyung.”

“Yes, baby,” Taehyung replied gently, the pet name rolling from his lips in a low, warm voice that sounded like heaven to Jungkook’s ears.

“I… I love you. So, so much.”

If Taehyung had the ability to relive one moment in his life forever, it would undoubtedly be this one. Nothing could surpass the euphoric feeling he got every time Jungkook whispered those three words to him.

He might’ve even cried over it—if it weren’t for the painful hardness between his legs, throbbing and begging for attention after all that teasing and torture.

His nose bumped softly against Jungkook’s as he whispered back, “I love you too, bun. So, so much.”

Even though it was the most obvious answer Taehyung could give, Jungkook still blushed furiously at it, The heat crept from his neck all the way to his ears, making Taehyung laugh fondly at how adorably shy he still was.

Then Taehyung exhaled sharply, a grimace twisting his face as he muttered in a low, almost frustrated voice, “Though… you really picked the worst time to be all cute and fluffy. I’m gonna ruin it by saying I really, really need to fuck you.”

Jungkook inhaled sharply, his gaze immediately dropping down, right to where an obvious, aching bulge distorted the front of Taehyung’s pants. His cock was straining hard against the fabric, painfully stiff from being neglected too long.

“Let me suck you off,” Jungkook offered sweetly, his voice soft as his eyes slowly rose to meet Taehyung’s—now noticeably darker, burning with hunger.

Taehyung shook his head. “No. I can’t wait,” he said as he pulled his shirt off in one swift motion and tossed it to the floor without care. “I need to fuck you or I’ll fucking explode.”

“Please… let me suck you, hyung” Jungkook pleaded again, his voice trembling with want, lips pouted just slightly.

But Taehyung clicked his tongue in response “Jungkook, I won’t last a fucking minute if I let your mouth near my cock.”

His hands moved fast, pushing both his sweatpants and boxers down in one rough motion, leaving him completely naked, every muscle taut, his body coiled tightly like it was ready to snap at any moment. He looked like a god of sex dropped straight from the heavens with a single mission: ruin Jungkook.

And Jungkook felt his hole clench on instinct, his throat running dry as his eyes stayed glued to Taehyung’s thick, heavy cock—veins prominent, flushed deep red and pulsing angrily against his toned stomach.

He shivered because for some reason, it felt like the first time all over again. Like he’d never had Taehyung’s fat cock inside him before. His throat bobbed with a nervous gulp as he watched Taehyung reposition himself above him, nestling between Jungkook’s trembling thighs.

Taehyung began to stroke himself slowly, fist gliding up and down his aching length. A rough breath slipped past his lips as he smeared the glossy head with his own precum, the swollen tip glistening under the room’s dim light.

“Taehyung…” Jungkook breathed, ready to beg again to suck him off—cuz fuck, he wasn’t sure he could handle being wrecked tonight. He’d definitely end up knocked out, overstimulated and destroyed.

“Shut up,” Taehyung growled, no room for argument, already guiding the leaking tip to Jungkook’s flushed, pink entrance. His little hole clenched and twitched, as if it recognized him, desperate to draw him in. Taehyung couldn’t help but smirk at the sight.

But just as he thought he was finally about to slide in—about to feel that addictive, intoxicating heat wrapped around him—Jungkook shoved him back hard, catching him off guard and sending him crashing onto the couch with a grunt.

“What the—” Taehyung growled, blinking up at the ceiling, trying to process what had just happened—until he felt a hot, wet mouth wrap tightly around the head of his cock.

A hoarse moan tore from his chest as Jungkook’s lips sealed around him with desperate hunger, sucking like he’d been starved for it.

Inch by inch, his cock began to disappear into that tight, burning throat, Jungkook taking him down with unrelenting determination, swallowing him whole until there wasn’t a single inch left.

“J-Jungkook… what the f-fuck…” Taehyung gasped, voice raw and wrecked by the sudden rush of pleasure.

He lifted his head and nearly came right then and there.

Jungkook was on his knees between his thighs, his gaze heavy and glazed with need. His flushed cheeks and swollen lips moved deliberately over Taehyung’s thick cock, as if every touch was a desperate craving he couldn’t control.

“Fuck!” Taehyung growled when his hips jerked forward on their own, shoving himself deeper into Jungkook’s throat. But the younger instantly pulled back with a ragged gasp, wiping the spit from his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What the hell are you playing at? I told you no,” Taehyung snapped, propping himself up on his elbows, chest heaving with every shallow breath.

“And why is it always about what you want?” Jungkook shot back, voice laced with defiance as his eyes shamelessly locked on the slit of Taehyung’s cock where a bead of precum was slowly trickling out.

He leaned forward and gave it a slow, teasing lick, the wet sound echoing in the air as a pleased hum vibrated in his throat. Taking his time, he began pressing quick, playful kitten licks to the tip, each one more taunting than the last, almost cruel in their restraint.

Taehyung let his head fall back with a moan. “Bun, y-you fucking cockslut,” he growled, hands clenching the cushions beneath him like they were the only thing keeping him grounded.

Jungkook chuckled softly, clearly proud of himself. Then he leaned back in, trailing deliberate kisses along Taehyung’s aching shaft. He worked his way down to the base, mouth worshipping every vein, every ridge—adoring every inch of that cock he already knew by heart.

“Hyung… can you tell me if I’m doing good?” Jungkook asked, voice syrupy sweet, the fake innocence in his tone only making the scene filthier. Then he swirled his tongue around Taehyung’s swollen tip.

Another broken moan tore from Taehyung’s throat, but no answer came. He couldn’t speak. He was too far gone, teetering on the edge and barely holding on.

And Jungkook loved every second of it.

There was something intoxicating about seeing Taehyung like this—his composure shattered, his control slipping through his fingers. Jungkook drank it in, hungry for every flicker of vulnerability he wasn’t meant to witness.

Jungkook leaned in closer, his gaze locked on him, determined to push him further and unravel him until nothing remained but raw need.

He slipped the thick head past his lips again, his cheeks hollowing with the suction. The room filled with a slick, lewd sound as he took more, inching until the tip nudged the back of his throat. His tongue traced along the underside as he pulled back slowly—only to take him in again, steady and hypnotic.

Sometimes he let it fall from his mouth with a wet pop, just to blow a breath of warm air over the sensitive tip or swirl his tongue around it in a lazy spiral, watching Taehyung lose himself

Taehyung blinked hard when black spots started creeping into the edges of his vision, Jungkook’s mouth on him felt like fucking heaven.

And he’d been right when he said he wouldn’t last a full minute with that mouth, because he could already feel his orgasm coiling tight, deep in his gut. His abs clenched as another strangled groan ripped from his throat.

But this—this wasn’t how he wanted to come. He needed to fuck that brat into the couch until he remembered exactly where he belonged.

With the last shred of self-control he had left, Taehyung’s trembling hand shot out, fingers tangling in Jungkook’s damp, tangled hair. With a commanding pull, he yanked Jungkook’s head off his cock, refusing to let him take any more.

“Enough,” he growled, voice breathless

“Go fuck yourself,” Jungkook snapped back in a sharp tone, his eyes gleaming with challenge.

Without warning, Jungkook’s free hand slid boldly between Taehyung’s thighs, fingers closing around his balls with a teasing pinch.

Taehyung’s whole body jerked violently, a dry gasp ripping from his lips as white-hot waves of pleasure exploded behind his eyes.

Seizing the moment, Jungkook dove back down onto him, mouth wide open like a kid reunited with his favorite lollipop.

Taehyung growled through clenched teeth, head thrown back as soft moans slipped from him with every inch Jungkook took.

“Fuck… you’re gonna regret this…” he growled, every muscle pulled taut as he struggled to hold himself back. “Y-you’re so fucking gonna regret this, ah—”

“You got to taste me,” Jungkook slurred, lips wet and stretched around the base. “Now it’s my turn… I wanna suck you deep and filthy, hyung. Wanna taste you ‘til you’re shaking.”

Taehyung held Jungkook’s gaze for a long, charged moment before his jaw tightened like he was holding back a growl. Then, without hesitation, he grabbed Jungkook’s hair and yanked him forward, guiding that bold mouth right onto his throbbing cock.

With a rough, commanding thrust, he slammed his hips forward, plunging deep into Jungkook’s waiting mouth.

If Jungkook wasn’t going to let him fuck his ass, Taehyung was hellbent on fucking his mouth with the same ruthless hunger.

Jungkook’s eyes went wide, momentarily taken aback as Taehyung pulled him closer. But then a low moan slipped past his lips as he greedily took it all, mouth stretched and slick, both obedient and deliciously filthy.

Drool pooled at the corners of his mouth, his jaw starting to ache but he didn’t care, every deep, hard thrust sent a wave of heat crashing through him. With each desperate push, his eyes fluttered shut and rolled back, lost in the fire of the moment, feeling Taehyung’s need building just as fierce.

Taehyung’s orgasm crashed through him violently. His entire body jerked, back arching as his abs clenched hard, guttural groans ripping from his throat as he came deep into Jungkook’s mouth, not holding back for even a second.

Jungkook swallowed everything.

Taehyung’s cock, still twitching, slipped from Jungkook’s lips and with one last thrust, he pressed Jungkook’s head forward and rutted against his face, grinding until the final thick ropes of cum spilled out—splashing across his lashes, lips, and even into his hair.

The elder's eyelids fluttered shut as he let the wave of pleasure ripple through his body, slowly descending from his eyes in languid aftershocks.

Then, feeling a flicker of energy still pulsing within him, he sat up and hooked his hands under Jungkook's armpits—who looked like he was about to doze off on his thighs—and pulled him up until they were face to face. his body slumped comfortably against his chest.

Jungkook blinked slowly, staring into Taehyung’s eyes and catching the unimpressed, almost annoyed look there. It was clear he wasn’t happy with how things had played out.

Taehyung’s hand lifted slowly, fingers brushing against Jungkook’s skin before curling loosely around his neck. There was no force behind the touch, just a lazy hold.

Beneath his fingertips, he felt the subtle movement of Jungkook’s throat as the younger swallowed, nerves betraying him in that small gesture.

But then, Jungkook’s eyes flickered with mischief. That glint lit up his face as a grin tugged at his lips.

“So,” he murmured, voice light but laced with challenge, “how does it feel not being the one pulling the strings this time?”

Taehyung clenched his jaw, the muscle ticking with restrained fury. In a blink, his hand constricted, forcing a strangled gasp from Jungkook as pressure closed in around his throat.

“Ten minutes, bun,” Taehyung growled, his voice rough, dark eyes burning with heat as he watched Jungkook squirm beneath his grip. “That’s all I need before I ruin that pretty little ass of yours. Mark my fucking words.”

He leaned in close, his lips grazing the shell of Jungkook’s ear as he hissed, “and I told you not to piss me off.”

“I-I only—” Jungkook tried, but his lungs were already screaming. His fingers scrambled, slapping frantically at Taehyung’s arm in desperation.

Taehyung finally let go with a low chuckle. Jungkook collapsed forward, catching himself on Taehyung’s chest as he gasped for air, sucking in a shaky breath before coughing twice.

“You were saying?”

“I wasn’t… tryna piss you off,” Jungkook muttered between breaths, lips brushing his skin. “I just wanted to suck your cock.”

“You’re so fucking obsessed with my cock you couldn’t even wait, huh?” Taehyung drawled, rolling his eyes. “Had to throw yourself on me and suck it like it was the only thing keeping you alive.”

Jungkook lifted his head and locked eyes with him. “You already know what I’m gonna say to that,” he replied boldly.

Taehyung couldn’t help but smile at that before threading his fingers through Jungkook’s hair and tugging him forward, their lips crashing together again with perfect familiarity.

They both felt that fluttering heat in their stomachs, butterflies igniting as their mouths moved together in a slow, needy kiss.

Taehyung growled lowly when he tasted himself on Jungkook’s tongue, taking it as yet another way to mark him as his.

“Cockslut,” he rasped between kisses, then chuckled darkly when Jungkook whimpered in response.

“Yours only,” Jungkook murmured, voice trembling slightly.

“Mine only,” Taehyung echoed with a breath, eyes narrowing with a slow-burning hunger that made Jungkook’s skin prickle.

Jungkook barely had time to process what was happening before their positions flipped, Taehyung was back on top of him in a blur of motion.

But he didn’t feel surprised. No, not really. Not when he looked up and saw that awakened hunger in Taehyung’s eyes. Fingers dug into his thighs with a possessive grip, anchoring him like a silent claim.

“W-Wait…” Jungkook said with a sudden touch of panic, his voice faltering as his eyes dropped. “I thought we had ten minutes. You’re not even fully hard yet”

Taehyung smirked, fingers ghosting down Jungkook’s inner thigh before teasing over the slick, sensitive ring of muscle.

“What if I finger you until I watch you crumble, just to get hard again from the way you beg for more?”

A shiver ran down Jungkook’s spine before he quickly shook his head. “What?! That means I’m about to go through two more orgasms?”

“Are you complaining?” Taehyung asked, raising a brow.

“You’re gonna kill me.”

“You’re dodging the question again.”

He wasn’t really complaining. But Jungkook would never admit it, because if he did, Taehyung would fuck him senseless—pounding him until his body was too fucked out to move a single finger.

“Fuck you,” Jungkook muttered instead before quickly turning around, scrambling on all fours across the couch in an attempt to escape.

He didn’t even make it a meter before a strong hand clamped firmly around his ankle.

“Still running from me, baby bun?” Taehyung said with a low chuckle, like a cat toying with a mouse that thinks it can escape.

He gave a sharp tug, yanking Jungkook back toward him, earning a startled yelp from the younger.

Just as Jungkook was about to fight back, the sharp sound of the doorbell echoed loudly through the apartment, freezing them both mid-chaos.

Taehyung turned his head toward the hallway, eyes narrowing as he looked toward the front door, wondering who the hell could be showing up at this hour. Then he looked back at Jungkook.

“Are you expecting someone?” he asked in a low voice.

Jungkook shook his head silently before whispering, “who could it be?”

“No idea—”

The doorbell rang again, this time longer, more impatient, like whoever it was had no intention of going away anytime soon.

“I’ll go check,” Taehyung finally said, pushing himself up. But before he could take a step, Jungkook grabbed his wrist, making him stop in his tracks. Taehyung turned back, raising an eyebrow in question.

“You’re naked. I’m naked. And we messed up half the apartment!” Jungkook said in a nearly hysterical tone. “What if they want to come inside?!”

“They’re not coming inside. It’s probably just a delivery guy who got the wrong address. Wouldn’t be the first time,” Taehyung said, crouching to grab his sweats. He slipped them on, then paused mid-motion, scrunching his nose when his eyes landed on Jungkook.

“Though, you should probably wash your face. You’re covered in cum.”

“Oh, really?” Jungkook shot back sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy every second of it,” Taehyung laughed, stepping back toward the hallway.

He walked backward, smirking as he added, “And just so you know—I’m not done with you. We’re picking up right where we left off the second I send away whoever’s at that door.”

“What—no, wait—” Jungkook started, but Taehyung had already turned his back, disappearing down the hallway toward the door.

Jungkook sprang over the backrest of the couch and hurried into the kitchen. He grabbed his clothes, fumbling slightly as his hands still trembled. Pulling on his hoodie and sliding into his pants, he moved quickly but with a lingering daze.

Then he turned to the sink and splashed cold water over his face, the shock of it grounding him as he tried to wash away every last trace of the pleasure Taehyung had left behind, his skin still tingling.

When Jungkook turned off the faucet, he closed his eyes and tried to focus on the voices near the entrance, attempting to make out who was speaking with Taehyung. But they were talking too low, he couldn’t make out a single word.

With a frustrated sigh, he decided to join Taehyung at the entrance, tugging his hoodie down as far as possible to hide the dried—but still very obvious—stain on his crotch.

“Alright, now that you see I’m fine, you can leave,” Taehyung said flatly, hand on the door handle as he slowly pushed it, clearly signaling that the conversation was over.

“Dude, why are you acting like such an ass—”

Namjoon cut himself off mid-sentence when his eyes locked with two wide doe eyes peeking from behind Taehyung’s shoulder.

“Jungkook?” he blinked, raising an eyebrow.

Taehyung snapped his head around, only just realizing that the younger had invited himself into the scene.

“Hi, Joon,” Jungkook greeted with a small, sheepish smile. “What are you doing here?”

“Apparently, he was worried because I wasn’t answering my phone,” Taehyung said with an exaggerated sigh, “so he decided to show up in person to make sure I was alive.”

Namjoon let out a short laugh, crossing his arms. “You should be glad you have a friend who actually cares about you, you little shit.”

“And I am oh-so-grateful,” Taehyung deadpanned, pressing a hand to his chest before jerking his chin toward the elevator. “Now, please, fuck off.”

Namjoon’s mouth fell open in shock, but before he could react, Jungkook shoved Taehyung with his shoulder—sending him crashing against the door with a grunt.

“No, hyung, please don’t leave! Come in!” he said quickly, grabbing Namjoon’s arm and yanking him inside by force.

“Wha—” Namjoon muttered, completely thrown off.

“The fuck!?” Taehyung snapped, eyes flashing with a thousand questions as he looked at Jungkook.

“You can’t just send your best friend away after he literally dragged himself all the way here because he was worried about you,” Jungkook said, placing both hands on Namjoon’s shoulders like a protective guard. “That’s just rude.”

“Uh—” Namjoon started, but was cut off by Taehyung.

“I don’t give a damn about manners. He has no reason to be here,” Taehyung shot back, before turning his eyes to their very confused guest. “Don’t you have a date with Hoseok or something?”

“Hoseok’s out with his friends.”

“So you were bored and came here?” Taehyung stated, crossing his bare arms over his chest.

“Why the fuck is he like this?” Namjoon muttered to Jungkook, genuinely confused about Taehyung’s hostility.

Jungkook shrugged, answering simply, “Men.”

“You’re one too,” Namjoon said with a straight face.

“Not like him, trust me,” Jungkook said, tightening his grip on Namjoon’s shoulders and nudging him toward the living room. “Anyway, make yourself at home, hyung. I’ll make you a nice cup of coffee and personally serve it to you—”

He froze mid-sentence, gasping as he came to a dead stop, yanking Namjoon back with him.

Panic flooded his face when he realized the huge mistake he was about to make by leading Namjoon into the living room—an area probably still full of evidence and the lingering scent of what he and Taehyung had been doing before they were interrupted.

Face flushing red, Jungkook let out a nervous little laugh before quickly steering Namjoon in the opposite direction down the hallway. The older boy stumbled along clumsily under his grip.

“—served to you, in my room!” Jungkook finished with an overexcited tone that sounded anything but natural.

“Why?” Namjoon asked suspiciously.

“Change of scenery,” he said quickly. “Y’know… keep things fresh.”

“You know, I never said I wanted to stay here, especially not after the way Taehyung reacted,” Namjoon muttered as Jungkook opened the door to his room and tugged him inside.

“Don’t mind Taehyung, you know how bitchy he gets when he doesn’t get what he wants,” Jungkook blurted out way too fast, then slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes darting away from Namjoon, who frowned at the unexpected piece of information.

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing. I’m gonna make some coffee, just… stay here,” Jungkook said, rushing toward the door, only to stop when Namjoon’s hand clamped around his bicep, spinning him back to face him again.

Jungkook stared up with wide eyes while Namjoon studied his face, scanning every inch like he was trying to read whatever the younger was hiding. Until his expression twisted into a grimace.

“Yeah, so you two definitely screwed in the living room and I totally cockblocked you,” Namjoon said flatly, releasing Jungkook’s arm and flopping down on the bed without a care.

“W-what… we didn’t!” Jungkook stammered, instantly defensive as his cheeks blazed at Namjoon’s guess, which was also a bullseye.

“Your neck is covered in Tae’s hickeys.”

Jungkook’s hand shot up on instinct to cover his neck.

“Hold on,” Namjoon said suddenly, brows knitting together. “I feel like we skipped a huge part of the story here. How the hell did we go from Taehyung ignoring you—and lowkey hating you—to him fucking you on the couch?”

“We didn’t fuck on the couch, oh my god—”

“Jungkook.” Namjoon’s voice was firm, cutting through his panicked denial like a blade, forcing him to focus on the real question.

Jungkook exhaled softly and shifted closer, settling beside Namjoon on the bed. His gaze flickered down to his hands resting in his lap before he finally rested his head against Namjoon’s shoulder.

“Taehyung and I talked,” he said quietly

“About time,” Namjoon breathed, relief evident in his tone.

Jungkook smiled warmly, nodding before lifting his head to meet Namjoon’s eyes. “Yeah, and that’s all thanks to my flower.”

“What?” the elder asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly confused about what a flower had to do with anything.

“Remember when I told you I was gonna give him a flower and you said it was too much, almost stupid?” Jungkook reminded him with a smug grin. “Well, I trusted my instincts and did it anyway. And guess what? He loved it.”

“Good,” Namjoon laughed softly. “I’m happy for you.”

Jungkook frowned. “No—you’re supposed to apologize and admit you were wrong. Maybe even say my ideas about romance aren’t so bad after all.”

Namjoon snorted “Yeah, that’s not happening. You just got lucky. And judging by your current state, I’d say Taehyung was probably just desperate to have you back, realizing his little sulk was starting to get ridiculous.”

Jungkook stared at him in silence, trying to read his tone. His gaze lingered as Namjoon shifted his weight back onto his hands, then slowly pushed himself upright, clearly getting ready to leave.

That’s when Jungkook shot up too and grabbed his arm. “Wait, you’re going?!”

“Yeah. I told you, I never actually wanted to stay. You literally forced me inside,” Namjoon replied, then added under his breath, “And don’t act like you want me to stay. From the way Taehyung’s been acting, I’d say you two have some unfinished business.”

“No, hyung, I’m serious—don’t go!” Jungkook said quickly. “Taehyung’s been unstoppable ever since we confessed our feelings to each other,”

“I thought that’s what you wanted,” Namjoon replied slowly, tilting his head in confusion.

“It is! I do want that, but not right now.”

“What is that supposed to mean? I’m so lost.”

“I promised him back at the park that I’d prove how much he means to me, without needing sex. But the first thing he does when we get back is jump me in the kitchen and eat me—”

Namjoon slapped a hand over Jungkook’s mouth before he could go any further, sighing heavily. “Man, why do you always have to overshare?”

He saw Jungkook’s eyes blink up at him, and then the corners of his eyes crinkle as a smile spread against Namjoon’s palm. Jungkook grabbed his wrist and gently pulled it away from his mouth.

“So… I don’t want us to have sex until he forgives me for real. And until we’re officially dating.”

“What do you mean, forgive you for real? I thought that already happened.”

Jungkook pouted, taking Namjoon’s hand and tugging him back toward the bed until they both sat down.

“Well, that’s what he told me. But I still feel like I need to do more to make him forget all the horrible things I did to him.”

Namjoon looked at him in silence, his expression slowly shifting as if he’d just uncovered a new piece of the story. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Jungkook,” he said softly, resting his hand on the younger’s thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. His gaze stayed there, as if he was choosing his words carefully to make sure they landed just right.

“Listen. I can see now how determined you are to make things right—how hard you’re trying to prove how sincere you are. And that’s admirable. But you don’t have to be so hard on yourself. I’ve told you this before, stop dragging yourself down with pressure that doesn’t need to be there. Just be yourself. Be cute. And whatever you do to win that man’s heart will be enough.”

“But—” Jungkook started to protest, only to stop when Namjoon raised a finger.

“Let me just add, you weren’t the only one at fault. Maybe you were mostly to blame, but I also acted unfairly. And honestly… I still feel ashamed about it sometimes. When I think back, I end up thanking hobi for being there to calm the situation down.” His voice dropped to a small confession.

“It’s okay. You’re Taehyung’s friend. It’s totally normal to react like that,” Jungkook said quietly.

“That’s exactly the thing, I’m Tae’s friend, and I was biased.”

Jungkook bit his lip, then gave a small shrug. “Let’s not mourn the past. At least things are better now.”

“Yeah,” Namjoon said gently. “So don’t try to burn the pages of your story just to erase what you’ve been through. Instead… write new chapters. Ones that help you both heal, and turn this love story into the one you’ve always dreamed of.”

Jungkook felt his heart clench sharply, his eyes stinging with sudden tears. He nodded slowly, but a sob slipped from his lips before he could stop it, muffled against his mouth. He wiped at his eyes quickly with the back of his hand, then let out a trembling laugh between the tears that had managed to fall.

“Thank you so much, hyung. I… I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“Ay, no need to cry,” Namjoon said with a warm smile—then couldn’t help but reach out, tugging softly at Jungkook’s cheek in a playful pinch.

Jungkook looked up at him in surprise, which made Namjoon let go immediately, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Gonna blame hobi for making me curious about how squishy your cheeks are,” he muttered.

“You two need to stop babying me,” Jungkook pouted, wiping the remaining tears from his face with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“That’s your fault.”

“What!?” Jungkook gasped.

“Yeah, you know damn well—oh, and don’t forget to talk to Taehyung about it,” Namjoon cut himself off quickly.

“Huh?” Jungkook blinked, frowning in confusion. “About what?”

“About the whole 'no sex until you’re officially boyfriends' thing.”

“Oh,” Jungkook said, nodding. “Okay, will do.”

“Good. Now please let me leave. I can feel the sexual tension between you and that door Taehyung might be standing behind,” Namjoon said, already getting up and heading toward the exit.

Jungkook followed him with wide, uncertain eyes, like a lost puppy desperate to stay by Namjoon’s side as long as possible if it meant delaying the inevitable talk with Taehyung about something that made him nervous as hell.

“Hey,” Namjoon said softly, catching the look on Jungkook’s face. “Just talk to him, okay? I’m sure he’ll understand.” His hand came to rest gently on Jungkook’s shoulder, offering quiet reassurance.

“Okay,” Jungkook murmured, lowering his gaze with a slight pout.

Namjoon gave him one last comforting smile before heading for the door. And the second he opened it, he knew his gut feeling had been right as his eyes flicked sideways and immediately found Taehyung leaning against the wall.

Taehyung’s head was lowered, but it shot up the moment he heard the door creak open and shut.

Their eyes met in a brief silence.

“You leaving?” he finally said, his tone sounding more like a statement than a question.

“Yeah. Happy?” Namjoon replied with a smirk.

Taehyung huffed out a small laugh, shaking his head. “Sorry about earlier. I was… too horny.”

“I figured,” Namjoon chuckled before stepping closer to stand in front of him. His voice shifted to something more serious. “Before you decide to do anything, let him talk first.”

“Wasn’t planning on doing anything,” Taehyung replied coolly, sliding his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

Namjoon opened his mouth to emphasize his seriousness, but the look in Taehyung’s eyes stopped him, revealing that they were both on the same solemn page.

“You heard us,” he concluded.

Taehyung shrugged, but gave a small nod anyway.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to work things out. And for real this time, alright? Just because I’m always around doesn’t mean I enjoy playing cupid in your relationship,” Namjoon said, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Taehyung snorted, folding his arms with a stubborn tilt of his chin. “Never asked for your help anyway.”

Namjoon didn’t hesitate as he jabbed Taehyung’s arm hard enough to make him flinch and curse under his breath. “You sure about that, big boy?” he teased, eyes sharp and ready for a comeback.

Taehyung rubbed the sore spot, lips pressing into a pout. “Dude, can’t take a fucking joke,” he muttered, but the edge in his voice softened quickly. He sighed, dropping his guard just a little. “Thanks, though. I think we both know you and hobi did a lot for us.”

“Of course we did. We set the bar high,” Namjoon said, a knowing smile playing on his face.

Taehyung grimaced at his audacity, but deep down, he knew he wasn’t wrong. And even if he’d never say it out loud, he’d always be grateful for what they’d done.

“Just wait, Jungkook and I are about to raise the bar even higher,” he said, eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark.

“Gotta be a couple first,” Namjoon quipped, raising a brow.

“We will be. Soon.”

“Not until you talk—and your stupid ass learns how to communicate properly,” Namjoon said, landing another punch on his other arm.

Taehyung grunted, shooting him a dark look. “Stop hitting me or I’ll hit back.”

“You wouldn’t dare. I’m stronger than you.”

“In your dreams,” Taehyung muttered as Namjoon turned to walk away. But he wasn’t done yet, so he quickly added, “Have fun tonight without hobi-hyung home.”

Namjoon stopped and glared at him over his shoulder before smirking. “Good luck with your sex diet,” he fired back with a wide grin, laughing out loud when Taehyung flipped him off before disappearing into Jungkook’s room.

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Jungkook’s head snapped up at the sound of the door opening, heart leaping into his throat when Taehyung stepped inside. His gaze was dark, locked onto him with unwavering focus as he silently shut the door behind him.

Jungkook swallowed hard as he pushed himself off the bed, lips parting—yet no words came out. His pulse pounded in his ears when Taehyung advanced toward him with swift, determined steps.

His chest tightened. He knew exactly what was about to happen. His body buzzed with heat at the memory of what they’d been doing before Namjoon had shown up.

“Taehyung… wait, please…” Jungkook tried, voice small and shaky.

But Taehyung didn’t so much as slow down. He kept moving forward and Jungkook instinctively stepped back, only to realize it was useless. That look in Taehyung’s eyes, the steel in his movements, nothing was going to stop him now.

“Tae—” Jungkook started, only to choke on his breath when Taehyung’s hand shot out, grabbing his arm and yanking him forward.

He crashed into Taehyung’s chest, air leaving his lungs in a startled gasp as two strong arms wrapped around him, locking him in place. The older man’s hold was crushing, unescapable, like a cage made of muscle and intent.

Slowly, his head settled against Jungkook’s shoulder, their embrace sealing shut like a trap.

Jungkook blinked, completely thrown. He’d been expecting to be pushed onto the bed, Taehyung climbing over him to finish what he started, just like he’d promised. But instead, here he was, held in a crushing hug, clutched like someone afraid of losing him.

“Hyung,” Jungkook whispered softly, tilting his head back just enough to see his face.

Taehyung looked at him in silence, brows furrowing, before resting his head once again on Jungkook’s shoulder, his cheek brushing against his neck. “You… why didn’t you tell me you wanted to talk?”

Jungkook shivered at the featherlight brush of lips against his throat as he spoke. Swallowing hard, he managed a shaky reply. “I tried—”

Taehyung’s head snapped up, dark eyes blazing as he cut him off. “Tried?! You call that trying? You should’ve fucking slapped me.”

Jungkook couldn’t stop the laugh that burst out of him at that, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I’m serious, bun,” Taehyung muttered, guilt flickering across his face. “I was so caught up in the moment I didn’t even ask you to pick a safeword, I—”

“Taehyung—”

“I’m so fucking stupid.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes at that, then wriggled his arms free from Taehyung’s hold and brought both hands up to cup his face.

“Now you’re making it sound like you forced me into something.”

Taehyung opened his mouth to reply, but Jungkook could practically read the words forming in his eyes. So he beat him to it in a firm tone “You didn’t. I think we both trust each other enough to know what’s okay and what’s not.”

Taehyung looked down, his voice quieter as he mumbled, “Still, we both know how I can get. I slip sometimes. Pushing a bit too far.”

“And did you ever see me complain about it?” Jungkook asked as he arched one brow.

Taehyung hesitated before shaking his head slowly, his face still cradled in Jungkook’s hands.

Jungkook smiled. “It’s true I tried to talk to you about something, but in the end, I gave in—and it was completely my choice.” He added, “Trust me, if I really wanted to push you away, you wouldn’t just get a slap from me.”

“Good,” Taehyung agreed immediately, his eyes looking at Jungkook sincerely, slowly tracing from one of his features to another before settling on his lips.

Jungkook bit down gently on his bottom lip as Taehyung’s heavy gaze settled on him, making that strange fluttering in his stomach tighten into something almost unbearable. His hand slid up into Taehyung’s hair as he closed the last bit of space left between them, pressing their chests flush together.

The soft sound of an exhale broke the silence of the room when Jungkook nuzzled his nose against Taehyung’s. Their lips brushed in the faintest whisper of a touch, barely there, yet charged with raw desire.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jungkook finally murmured, the words slipping out without context.

But Taehyung didn’t need one. He’d heard every word earlier. He knew Jungkook still thought forgiveness hadn’t fully settled between them. His grip on that slim waist tightened, a silent demand to pull his focus back where it belonged.

Jungkook’s lashes fluttered open, wide doe eyes staring into his.

“I want you to stop apologizing to me,” Taehyung said

He caught the small, sad smile tugging at Jungkook’s lips, a smile that looked like a promise he couldn’t quite make, held back by something heavier beneath the surface.

“Please,” Taehyung added, the word slipping out in a low, almost desperate whisper.

“It’s just too easy,” Jungkook finally admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “To have you back after everything I did… it just feels too easy.”

“Then let it be easy,” Taehyung countered gently, fingers lifting Jungkook’s chin so their eyes locked. “Where’s it written that it has to be complicated?”

His gaze softened “I love you, Jungkook. I have for a long time, and I always will. Nothing could ever change that. Especially not now—not when I finally have you, all to myself.”

A shaky laugh slipped past Jungkook’s lips when Taehyung pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, nipping it softly. Taehyung chuckled too, his eyes soaking him in, brimming with quiet warmth.

And then, like magnets finally giving in to their pull—their lips met. The kiss hit with all the weight of everything they’d held back, slow and devastatingly tender before it spiraled into heat.

Jungkook’s arms looped tight around Taehyung’s neck, clinging like he’d never let go, while Taehyung guided him backward until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed.

They tumbled down together, laughter muffled against mouths still desperate to taste, breaths breaking into ragged fragments between kisses.

Bodies pressed closer, closer still, like even the smallest gap between them was too much to bear.

Taehyung was the first to break their moment, letting out a quiet sigh before murmuring, “I think I owe you an apology too.”

Jungkook blinked, his brows pulling together in a silent question.

“I was unfairly harsh with you.”

“I broke your heart and crushed your feelings,” Jungkook reminded him.

“Feelings you weren’t even aware of.”

“Yeah, cuz I was fucking oblivious.”

“You were,” Taehyung agreed with a quiet laugh, unable to deny it, before pulling Jungkook back into his arms, resting his head against the younger’s chest. “Still, I don’t want you taking all the blame. I called you stupid, but I think we both are.”

Jungkook’s fingers idly played with Taehyung’s hair as a smile curved his lips. “We’re both stupidly in love with each other.”

A quiet laugh rumbled in Taehyung’s chest as he nodded, still buried in the embrace. Then, slowly, he lifted his head until their eyes locked. Their breaths mingled, and Jungkook barely had time to smile before Taehyung’s lips claimed his again—soft at first, then deepening with every passing second.

“I love you,” Taehyung muttered against his mouth.

“Love you more,” Jungkook replied, right before his back hit the mattress under Taehyung’s weight.

“I told you you can’t,” Taehyung teased.

But he barely had time to breathe before Jungkook flipped them over, pinning him to the mattress and straddling him, eyes glowing with fierce determination.

“I can,” Jungkook murmured, “and I will.” Then he leaned in and captured Taehyung’s lips in a kiss that stole the breath from his lungs.

Jungkook felt the tightness in his chest begin to ease, the weight he’d been carrying since their conversation melting under the heat of Taehyung’s lips. All that fear—the constant, gnawing dread that it would all fall apart—dissolved like smoke. He’d been terrified, so sure it would end in disaster that he’d imagined every worst-case scenario.

But instead, everything unfolded with such effortless ease it almost felt unreal. In that moment, Jungkook understood: now that they were finally on the same page, listening and understanding each other would come naturally.

His fingers tightened at the nape of Taehyung’s neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. He let himself get swept up in the slow burn turned feverish, in the way their short breaths mingled between muffled whimpers.

Jungkook lost all sense of time, of anything beyond Taehyung, a strangled moan breaking free when the contact grew hungrier.

His body responded before his mind could catch up—arching slightly, his hips instinctively seeking more friction, grinding against Taehyung with an impatience he made no effort to hide.

Taehyung let out a low growl against his lips, hands gripping gently at Jungkook’s waist. The touch made Jungkook mewl, his body growing more restless above him.

His hands moved between their pressed bodies, his fingers already slipping beneath Taehyung’s waistband, desperate to rid him of the last layers between them.

Taehyung’s eyes snapped open as he caught Jungkook’s wrists, halting his movements.

“Whoa there, little bun,” he said, breathless. “As much as I’d love to keep going, weren’t you supposed to tell me something?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, his cheeks flamed crimson as the memory came crashing back—the very reason he’d asked Namjoon to stay, completely forgotten in the heat of the moment. Flustered, he cleared his throat, scrambled off Taehyung, and plopped down on the bed beside him like it burned.

Taehyung rolled onto his side, eyes fixed on Jungkook’s profile, silently waiting. He saw the younger glance at him from the corner of his eye before staring up at the ceiling and exhaling slowly.

“I… want us to stop having sex,” he blurted out in one breath, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he peeked sideways at Taehyung who didn’t look the least bit surprised.

Jungkook frowned at the lack of reaction, then turned to face him fully, repeating more clearly this time “I want us to stop having sex.”

“I heard you,” Taehyung replied calmly.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” Jungkook mumbled, lips jutting out in a pout. “I mean it, I want us—”

“—to stop having sex, yes, Jungkook, I heard you damn well the first time,” Taehyung laughed, cupping his cheek. “You want us to stop fucking, stop making babies—aka me pounding my cock into—”

“Oh my god, shut up! You’re making this even more embarrassing!” Jungkook burst out, cutting him off as he clamped both hands over Taehyung’s face in panic.

But Taehyung only kept laughing, arms snaking around Jungkook’s waist to pull him in tight until the younger was flush against his chest.

Jungkook let his head drop against Taehyung’s chest, a small pout tugging at his lips. “Why aren’t you confused? Or frustrated? Or… I don’t know—something I would’ve expected?”

“Why would I be frustrated when I know there’s a reason behind this?”

“What if there isn’t a reason and I just want to stop?” Jungkook challenged, arching a brow.

Taehyung chuckled softly. “Then I think you’ve forgotten how needy you get when I’m around.” he said as a teasing smile curved his mouth. “Which, by the way, makes this decision of yours kind of surprising.”

“I just want to show you that I’m not doing all this because of your body,” Jungkook said quietly.

Taehyung’s expression softened. “I already know that. You don’t have to prove it to me,” he said gently, pressing a soft kiss to Jungkook’s cheek.

Jungkook shrugged. “Still… I want to try. Let’s not make this about sex. Let’s date first, then make it official.”

“If that’s what you want,” Taehyung agreed casually, then added with a playful tone, “But I know you’ll be the first to cave and break your own rule.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock.

“Me?! Never! I’m pretty sure you won’t last a week without throwing yourself at me the second it gets unbearable.”

“Wanna bet?” Taehyung asked suddenly, lifting an eyebrow.

Their eyes locked, tension crackling between them. Jungkook leaned in slightly, a slow, taunting smile curving his lips.

“Fine. I bet you’ll be the first to cave… and when you do, you’ll fuck me like a starved animal.”

Taehyung’s mouth curled into a dark smirk. “And I bet you’ll come crawling back to me, like a desperate little bunny in heat who doesn’t know what to do with himself.”

Jungkook let out a low laugh, his eyes glinting with defiance.

“We’ll see about that.”

Taehyung only hummed, his hand settling on the small of Jungkook’s back, tracing slow circles while his eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling. Jungkook’s head rested on his chest, and Taehyung was sure he could hear his heart pounding faster than it should.

Then, a sudden thought hit him, making his brows furrow.

“Wait, we can still kiss, right?” he asked, his voice carrying a hint of worry, almost afraid of the answer.

He felt Jungkook chuckle softly against his skin before murmuring in an amused tone, “Why? Scared you wouldn’t survive without kissing me?”

“Jungkook…” Taehyung breathed out, almost pleading

Slowly, Jungkook lifted his head, hovering above Taehyung’s face until their breaths mingled. Then he brushed the faintest kiss across his lips before whispering with quiet certainty, “of course we can”

Relief softened Taehyung’s features as he smiled, but the feeling barely lasted before he chased after Jungkook’s mouth again, only for the younger to pull back with a teasing smirk, breaking away completely as he climbed off the bed.

“I’m gonna take a shower. I feel gross in these clothes,” Jungkook said, answering the silent question in Taehyung’s eyes as he walked toward his wardrobe to grab a change of clothes.

He made his way toward the bathroom and stopped just in front of the door, his hand resting on the handle. A small smile tugged at his lips before he turned around and met Taehyung standing right behind him, nose to nose.

Jungkook almost rolled his eyes at the sight.

“And where do you think you’re going?” he asked, pressing a finger against Taehyung’s chest to push him back slightly.

Taehyung frowned. “Can’t I come with you?”

“No.” Jungkook let out an incredulous laugh, staring at him. “Taking a shower together means you’re gonna touch me, and we’ll end up fucking under the water.”

“I can totally keep my hands to myself,” Taehyung insisted—though, without even realizing it, his hand was already resting on Jungkook’s waist.

Jungkook glanced down at the spot he was touching, then lifted his head, one brow arched with a knowing look.

Taehyung pulled his hand back with an awkward laugh and cleared his throat. “I won’t touch you, I swear. Just… let me come in with you,” he pleaded.

His hand shot up again toward Jungkook, but he caught himself, freezing his fingers just above Jungkook’s waist before pulling back and curling them against his own thigh, fighting the urge.

Jungkook watched him struggle, clearly amused, then leaned in close until their noses brushed.

“Tsk, tsk, hyung. We both know you can’t resist me. So the answer’s no. And it’s staying no,” he whispered against his lips, teasingly soft, before pulling back with a wink and shutting the door in his face.

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Chapter Seven

The morning light crept through the thin curtains, spilling across the room in a soft, golden wash. Dust motes floated lazily in the glow, the quiet broken only by the gentle rhythm of Jungkook’s snores.

The snoring stopped abruptly as Jungkook’s brows furrowed, a subtle sign of slowly drifting back from the depths of heavy sleep. Yet his eyelids remained tightly shut, unwilling to face the bright light now flooding the room.

His hand drifted across the sheets, reaching instinctively for the body that had held him through the night. He searched for warmth, for the solid chest he could tuck his face against, for the heartbeat he’d matched his breaths to.

But his heart sank when all he found was cold fabric. His fingers grazed the emptiness, brushing over the chilled space where warmth should’ve been.

The memory of another morning rushed back like a wound being reopened. He clutched at the blanket with both fists, twisting it in desperation, as though holding on hard enough could anchor Taehyung to him, could stop the ache of being left

But the rising fear started to fade the moment two strong arms slid around his waist from behind, pulling him back into a wall of warmth.

“I’m here, baby” Taehyung murmured in a sleepy voice, as if he had sensed Jungkook’s fear just seconds earlier.

Jungkook let out a quiet breath of relief and turned to face him. Taehyung was watching through half-lidded eyes, a lazy warmth in his gaze.

He smiled at the sight, one hand reaching up to gently cup his cheek. “Good morning.”

“Morning” Taehyung replied, his arms tightening just a little more around Jungkook, pulling him flush against his chest.

He pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, then let his lips travel lower, grazing along the curve of his cheek, brushing over the tip of his nose, before finally settling in the crook of his neck.

Jungkook closed his eyes, savoring the comforting warmth. Though they’d shared mornings like this before, there was something profoundly different now in waking up wrapped in Taehyung’s arms, feeling his tender kisses as their bodies stayed tangled beneath the sheets.

“I want to stay in bed with you all day” Taehyung murmured against Jungkook’s skin.

Jungkook smiled and slid his hand into Taehyung’s hair, softly massaging his scalp. “Then there’s no better plan” he whispered back.

Taehyung lifted his head until he was eye level with Jungkook, lips forming a small pout. “I can’t. I’ve got my final project presentation this afternoon.”

“Ah, right” Jungkook muttered, rolling his eyes as he remembered Taehyung still had one last evaluation before finishing his year. Unlike Jungkook, who’d wrapped up everything last week and was finally free.

But what was the point of being free if Taehyung wasn’t there to spend that time with him?

“Last day, baby” Taehyung murmured, as if plucking the thought right out of Jungkook’s head, leaning in dangerously close. “After that, I’m all yours.”

Taehyung leaned in, mouth aimed straight for Jungkook’s lips. Only for Jungkook to twist his head at the last second, making the kiss land on his cheek instead. The brush of lips there dragged a groan from Taehyung, his hand sliding up to cradle Jungkook’s jaw, trying to guide him back where he wanted.

But Jungkook wasn’t having it. He pressed a firm palm to Taehyung’s face and pushed him back with a frown.

“Jungkook” Taehyung growled, clearly annoyed as he grabbed the younger’s wrist to hold him in place.

“Don’t!” Jungkook shot back instantly, still keeping his face angled away.

“I thought we were still allowed to kiss each other,” Taehyung grumbled, before pinning him down against the mattress and straddling him.

Jungkook immediately covered his face with both hands, mumbling into his palms,“I am not kissing you first thing in the morning. Fuck off.”

Taehyung let out a breathy laugh, catching Jungkook’s wrists again and pinning them above his head. He leaned in slowly, his warm breath teasing over Jungkook’s lips. “Acting like you didn’t have my cock in your mouth yesterday” he whispered with a mischievous smirk.

“That’s… not the same” Jungkook mumbled, turning his face sharply to the side, just in time for Taehyung to press another soft kiss on the exact same spot.

A spark of laughter slipped out, and before they knew it, the bed was a battlefield. Sheets twisted around their limbs as Jungkook’s annoyed grunts mixed with Taehyung’s laughter, their hands tugging, grabbing, pushing in a messy scuffle that rolled them from one end of the mattress to the other.

Until Jungkook finally lost his balance and fell off with a loud thud, groaning as he hit the floor.

Taehyung couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the sight, the sound filling the room as Jungkook lay on the floor. But the laughter died in his throat when Jungkook sprang up, eyes flashing with a sharp, deadly glare that made him pause.

“I fucking hate you” Junhkook muttered before storming out and slamming the door behind him.

Taehyung chuckled softly, sinking back onto the bed with a grin, eyes drifting up to the ceiling as a dreamy smile tugged at his lips. "Adorable" he whispered, completely smitten.

His little moment of bliss didn’t last long before he pushed himself up and headed toward the bathroom. He already knew Jungkook was inside because he could hear him, but he didn’t bother knocking and just walked right in.

Jungkook’s head snapped toward him, eyes wide in surprise. His face was covered in a fresh layer of cream from his morning skincare routine.

He looked like he was about to snap at him, lips parting for a snarky remark, but he held back. Instead, he turned his attention back to the mirror and calmly smoothed the product into his cheeks with slow strokes.

Taehyung smirked and moved to stand beside him at the sink. He grabbed his toothbrush, squeezed on a generous dollop of toothpaste, and started brushing, his eyes locked on Jungkook’s reflection in the mirror the entire time.

Jungkook, however, didn’t look at him. He stayed focused on what he was doing, his fingers gliding gently over his soft skin before tapping lightly to help the product sink in.

The silence broke when Taehyung leaned over and spat into the sink, rinsing out the minty foam before turning fully toward him. "How long is this bet supposed to last?"

Jungkook snorted as he pulled off his headband, letting all the hair he’d pushed back fall messily over his forehead.

“Why?”

“Just asking.”

“I already told you, it’s until we’re officially boyfriends” he replied, glancing at Taehyung just as the older man splashed water onto his face, rubbing it a few times before running wet fingers through his hair, dampening the strands slightly.

“And once that happens… can we pick up where we left off?” Taehyung asked, turning off the faucet.

Jungkook nodded.

Taehyung smirked as he grabbed a towel to dry his damp face. He tossed it aside carelessly, then wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s waist and pulled him close.

Leaning in, he finally captured those soft, rosy lips in the kiss he’d been craving since the moment he woke up.

Now that his mouth was minty fresh, Taehyung finally had his permission.

The kiss deepened quickly, their tongues meeting in a slow, practiced rhythm, the cool taste of toothpaste lingering between them.

"Jungkook," Taehyung murmured, eyes dark with desire as he searched Jungkook’s face.

Jungkook tried to respond with a hum, but it slipped into a needy whine as his arms instinctively wrapped around Taehyung’s neck, pulling him closer.

"Be my boyfriend?" he said with a cheeky grin.

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed immediately, pure judgment radiating from his face. "No" he replied flatly.

Taehyung pouted. “Ouch.”

“There’s no way I’m agreeing to that in the bathroom, especially when we haven’t even been on a proper date,” Jungkook said, gently pushing him away.

Taehyung followed him into the kitchen, whining, “I just can’t wait to call you mine. For real.”

Jungkook smiled without looking back. “Honestly, you just wanna fuck me, don’t you?”

“That too,” Taehyung admitted shamelessly, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist as the younger started gathering ingredients for breakfast.

Jungkook laughed, trying to maneuver through the kitchen with Taehyung clinging to him like a koala. “You do realize it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours, and you’re already desperate, right?”

“I’m not desperate,” Taehyung murmured, trailing a soft kiss along the nape of Jungkook’s neck. “I’m just showing you how much I love you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure?” Jungkook asked with a smirk, subtly arching his back and pressing his ass against Taehyung’s crotch.

Taehyung inhaled sharply at the sudden contact, his fingers tightening instinctively on Jungkook’s waist. “Fuck—don’t” he warned lowly

“Why not? Afraid you’ll lose control?” Jungkook whispered, slowly rolling his hips back again. A smirk curled at his lips when he heard the pathetic little moan that escaped Taehyung’s throat.

He bit his lower lip as his movements grew more deliberate. Slowly, he ground against Taehyung, savoring the unexpected thrill of this little game. It felt like he had Taehyung completely at his mercy—able to tease and edge him without the older man being able to do anything about it, unless he decided to lose the bet.

But Jungkook knew him. Taehyung had pride, and he was just as stubborn. He wasn’t giving in that easily.

“Jungkook…” Taehyung growled, his grip suddenly tightening around Jungkook’s waist, desperate to slow him down. His fingers dug into the skin, drawing a soft, breathy whimper from Jungkook.

But Jungkook didn’t listen and kept grinding against him, feeling the thick, heavy hardness pressing insistently beneath him, demanding his attention.

And with every movement, Taehyung weakened, his hands sliding down from Jungkook’s waist to his hips. This time, he wasn’t trying to stop him—he was guiding him, pulling him closer, helping him move. Pressing him harder against the pulsing heat they both shared.

A surprised moan escaped Jungkook when Taehyung suddenly pinned him against the counter, hips grinding into his with quick, impatient movements, like chasing a high that kept slipping just out of reach.

“F-fuck,” Jungkook breathed, forehead pressing against the cold tile. His warm breath fogged the surface, each exhale coming shakier than the last.

God, it felt so good he was seconds away from begging for more.

“Fucking tease. Is that what you want?” Taehyung growled into his ear, his hips moving faster, almost frantic against Jungkook’s.

“Y-Yes, please,” Jungkook couldn’t help but choke out, his cock twitching violently beneath the thin fabric.

Taehyung let out a deep groan, sinking his teeth into the curve of Jungkook’s neck and leaving a burning bite on his skin.

Then, with sudden force, he pressed Jungkook harder against the counter, making him lose his balance—folding over the cold surface, his chest crashing down as his arms barely caught him.

Taehyung caged him in, pressing his body tightly against Jungkook’s back, hips grinding with eager, relentless friction.

Jungkook could feel the teasing drag of Taehyung’s hardness sliding deliciously between his ass cheeks through their sweatpants, each movement drawing louder, needier moans from his lips with every heated press.

“Tell me, bun” Taehyung rasped, his voice thick with raw lust, “do you want hyung to fuck you?”

The only answer was a broken whimper as Jungkook pushed his hips back harder, arching until he could practically feel the head of Taehyung’s cock teasing right against his entrance, separated only by the thin barrier of their clothes.

Taehyung’s grin deepened as his hand slid down to grab a firm handful of Jungkook’s ass. “So,” he purred, tightening his grip and making Jungkook gasp, arching even more under the sudden squeeze, “does that mean I win?”

The question shattered Jungkook’s daze instantly. His eyes snapped wide open before he spun around, shoving Taehyung away. The older boy stumbled back, surprised but clearly amused.

Jungkook struggled to steady his breath, sweat tracing a cold line down the back of his neck as he took a deep, shaky inhale.

“T-that’s cheating,” he shot back without missing a beat, though his voice wavered just a little.

“Cheating?” Taehyung’s eyebrow quirked up, a slow smirk playing on his lips. “Weren’t you the one who started grinding on me first?”

Jungkook huffed, his cheeks flushing as he turned away again. His fingers clenched the edge of the counter, knuckles white with tension, as if it were the only thing keeping him from collapsing.

He tried to calm the pounding in his chest, willing his heart to stop racing so violently. His mind replayed the relentless, teasing press of Taehyung’s hardness sliding between his ass cheeks, sparking a fire that refused to die down.

Fuck. He’d almost lost control.

He had to pull himself together, stop playing with fire like this. Because at this rate, he was the one who’d end up breaking first.

And hand Taehyung the victory on a silver fucking platter.

✩｡:*•.─────

It was late in the afternoon when Jungkook stood in the hallway of the apartment building, waiting patiently for the elevator. He hummed a soft melody from a song he’d only recently discovered, his teeth lightly nibbling at his lip ring.

He froze mid-note when his body tensed at the sudden contact of an arm sliding around his waist, pulling him back against someone. His head snapped to the side, eyes wide—only to meet Taehyung’s amused gaze.

“Well, well… look who we have here” Taehyung said, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.

“You scared me,” Jungkook breathed, heart skipping a beat as Taehyung’s lips brushed softly against his temple. A quiet, murmured apology followed, and Jungkook couldn’t help the sharp little shiver that ran through him.

He swallowed hard, lingering for a heartbeat in Taehyung’s arms before carefully slipping free. He pressed the elevator button again, watching the floors tick by far too slowly.

“How was your presentation?” Jungkook asked softly, tilting his head to read the older’s expression.

Taehyung’s smile widened. “Good. I nailed it.”

“You already got your results?” Jungkook asked, eyebrows lifting in surprise.

“Nope. I just know I did” Taehyung said with a confident wink, his grin lighting up his face.

“Well then, Mr.‘I’m so sure of myself’” Jungkook teased, cupping Taehyung’s face gently and tilting it toward him, “why don’t we celebrate?” with his other hand, he lifted the plastic bag he was holding.

“With alcohol?” Taehyung asked, spotting the bottles through the thin white plastic.

“Mmh,” Jungkook purred, his voice dipping into a playful, tempting rhythm. “I’ll cook us a nice dinner, and then we’ll watch a movie… with soju and beer.” His hand slid behind Taehyung’s neck, pulling him just a little closer.

Taehyung’s arm slid around his waist, tugging him closer as he exhaled warmly against Jungkook’s lips. “Like always?”

“Like always” Jungkook affirmed with a wide smile, his cute bunny teeth peeking through his rosy lips.

“Like always,” Taehyung echoed once more, before pulling away just enough to murmur, “Then I’ll cancel the steakhouse reservation I made for us tonight.”

Jungkook’s smile dropped instantly, eyes widening in shock. “Wait—what?” he blurted, his voice barely controlled.

The elevator doors slid open

Taehyung didn’t spare Jungkook a glance as he stepped toward the elevator, but before he could reach the doors, Jungkook moved faster, planting himself squarely in the line where the doors would close. One hand braced firmly against the frame, and effectively blocking him.

“What did you just say?” he demanded.

“That I’m going to cancel the restaurant reservation” Taehyung replied evenly.

“You booked us a restaurant?” Jungkook asked, his voice small, as if he could hardly believe what he was hearing.

“Yes.” Taehyung’s hand came up, fingers gently tilting Jungkook’s chin. “After nailing my presentation, I thought I could celebrate by inviting you on a first date.”

Jungkook’s heart jolted, dizzy and warm all at once, as if the floor had dropped beneath him. His wide, stunned eyes searched Taehyung’s face, speechless.

“But it seems like you’d rather stick to our little routine and spend another ordinary night together…”

“Are you fucking stupid?” Jungkook cut him off, grabbing him by the collar and giving a firm tug to close the space between them. “How was I supposed to know you’d already planned something for tonight?”

Taehyung’s lips quirked in amusement, a soft shrug lifting his shoulders. “Well, now you know, don’t you? So are you in, or should I cancel?”

“Of course I’m in” Jungkook said, brows furrowing in a mix of frustration and fluster—an expression that made Taehyung laugh at how impossibly cute he looked.

“Good. Let’s go up and get ready then,” Taehyung murmured, gently pushing Jungkook back and guiding him into the elevator.

Jungkook’s back met the wall with a soft thud, and he froze for a heartbeat, heart hammering.

“S-So we really have a date?” Jungkook asked, voice barely above a whisper, needing that confirmation.

Taehyung hummed low in response, his hands sliding to the small dip of Jungkook’s waist beneath the oversized hoodie. One hand brushed upward, fingertips grazing the curve of his ribs, while his lips hovered near Jungkook’s jaw, brushing softly against the warm skin.

“Are you gonna make yourself pretty for me, bun?”

“Yes” Jungkook whispered. His cheeks bloomed pink as he grew flustered by Taehyung’s closeness, the heat of his body pressed against him and the dark, smoldering look in his eyes.

“You’re always pretty,” Taehyung said softly, lips grazing the side of Jungkook’s neck, “and you always will be the prettiest in my eyes.”

“Shut up” Jungkook muttered, rolling his eyes, though a wide grin spread across his face as his blush deepened.

“Make me,” Taehyung challenged, smirk teasing the edge of his words.

With the hand still gripping Taehyung’s collar, Jungkook gave a sharp tug and crashed their mouths together, stealing a long, slow kiss.

Taehyung groaned low, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, pressing Jungkook harder against the wall. One hand braced against the mirror behind them, caging him in completely, while the other slid along his side, tracing the curve of his waist.

Jungkook’s knees weakened instantly, his arms looping around Taehyung’s neck, clinging tightly just to keep from losing control and sinking to the floor right there. The urge to drop down and worship him with his mouth burned through him like wildfire.

And while Jungkook fought to stay upright, every nerve in his body screaming for more…

Taehyung was wrestling with his own inner demon—the one whispering filthy, tempting things into his ear, words fogging up his mind and lingering dangerously on the tip of his tongue. He was starting to wonder if agreeing to this bet of no sex, but still being allowed to kiss, wasn’t actually the cruelest torture of all.

Because every brush of Jungkook’s lips, every press of his body against Taehyung’s, made it unbearable to hold back.

He slid a hand down to cup Jungkook’s ass, squeezing sharply and drawing a desperate, breathy whine from him. Without giving himself a chance to speak the desires that would make him lose control, he plunged his tongue into Jungkook’s mouth. He claimed him fiercely, devouring every taste and every moan, keeping control the only way he could.

“Taehyung!” Jungkook suddenly gasped, fisting his hair and yanking him back from his lips.

Taehyung’s eyes, heavy-lidded and dark with desire, stayed locked on Jungkook’s flushed face, forehead pressed to his. He slowly leaned in again, clearly intent on driving him even further into a wrecked state.

But Jungkook held him firmly by the hair, whispering not very discreetly “The neighbor.”

Taehyung froze mid-motion, confusion flickering across his features before his body stiffened with awareness.

Another presence had stepped into the elevator. His gaze darted to Jungkook’s wide, panicked eyes, then slowly followed the line of sight, and there, framed by the sliding doors, stood their neighbor.

Why does he always show up at the worst possible moment? Taehyung thought bitterly, just as Jungkook shoved him back, leaving him leaning heavily against the wall.

Their elderly neighbor, wearing the exact same 'why do I always catch you two eating each other’s faces?' expression as last time, cleared his throat and pressed the button for their floor.

The elevator shuddered to life, moving upward.

That’s when Taehyung realized they hadn’t even pressed the button themselves.

They’d been lost in their heated kiss in a motionless elevator, a moment that could have very easily turned into something far more intense if the old man hadn’t shown up when he did.

Now, the ride up felt painfully slow, every second stretching out with an awkward, almost suffocating tension between them.

Taehyung cast a sideways glance at Jungkook, who kept his eyes down, teeth nervously toying with his lip ring as he bit it. Then his gaze flicked to the neighbor, who couldn’t seem to stop checking his watch and running a hand through his thinning hair.

They’d barely passed the second floor when Jungkook suddenly blurted, “how are you, Mr. Lee?”, as if the silence had become too much for him to bear.

Taehyung closed his eyes, a vivid flashback of a similar disaster flickering through his mind.

The neighbor startled slightly at the abrupt break in silence, then gave a soft laugh. “I’m good, Jungkook, thanks. What about you?”

“I’m fine! I… I’m doing super fine, yeah,” Jungkook replied quickly. The old man nodded with a faint smile, mumbling a quiet good.

Taehyung silently prayed that Jungkook would stop talking as his eyes flicked to the floor display—barely the third floor.

“You know… if you’d asked me a few days ago, I would’ve said I wasn’t fine. Because Taehyung and I had a huge fight, and I was so, so sad…”

Taehyung’s eyes widened, his confusion mounting as he turned to stare at Jungkook. The younger didn’t even notice, his gaze fixed straight ahead as if some unstoppable force had taken over, compelling him to overshare.

“Oh” the neighbor said quietly, clearly unsure how to respond to the sudden confession.

“Yeah, we fought like crazy and I hurt him so bad, but I was actually hurting myself too, without even realizing it” Jungkook continued, his voice climbing higher the more he rambled.

Taehyung realized then that the nerves, the embarrassment, and the sudden presence of their neighbor had pushed Jungkook to spill everything that came to mind.

And judging by the way the neighbor was blinking, he was just as lost as he was.

“…thankfully, I realized after a while that I didn’t want Taehyung just for the sex—”

“TMI!” Taehyung coughed sharply, cutting him off.

Jungkook blinked a few times before the color drained from his face. Slowly, he turned to the neighbor, who gave him an awkward smile.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook whispered, before stammering, “Sorry, I… It’s all fine now, so… oh my god.” He groaned, burying his face in his hands, mortified.

Taehyung rolled his eyes.

“Actually, I had noticed something seemed off between you two for a while,” the neighbor said, resting a reassuring hand on Jungkook’s arm, though the younger still didn’t dare look at him. “But I’m glad you sorted everything out yesterday and that things are fine now.”

Jungkook’s head shot up, mumbling, “Wait, how do you know we worked it out yesterday?”

The neighbor quickly let his hand drop, clearing his throat as his eyes darted away. “Well… you’ve got a tendency to, um… make yourself heard when… things get… intense.”

Jungkook’s jaw dropped, and his entire face flushed crimson, the kind of red that made him wish the elevator would just vanish and take him with it.

Taehyung, unable to help himself, let out a sharp, stifled snort, pressing a hand against his mouth as he fought not to laugh outright.

“I—I’m sorry,” the neighbor added hastily, clearly regretting his words already.

“N-No!” Jungkook blurted, bowing deeply. “I’m sorry for being so… uh vocal, I-I promise I’ll try to be quieter in bed!”

“Jungkook-ssi, please” the old man pleaded, clearly mortified.

“Oh, hell no” Taehyung said at the same time, his tone dark with disapproval at this sudden ‘decision.’

Jungkook’s elbow jabbed into his stomach, making Taehyung double over with a grunt.

He shot him a dark glare before turning back to the neighbor, trying to salvage some dignity. “Either way, you won’t be hearing me anymore” he added, his voice shaky but defiant.

The elevator dinged at their floor. The doors slid open, and the neighbor practically bolted, still muttering a faint “Goodness gracious,” as he made a beeline for his apartment.

“Mr. Lee!” Jungkook called, taking a step forward, but Taehyung’s arms wrapped around his waist, holding him firmly in place. “I’m sorry!”

“Jungkook, stop being so goddamn embarrassing and let the poor man go” Taehyung groaned

Mr. Lee paused at his door and turned to them.

“Please, don’t be. I know very well you’re young and full of energy to… consume. So don’t hold back on your desires or whatever else because of poor old people like me. Have a nice day” he said, bowing briefly before disappearing into his apartment.

The sharp click of the door closing hit Jungkook like a snap of reality. His legs went weak, and he slumped into Taehyung’s arms. The older boy tightened his hold, steadying him before he could collapse completely.

A long silence followed, Jungkook staring blankly ahead like a corpse in Taehyung’s hold.

With a sigh, Taehyung pulled him along with one arm while fishing the keys out of his pocket with the other, unlocking their door smoothly.

“What the hell just happened?!” Jungkook suddenly shouted, wrenching himself free and storming inside.

“What did I even say? What did I do?” he repeated, throwing the grocery bag onto the floor before raking his fingers through his hair in panic.

“You just embarrassed yourself more than you ever have in your entire life” Taehyung said flatly as he stepped in behind him, closing the door, only to gasp when Jungkook suddenly grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against it.

“Why the fuck didn’t you stop me?” Jungkook demanded hysterically, eyes wide.

“What exactly was I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know!? I… I fucking told him I’d be less loud in bed—oh my fucking god” he groaned, the memory making him physically cringe.

“Yeah, something you’re definitely not going to do” Taehyung scoffed. “If that old man doesn’t like hearing you scream my name, he can just move.”

“Shut the fuck up, Taehyung! I feel like crying!” Jungkook whined, sinking to his knees, burying his face in his hands. “Why am I like this? Why can’t I ever control my stupid mouth when I’m nervous?”

Taehyung slowly crouched down, his hand gently coming to rest on the top of Jungkook’s head. “Hey… it’s not as bad as you think.”

Jungkook shot him a dark glare, clearly not buying a word of it.

“Alright, it was fucking embarrassing. Like, probably something you’ll never forget for the rest of your li—” He cut himself off when Jungkook’s glare deepened, making it painfully clear he wasn’t helping.

Clearing his throat, he tried again. “It’s an old man—bet he’s gonna sleep and forget the whole thing by tomorrow.”

“This is your fault” Jungkook suddenly muttered, brows still furrowed.

Taehyung frowned right back. “Can you stop twisting every situation to make it my fault when I literally did nothing?”

Without warning, Jungkook lunged, tackling him to the floor and straddling him, his weight pressing deliberately on Taehyung’s hips.

“It is your fault because you’re the one who makes me scream that loud,” Jungkook growled, wrapping his hands loosely around Taehyung’s neck

Taehyung’s eyes darkened as he took a slow moment to drink in the view of Jungkook straddling him, the way his chest rose and fell with every ragged breath, lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed.

A low chuckle rumbled from his throat. “Fuck, look at you, all flustered and fiery” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from Jungkook’s forehead.

Before Jungkook could respond, Taehyung’s hands found his hips, shifting their weight with ease and flipping them over so he hovered above, pressing him gently to the cool tile.

A smug smirk curved his lips. “And I’m damn proud of being the one who makes you scream my name so shamelessly”

“Fuck you.”

“I wish I could, baby” Taehyung replied, pressing a kiss to his cheek before standing up and hauling Jungkook to his feet by the arm. “But that stupid bet is still on, and we’ve got a date.”

Keeping hold of Jungkook’s hand, he spun him around playfully before letting go, but not before landing a sharp smack to his ass.

Jungkook jumped with a startled gasp, heat blooming across his face.

“Go get ready, bun” Taehyung chuckled, watching as Jungkook hurried toward the bedroom.

Even without looking back, the tips of his ears betrayed him, flushed a deep and unmistakable red.

Taehyung knew Jungkook liked to take his sweet time getting ready, so he didn’t bother rushing himself either.

He wandered into the kitchen, grabbed an apple, and settled onto the couch, idly scrolling through his phone while the TV played a series he’d started a few days ago.

Two hours passed, or at least it felt that way.

Taehyung nearly dozed off on the couch, the screen’s glow fading in and out of focus, when movement in the doorway caught his attention.

“Done” Jungkook said, his voice soft and almost shy.

Taehyung looked up, ready to complain about how long Jungkook had taken, especially since he’d told him a million times he looked perfect without putting in half the effort.

But the words died the second his eyes met Jungkook’s.

There was nothing elaborate about his all-black outfit, but the way it draped over him made it impossible for Taehyung not to stare.

Still, it wasn’t the clothes that made his heart skip, it was everything else.

The soft gloss on Jungkook’s lips caught the light just enough to draw attention to the glint of his lip ring. A faint touch of eyeshadow warmed his gaze, and his hair—tied loosely in a ponytail with a few strands falling at the nape of his neck—made him look… breathtakingly delicate.

Taehyung’s throat went dry, forcing him to swallow hard. Without thinking, he set the remote down on the table and rose, moving toward Jungkook with slow steps.

Jungkook looked away, cheeks faintly flushed, the blush spreading from his ears down to his neck, making him look even more vulnerable.

“Jungkook, you’re… you’re—” Taehyung’s voice faltered, his mouth hanging open as he struggled to find the right words.

“Spill it already,” Jungkook whined, still avoiding his gaze.

“I… I need a better word than pretty” Taehyung murmured, his brows furrowing as if the word physically bothered him. He patted his pockets, pulling out his phone. “Wait, maybe there’s a better one—”

“Taehyung,” Jungkook sighed, rolling his eyes as he reached out to catch Taehyung’s wrist, gently lowering the phone. “You’re overreacting.”

“Overreacting?!” Taehyung’s jaw dropped in mock offense. “You appear in front of me like a gorgeous angel, something I could only see in a dream, and I’m overreacting?” His voice softened, eyes roaming over him without shame. “You’re so, so damn beautiful.”

Jungkook’s lips parted slightly, too flustered to respond.

“I really like your hair” Taehyung breathed at last, his voice gentler now. He reached up, brushing his fingers lightly over the strands, careful not to disturb the loose ponytail.

“Thanks hyung” Jungkook mumbled, his cheeks warming under the steady stream of compliments.

Taehyung didn’t stop looking at him, if anything, his gaze softened, drawn to the gentle sparkle in Jungkook’s doe eyes that made him look impossibly adorable.

“I’m seriously considering canceling that reservation” Taehyung said suddenly.

Jungkook’s eyes flew up to meet his, startled. “What? Why?!”

“There’s no way I’m letting anyone else see you like this,” Taehyung declared without hesitation, looping his arms around Jungkook and pulling him close. “You’re way too pretty to be shared with the world tonight.”

Jungkook huffed against his chest, torn between exasperation and a shy, hidden smile. “Taehyung…”

“I have to gatekeep you,” Taehyung insisted dramatically, holding him as if someone might try to steal him away at any second.

A low laugh escaped Jungkook despite himself. “You’re ridiculous. Now go get ready.”

“Let’s just stay like this forever,” he countered, tightening his hold.

“Come on, hyung—” Jungkook wriggled in his arms until he finally slipped free, stepping back with a little pout. “I want to go on this date with you, so stop wasting time.”

For a moment, Taehyung just stared at him, utterly mesmerized. Then he broke into a quick nod. “Okay, okay.”

He stepped forward, cupping Jungkook’s face in both hands and pressing a firm, lingering kiss to his lips. “One hour,” he promised softly against his mouth before dashing toward the bathroom, leaving Jungkook standing there with his heart fluttering.

✩｡:*•.─────

“I have a reservation for two under the name Kim Taehyung” Taehyung said, his voice calm as he addressed the host at the front of the restaurant.

Beside him, Jungkook fidgeted with the silver chain around his neck, his eyes drifting across the interior.

The restaurant was spacious yet intimate, its dim lighting softened by small table lamps that cast warm circles of light, creating little pockets of privacy.

Even though he’d expected the place to be busy on a Friday night, the sheer number of people still caught him off guard. Couples leaned close, speaking in hushed voices over half-finished meals, while a few families lingered together in quiet comfort. The low murmur of conversation mingled with the faint clink of cutlery, wrapping the space in a gentle, familiar hum.

His chest tightened. There were more faces, more eyes, more noise than he’d prepared himself for, and it took him a moment to steady his breathing as his gaze drifted from table to table.

On top of that, Taehyung had chosen a place that was undeniably chic—the kind of chic that screamed expensive. And while Jungkook knew Taehyung was juggling a part-time job alongside his university studies, this restaurant still felt far too extravagant for two third-year students. A pang of guilt settled in his stomach, and he couldn’t help but wonder if saying yes to a date like this had been a mistake.

“Jungkook.” Taehyung’s voice cut through his thoughts, drawing his eyes back to him.

There was a flicker of concern in Taehyung’s gaze, as if he could sense the weight pressing on him. “You okay?” he asked gently.

Jungkook forced a quick nod and curved his lips into a reassuring smile.

Taehyung studied him for a beat longer before answering with one of his own and tilting his head slightly, wordlessly signaling him to follow.

The host led them toward a table tucked deeper into the restaurant, placed near the quieter end of the room. Setting down two menus, he told them he’d be back once they had made their choices, then moved on to another table.

Jungkook was about to take his seat when Taehyung suddenly caught him by the waist, holding him still just a breath away from the chair.

“Tut-tut,” Taehyung tsked softly against his ear, his other hand sliding to the backrest as he pulled the chair out with deliberate flair. He pressed a quick kiss to Jungkook’s temple before stepping back, a smug smile tugging at his lips.

Caught off guard, Jungkook swatted at his shoulder with a flustered huff “you think you’re in a movie or something?”

Taehyung chuckled, lowering himself into the chair across from him. “Nope. Just being a gentleman.”

“Gentleman, my ass” Jungkook muttered, cheeks warming in a soft, rosy flush as he finally sat down.

It wasn’t the first time Taehyung had seen Jungkook embarrassed, but never quite like this—fumbling for composure while the lightest brush of contact sent color racing up his cheeks. There was something about the way Jungkook balanced between shy and bold, like he couldn’t decide which mask to wear, that made Taehyung ache with the reckless urge to stake his claim right there in front of everyone.

Jungkook was his… well, almost.

Not yet, but soon, he promised himself, resting his chin in the cradle of his palm, his gaze lingering on Jungkook with an affection that burned quietly beneath his chest.

Jungkook, blissfully unaware of the way he was being studied, let his fingers trace the slender stem of his wine glass before gliding over the white tablecloth to reach for the menu.

He looked down for only a moment before his eyes suddenly widened. With a sharp movement, he snapped the menu shut, panic flashing in his expression as he looked up at Taehyung.

“What?” Taehyung asked, one brow arching.

Jungkook bit his lip, casting a quick glance around the room to make sure no one could overhear. Then he leaned in and whispered, “Can’t we go eat somewhere else?”

“Why?” Taehyung straightened, confusion knitting his brow. “You don’t like it here?”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just…” Jungkook exhaled before blurting out in one breath, “It’s fucking expensive here.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m paying.” Taehyung said casually, shrugging it off as he picked up the menu again, clearly intending to end the discussion.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at the predictable answer. “Yeah, I knew you were gonna say that—that’s exactly why I’m telling you we should go somewhere else.”

“And spend our first date at some cheap street food stand? Absolutely not” Taehyung shot back firmly, flipping to the next page of the menu, his eyes scanning the wine selection.

“Taehyung, I don’t want you spending the money you worked so hard for all month on just one night with me.”

That made Taehyung pause.

He set the menu down, fingers resting against the leather cover, and lifted his gaze to Jungkook, really looking at him. The restaurant’s golden lighting softened the sharp lines of his face, but his gaze was steady.

“You still don’t get it, Jungkook,” he said quietly, his voice cutting through the background clatter of cutlery and hushed laughter. “I’d empty my wallet a thousand times if it meant making you happy.”

Jungkook blinked, thrown off by the sheer weight behind the words. Something warm and restless stirred in his chest, probably those damn butterflies acting up again. His lips curved into a wobbly half-smile, like he was trying not to melt right into the table.

With a shake of his head, he reached for the menu and muttered, “I’m not letting you pay for everything, though.”

Taehyung’s mouth tugged into a faint smirk, eyes already sliding back to the wine list like he hadn’t just made Jungkook’s heart race out of control.

The waiter returned to their table a few minutes later, jotting their order down in quick, slightly messy strokes across the small notepad in his hand. He collected their menus and told them he’d be right back with their wine.

Two minutes later, he returned with a chilled bottle cradled carefully in one arm. With a flick of his wrist, the cork popped free, the soft sound blending into the low hum of the restaurant. He poured a small measure into Taehyung’s glass first, letting him taste.

When Taehyung gave a small nod of approval, the waiter filled both glasses until the rich red shimmered near the rim, before stepping away with a polite smile.

Gradually, the atmosphere softened. Jungkook found himself loosening up too, the alcohol making it easier to keep his focus on Taehyung instead of the crowd or the absurd prices.

By his third sip, he was talking. He told Taehyung how his parents had suggested, just a few days ago, that he spend the first two weeks of September with them in Cyprus. The words flowed easily at first, and as he reached the point where he was about to ask Taehyung if he’d want to join him, the question sitting right there on the tip of his tongue—

When he noticed Taehyung wasn’t listening. Or rather, he was pretending to, but doing a terrible job at it. Jungkook had stopped talking, and yet Taehyung was still nodding along absentmindedly.

Jungkook frowned, noticing the distracted, heavy-lidded gaze locked somewhere past him.

“I think we should just drop this date and never become boyfriends” Jungkook said flatly, his fingers tightening around his fork.

Taehyung only hummed, nodding absently before finally dragging his eyes back to him. Jungkook shot him an annoyed look.

Taehyung’s brow furrowed, his lips parting like he was about to speak, only to hesitate. Then, in a tone that was anything but certain, he asked, “What?”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched as he snapped his head over his shoulder, determined to see what could possibly steal Taehyung’s attention so completely. His doe eyes met those of a stranger a few feet away, already staring straight at him.

The man smirked knowingly, lips curling before he tipped Jungkook a deliberate wink, as if he’d been waiting for him to look.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” Jungkook muttered under his breath, a low growl threading his words as his glare snapped back to Taehyung, who was already shaking his head frantically.

“You’re seriously flirting with someone else while I’m sitting right here?!” he demanded, disbelief etched across his face.

“No! That’s not it at all,” Taehyung said quickly, panic flickering in his voice as he reached across the table for Jungkook’s hand. But Jungkook pulled away instantly, folding his hands beneath the table and narrowing his eyes.

“Jungkook, please” Taehyung’s voice softened into something almost pleading, clearly desperate to avoid the kind of scene this could turn into. “Do you really think I’d flirt with some loser like that when I’ve got the most beautiful boy in the entire restaurant sitting across from me?”

Jungkook let out a short, skeptical laugh, turning his head away from those puppy eyes, refusing to let himself be swayed by pretty words.

“Jungkook” Taehyung called again, more insistent this time.

“Then why were you staring at him instead of listening to me?” Jungkook pressed, doing his best to keep a pout from forming.

“Bun, I’m sorry, it’s just that he…” Taehyung’s voice faltered, irritation and embarrassment flickering across his features as he scratched the back of his neck and let his gaze drop to the table.

“What!?” Jungkook pushed, forcing him to speak.

Taehyung’s eyes flicked back up to meet his, and he said in a low voice, “It’s not me he wants.”

Jungkook’s brow furrowed, confusion written clearly across his face. “What?”

“That asshole couldn’t stop staring at you” Taehyung admitted grudgingly, his dark eyes snapping back toward the stranger's table. “It’s your attention he’s after, not mine.”

A strange twist of unease knotted in Jungkook’s chest as he shifted in his seat, unprepared for the situation to unfold this way. His fingers brushed the stem of his half-finished wine glass, the red liquid catching the soft light, before he dared a careful glance over his shoulder.

Just like before, the man’s gaze was locked on him, but now Jungkook finally understood Taehyung had been telling the truth. The stranger wasn’t watching Taehyung at all; every ounce of his attention was on him.

Jungkook’s brows furrowed in confusion when the man’s smile widened, a glint of triumph sparkling in his eyes, before he sent another slow wink his way.

“Don’t” Taehyung growled, low and sharp enough to make Jungkook jerk his head back toward him.

“Don’t give him the pleasure of having your pretty eyes on him, bun” he added, his voice dangerously cold. The words alone made Jungkook swallow hard, nodding obediently without daring to speak.

A shiver ran down Jungkook’s spine, his heartbeat spiking when he caught Taehyung’s icy glare sweep over the stranger. Every muscle in his jaw tensed with how tightly he was clenching them, radiating a quiet, feral warning that made Jungkook’s chest tighten in equal parts fear and awe.

This… this was new. Jungkook had never seen Taehyung like this—not even knew he could be this jealous.

Possessive? Yes. Jungkook had the fading marks on his skin to prove it, every bruise and hickey left after Taehyung had claimed him in their own way. But this? This level of jealousy was something entirely different.

And while there was undeniably a part of him that found it so much hotter seeing Taehyung like this, all sharp edges and unshakable claim. There was no way he was going to let some random guy, who thought he even had a chance with him, ruin their night.

Jungkook finally cleared his throat and gave a gentle nudge to Taehyung’s leg under the table, drawing his attention back.

Taehyung’s gaze shifted to him, holding for a moment before softening, as if he suddenly remembered where he was.

“There’s no point in glaring at him like that,” Jungkook murmured.

“I have to make sure he knows you’re not an option” Taehyung mumbled with a frown.

“I am not,” Jungkook reassured softly, offering a small smile. Slowly, his hand slid across the table to cover Taehyung’s, giving it a light squeeze. “I’m with you, hyung. No one could ever take me away from you.”

Taehyung’s eyes dropped to their intertwined hands, momentarily silent, unsure what to say.

For a heartbeat, Jungkook thought he’d imagined it, but then he saw it. A faint, warm blush spreading across Taehyung’s cheeks, slowly deepening into a soft, unmistakable flush.

Jungkook’s lips parted in surprise, his chest tightening with an odd mix of fondness and delight. “you’re blushing,” he couldn’t help but point out.

Taehyung’s head snapped up, eyes widening before he coughed abruptly, trying—and failing—to hide it. “No the fuck I’m not,” he shot back, way too fast.

But Jungkook just stared, fascinated, a wide grin tugging at his lips. It wasn’t every day he got to see Taehyung flustered over something so small.

With a low groan, Taehyung grabbed the still-cold wine bottle and pressed it to his cheek, hoping it might erase the stubborn warmth spreading across his face.

“I’m not blushing. Look away.”

“You’re so cute,” Jungkook teased, a soft laugh spilling from him before breaking into a louder, boyish giggle that earned a few curious glances from nearby tables.

“Shut up,” Taehyung hissed sharply, but the pink in his cheeks only deepened, betraying him completely.

“Look at you,” Jungkook cooed, still laughing.

Taehyung let out a whine before flopping his head onto the table with a soft thud, embarrassment climbing all the way to the tips of his ears—which only made Jungkook laugh harder. He was seconds away from tipping out of his chair from how much he was cracking up.

Their little bubble was broken by the server, who arrived with their plates in hand, clearing his throat to get their attention. Taehyung straightened immediately, and Jungkook stifled his laughter, though the amused curve of his lips lingered as the server set down the dishes.

The moment Jungkook laid eyes on the perfectly marbled Hanwoo ribeye steak, his pupils widened, and his eyes practically sparkled, as if the world had just lit up for him. The sweet, savory aroma hit his nose, making his stomach somersault and his mouth water uncontrollably.

His fingers hovered over the table, curling around his knife and fork, ready to dive in the instant the waiter finished placing the side dishes and explaining every detail of the meal. Taehyung barely had time to thank the waiter before his attention snapped back to Jungkook. The younger had already taken a massive bite.

Taehyung’s heart fluttered as he watched him, almost embarrassingly attentive, as if he had cooked the steak himself. He waited anxiously, trying to read Jungkook’s expression for a verdict.

Jungkook chewed once, then twice, his eyes scanning the table as if analyzing every bite. For a moment, his face gave nothing away, and Taehyung’s chest tightened with doubt. Maybe the steak wasn’t worth all the hype after all.

But suddenly, Jungkook’s chewing picked up, brows furrowing in concentration, before he let out a long, satisfied groan. His wide, doe-like eyes met Taehyung’s, a brief, blank moment giving way to a slow, blissful closing of his eyes as pleasure etched itself into his expression.

Relief and amusement washed over Taehyung, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

Jungkook didn’t waste a second before cutting another bite, shoving it into his mouth and smacking his forehead with his palm, letting out another unmistakable sound of delight.

Anyone watching might have thought Jungkook was possessed, when in reality, this was just the most natural reaction he could have to truly exceptional food.

“Hyung, hyung—you have to taste this,” Jungkook said, still chewing, his words slightly muffled. Without waiting for a response, he stabbed another bite of steak and held out his fork toward Taehyung, eyes sparkling with excitement.

Taehyung leaned forward, letting Jungkook feed him. As the fork touched his lips, he couldn’t help but notice the way Jungkook’s gaze held him, bright, eager.

He took the bite slowly, letting the rich, buttery flavor settle on his tongue. His eyes widened, and he let out a small, impressed gasp. “Damn, you weren’t exaggerating at all!?”

“I know, right? I know, right?” Jungkook laughed, bouncing slightly on his chair.

The two of them dug in, eating as if it had been years since their last proper meal. Between bites, they exchanged comments and shared their appreciation for every dish.

Taehyung, unable to help himself, kept sliding extra pieces onto Jungkook’s plate, smiling whenever he saw the younger eat with such pure happiness. The warmth in his chest was already overflowing, an ache of affection that made him want to hold onto this moment forever.

“Do you still have room for dessert?” Taehyung asked after watching Jungkook swallow the last spoonful of rice.

Jungkook nodded eagerly at first, curiosity sparkling in his gaze. But then his expression faltered, a frown tugging at his lips as he slowly shook his head.

Taehyung let out a knowing sigh. “Jungkook, if this is about money again, I swear I’ll order every dessert on the menu whether you like it or not.” he said, dead serious.

Jungkook crossed his arms and slumped back in his chair, a small pout forming as he sulked.

He lowkey didn’t like it when Taehyung acted like some rich CEO when, in reality, he was just a damn uni student.

Satisfied with himself once again, and with the fact that Jungkook didn’t seem to be complaining anymore, Taehyung discreetly called over the waiter and quietly asked if they could have the dessert menu.

The man nodded, and within moments their table was swiftly cleared, the empty plates whisked away. Another server appeared soon after, laying down fresh dessert forks and spoons with quiet precision before finally placing the menu in front of them.

Jungkook flipped it open and absently let his eyes skim over the words before glancing up at Taehyung, who was focused on reading his own.

“Hyung.”

Taehyung lifted his gaze, eyebrows raised in silent question.

“There’s something I wanted to ask you earlier,” Jungkook said, the tips of his fingers fidgeting slightly with the corner of the menu. He watched Taehyung tilt his head in silent encouragement, those unwavering eyes fixed entirely on him, showing he had all of his attention.

“I might go to Cyprus with my parents in September, before classes start again.”

“Oh.” Taehyung’s voice came out sharper than he intended, a brief pause lingering as he processed the news. He gave a slow nod, then glanced down at the menu, his fingers tracing the edge absentmindedly. “How long will you be gone?” he asked quietly, as if testing the words.

Jungkook shrugged. “A week and a half… maybe two? I don’t know yet. They haven’t really told me how everything’s gonna work.”

“Cool,” Taehyung said with a small smile, careful to keep his tone light. “I hope you send me plenty of pictures while you’re there and that you have fun. I’ve heard Cyprus is a beautiful country.”

That was a lie. Taehyung had never heard a single thing about the place—he didn’t even know where it was on a map. But knowing Jungkook would be somewhere far away, without him, made his thoughts twist in ways he didn’t particularly want to feel.

“It’s actually an island” Jungkook corrected with a faint smile.

“Whatever,” Taehyung muttered, lifting the menu to hide his face, his eyes fixed on the gold lettering like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook called softly.

“What,” the other replied flatly, still refusing to lower the menu that was now serving as a wall between them.

“Taehyungie-hyung,” Jungkook tried again, one eyebrow quirking as he grinned, watching Taehyung freeze. The elder’s fingers clenched around the menu so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“You don’t exactly look thrilled about this news,” Jungkook said, clearly amused.

Taehyung let out a short laugh, mumbling, “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re going on vacation with your parents… halfway across the world… without me. I’m totally—”

He trailed off when Jungkook reached across the table, gently taking his wrist and lowering it so Taehyung’s face reappeared from behind the menu.

“Oh wow,” Jungkook said, smirking, “such a happy frown you’ve got there, hyung.” His eyes shone, drinking in the raw, unfiltered expression on Taehyung’s face.

“I’m sorry, I’m really trying to be happy for you...” he said, looking slightly embarrassed.

Jungkook shook his head with a laugh. “Let me finish first. Then you can share your real feelings about all this.”

Taehyung shrugged, surrendering to the inevitable, he was going to sulk no matter how Jungkook spun this oh-so-wonderful trip with his parents.

“So, the thing I actually wanted to ask you,” Jungkook said slowly, letting each word linger just enough to build a little suspense, “is if you’d want to come with me.”

Taehyung immediately frowned, his mouth falling open as he straightened slightly in his seat. He replayed the words in his head to make sure he had heard them right.

“What!?”

Jungkook chuckled before saying, “I’m asking if you want to come with me and my parents to Cyprus.”

“You want me to come with you?” Taehyung mumbled, still in disbelief, before frowning again. “Why?”

“What do you mean, why?” Jungkook shot back with a frown of his own

“You’re telling me your parents planned a vacation with you, and suddenly you’re asking if I want to tag along?” he said quickly, tilting his head. “Do they even know you’re inviting me?”

Jungkook shook his head. “I’ll tell them,” he reassured.

“And they’ll say yes?” Taehyung asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t they?” Jungkook replied, sounding almost offended by the doubt.

Taehyung stared at him for a moment, thinking he was taking this whole thing way too lightly. Then a very important detail crossed his mind, making him sigh and rub his forehead with his fingertips.

“Are we going to have to hide our relationship and pretend we’re just… two guys hanging out?” he asked carefully, making sure Jungkook understood exactly what he meant.

His parents didn’t know about their relationship, or about Jungkook’s sexuality. Taehyung wasn’t about to blindly accept the invitation and risk a full-blown disaster the moment one of Jungkook’s parents caught their beloved son being thoroughly kissed by the man they thought was just his roommate.

Jungkook stared at him blankly for a moment before picking up one of the small dessert spoons, spinning it deftly between his fingers as if mesmerized.

“I was planning on telling them,” he admitted softly, eyes still locked on the spinning silver.

Taehyung blinked, caught off guard, then shook his head slowly. “Are you sure about that?”

Jungkook paused, looking up at Taehyung with a tentative smile. “Yes, I think telling my parents would be the first baby step toward fully accepting who I am… I guess,” he said, his voice trailing off, as if testing the words aloud.

Taehyung’s chest tightened at the vulnerability in that quiet confession.

“Jungkook, I just hope you’re not forcing yourself when you say that. This isn’t small” he said gently, a flicker of worry shadowing his otherwise steady expression. Pride swelled in him too—pride that Jungkook was even considering taking this step—but the thought of it going wrong, of disappointment or misunderstanding creeping in, made his heart clench.

“I’m not, don’t worry,” Jungkook replied lightly, though the faint warmth in his smile betrayed a mix of nerves and excitement. “I’m sure they won’t see anything wrong with it. Besides, they’ve always liked you.”

Taehyung let out a soft laugh, more nervous than amused. “I’ve only met your parents three times,” he murmured, “and every time, I was just, the ‘nice roommate.’ Nothing more.”

The younger rolled his eyes before lightly smacking the back of Taehyung’s hand with the spoon, making Taehyung let out a small whine and clutch his hand to his chest with a confused pout.

“Stop seeing everything in a negative light and trust me, will you?” Jungkook chided gently

Taehyung rubbed the back of his hand where it had been tapped and nodded slowly.

“We still have three months before the trip,” Jungkook continued, his hopeful gaze practically radiating from his face. “Don’t worry hyung, everything will be fine. We’ll discover Cyprus together.”

Taehyung nodded again, his brow furrowed in confusion when Jungkook suddenly extended his hand toward him.

“Your hand,” Jungkook said simply

Taehyung narrowed his eyes, hesitating for a moment, unsure of what Jungkook intended.

Finally, he slowly placed his hand over Jungkook’s, their palms meeting as warmth spread and their fingers curled together, fitting naturally like they had always belonged. Jungkook’s gaze never wavered, fixed on Taehyung as if he could see straight into him.

Then, with deliberate gentleness, Jungkook brought their joined hands to his lips, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to the back of Taehyung’s hand.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, exhaling softly as he closed his eyes, lips lingering over Taehyung’s knuckles. The delicate warmth of his skin beneath his mouth stirred a slow, insistent fire deep inside him. When he opened his eyes again, Taehyung’s gaze was completely hooded, locked on him with a desire that sank straight into Jungkook’s gut.

Boldly, he let the tip of his tongue trace the curve between Taehyung’s knuckles, teasing the sensitive skin. Taehyung’s body shivered, a soft groan threatening to escape as he shifted in his seat.

Around them, the restaurant buzzed with diners, but it was as if they had vanished, lost in a private world of heat and longing.

Taehyung’s chest tightened, a low, shocked hiss slipping past his teeth as he realized just how bold Jungkook was being in front of all these strangers. But beneath the surprise, a raw, aching heat unfurled through him, coiling tight in his stomach.

When Jungkook leaned in again, lips pressing open-mouthed against his skin, tongue tracing a slick, teasing trail, Taehyung’s control shattered. In his mind, he grabbed him, pressed him down onto the table, and fucked him so hard that the world around them vanished. The diners disappeared, the clatter of plates muted, every soft murmur of conversation faded—leaving only Jungkook’s needy, gasping moans filling the air.

God, he wanted to show everyone that this angel-faced boy was anything but innocent. That every soft gasp, every wide-eyed glance, hid a feral hunger. One that Taehyung ached to satisfy completely, to break and rebuild him in a rush of heat and desperate pleasure, until Jungkook was trembling and crying from being pushed to the edge and beyond.

His free hand pinched at his own thigh under the table, a futile attempt to shake himself out of the filthy daydream before he drowned in it completely, or worse, acted on it without thinking.

When he blinked, his hand had slipped from Jungkook’s grasp, now resting abandoned on the cool surface of the table. He looked up to see Jungkook casually flipping through the menu, utterly unbothered as if nothing provocative had just happened.

“I don’t know what to get for dessert,” Jungkook said with a slight pout.

You’re the one I’m going to devour for dessert, you little brat, Taehyung thought darkly, sending an annoyed glare at the boy who was acting far too innocent after just driving him wild.

“Gentlemen, have you made your choice?” the waiter asked, notebook in hand, ready to take their order.

Jungkook let out a small, exaggerated sigh as he set the menu down, then looked up at the waiter with a mischievous grin. “I’ll have whatever he gets,” he said, tilting his head toward Taehyung, who blinked at him in mild confusion, still a little dazed.

The waiter’s gaze shifted to Taehyung, expectant.

Clearing his throat, Taehyung grabbed the menu and skimmed over it, his eyes darting nervously across the text. “Uh…” he murmured, feeling a bead of sweat slide down the back of his neck.

Beneath the table, a foot slid against him, slow and deliberate, and Taehyung’s mind immediately went blank. Every nerve in his body ignited, the warmth creeping up his inner thigh making it impossible to focus on anything else. He knew exactly whose foot it was.

His eyes snapped up to glare at Jungkook, who merely grinned, eyes glittering with wicked amusement.

“Come on, hyung,” Jungkook teased softly, the movement of his foot teasingly slow as it traced a torturous line up Taehyung’s thigh, brushing closer and closer to the apex of heat he was trying desperately to ignore. “What’s it gonna be for dessert tonight?”

“Fucking brat,” Taehyung ground out through clenched teeth, barely audible to the waiter but perfectly clear to Jungkook, who read the frustration like an open book.

“Sir?” the waiter prompted, breaking the tense silence.

Taehyung snapped the menu shut with a sharp clap.

“Two crème brûlées” he announced firmly, his gaze never breaking from Jungkook’s as the waiter jotted the order down, collected the menus and walked away.

Leaning slightly forward, Taehyung growled lowly “Keep playing with me, and see if you can handle it the day I finally fuck the brattiness out of you.”

The smirk tugging at Jungkook’s lips faltered just a fraction as a shiver ran through him. His thighs instinctively pressed together, shifting in his seat as he tried—unsuccessfully—not to think about exactly how Taehyung might put him in his place.

Of course, he wasn’t about to let Taehyung see just how much it affected him. So, he chuckled, sitting up straighter.

“My, sharing such filthy desires at the table? You must be desperately needy, hyung,” he said lightly, savoring the way Taehyung’s jaw tightened in response.

Taehyung smirked in return, resting his elbows on the table and clasping his hands together. “Don’t act like you’re unaffected, bun. Look at those ears, the way you squirm like a bitch in heat. It’s painfully obvious you’re just as desperate as me.”

Then, leaning closer, his voice dropped to a husky whisper that grazed Jungkook’s ear, “need hyung to fill that pretty hole of yours and ram your sweet spot until the only thing you can do is scream my name?”

Jungkook suddenly shoved his chair back, the legs screeching against the floor and earning a few puzzled glances from nearby tables. His wide eyes, however, stayed fixed on Taehyung, who only leaned back with a faintly amused smile, one brow arched in a silent tease.

“I–I need to… the bathroom,” Jungkook blurted, his voice unsteady before he all but fled, his steps betraying a faint tremor.

Taehyung trailed after him with a quiet chuckle, but the sound died in his throat when his gaze slipped lower, and froze.

Fuck.

The faint swell straining against his pants made his jaw clench. This wasn’t supposed to happen tonight.

He dragged in a sharp breath, trying to shove the heat back down, but the thought betrayed him instantly: Jungkook, spread wide across clean white sheets, voice breaking as he begged for more. The image pulsed so vividly that Taehyung had to shut his eyes, fighting the ache curling through his body.

Taehyung pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, blocking out the restaurant in a wash of black. He stayed there for a long moment, breathing slow, until he finally let go and blinked against the light. His gaze drifted lazily across the room—

Then stopped dead.

His stomach plummeted.

The chair was empty.

Instantly, his pulse spiked. He scanned the table again, desperate to tell himself he was wrong. But no, the guy was gone, his seat abandoned, while his two friends still sat there laughing and drinking, perfectly at ease.

Taehyung’s chest constricted. He could picture the asshole’s face as clearly as if it were etched into his memory, the smug way he’d been eyeing Jungkook earlier, shameless in his attempts to catch his attention. The very same guy who now wasn’t at the table anymore.

He tried to breathe, but the air felt suddenly heavy, almost impossible to pull into his lungs. A cold sweat ran down his back as a bad feeling twisted in his gut.

That asshole was gone.

And it lined up exactly with the moment Jungkook had left the table.

“Fuck,” Taehyung hissed under his breath, realization hitting like a punch as he shoved his chair back and stood in one swift motion.

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Jungkook slammed the door shut with a huff, stomping toward the sink until his reflection met him in the mirror.

What stared back looked utterly wrecked. His lips hung parted, his cheeks flushed with a natural blush—one that burned hotter at the thought that Taehyung had seen the exact same thing before he stormed off.

His fingers tightened on the edge of the sink, knuckles whitening as the thought sank in. Taehyung had worked him up this badly, with nothing but a few well-placed words. Words that had flipped the dynamic when he was supposed to be the one in control.

He shut his eyes for a moment, then opened them and twisted the tap. Water gushed out with force, its steady rush echoing in the silent bathroom. He slid his hands beneath the cool stream, bending forward to splash it against his burning face. Again, and again, two, three times—each shock of cold barely touching the fire crawling under his skin.

Shutting off the tap, he reached for the paper towels from the dispenser beside the mirror, patting his face dry.

“Alright, Jungkook. You need to calm the fuck down and stop playing with Taehyung—unless you want to lose that stupid bet,” he muttered, tone clipped with self-control.

“Control yourself,” he scolded his reflection, pointing a finger at it, his reflection pointing it right back at him.

The soft click of the bathroom door opening and closing pulled his attention instantly. His eyes flicked toward the sound, landing on the stranger who had tried flirting with him earlier.

Oh, great, Jungkook thought bitterly, turning his gaze back to the mirror and refusing to give him even an ounce of attention.

The slow shuffle of footsteps echoed against the tiled walls, a faint, steady rhythm that seemed to sync perfectly with the thudding of Jungkook’s own heart.

Jungkook stood frozen, doe eyes locked on his own reflection, not daring to move a single muscle. He wanted to be invisible, completely unnoticed, until the stranger disappeared into a stall. Then, maybe, he could slip out quietly.

But feeling invisible was impossible when the weight of the man’s gaze burned into the back of his head.

The footsteps stopped.

Jungkook’s stomach dropped.

In the mirror, a second reflection appeared behind him—the stranger, lips curling into a smile that didn’t belong to anyone sane.

This is bad, Jungkook thought, the two of them locked in a stillness so sharp it made the air feel heavier. The longer the moment stretched, the more nervous heat bubbled inside him, rising like a volcano about to erupt.

His hands, resting once again on the cold porcelain of the sink, tightened their grip, grounding him, trying to keep control over the emotions that always seemed to spike too quickly.

He had no intention of speaking to this man. His presence alone was enough to set off every alarm in Jungkook’s body.

Which was why it made no sense when his head turned of its own accord, his voice spilling out before he could stop it.

“Do you need something?”

The words sounded fragile, too loud, alien in his own ears. His heart hammered as soon as they left him, shame and fear spiking like electricity through his veins.

Damn it, he cursed inwardly.

“Well,” the man replied in a low voice, deep and smooth like the devil himself, “since you were kind enough to ask, I suppose I shouldn’t hold back. There is indeed something I want.”

The man closed the distance again, stepping dangerously closer to Jungkook.

Not liking the idea of having his back to a potential threat, Jungkook spun on his heel, only to instinctively step back and be rudely reminded there was a damn sink right behind him. His ass bumped against the cold edge, trapping him in place.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, eyes darting around, realizing just how trapped he was.

“Oh? Trying to run away?” the man asked, mock offense dripping from his tone. He stopped directly in front of Jungkook, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “And here I thought you were going to help me.”

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“I never said I’d be the one to help you,” Jungkook replied, lifting his head, only for his eyes to widen the moment he truly took in the man’s presence.

This guy was huge. Jungkook had to tilt his head just to meet his gaze. And if towering over him wasn’t intimidating enough, he was built like a wall, all broad shoulders and thick arms, his T-shirt straining as if one wrong move would split the seams.

Jungkook couldn’t stop the shaky breath that escaped him. His hand gripped the sink behind him tighter.

“What’s wrong, princess? You look a little pale”

Jungkook’s stomach twisted at the nickname, each syllable sliding off the man’s tongue like a taunt. “Don’t call me that,” he growled lowly

“What? Princess?” the stranger asked, clearly entertained, one brow lifting. “It suits you perfectly, though,” he added in a husky voice, his hand moving dangerously close to Jungkook’s face.

Jungkook slapped it away before it could even graze a strand of his hair, shooting him a glare sharp enough to cut.

“You’ve got some bite,” the man said, his tone almost pleased.

“Too bad for you, I don’t swing that way,” Jungkook shot back before thinking, trying to put some distance between himself and the man with words. Anything to make him lose interest, anything to get him to back the fuck off.

But it wasn’t that simple. The man only laughed, a low chuckle shaking his shoulders as he gave a slow shake of his head. That smug smile was so infuriating Jungkook had to resist the urge to spit right in his face.

“And what? You’re gonna tell me that guy sitting across from you at the table was just a friend?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook replied quickly.

“Don’t lie to me, princess,” he purred, stepping closer. Jungkook wanted to move back, but his lower back was already pressed to the sink, practically ready to climb on top of it just to keep the distance.

“Your lovely boyfriend looked about two seconds away from stabbing me with the steak knife in front of him just because I was admiring you,” the man said, voice dripping with amusement.

Jungkook’s glare sharpened instantly. “Then don’t you think you’d end up in an even worse situation if he saw you cornering me like this?”

“Oh, definitely,” he confirmed, nodding seriously, before a smirk tugged at his lips. “But isn’t that the most exciting part? Being able to touch and play with something that already belongs to someone else.”

“You can keep dreaming if you think I’m the type to let you,” Jungkook spat, fists clenching at his sides.

“Yeah, right,” the man growled, his gaze sliding shamelessly down Jungkook’s body, like he was claiming every inch with his eyes alone. “Show me what you’re made of, baby. It’ll leave more to my imagination about what you’re like in bed.”

Jungkook froze. he words hit him like a punch, fear and tension knotting in his stomach. This guy was a complete sadist.

His throat bobbed in a hard swallow, dry and tight, mind racing at a thousand miles an hour, searching for any escape route. Talking wouldn’t work. Threats wouldn’t work. Every instinct screamed at him to move, but his body refused to obey, frozen under the weight of the man’s gaze.

So, Jungkook saw only one possible solution.

Before he could overthink it, he sent a perfect right hook straight for the man’s smiling face—putting in enough force to break his jaw.

But just as Jungkook thought he’d caught him off guard, his punch stopped barely a few centimeters from its target. His wide eyes snapped to his own hand, caught mid-air in the stranger’s iron grip.

“Wha—” he stammered, completely thrown off.

“You don’t land a surprise hit on a boxer that easily, princess” the man chided softly. His eyes sparkled with something dark, almost thrilled by the flicker of fear he saw flash across Jungkook’s face.

“L–let go, asshole!”

The man’s grip on Jungkook’s wrist tightened, sending a sharp jolt of pain up his arm and forcing a low, involuntary whimper from his lips. Before he could react, the stranger yanked him forward, snatching his other wrist and shoving him back with brutal force.

Jungkook’s back slammed into the cold wall, the impact knocking the air from his lungs. Both of his wrists were pinned high above his head, trapped in a vice-like hold.

The man’s strength was so much greater than his own that he could hold him there with just one hand.

“I think we’ve talked enough,” the man breathed, his free hand sliding deliberately along the lines of Jungkook’s body before giving his waist a sharp squeeze.

“Now… where were we? Ah, right—where you were going to help me get what I want. Isn’t that so?”

Jungkook’s breathing grew ragged, panic flooding over every other thought, clouding reason. His mind scrambled for an escape but found nothing. All he could do was stare back at the man in pure horror.

“I was just thinking about those pretty lips wrapped around me while you’re choking on my cock.”

His hand gripped Jungkook’s chin, forcing his head up. “And I want you looking at me with those eyes the entire time.”

“Try it, and I’ll bite your dick off before you even get the chance to feel me around you,” Jungkook snapped, even as his heartbeat thundered in his ears.

The man pressed his forehead against Jungkook’s, then slammed his body into him, crushing him harder against the wall.

“You have no idea how much you turn me on,” he said in a low, heavy tone, his hazy gaze fixed on the younger man like he was his ultimate meal.

“Get the fuck off me,” Jungkook growled, twisting and trying to push him away.

“What do you think your boyfriend would do,” the man taunted, “if he walked in right now and found you completely used up by me? Tell me, what kind of state would he be in?”

Jungkook’s throat went dry as the man’s filthy hands slid lower, delivering a sharp pinch to his ass. He bit down on his tongue, refusing to give him even the smallest sound of satisfaction, though the man’s dark eyes stayed locked on him, daring him to break.

“How about I start by biting your neck until it bleeds, and leave marks that’ll last more than a week?” the stranger chuckled, his nose brushing against Jungkook’s cheek.

“D-don’t you fucking dare,” Jungkook snarled, now moving more urgently to get free.

But the man easily held him in place, still rubbing his nose against him before trailing lower, down toward the vulnerable stretch of Jungkook’s exposed neck. His grin spread wide, teeth grazing dangerously along Jungkook’s skin.

Jungkook felt powerless. Trapped in another man’s grip, unable to break free while that bastard touched him however he pleased—it made him sick to his stomach. Sick of the man. Sick of himself. All he wanted was to disappear, to erase this moment from existence, to wish away the night that had started out so perfectly with Taehyung.

His eyelids fluttered rapidly as tears began to prick at the corners of his eyes. But Jungkook lifted his chin, jaw tight. There was no way in hell he was letting even a single tear fall for this piece of shit.

A wet tongue dragged across his neck and Jungkook’s eyes clenched shut, a gag rising in his throat at the sensation.

“You taste so good,” the man murmured. “Makes me wonder if your blood tastes just as sweet.”

[✮]

Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, ready to spit out a protest, but the words caught in his throat when his gaze fell on a figure a few meters away.

Taehyung.

Seeing him hit Jungkook like a jolt straight to the chest. Fists clenched and muscles taut, Taehyung’s dark, sharp eyes radiated a calm, unyielding intensity that left no room for doubt.

Relief surged through Jungkook, his chest swelling as he stared at him, seeing nothing less than an angel sent to save him. The wave of hope and safety was so overwhelming that it almost made him forget the man pressing him against the wall with teeth grazing his neck.

Jungkook opened his mouth to speak but froze when Taehyung raised a finger to his lips, silently telling him not to give away his presence. Those wide, doe eyes blinked up at him in confusion, wondering what Taehyung was planning, until his attention was yanked back to the man holding him when he felt teeth press into the hollow of his neck.

“Wait—wait, wait!” Jungkook blurted out quickly, his voice cracking high at the end.

The stranger sighed and lifted his head, giving him a questioning look. Jungkook offered an innocent smile before warning, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you… or you’ll regret it. Badly.”

The man only chuckled darkly. “Trust me, I won’t regret a damn thing when I see your neck covered in my hickeys.”

“Keep going, and your whole body’s gonna end up marked too, and it won’t be with hickeys.” Jungkook shot back in a low, threatening tone.

“I can’t wait to see you try,” the man whispered before his mouth claimed Jungkook’s neck again.

But before his teeth could pierce Jungkook’s neck, a loud thunk echoed off the marble walls.

The man’s grip on Jungkook’s wrists loosened as a sudden force slammed into the back of his head. He staggered forward, crushing Jungkook briefly against the wall before his body slid off, tumbling to the floor with a heavy thud.

Jungkook blinked down at the unconscious figure sprawled at his feet, then slowly lifted his gaze to find a furious Taehyung staring at the body with pure hatred, his jaw clenched so tightly it could have cracked.

“Sh–shit… you hit him with that!?” Jungkook stammered in a mix of disbelief and awe, finally noticing the ceramic soap dispenser gripped in Taehyung’s hand.

Taehyung glanced at the object, then shrugged with cold indifference. “Couldn’t find anything better to crack his skull with.”

Jungkook let out a shaky exhale, slowly shaking his head. His eyes couldn’t help but drift back down to the unconscious man on the floor. “You think he’s dead?” he whispered, afraid that saying it any louder might somehow make it true.

He felt Taehyung lean in closer beside him, eyes scanning the body before whispering back, “I hope he is.”

Jungkook’s head snapped toward him, brows knitting in alarm, before landing a light punch on his arm. “That’s not funny! What if he is? You’d spend the rest of your life in prison!”

Taehyung stared at him silently, his gaze tracing over every detail of Jungkook’s face before blinking sharply.

Something shifted in him, a snap out of the haze, a sudden awareness of what had just happened. The tension in his hands released, and the soap dispenser slipped from his fingers, crashing to the floor.

The sharp sound of ceramic shattering against the tiles, followed by pieces scattering in every direction, made the younger flinch in surprise.

Before he could even speak, strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him flush against a solid chest. Taehyung held him tightly, unyielding, as if daring the world to touch him now. Every heartbeat pressed against Jungkook’s own, and the sheer force of it left him breathless.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung asked, slightly out of breath.

“I am, now that you’re here,” Jungkook murmured, his words soft against the warmth of Taehyung’s chest.

He startled slightly when Taehyung tugged him closer, guiding him away from the wall, his legs nearly stumbling over the unconscious figure on the floor.

“Let me see you properly,” Taehyung said urgently, guiding him into better lighting in the bathroom.

His hands cupped Jungkook’s face gently, thumbs brushing along his cheeks as his eyes scanned every detail. Slowly, they trailed down to his neck. Relief washed over him at the sight of smooth, unmarked skin, glowing pale under the bathroom light.

Taehyung couldn’t help but release a deep sigh of relief. He didn’t want to imagine the horror it would have been, not just for him, but for Jungkook as well, to bear any trace of that bastard on his body.

“This is the last time I ever let you out of my sight,” Taehyung said, his eyes heavy with regret as they lingered on Jungkook.

“Hyung, it’s not your fault,” Jungkook reassured him softly, his hand brushing gently against Taehyung’s cheek. “I’m okay now.”

“Still, I shouldn’t have let you leave alone when I knew an asshole like that was in the restaurant.”

“Stop. You couldn’t have known.”

“H-he touched you,” Taehyung blurted, his voice breaking before he could stop himself—instantly regretting the words when he felt Jungkook stiffen in his arms.

“I’m okay,” Jungkook whispered after a beat, his throat working as he swallowed hard, the sick, vivid memory of the man’s hands flashing sharply in his mind.

Taehyung studied him in silence, knowing full well Jungkook wasn’t as okay as he was trying to seem. And no matter how many times Jungkook told him it wasn’t his fault, Taehyung couldn’t stop blaming himself, feeling more than partly responsible for what had happened.

He leaned in, brushing his lips softly against Jungkook’s cheek before mumbling, “Do you want me to rip that asshole’s tongue out of his mouth for you?”

He heard Jungkook let out a small giggle at the words before looping his arms around Taehyung’s neck. “I told you it’s not funny,” he said lightly.

“I’m serious,” Taehyung replied with a frown, grunting when Jungkook gave him a firm jab to the chest.

His fist stayed there, pressed against him, before his hand slowly opened and lay flat over Taehyung’s heart, feeling the deep and hard thump of its beat beneath his palm.

But the moment was abruptly cut short when Jungkook shoved Taehyung away.

The older one stumbled, crashing into the sink, and looked up in confusion. His eyes widened the instant he noticed the man he had thought was knocked out slowly pushing himself upright.

Taehyung opened his mouth in alarm, but was cut off by a sickening crack as Jungkook’s boot connected with the man’s face, likely shattering the bones of his nose into pieces. The man collapsed heavily onto his back, his head lolling to the side as a stream of blood began to pour from his nose.

Jungkook stared down in stunned silence before swallowing hard and taking a step back, realizing he was the one who had done that. Taehyung moved in slowly behind him, grimacing at the pool of blood spreading across the black tile floor.

“Yeah, I guess he’s dead for real this time.” Taehyung whispered, quickly wrapping both arms around Jungkook’s.

He pulled him close into a tight hug, holding him just in time, knowing the younger might try to lightly punch him to shut him up for that stupid comment.

Jungkook turned his head to meet Taehyung’s amused gaze. His tired eyes held the older’s for a long moment before a small smile broke onto his lips. “We’re both going to end up in jail,” he said.

“Sounds exciting.”

“You’re crazy,” Jungkook laughed, leaning in to press his lips to Taehyung’s, needing to lose himself in him rather than the sight of the unconscious man just a few feet away.

Taehyung cupped Jungkook’s face, turning him fully in his arms so they were chest to chest, forehead brushing against his. Their lips met again in a softer, lingering kiss before Taehyung pulled back just enough to murmur, “Well done, bun,” and pressed a quick, gentle peck to Jungkook’s lips, pride shining in his eyes.

Jungkook’s grin widened, but vanished instantly when a low grunt echoed behind him.

Taehyung’s expression flattened as he glanced over his shoulder. “Man, don’t you just wanna die?” he sighed in irritation.

“Y-you’re… you’re both dead meat,” the man growled, slowly pushing himself upright. His legs wobbled, still struggling to hold his weight, and his head swayed slightly from the blow he’d taken.

“Hyung, we should get out of here,” Jungkook urged, gripping Taehyung’s bicep.

“I’m not scared,” he scoffed, almost offended that Jungkook was doubting his strength.

“That man is a damn boxer with insane reflexes,” Jungkook muttered, panic tightening his chest as his eyes tracked the guy wiping blood from his upper lip, a cold, dangerous glare fixed on them.

Taehyung let out a low chuckle, the sound oddly tense. Jungkook braced, expecting him to brush it off, but instead Taehyung’s wide eyes locked onto him and he said firmly, “Let’s run!”

Before Jungkook could respond, Taehyung grabbed his hand and yanked him toward the exit, propelling him into a hurried pace that nearly made him stumble.

But Jungkook jerked his hand free, stopping Taehyung in mid-stride. His eyes were wide, a mix of confusion and determination flashing across his face.

Without a word, Jungkook pivoted sharply and strode back toward the man, who was grinning wildly, blood streaked across his white teeth. “Coming back to me, princess?”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched as he curled his fists, bringing them up to guard his face. His right foot slid back in a measured step, grounding him, his body turning slightly sideways as he settled into a fighting stance.

The boxer let out a laugh, his gaze sweeping over Jungkook from head to toe before he took his own stance. “Impress me,” he said in a low, challenging tone.

“Jungkook?!” Taehyung’s voice cracked with disbelief, certain the younger had completely lost his mind if he thought he stood a chance against a boxer nearly twice his size.

Jungkook didn’t answer. His knuckles whitened as he drew a sharp breath, then drove his right fist straight toward the man’s chest.

Predictable, the man thought with smug amusement. He braced himself, shoulders tensing, fists clenching, already picturing how he’d block the blow and drive a hook into that pretty face.

But his smirk faltered when, in the blink of an eye, Jungkook vanished from his line of sight.

Confused, the boxer glanced down, only to find the boy had dropped low to the ground.

Jungkook’s knees hit the polished tile, his body twisting in one seamless motion. Before the man could process the feint, Jungkook’s left leg swept out in a clean, powerful arc. His heel slammed hard into the man’s shin, hooking behind it, and the force ripped his balance away.

The man gasped as his body was swept off its feet, crashing headfirst onto the floor. Stars exploded in his vision, and the world blurred around him.

“Ha! Guess my years of Taekwondo can easily surprise a boxer like you!” Jungkook exclaimed, a triumphant grin lighting up his face. His eyes sparkled with the joy of someone who had just pulled off a trick perfectly for the first time.

Before he could celebrate too long, two strong hands gripped him under the arms, lifting him to his feet. He turned and met Taehyung’s awestruck gaze. The older shook his head slowly, letting out a low, breathless laugh.

“Whoa… baby you’re—you’re fucking amazing” he said, a wide smile spreading across his face.

“I know,” Jungkook replied with a smug tilt of his lips, before his tone dropped into seriousness. “Now let’s get the hell out of here.”

Taehyung nodded slightly as his hand slid back into Jungkook’s, gripping it firmly. Without hesitation, he yanked Jungkook along, pulling him out of the bathroom before the human Hulk inside could get back on his feet and return the blows they’d dealt him.

But the second they stepped out, Taehyung slammed into two guys, the collision earning a pair of annoyed groans from them.

His eyes widened. “Fuck,” he hissed, clutching Jungkook’s hand and weaving between them without a single word of apology.

Jungkook let himself be pulled along, frowning at the sudden burst of speed. The boxer was probably still dazed from the blow to his skull, so why was Taehyung acting like he was right on their heels?

He got his answer when one of the men shouted behind them—

“You two motherfuckers, stay right there!!”

“shit, please tell me they’re not all boxers,” Taehyung muttered in a panic, sprinting between tables. Jungkook stayed close behind, struggling to keep his balance with the way Taehyung was practically dragging him at full force.

Their footsteps pounded against the tiled floor, every head in the restaurant swiveling toward them. Diners froze mid-bite, eyes wide, while others leaned toward each other, whispering and pointing as if they were witnessing two fugitives fleeing from a demon.

Then a sudden thought hit Jungkook. “Wait, we didn’t pay!?”

“I already took care of it before going to the bathroom,” Taehyung replied, giving himself a mental pat on the shoulder, proud that it was already handled.

Taehyung’s attention faltered for only a second, enough for his shoulder to collide with a passing waiter. The man stumbled, the bucket of ice tipping from his grip and crashing to the floor in a clatter that drew startled yelps from the crowd.

“M’sorry!!” Taehyung blurted without slowing down, darting past him in full sprint.

Jungkook glanced back with a pout at the young waiter, who was getting to his feet with a pained grimace, only for his gaze to catch sight of the two men barreling after them, weaving through tables to close the distance.

“Hyung, they’re right behind us!”

“We’re almost there,” Taehyung replied, spotting the final stretch toward the entrance. Just a few more meters, and they’d be outside. Free, with enough space to sprint like hell and lose the boxer’s buddies.

“Hold on!” he suddenly gasped, skidding to a halt so abruptly that Jungkook slammed face-first into his back.

“Taehyung, what the fuck!?” Jungkook groaned, rubbing his nose. Confusion was written all over his face. Why the hell was Taehyung stopping now, when the front door was literally three meters away?

Instead of answering, Taehyung suddenly spun around and bolted back toward the restaurant’s interior.

Jungkook’s frown deepened, his mouth falling open before he fully processed what was happening. “Hyung!” he called out, ready to chase after him.

“Don’t,” Taehyung barked, spinning around long enough to point a sharp finger at him, his expression firm. “Fucking stay there. I’ll be right back.”

“Wha—” Jungkook whispered helplessly

His panicked eyes lost sight of Taehyung the moment the elder disappeared back inside. Jungkook froze. His heart hammered painfully against his ribcage, questions tearing through his mind. What the fuck made Taehyung go back in there, when three men—one of them clearly a professional boxer—looked ready to kill them?

His teeth nervously played with his lip ring, biting the metal again and again just to feel the sting against his lips. It had barely been two minutes, but it felt like hours.

After a few more tense seconds, Jungkook decided that if Taehyung wasn’t back within five minutes, he was going in after him. There was no way he was just going to stand planted at the entrance like some useless ornament while Taehyung might be in danger again.

A sudden, horrific image flashed through his mind—Taehyung caught by those two men, dragged back into the bathroom, tortured until he was bleeding. The thought made his chest tighten painfully.

His spiraling was cut short by the crash of shattering glass, followed by the sharp rise of panicked voices, making his stomach twist and his heart plummet so hard it made him nauseous.

Jungkook swore under his breath and sprinted toward where Taehyung had disappeared, only to halt mid-step when he finally saw him.

Taehyung was running straight toward him. Relief washed over him for a split second, until he noticed the elder was clutching something tightly in his hands.

“Jungkook, get the fuck out of here!!” Taehyung shouted.

Jungkook didn’t think. He just spun around and bolted for the exit, pausing only to hold the door open for Taehyung.

The elder shot past him like a blur, still shouting, “Run! Don’t fucking stop!”

Heart hammering, Jungkook fell in step behind him, chasing Taehyung down the street. The pounding of his own feet nearly drowned out the furious bellow following them, “Don’t ever show your faces in my restaurant again!”

Jungkook’s breath hitched. “Taehyung, what the hell did you do?” he demanded, panic slicing through his voice.

But Taehyung didn’t even glance back. He suddenly swerved into a narrow alley, throwing his arm out to motion Jungkook after him. “Here,” he snapped.

Jungkook stepped forward and finally saw Taehyung stop, leaning against the wall as he drew in deep, ragged breaths. Jungkook leaned just beside him, relief washing over him now that they’d at least paused and could catch their breath.

“H-hey,” Taehyung exhaled after a long beat, pressing something lightly against Jungkook’s chest. The words slipped out almost like a question: “Crème brûlée?”

Jungkook’s eyes dropped, and he finally saw what Taehyung had risked going back inside for—a ramekin with the dessert they’d ordered before the chaos erupted. He stared at it for a moment, then lifted his gaze slowly to Taehyung, disbelief written all over his face.

“You’re telling me you went back in there, for this!?” The last word cracked out of him, sharp with outrage.

Taehyung only nodded, nudging the ramekin gently against Jungkook’s chest to signal him to take it. Jungkook finally accepted it, still frozen in shock, standing motionless with the crème brûlée in his hands while Taehyung plopped onto the ground and crossed his legs.

In his other hand, he held his own ramekin and two spoons. He picked one up and handed it to Jungkook, who took it before mumbling, “I still can’t believe you actually went back for dessert when we literally had two guys chasing us, ready to kill us.”

“If you knew the price of a single crème brûlée, trust me, you’d have made the same choice without hesitation” Taehyung said, scooping into the custard with his spoon.

Jungkook watched him take a bite, then groan in pleasure, his head tipping back with a blissful look.

“This is perfect,” Taehyung mumbled around a mouthful, gesturing toward his dessert.

Then he patted the spot on the ground beside him, wordlessly inviting Jungkook to join. Jungkook shook his head slightly, amused, before slowly crouching down and plopping onto the ground next to him. Finally deciding not to wait any longer, he dug his spoon into the dessert.

“O–oh…” The sound slipped out without his permission as the first spoonful hit his tongue, rich vanilla custard melting and flooding his senses with sweet, creamy bliss. He immediately reached for another bite, hooked from the very first taste. He’d never had crème brûlée before, but in that moment, it easily ranked among the best desserts he’d ever had.

From the side, Taehyung chuckled softly at his reaction, never tiring of seeing Jungkook’s joy over food. Starting to feel his own appetite, he leaned back against the wall, letting his head rest on Jungkook’s shoulder as he began eating too.

“By the way,” Jungkook said after a moment, “you still haven’t told me why the restaurant owner was screaming that he never wanted to see us again.”

Taehyung froze mid-bite, swallowed, then cleared his throat. “Uh… probably because we were running like lunatics through his fancy restaurant?”

“Taehyung,” Jungkook said firmly, “I heard glass breaking before you came back to me.”

Taehyung’s spoon stabbed nervously into his custard before he spoke, quick and almost sheepish. “Okay, so… when I went back for the desserts, those two guys caught up to me and… I might—or might not—have shoved one of them to keep him away from me. But the idiot lost his balance, and when he fell into his friend, they both crashed into a table… that happened to belong to a couple having dinner… and it might’ve been covered in plates.”

Jungkook blew out a breath and rolled his eyes toward the sky. “You caused absolute chaos, for two desserts.”

“A dessert,” Taehyung pointed out, “that you are currently enjoying very much.”

Jungkook pressed his lips together, realizing Taehyung had a point and leaving him with nothing to say in return. So, he just kept eating in silence, and Taehyung did the same, a quiet smile tugging at his lips.

The night wrapped around them, the narrow alley hushed except for the faint clink of spoons against porcelain ramekins. Neither seemed to mind the setting—they were too absorbed in the simple act of sharing dessert, in the comfort of each other’s presence.

“So… how would you rate this first date?” Taehyung asked once he finished eating, glancing up slightly to catch the other’s expression.

Jungkook kept his gaze forward as he thought, the spoon still in his mouth, idly sucking on it before replying, “Out of ten… nine.”

“Nine?!” Taehyung’s head snapped up in surprise. “Nine is a ridiculously high score for everything we just went through.”

“Exactly,” Jungkook said with a small spark of excitement in his voice. “Everything was already perfect. I loved spending time with you, the food was amazing, we got an even better dessert thanks to you… and we beat the crap out of an asshole.” His voice softened, dropping into a mutter. “Who’s also the reason I can’t give this date a ten.” His eyes fell to the ground.

Taehyung swallowed hard, feeling his chest tighten at the tremor in Jungkook’s voice.

He let out a quiet sigh, then took the now-empty ramekin from Jungkook’s hand and set it down beside his own. His hands slid around Jungkook’s waist, gripping firmly before lifting him slightly off the ground with a small grunt at the weight, and settling him onto his lap.

Jungkook didn’t protest, simply placing his hands on Taehyung’s broad shoulders to steady himself.

Once he was comfortably seated, Taehyung’s palm came up to the back of his head, gently guiding him forward until his face rested against his chest, his nose nuzzling comfortably into him. His other hand began slow, soothing strokes along Jungkook’s back, rubbing in a way that wordlessly promised: You don’t have to worry anymore. I’m here to protect you.

“Are you really okay?” Taehyung asked softly.

Jungkook only nodded, his soft hair brushing against Taehyung’s chin.

“You’re not just saying that to make me feel better, right? I’m worried about you, bun.”

“I just… don’t want to think about it anymore,” Jungkook murmured, his voice almost muffled against him. His hand clutched at the fabric of Taehyung’s shirt, holding on as if afraid to let go.

In response, Taehyung’s arms tightened, pulling him even closer. One of his hands slid down to cover Jungkook’s, their fingers intertwining in a wordless exchange of comfort.

“And I don’t want you thinking about it either,” Jungkook added after a beat, almost as if he could hear the self-blame turning over in Taehyung’s mind. Neither of them could have predicted what happened tonight, and he refused to let Taehyung torture himself with endless what-ifs and if-onlys.

Taehyung let out a sigh, his head falling back against the wall as he looked up at the night sky, the stars glittering in all their splendor.

“If I ever see that asshole again, I’ll make sure he understands not to touch what isn’t his.”

“No.”

“Let me at least break his hands.”

“Taehyung.”

“Fine. Just stab his eyes, then.”

Jungkook glanced up at him, and Taehyung’s gaze immediately dropped, meeting the younger’s unimpressed stare. He exhaled in defeat, only to blink and suddenly find himself smiling at the sight before him.

The stars reflected in Jungkook’s dark eyes, making it look as though an entire galaxy had been captured within them.

Slowly, Taehyung’s hand rose toward his face, gently cupping it in his palm, his thumb brushing tenderly over Jungkook’s cheekbone. Jungkook immediately leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut—

“W–wait,” Taehyung blurted, almost panicked. “Don’t close them. Please, keep looking at me.”

Jungkook’s lashes lifted again, frowning faintly when he saw Taehyung simply staring at him.

The elder’s dark gaze, heavy and intense, stayed locked on his, like he’d drifted out of the world entirely—hypnotized, unable to look away.

And the longer Taehyung’s eyes stayed locked on his, the more Jungkook felt as though he was starting, bit by bit, to read him. He didn’t know if it was his imagination or if he was truly seeing every unspoken emotion laid bare in that silent connection.

His heart swelled as a rush of words filled his chest, too many to say all at once.

But three of them burned on his tongue, refusing to be kept inside.

Three words he needed to give him again and again, as if saying them once a day—or even once an hour—could never be enough. Taehyung had to know, every second, exactly what he meant to him, even if those words had been spoken between them a thousand times before.

Jungkook swallowed hard before blurting, “I love you.”

“I love you,” Taehyung said at the exact same time.

They froze, startled, their eyes widening in a mix of shock and quiet recognition.

Then, their lips curved into shy, almost bashful smiles, and Jungkook felt that familiar warmth flood through him. Heart pounding, he leaned forward instinctively, burying his face into the curve of Taehyung’s neck, inhaling deeply the comforting scent that always felt like home.

“Jungkook,” the elder called softly, his hand sliding between them to gently catch the younger’s chin, tilting his head back so he had his full attention. Jungkook simply blinked, waiting to hear whatever Taehyung was about to say.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” he asked, his velvet voice almost too gentle for the night air.

Jungkook’s mouth fell open slowly, and stayed like that, hanging slightly ajar as he stared at Taehyung in a daze. He wasn’t sure if it was his heart or his brain that had stopped working, but either way, he felt incapable of doing anything except keep looking at him blankly, processing the words that had just been spoken.

Taehyung bit his bottom lip before adding softly, “Please don’t say no just because I asked you in a dark alley this time.”

That broke the spell Jungkook had been trapped in. A small giggle slipped out, and he shook his head.

Sitting up straighter, his head now slightly above Taehyung’s while still perched on his thighs. He placed both hands on either side of his face and said, “Yes.”

“Yes… for real?” Taehyung asked, though the wide smile already spreading across his lips betrayed how certain he felt. He was looking up at Jungkook like he’d just won the rarest treasure in the world.

“Yes, I want to be your boyfriend, Kim Taehyung” Jungkook confirmed with a laugh, then let out a muffled moan as Taehyung pressed his lips firmly against his, sealing their new title with a kiss that felt like a quiet, unspoken promise.

When they pulled apart, Taehyung stared at him with wide eyes before breaking into laughter. The sight, combined with the flood of emotions swirling in him, made Jungkook let out a breathy laugh that quickly turned into full laughter, especially when Taehyung began showering his face with kisses. His cheeks, his nose, his eyelids—no inch of skin was left untouched.

“So you’re officially mine,” Taehyung breathed against his lips at last.

“Yes” Jungkook whispered back, feeling a million butterflies erupt inside him.

“You’re mine forever.”

“Maybe.”

“Don’t maybe me. You are,” Taehyung scolded with a pout.

“I’m just teasing. Of course I am,” Jungkook chuckled, pecking his pout before adding, “Yours, and yours only.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more, hyung.”

“You can’t,” Taehyung said with a smirk.

“I can, and I will,” Jungkook replied with a laugh, realizing this had already become their new way of trying to prove, over and over, just how endlessly they loved each other.

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“Taehyungie hyung”

“Yeah” Taehyung answered without tearing his eyes from the screen, thumbs flying frantically over the controller.

They’d just come back from their date. Jungkook had said he was going to take a shower, and since Taehyung wasn’t allowed to join him, he decided to kill some time gaming until Jungkook was done. But barely ten minutes later, Jungkook appeared in the doorway, calling for him for… whatever reason.

The problem was, Taehyung was in the middle of a match. He would gladly give Jungkook all the attention he wanted, just not right now.

Not when he was locked in a desperate fight against a stubborn opponent who refused to go down.

“Taehyung, I need you,” Jungkook called again, his voice laced with something that demanded Taehyung’s full attention.

“I’m listening, baby, what’s up?” Taehyung mumbled, only to gasp and shift on the bed when his character’s health bar dropped drastically from a brutal hit.

Silence stretched between them, the only sounds in the room being the game’s music, the clash of blows, and the grunts of the on-screen characters. Taehyung didn’t notice the quiet lingering behind him, his eyes still glued to the screen.

A soft sigh broke through.

“…actually, it’s embarrassing. Forget it” Jungkook said quietly.

Those words finally pulled Taehyung’s full attention. He tore his eyes away from the screen, only to see Jungkook slipping out of the doorway. Panic tightened his chest. Without a second thought, he flung the controller onto the bed and sprinted toward the bathroom.

Jungkook was about to shut the door when Taehyung caught it, pressing his palm against the edge and leaning his weight forward.

“Wait!” he said urgently, locking eyes with Jungkook’s startled gaze. “What’s going on?”

Jungkook blinked, then quickly looked away, shaking his head. “Nothing. And it’s stupid anyway.”

Taehyung’s brow furrowed.

He noticed the way Jungkook bit his piercing, the way he avoided Taehyung’s gaze, almost like he was afraid he’d see straight through him. That tiny, nervous gesture made Taehyung’s concern spike, he couldn’t just let it go.

Taehyung gently pushed the door open, and Jungkook stepped aside, letting him in. He froze completely for a moment when he saw Jungkook half-naked. A single white towel clung low around his slim waist, and the sight alone nearly wrecked Taehyung’s sanity. His eyes lingered longer than they should have, drinking in the image as if he could strip the towel away with nothing but a look.

But this wasn’t the time. He needed to talk to Jungkook, to understand what he had tried to say earlier, and maybe figure out what he was hiding.

Besides, he wasn’t allowed to give in to the insane fantasies racing through his mind because of their stupid bet.

Even though they were officially boyfriend and boyfriend now, it felt like they had both silently agreed to keep the bet going out of pride, each wanting to see who would be the first to give in.

Taehyung wasn’t going to be the first. Jungkook had to be the one to lose control, to become needy for his touch, to beg for it as if he would combust if Taehyung didn’t take him exactly how he wanted.

He drew in a steadying breath, biting his tongue to ground himself. This bet is going to be the death of me, he thought, before forcing his eyes back up to Jungkook’s.

“I’m sorry. I should have listened to you the moment you called. I just… got carried away with this stupid game,” he said, his voice heavy with guilt as he took a step closer, brushing a finger gently across Jungkook’s cheek. “But I’m here now. You can tell me what you wanted to ask.”

Jungkook gave a small smile as he took Taehyung’s hand in his own and lowered it slowly. “It’s not that I didn’t want to tell you because you weren’t listening,” he reassured him. “I just realized that it was—”

He trailed off, lips twisting in a small grimace as he searched for words. Finally, he shook his head with a quiet sigh. “Never mind.”

“Bun,” Taehyung’s voice cracked, edged with desperation, “please, talk to me.”

Jungkook’s eyes flickered up to meet his, soft and hesitant, nerves clear in the way his fingers fidgeted at his sides. He swallowed hard, biting his bottom lip before finally blurting the words in a rush.

“Do you want to take a shower with me?”

Taehyung froze. Completely.

His gaze locked on Jungkook’s, wide and unblinking, the younger standing there almost timidly, waiting for his answer.

Taehyung had lost count of how many times tonight Jungkook had managed to throw him off, but this… this was something else entirely.

He turned the words over in his mind, so much that it almost felt like he could hear Jungkook whispering them directly into his ear. Slowly, he blinked, pressing his lips together before nodding once

“What?” he finally breathed, as if he hadn’t heard it right.

Jungkook let out a sigh, groaning in frustration. “I told you it was stupid. Just pretend I never said anything—”

“No, wait—” Taehyung cut in quickly, but Jungkook was already trying to push him back out of the bathroom.

Taehyung stumbled slightly but quickly caught himself, his hands moving to grasp Jungkook’s wrists and gently but firmly hold him in place. He lowered his head, searching for the younger’s eyes, but Jungkook stubbornly kept his gaze fixed on the floor.

“You can’t just throw me out after asking if I wanted to shower with you,” Taehyung said softly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Jungkook’s eyes squeezed shut, his cheeks burning, as if hearing Taehyung repeat the words made it a hundred times more embarrassing.

“It’s stupid,” he whispered again, and Taehyung couldn’t help but wonder why Jungkook felt so ashamed of it.

“No, it’s not. I’d say it’s more surprising—especially since, if I remember correctly, the last time I asked to join you, you slammed the door in my face.” He tilted his head, pretending to think back, though it had literally been just yesterday.

“Yeah, and I think I’m about to slam it in your face again,” Jungkook muttered dryly.

Taehyung chuckled, thoroughly entertained by the sass, before looping his arms around Jungkook’s waist and tugging him close. “You can’t. Because this time, you’re the one who actually wants me in there. Isn’t that right, bun?”

Jungkook’s cheeks flamed even hotter, the nickname only making his heart pound harder. He couldn’t bring himself to look into Taehyung’s soft eyes, glowing under the bathroom light. Not when they felt so dangerously gentle.

Taehyung reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind Jungkook’s ear, revealing more of the flushed skin he’d been trying so hard to hide.

“Seriously though, what made you ask me that?” Taehyung asked, brushing his nose softly against Jungkook’s cheek to catch his attention.

Jungkook slowly turned his head toward him, his gaze lingering over every detail of Taehyung’s face. After a long, heavy moment, he exhaled and reached up, nervously twirling a lock of Taehyung’s dark hair between his fingers.

“I can still feel his hands on me,” he admitted quietly.

Taehyung’s smile vanished instantly. The words hit him like a punch to the chest, draining the color from his face. His lips parted, but no sound came out. His throat tightened, and all he could do was shake his head faintly, horror and disbelief washing over him.

“It sucks, right?” Jungkook said with a shaky laugh, his expression carrying a mask of indifference his voice betrayed. “I can’t even take a fucking shower alone because it feels like he’s going to show up out of nowhere and finish what he started—”

Taehyung’s hand pressed firmly over his mouth, cutting the words short before they could spiral further. His own breath escaped in a ragged exhale against the back of his palm as his gaze locked onto Jungkook’s. His eyes were torn—regret, anger, grief all tangled together—while helplessness weighed heavy in his chest.

He had known.

Deep down, he had known Jungkook wasn’t as 'fine' as he tried to pretend. And he hated being right. He hated seeing proof, hated that the boy in his arms was still haunted by it.

At that moment, Taehyung wished for nothing more than a way to go back and change everything, to erase what had happened and shield Jungkook from it.

But that was impossible.

Nothing could erase what had happened, but Taehyung forced himself not to wear the sadness clawing at his chest. He softened into something steady and serene and whispered like a vow, “That man will never come near you again, Jungkook. Trust me, you’ll never have to see him or face him, not while I’m here.”

Jungkook’s eyes lifted hesitantly to his. The tension there faltered, breaking at the edges and softening into something fragile, as if belief was struggling to push its way through the fear.

“I refuse to make the mistake of leaving you alone again. I did it once, but it won’t happen a second time,” he continued in a murmur, pulling his hand from Jungkook’s mouth only to cup his face between both palms.

His thumbs brushed gently across Jungkook’s cheeks, savoring the warmth of his skin beneath his fingertips. “From this moment on, I’ll always be here to protect you. No one will ever touch you again. I promise you, baby.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping into a whisper. “I’ll cling to you like some stubborn ghost haunting your steps, until the very end of your life.”

Jungkook’s lips twitched faintly, the shadow of a smile appearing. The sight alone eased something deep in Taehyung’s chest, filling it with a fragile kind of peace. He pressed the softest kiss to Jungkook’s mouth, lingering there as though he could seal every vow with that single touch.

“I won’t see him again?”

“You won’t,” Taehyung assured him “You’ll only see me. Me next to you. Me holding you. Me loving you. That’s all you’ll have to remember from now on.” he kissed him once more, hoping each touch could anchor him back to safety.

With every word and every gentle touch, it seemed to reach him. Slowly, Jungkook’s lips curved into a small, tentative smile. Faint but real, it carried a lightness and steadiness that hadn’t been there before, a quiet certainty that bloomed now that Taehyung had made his promise.

Taehyung smiled softly. “Okay?” he asked, just to be completely sure. It was only one word, but the way he said it carried all the concern he felt for Jungkook, the worry that had been swirling inside him as he waited for his answer.

“Yeah… okay,” Jungkook replied, nodding gently before leaning in to press their lips together, taking the older one slightly by surprise.

The kiss deepened and Taehyung didn’t take his eyes off him for a single moment. He kissed Jungkook back tenderly, gaze open and unwavering, watching every flicker of emotion cross his face as their lips moved in a gentle, unhurried rhythm. His heart swelled with warmth and happiness, reminded once again that Jungkook was his. Completely his.

The soft sound of their lips parting echoed in the bathroom as Jungkook pulled back, eyes fluttering open to meet Taehyung’s dark ones, already fixed on him.

“Thanks, hyung” he said softly.

Taehyung shook his head. “You don’t have to thank me for that,” he murmured, holding his gaze for a moment before adding, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jungkook replied, capturing his full lips in another kiss. “I still want to take that shower with you though” he added, almost innocently, though the look in his eyes betrayed a deeper, more playful desire.

Taehyung’s jaw clenched, caught off guard by how directly Jungkook had brought up his request. His hands dropped to his sides as he lowered his gaze, not wanting to show the dangerous glint that surely flashed in his eyes. He cleared his throat. “You know I would’ve said yes without hesitation.”

Jungkook frowned, already sensing the edge of rejection in Taehyung’s tone.

“But we both know that I—” he paused, then corrected himself, “that we have no control over ourselves. I don’t think either of us could stop or hold back if we ended up both naked in the shower.”

“Oh.” Jungkook’s lips pushed into a small pout, his brows furrowing deeper.

Taehyung looked up and instantly regretted his words. It wasn’t that he didn’t want it. In no world would he ever turn down something like that. But this wasn’t about desire, it was about control. Jungkook should be glad that he was even trying to think ahead, sparing them from—

“Hyung, what if I told you I don’t want you to hold back?”

Wait, what?

Taehyung blinked, confusion flickering across his face, unsure if he had heard correctly. Jungkook caught the look and leaned in closer.

“What if I want you to lose control?” His tone dropped to a whisper, as if sharing a secret meant for only them. “I want you to touch me, hyung. To claim me until I’m nothing but yours. Until the only hands, the only lips on my body are yours and yours alone.”

Jungkook’s legs trembled, his chest rising faster as he watched the dark haze settle over Taehyung’s eyes—glazed, hypnotized, as if he were under a spell with no escape. Jungkook swallowed hard through his tight throat, feeling his own words ignite a dizzying heat in his body.

“Touch me,” he whispered, almost whining now. “Make me forget everything that happened tonight, until you’re the only thing my mind can think of.”

The more he spilled his desperate desires, the tighter Taehyung’s hand gripped at his waist. Jungkook bit down on his lip, lashes fluttering as he forced his doe eyes to look up, wide and pleading.

“I want—” Jungkook’s words broke off with a gasp when Taehyung suddenly shoved him back against the sink, caging him in with his arms braced firmly on the cold surface.

“Shut up,” Taehyung growled, his voice trembling as he pressed his forehead against Jungkook’s, eyes squeezed shut like he couldn’t risk looking into those puppy eyes. “Shut the fuck up, unless you want me to snap and take you right here, right now.”

Jungkook’s breathing grew heavier as he forced the words out, “That’s exactly what I’m telling you to do, lose control and take me.”

He was practically begging now, heart hammering violently against his chest, eyes locked on Taehyung with a desperate intensity that made it impossible to look away.

Taehyung though, looked like he was at war with himself, jaw tight, eyes squeezed shut as if he was fighting every instinct raging inside him. His brows furrowed, caught in the dangerous pull of Jungkook’s request.

“Bun…” he finally exhaled.

That soft, honeyed voice alone was enough to make Jungkook shiver, to make his cock twitch insistently beneath the towel wrapped around his hips. He pressed his thighs together, trying to restrain himself, but the need thrummed through him too loudly to ignore.

“Please, Taehyungie hyung” Jungkook whispered, cutting in before Taehyung could speak, using his last card with full awareness of how the nickname always made him weak.

Taehyung’s eyes snapped open, and in that instant, every shred of self-control shattered. His gaze roamed over Jungkook’s face, drinking in the flushed cheeks, the glassy, desperate eyes, the lips trembling as if only Taehyung could satisfy him.

And it was exactly like that. Only Taehyung had the right. Only he could give Jungkook what he needed.

“Safeword.”

Jungkook let out a shaky breath at the command, his brain melting at the realization that this was really about to happen. Taehyung’s stare was sharp, waiting for an answer, holding him on the edge.

Jungkook looked down, desperate for any word that could make Taehyung finally take the next step and give him what he wanted.

But his mind was a chaotic mess, flooded with words he could never actually use. All he could think of were fragments: Fuck. Taehyung. Choke. Please. Cock. Suck. Ruin me until I cry—that wasn’t a word at all. These useless, frantic thoughts spun through his head, making him frown in frustration every time he tried to land on one that Taehyung would accept.

Then, suddenly, the memory of that night at the party hit him. A single word lit up in his mind like fireworks, flashing bright like a neon sign that had come to save him.

“Lemon.”

“Again?” Taehyung arched a brow, letting out an almost exasperated sigh as he remembered exactly why Jungkook had chosen that word back then.

“You asked for a fucking safeword, there you go. Now do what you’re supposed to do,” Jungkook snapped, desperation already rising in his chest, not wanting to delay the moment any longer.

The realization of his own tone made him panic for a second. He knew he had to be careful or Taehyung might just drop everything and leave him hanging as a lesson.

But all Taehyung did was stare at him for a long, heavy beat before the corner of his lips twitched. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face as his tongue flicked out to wet his lips. “Lemon it is” he confirmed simply, his voice low

Jungkook pressed his lips together, surprised that Taehyung hadn’t said anything more. Even so, he couldn’t deny that the smile was unsettling, masking something beneath the surface. He could almost swear he saw Taehyung’s eye twitch for a split second before his blank expression settled into that carefully measured grin.

He could feel the danger radiating off Taehyung, a silent warning to watch his tone.

But Jungkook didn’t want things to go soft or gentle. He loved it when Taehyung snapped at him for his bratty attitude, loved seeing him take control in a harsh, commanding way that put him firmly in his place. He craved that roughness.

Jungkook drew a slow, deliberate breath and tested him “You ready?”

Taehyung nodded, eyes sharp and fixed on him. “Yeah.”

“Then strip already and let’s get in the shower.”

In an instant, Taehyung’s hand shot up, gripping Jungkook’s jaw with bruising strength, fingers pressing into his cheeks. “You don’t get to fucking tell me what to do, bun” he warned, his hold tight enough to sting.

Jungkook’s chest tightened with thrill. He almost smiled, knowing he had pushed just the right buttons, and that everything was heading exactly where he wanted it. He tilted his head under the pressure, eyes gleaming. “I’ll stop when you finally move your ass and do something.”

Taehyung’s jaw flexed, and the heat in his gaze became unbearable. Every muscle in his body was taut, every nerve screaming. He was dangerously close, and Jungkook could feel it radiating from him, a magnetic pull that made his own body hum with anticipation.

That’s it. Get mad and ruin me, Jungkook thought, eyes glinting with equal parts challenge and want, silently begging Taehyung to snap.

But instead of anger, Taehyung just chuckled as he released his face from that iron grip. It was so unexpected that Jungkook’s lips parted, almost asking why the fuck he was laughing instead of losing his temper like he should.

“You know…” Taehyung began lightly, “sometimes I genuinely feel like you think I’m an idiot when you act like this.”

Jungkook frowned, not sure where he was going with this. His confusion deepened as Taehyung raised two fingers and pressed them firmly against his bottom lip. He tapped lightly, keeping his sharp gaze fixed on him, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You act like a little arrogant shit while secretly praying that I’ll fall for your game and fuck you exactly the way you want me to. Isn’t that right?” he said, tone teasing, leaving no doubt he knew exactly what Jungkook was thinking.

Jungkook opened his mouth to deny it, but the sound died in his throat as Taehyung suddenly shoved his fingers past his lips. His eyes went wide as the long digits pushed deep, sliding across his tongue and reaching the back of his throat, grazing the edge of his gag reflex.

A muffled choke escaped him, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth as his eyes shot up to meet Taehyung’s, only to find cold indifference staring back.

Taehyung held his fingers there for a heartbeat longer before slowly pulling them out, leaving just the tips glistening against Jungkook’s spit-slick lips.

“Except this time, I’m not letting a brat like you play me,” he murmured, leaning close until his mouth hovered over Jungkook’s ear, his breath hot. “I’ll use you exactly how I want, in my way.”

Jungkook whimpered as Taehyung’s teeth grazed his earlobe, hips twitching uncontrollably. His cock throbbed hard beneath the loose towel around his waist, straining as if it might tear free at any moment. Before he could even beg, Taehyung’s long fingers slid back into his mouth, filling him completely and stretching his lips wide around the base.

“So if I decide right now,” Taehyung murmured “all you get is my fingers to choke on. If that’s all you deserve, that’s all you’ll have.”

He punctuated the words with a harsh twist of his fingers inside Jungkook’s mouth, making him drool uncontrollably around them. Then, Taehyung settled into a slow rhythm, sliding his fingers in and out with precision, eyes locked on Jungkook as he took them deep, every motion pulling a shiver from the boy.

But Jungkook didn’t want just his fingers, he wanted so much more than that.

He wanted to be destroyed from every angle, in every hole, in every position until he blacked out from pleasure. It had been far too long since his hole was stretched around Taehyung’s cock, and he was on the verge of tears at the thought that Taehyung might not give him more.

As if reading his filthy thoughts, Taehyung raised a brow. “You want more?”

With his mouth still stuffed full of fingers, Jungkook nodded quickly, his wide eyes shimmering with desperate need.

Taehyung smirked before pulling his fingers out, only to shove four back in at once and thrust them in and out. “There you go, baby. Here’s more,” he said with a teasing amusement.

The stretch made Jungkook’s jaw ache, his lips straining around the thickness of all four fingers. Each push drew out slick, wet sounds, his throat tightening instinctively around the intrusion.

Sometimes the tips pressed too deep, making him gag, his chest stuttering with choked breaths. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he gazed up at Taehyung like a pitiful puppy, a complete contrast to how his mouth worked so eagerly, taking the intrusion like a hole meant to be used.

Taehyung pressed his lips together, studying him in silence before letting out a low exhale. “You don’t seem too pleased with what hyung’s giving you, bun. Don’t you like it?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened at the fake pout curling Taehyung’s mouth, like his feelings were genuinely hurt. Panic flickered across his face and he shook his head frantically, darting his tongue between Taehyung’s fingers in a desperate show of devotion, wordlessly proving that he loved every inch choking him.

Satisfied, Taehyung’s lips curved into something darker as he purred, “good boy.” His fingers pressed harder against Jungkook’s tongue, saliva spilling freely, trailing down his chin in slick, messy strands.

Jungkook moaned, his head moving with more urgency, forcing the fingers deeper as he sucked them down with greedy need. He wanted to prove how grateful he was, how good he could be even for the smallest scrap he was given.

The thought alone made his head bob faster around the four fingers, sucking hungrily, desperate for Taehyung to notice his obedience and reward him with more.

And it worked. Taehyung’s grin widened in pleasure as he watched Jungkook choke on his hand, as if it were the only thing keeping him alive. He knew the younger wanted far more than this, but seeing him drooling, ruined, and tamed over just a few fingers was proof—proof that his words had sunk in, that the brat had been bent into submission.

When Taehyung decided it was enough, he pulled his fingers free, leaving a wet, obscene pop.

A glistening string of spit stretched between Taehyung’s soaked fingers and Jungkook’s swollen lips, snapping only when he lowered his hand to grip a handful of the younger’s ass. His hold was tight and possessive, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to make Jungkook mewl, arching helplessly into the sting.

Taehyung pulled him closer, claiming Jungkook’s lips with a fierce, demanding hunger. His hand roamed over Jungkook’s back, pressing him impossibly close, feeling the shiver that ran through him at every touch.

Jungkook’s lips parted beneath his, letting out soft, needy sounds that only fueled Taehyung’s intensity. He slid his tongue inside, melting it with Jungkook’s, while both hands returned to his full ass, pinching and kneading it with possessive hunger.

Their bodies were flush together, chest to chest, cock to cock, no space left even for a breath. Still, it wasn’t enough. They pressed into each other, dragging impossibly closer, chasing a closeness that was already absolute.

Jungkook’s arms wound tightly around Taehyung’s neck, fingers tangling in his hair as he tipped his head forward, forcing Taehyung’s tongue deeper, as if he couldn’t survive without it filling him.

Taehyung groaned darkly against his lips, his hands gripping Jungkook’s ass with a harsh, claiming intensity, kneading and pressing as if he owned every inch. Every pinch drew muffled, broken moans from Jungkook that melted into their kiss, while his cock rubbed shamelessly against the thick line of Taehyung’s straining erection inside his slacks.

The reminder of Taehyung still being clothed pressed against Jungkook, who needed him bare, stripped of every layer covering him.

Finally, Taehyung tore his lips away, letting them both catch a breath, though his face stayed impossibly close—so close Jungkook could feel every ghost of his breath.

He seemed to share the same thought about his clothes, because one hand slipped free, drifting down to his shirt, undoing each button deliberately, one by one. Every snap of fabric carried a dark, unspoken promise, his obsidian eyes never leaving Jungkook’s face as tan skin slowly emerged beneath the cloth.

Jungkook bit down on his bottom lip, fingers still threading lazily through Taehyung’s hair, a silent encouragement hidden in the gentle strokes. But patience had never been his strong suit. With a sudden surge, he cupped Taehyung’s face in both hands, crushing him with demanding kisses.

Soft lips trailed everywhere—along sharp cheekbones, the corners of his mouth, down to his chin—before snapping back to collide desperately with his own. Taehyung growled low in his throat, pushing into the kiss, only for Jungkook to pull back just enough to pepper his face with more greedy, possessive kisses.

By then, Taehyung had only managed to get halfway through the buttons, but impatience was already sparking between them. Jungkook exhaled sharply through his nose, pressing another long kiss to the corner of Taehyung’s mouth before murmuring against his skin, “faster, hyung. Please, hurry.”

“I told you not to tell me what to do,” Taehyung muttered, his tone far more amused than threatening this time.

Jungkook giggled, pecking his lips again. “Well, at least I said please.”

That earned him a smirk, and finally the last button came free. Jungkook pushed the fabric away, letting it slip from Taehyung’s shoulders and fall to the floor, exposing the firm, defined lines of his chest.

A needy whine left him, teeth digging into his swollen lip as his hands eagerly explored smooth skin. His fingers traced the ridges of muscle down Taehyung’s arm until they stopped at his bicep, giving it a sharp squeeze.

“You’ve never choked me with this before” he murmured dreamily, the thought of being crushed in a headlock making his thighs clench.

Taehyung’s smirk deepened. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” he replied lowly before diving back into a kiss, because he could never get enough. He never would. He could spend an entire day consuming Jungkook’s lips—kissing, sucking, biting—until they were swollen and raw, and still crave more.

“Bun…” he breathed, reluctantly pulling back, but Jungkook hated the distance just as much, pressing their mouths together again.

Taehyung moaned into the kiss, letting himself melt into the heat for a moment before finally breaking away. “Bun, go to the shower and wait for me,” he commanded, his velvet voice brushing over Jungkook’s lips. “Wait for me, baby. I’ll join you as soon as these clothes are off.”

Jungkook gazed at him tenderly before pressing one last firm kiss, finally pulling back completely. The sudden loss made them both shiver, their bodies aching from the absence, already craving the next touch like a drug.

Taehyung’s hands found their way to his belt as he fumbled impatiently, dark eyes locked on Jungkook’s back while he watched him move toward the shower.

Jungkook paused in front of the glass door, taking a slow, deliberate breath before tugging at the edge of his towel. The white fabric slipped free, falling silently from his hips to reveal the perfect curve of his ass and the sculpted thickness of his thighs.

Taehyung froze, breath hitching and body stiff as he drank in the sight. He could have stared for hours, paralyzed by the raw beauty of Jungkook’s bare skin.

His throat bobbed with a heavy swallow before he tore his gaze away, forcing himself to wrestle with his belt. Sharp, frustrated tugs finally freed it, and it clattered to the floor.

The sound of running water filled the bathroom as Jungkook reached under the stream, testing the temperature with his palm. A soft breath left his lips, only to be followed by the muffled sound of Taehyung grunting in frustration behind him, still clearly struggling to shed the last pieces of clothing that clung stubbornly to his body.

Jungkook’s jaw tensed slightly when he felt the restless throb between his legs. His gaze dropped, only to find his cock already hard, straining against his abs with every pulse. His hand twitched, the urge to touch himself growing stronger the longer Taehyung fought with his clothes.

The thought lingered, hesitation burning hotter than the desire itself. But the more he stared at the aching length, the more he convinced himself that one stroke wouldn’t hurt, that it couldn’t possibly be so bad.

Slowly, his hand moved down, one finger trailing from the heavy base of his cock up the length of his thick shaft, circling lightly around the tip before giving it a playful pinch between two fingers. A soft whimper slipped from his lips.

It had been barely a touch, yet after hours of teasing throughout the day, with both him and Taehyung pushing each other’s limits, even the slightest graze sent shivers racing through him.

His eyes fluttered shut as his hand prepared to wrap fully around himself, only for a strong grip to suddenly catch his wrist, yanking it back before spinning him around and shoving him against the cold tile wall.

His eyes snapped open the instant his back hit the surface, meeting Taehyung’s hard stare that made his heart plummet. “What part of ‘get in the shower and wait for me’ didn’t you fucking understand?” Taehyung growled, stepping closer, closing the gap that had kept them apart.

Jungkook’s lips parted, but no words came. His chest heaved sharply as his gaze flicked from Taehyung’s fierce face downward, widening as his breath hitched.

Taehyung’s cock stood thick and pulsing, veins raised along the length, radiating heat. Just the sight of it made Jungkook’s mouth water, his tongue aching to trace every ridge, every swollen vein, until Taehyung shivered beneath him.

But Taehyung had another plan in mind. He exhaled softly before stepping fully under the shower, letting the warm water cascade down his body.

Jungkook stayed pressed against the wall, eyes locked on him, drinking in every second of the moment. Taehyung was breathtaking, so far out of his league that Jungkook couldn’t stop wondering what a man like him could do with him.

Jungkook’s thighs pressed together, seeking friction as his gaze traced every movement.

Taehyung pushed his wet hair back from his face, droplets sliding down his neck, across his chest, and along the sculpted curves of his torso. Every shift of his muscles under the water was mesmerizing, controlled and effortless, making Jungkook’s pulse quicken with need.

Once he was completely soaked, Taehyung stepped out of the stream, letting the water drip from his body as he approached the trembling boy pressed against the wall. He smirked at the sight, then planted one arm against the shower tiles above Jungkook’s head, creating a cage of heat and strength. The muscles in his arm and shoulder flexed subtly beneath his wet skin.

He looked down at Jungkook’s wide, eager eyes, watching him blink up at him with unspoken anticipation. “Shouldn’t you get wet too, bun?” he murmured as his head tilted slightly

Jungkook nodded in a daze, unable to tear his eyes away from the hooded gaze that held him frozen in place.

A low, amused chuckle rumbled from Taehyung’s throat just as the water cut off completely, leaving the bathroom in total silence.

Jungkook’s eyes snapped to the showerhead, frowning in confusion. Before he could process it, the sound of rushing water returned. But from a different source.

His wide eyes dropped, and he barely had time to register that Taehyung had switched to the handheld shower before the jets struck his cock with brutal, precise force.

Jungkook let out a sharp cry of pleasure, hips twitching helplessly under the force of the water.

He tried to squirm and bend away, desperate to escape the relentless spray that already felt overwhelming. But Taehyung pressed him back against the wall, one hand flat against his chest, holding him effortlessly in place.

Another moan echoed off the walls as Taehyung shifted the angle slightly, letting some of the water hit just under the tip of Jungkook’s cock. His hand shot up, gripping Taehyung’s shoulder tightly, nails digging into his skin.

Taehyung didn’t flinch at the sharp pinch, keeping the handheld shower aimed firmly at Jungkook’s throbbing length, watching as precum already glistened at the slit.

“Fuck, I’ve always wondered if this could feel this intense on your cock” Taehyung murmured, a small smirk playing on his lips as his fingers curled tighter around the handle, angling the spray lower.

Jungkook choked back a sob as the stream dragged down, brushing over his balls and along his thighs before sliding back up with cruel precision, making him shiver.

His hands grasped uselessly at the wet tiles as the water pounded his skin in a relentless rhythm, leaving every nerve raw and hypersensitive. Precum mixed with the droplets already running down his cock, tracing thin, slick lines along his stomach before the spray washed them away again.

“H-hyung,” he murmured weakly, already feeling fucked out even though all Taehyung had done so far was get him wet. “F-fuck… don’t k-keep that there—”

“Why not? It’s fucking fascinating to watch you tremble and whine like a slut for a simple stream of water on that sensitive cock,” Taehyung replied.

Jungkook’s eyes rolled back as he whined in pleasure, his head falling back against the wall. Then he felt his own hips moving, trying to thrust into the almost invisible friction. It wasn’t enough though, he needed something firmer.

“Look at you, trying so hard to be good for that water, bun” he heard Taehyung murmur just before the spray shifted, gliding briefly across his abs before splashing against his nipples.

They felt even more sensitive than his cock under the stream. Jungkook gasped, bringing his hands up instinctively to shield them, only to regret it instantly when Taehyung shot him a sharp, dark look.

Jungkook swallowed hard, understanding the silent scold, and slowly lowered his hands from his chest. A soft whimper escaped him as the water resumed its teasing assault on his nipples.

“Your hands above your head,” Taehyung ordered lowly.

Jungkook stared at him, breath quickening. The arousal fogged his mind so much that he had to pause for a moment, needing time to think about how to do that.

But it was too slow for Taehyung, who groaned, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Jungkook let out a shaky breath as he finally lifted his arms, the backs of his hands sliding over the cold tiles, sending goosebumps rippling down his skin.

Once he was fully stretched, Taehyung stepped closer, grabbing his wrists in one hand and pressing them firmly against the wall. His face hovered over Jungkook’s, drinking in the sight of him trapped in his hold, eyes looking up almost innocently.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby” Taehyung murmured, feeling his chest tighten as he saw Jungkook’s cheeks flush at the compliment. Then he brought the handheld shower back to Jungkook’s nipples, making him gasp sharply and try to squirm his hands away from Taehyung’s tight grip.

“T-Tae—nghn,” he moaned softly. “I-it’s fucking frustrating, give me more.”

“More?” Taehyung quirked a brow.

“Y-you!” Jungkook cried, legs trembling from all the stimulation. “I want you.”

“Mmh… be patient, baby” Taehyung said simply. He lowered his head to Jungkook’s bud, which hadn’t yet been teased by the water, and took it into his mouth, sucking harshly.

A broken moan ripped from Jungkook as he arched his back against the sensation, biceps flexing as he tried to break free, but couldn’t. His chin finally fell to his chest as he took in the view below him.

Taehyung was sucking hard on his nipple before he caught it between his teeth and bit down, making Jungkook whine in pleasure. Then he switched, moving to the other nipple, licking it while the water jet sprayed over the now-red, abused skin.

“F-fuck,” Jungkook groaned, trapped and desperate, as this was all he could do in his restrained position.

Suddenly, a soft, shaky breath escaped Jungkook as he felt Taehyung’s hard erection press against his crotch, their cocks sliding against each other beneath the warm cascade of water over his chest. He bit his lip, pushing slightly into the friction, a pulse of pleasure exploding through him as the sensation became almost unbearable.

Jungkook moved his hips again, glancing at Taehyung, who didn’t seem to react, or perhaps hadn’t noticed, distracted as he was by Jungkook’s nipples.

But when Jungkook rolled his hips once more, their cocks rubbing smoothly together, he heard a low growl rumble from the older man’s throat.

Just when he thought Taehyung might punish or scold him for moving on his own, he gasped in surprise as Taehyung rut back, pressing his hips into him, letting Jungkook feel every deliberate push. They began grinding their cocks desperately into each other, slick and messy, wet from the water and precum.

Finally, Taehyung pulled back from Jungkook’s chest, dragging his tongue once more over the swollen bud before lifting his face to kiss him. Their lips moved slowly and deeply, a sharp contrast to the frantic, needy grinding of their hips.

“You have no idea what I’m going to do to you,” Taehyung whispered into the shell of his ear, flicking his tongue against it.

Jungkook whined, already desperate as he breathed out, “Show me then, p-please.”

Without even looking, Jungkook could feel Taehyung’s smirk against his skin, the anticipation building tightly deep in his gut.

His wrists were finally freed when Taehyung let go, but before he could lower his arms, Taehyung’s arm slid between his back and the wall, pulling him forward until he stumbled into his chest.

Jungkook gripped his shoulders like an anchor, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck as his legs threatened to give out from trembling. A shaky sigh left him as he buried his forehead in the crook of his own arm draped over Taehyung’s shoulder.

His breaths came uneven and shallow while Taehyung’s lips traced along his jaw. One hand held the shower above his head, drenching him completely, while the other threaded gently through his long hair.

Jungkook kept his eyes closed, melting into the sensation, soft, satisfied noises slipping past his lips.

Taehyung’s long fingers traced along his back as his hips rolled instinctively against him. In that moment, Jungkook wondered why he had never taken a shower with Taehyung sooner. Even without things going further, he wanted to freeze this exact moment forever.

But knowing Taehyung, nothing ever stayed soft and slow.

Jungkook swallowed hard as Taehyung’s free hand gripped his ass, tugging sharply and baring his tight hole to the air. He shivered, unsure what was coming, until the round nozzle of the handheld shower pressed between his cheeks, and suddenly the spray burst directly over his rim.

“A-ah fuck!” His body jolted, thighs trembling as hot pulses slammed into his most sensitive spot. He gasped and moaned as the water struck in sharp bursts, too much and not enough, his rim twitching desperately under the relentless spray.

“Fuck, T-Taehyung, this is… this is—nghn—” He couldn’t even form a coherent sentence as the water continued to drive him wild from below.

“This is what? Good?” Taehyung asked softly, his arm holding him firmly in place, caging Jungkook’s writhing body against his own, their chests sliding against each other with every breath.

“Tell me how it feels, bun,” he continued, not expecting a full answer beyond the soft whines escaping Jungkook.

“I-I don’t know,” Jungkook breathed, letting out another sound of pleasure as Taehyung pressed the handheld shower harder against his clenching hole, the water seeming to penetrate even deeper inside him.

“You do,” Taehyung growled into his ear. “Tell me.”

Jungkook moaned, clutching at himself, eyes squeezed shut before gasping through ragged breaths, “I-it feels… weird… a-ahh… so, so good.”

Words tumbled out incoherently as Taehyung rubbed his thick cock against Jungkook’s, layering even more waves of pleasure onto what he was already feeling.

“T-Tae,” the boy hiccupped suddenly, his arms tightening around Taehyung’s neck, crushing his head between trembling biceps. “T-Tae, i-it tickles—nhn—it tickles my prostate,” he said in an urgent tone, his hips already pushing back helplessly against the spray tormenting his hole.

But no matter how much he bounced, how much he tried to grind against it, he could never reach the satisfaction he was so desperately chasing.

Taehyung’s eyes darkened with hunger, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched Jungkook flushed scarlet from his cheeks down to his milky chest, trying to ride the stream of water like a bitch in heat.

The younger bit down on his lip in frustration, whimpering Taehyung’s name again, begging silently for him to do something, anything, about the wrecked state he was in.

“Does it satisfy you?” Taehyung asked, brow arched. “Do you like how the water teases you, ruins you, as if it’s the one in control of your body?”

“N-no,” Jungkook whined, shaking his head over and over. “I hate it, water sucks,” he panted, but despite his words, his hips kept thrusting down onto the stream, his voice breaking as he started chanting with each bounce: “It sucks, it sucks—”

“Fuck, you really are just a slut” Taehyung growled, eyes locked on him. Jungkook moaned at the insult, his body betraying him completely.

Taehyung didn’t look away from Jungkook’s face once as he slipped a finger inside his tight hole, right next to the spray of water.

The younger didn’t even notice the slight intrusion at first, still bouncing with whining complaints. But the finger quickly made its presence known when it pressed hard against his prostate.

Jungkook’s entire body froze in Taehyung’s arms, his mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“Is this where it tickles?” Taehyung asked with feigned innocence, rubbing firmly over the bundle of nerves, making Jungkook shake even harder against him.

“Tae-ah—Tae, d-don’t—” he gasped weakly, before a long, broken whine tore out of him as Taehyung only pressed harder.

It was just one finger, yet Jungkook already felt dangerously close to orgasm, the water still forcing its way inside him making black spots dance in his vision. He felt Taehyung’s finger draw slow circles inside, stroking over every hypersensitive wall before pulling out again, leaving only the spray of water to torment him.

“Oh, bun, if only you could see the way your hole is clenching around the water like it’s trying to grab onto it,” Taehyung chuckled, eyes fixed on the sight of Jungkook’s rim spasming steadily under the stream.

“Sh-shut ah-up,” Jungkook mumbled weakly against Taehyung’s wet skin, muffling a cry with his teeth when he suddenly felt two fingers push through his tight walls.

“Fuck” Taehyung growled at the sensation of him squeezing down, his cock throbbing painfully in the air as he imagined it being the one swallowed so tightly by Jungkook’s warm hole.

Taehyung’s tongue dragged slowly across his lips as he pushed his fingers deeper, burying them to the knuckles before pulling out and slamming back in, fucking Jungkook with a ruthless pace.

Jungkook’s rim stretched around the intrusion, spasming helplessly as Taehyung twisted and drove his fingers hard against that swollen spot inside him.

The younger writhed in his hold, mind wrecked, babbling broken sounds into Taehyung’s skin while the older only stared at the filthy sight of his ass being finger-fucked so rough that water splattered around his hand in wet, messy slaps.

Then, just as suddenly, it was gone. Taehyung yanked his fingers free, leaving Jungkook gasping, knees buckling at the sharp emptiness.

The reprieve lasted only a heartbeat before the sharp smack of a slap echoed through the steam-filled shower, Taehyung’s palm striking his ass hard.

Jungkook jolted, a broken moan spilling out as precum dripped from his flushed tip. “Fucking assho—” he started, but another slap cut him off, sharper, the sting blooming before Taehyung’s fingers dug in, pinching the soft flesh.

“Fucking what?” Taehyung rasped in his ear.

“F-fuh-fuckk,” Jungkook whined brokenly, eyes rolling back.

When nothing else followed, Taehyung’s hand came down again, harsher this time, leaving a vivid red print on his pale skin. Humming in satisfaction, he let the water flow over the sting, Jungkook shivering at the touch before arching his back as Taehyung’s hand smoothed over the wet, abused flesh.

Jungkook blinked lazily as Taehyung’s warm breath ghosted over his ear, his mouth hovering there while his hand continued to caress him softly.

“Think you can handle this?” Taehyung asked suddenly, out of nowhere, his hands landing in soft little taps beneath the swell of Jungkook’s ass. Each tap made the flesh jiggle slightly, and Jungkook’s stomach fluttered at the teasing contact.

“W-what?” Jungkook stammered, completely clueless about what he was talking about.

“Three fingers” Taehyung breathed darkly

Jungkook’s eyes went wide the instant he realized what was coming, but there was nothing he could do except cry out in pleasure as Taehyung pushed three fingers deep inside him. He felt every inch stretching him perfectly, the sudden fullness making him arch his back with a desperate moan.

Then, hungry for friction in just the right spot, he rolled his hips, pressing back against the intrusion, savoring every delicious inch sliding inside him.

Taehyung chuckled, amused, as he watched Jungkook sensually fuck himself on his fingers, before cooing, “No need to move, bun. Hyung’s gonna do it for you.”

Jungkook froze at the words, a shiver running up his spine. “N-no… w-wait—” he gasped, but his breath faltered. He knew. Taehyung wasn’t just going to help him move—he was going to ruin him, drag him to the edge and beyond.

But his fingers were already retreating from Jungkook’s tight hole, pausing just at the entrance before sliding back in, stretching him even further.

Jungkook’s walls clenched around them immediately, and he could barely let out a shuddered whimper before moaning louder into Taehyung’s ear as the older found the perfect spot that made his legs tremble uncontrollably.

The pace increased, each thrust of Taehyung’s fingers synchronized with the rising heat between them. Jungkook felt every inch of him, every teasing press and curl against his walls, and the pleasure built faster than he could handle.

“Hyungie,” Jungkook gasped, his voice trembling as his body tightened around the intrusion, every nerve on fire. “H-hyung, I’m… I’m—”

Taehyung, knowing exactly what was about to happen, smiled as he murmured, “You know I’m not holding you back.”

To make it clear, he thrust his fingers even deeper, feeling the slight sting in his wrist but continuing without hesitation, determined to push Jungkook all the way to his peak.

Jungkook’s body writhed violently, moans rising higher and more desperate with each movement. His nails raked down Taehyung’s back, searching for something to anchor himself to.

“T-Taeh… Tae… fuck, f-fuck—” he gasped, nearly out of breath.

Taehyung held him tight, crushing Jungkook’s body against his chest as his fingers pressed mercilessly against his prostate.

Every deliberate thrust of his hips ground their hard cocks together, sending shivers of heat and need straight through the younger.

Jungkook’s nails dug into Taehyung’s skin as a guttural cry tore from his throat. His hips jerked violently, thick ropes of cum spurted over Taehyung’s abs.

They remained pressed together, chests heaving, as Jungkook slowly caught his breath.

Taehyung’s fingers traced lightly down his back, his voice low and soft as he murmured praise, telling him how good he had been and how much he loved him, letting the lingering waves of pleasure settle between them.

Taehyung set the handheld shower aside and pulled back, but immediately realized his mistake as Jungkook’s legs gave out. He caught him quickly, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist and pressing him back against his chest before he could hit the floor.

A shaky, relieved sigh escaped him. “Whoa there, baby. I don’t want you ending up with a concussion.”

Jungkook only whined in response, still dazed from the intensity of his orgasm. Then he felt Taehyung press him gently against the wall again. “Don’t move. I’m just getting the soap,” he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to Jungkook’s pouty lips.

Leaning against the cold tiles, Jungkook forced his eyes open as Taehyung returned with a bottle of soap. He poured some into his hands, rubbing them together slowly until the lather foamed, eyes glinting as he admired the trembling boy before him.

“Gonna make my baby clean,” Taehyung said, stepping closer.

He smiled widely and first simply placed his flat hands on Jungkook. Jungkook blinked, then looked down to see Taehyung’s palms molding over his chest. He raised an eyebrow, already fully aware of what the older was playing at.

Of course, Taehyung made no effort to hide his intentions as he gently pinched, making Jungkook whimper at how sensitive he still was. The older bit his bottom lip in excitement, repeating the motion several times, his soapy hands gliding smoothly over Jungkook’s full chest before letting his thumbs flick over his nipples.

“Ngnh—” Jungkook let out softly.

Taehyung watched them get squished and slightly bounce as he eased the pressure, then grabbed another handful and pinched again. Jungkook let him, eyes closed, letting out soft, breathy noises every time Taehyung touched him.

After a moment, Taehyung let his hands roam further. He traced down along Jungkook’s arms, following the curve of his biceps to his wrists, before letting one hand linger on the side of his tattooed arm. He moved it in a slow, teasing pattern over the ink, tracing every line sensually before gliding back up to his shoulder.

Jungkook let out a long sigh, his body already trembling at the touch.

Taehyung sank to his knees, his hands sliding over Jungkook’s thick thighs, worshiping every inch. He kneaded the firm muscles, squeezing and gliding higher along the inner thighs, making Jungkook squirm in anticipation.

His touches were firm yet smooth, roaming from knees up toward the most sensitive spots, and when he pinched just right, Jungkook’s body jerked in response, a sharp gasp escaping him.

Once he’d teased Jungkook enough, Taehyung restarted the shower, guiding him under the warm stream. Jungkook nuzzled into him, muscles finally loosening as the water rinsed the soap from his skin, the tension melting away beneath the older man’s touch.

“Baby,” Taehyung murmured softly, cupping Jungkook’s cheek to tilt his face toward him. His thumb brushed lightly over Jungkook’s wet skin as he paused, taking in those wide, doe eyes that blinked cutely with droplets of water slipping down his lashes.

A gentle smile curved his lips. “Can you show me where he touched you?” he asked, his voice quiet but steady.

Jungkook’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his gaze locked on Taehyung’s when hesitation flickered there. The patter of the shower against the tiles filled the silence, almost like a heartbeat.

For a moment, Taehyung second-guessed himself, wondering if it was really a good idea to ask. Could he make Jungkook revisit something so wrong, so unwanted? But then he reminded himself that it wasn’t for him—it was for Jungkook. He wanted to help, to erase everything else until Jungkook was consumed only by his touch, just as he had asked.

And it seemed that Jungkook understood. Slowly, his hand rose to rest over Taehyung’s, the gesture soft and grounding. He lingered there for a beat before whispering, “You sure?”

Taehyung frowned in confusion. Why was Jungkook asking him that? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?

A soft laugh slipped past Jungkook as he caught the expression on Taehyung’s face. “Are you sure you want to know where another man touched me? I don’t want it to make you angry or ruin what’s happening between us right now,” he said with a small grimace.

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed slightly, lips pressing into a pout as he realized he hadn’t even considered that. After a moment, he nodded. “I might get mad… but I’ll use it in a way you won’t complain about.”

Insane thing to say, he knew—but even Jungkook hadn’t wanted the moment ruined by some random asshole.

So Taehyung would just blame the crackling tension between them and the way Jungkook’s face still glowed with pleasure, obvious for anyone to see. Besides, he’d caught the hungry glint in Jungkook’s eyes when he’d spoken, so he wasn’t the only one being a little insane here after all.

A small smile tugged at Jungkook’s lips, his bunny teeth peeking out shyly. “Alright. I’ll show you,” he whispered.

“Yeah,” Taehyung murmured, nodding. “Show me every part, every inch. I’ll take care of it. Hyung will make it yours again.” His voice was so soft, but carried a possessive edge he couldn’t hide. He had to know. Even if his heart ached at the thought, he needed to, needed to replace every trace of that unwanted touch with his own.

Jungkook pulled his hand away from Taehyung’s and slowly lowered it. His eyes never left Taehyung’s, who watched every movement, focused, waiting for the spot Jungkook would reveal.

His fingertips finally rested on his collarbone. His index finger traced tiny, teasing circles, waiting to see what Taehyung would do next.

Taehyung already knew this was the spot that would be pointed out, because he had seen it earlier, but even so, an intoxicating feeling coiled in his stomach at the sight.

A quiet sigh slipped past his lips as he placed his hands gently on Jungkook’s hips, careful as though the boy might shatter beneath his touch.

He leaned closer, pressing his lips to the exact spot Jungkook had just touched.

At first, he let them linger against the skin for a long moment before pulling back slightly, then pressing his mouth again to the soft, damp skin, finally kissing it. His lips trailed slowly over every centimeter, leaving behind a path of gentle pecks and open-mouthed kisses.

Jungkook closed his eyes, tilting his head to give him more space. He gasped in surprise when Taehyung’s lips were replaced by teeth.

Taehyung deepened his mouth against the skin, sucking firmly and nibbling until the pale, milky surface bloomed with red-purple. A hickey formed beneath his lips, stark and raw against the softness.

Jungkook’s lips parted on a shaky breath, a soft gasp escaping him. His hands slid up instinctively, threading into Taehyung’s damp strands, tugging to press him harder against his skin, offering more, asking for more without words.

Taehyung hummed low, pressing his mouth back down, sucking and biting until another bruise appeared. He traced the delicate line of Jungkook’s collarbone, moving higher, painting the pale canvas with dark, blooming stains. By the time his lips reached the column of Jungkook’s neck, the skin was marked everywhere, each bruise a tender claim of Taehyung’s possession.

He lifted his face to meet Jungkook’s, kissing him tenderly before whispering against his lips, “Next?”

Jungkook trembled slightly at the sound of his voice. He could feel the faint edge of possession, the shadow of rage Taehyung must be holding back, yet his eyes remained warm and affectionate, softening the gentle caresses along Jungkook’s waist.

As before, Jungkook didn’t take his eyes off him as he brought his hand down, resting it just above Taehyung’s.

Taehyung’s eyes twitched slightly as he let out a soft, shaky breath, one Jungkook might not have noticed if he hadn’t been keeping his gaze on him.

It must have been overwhelming for Taehyung, realizing slowly that someone had touched Jungkook without consent, and that he hadn’t been there in time to stop it.

Jungkook didn’t hold it against him. He never would. And he had already told Taehyung not to feel guilty, but he knew he would anyway.

That was exactly why he wanted him to—wanted him to mark his body, to leave kisses and hickeys. It wasn’t just for Jungkook’s sake. It helped Taehyung too, giving him the quiet reassurance that Jungkook was safe and willing, ready to offer himself completely for Taehyung to claim as his own.

When Taehyung made his way down to Jungkook’s waist, he didn’t crouch immediately.

First, he traced a path with soft kisses along Jungkook’s body, from the curve of his neck down to the center of his chest, before teasingly flicking his tongue over Jungkook’s tight abs. Finally, he reached his destination, nuzzling his nose against Jungkook’s wet skin.

Jungkook slid his hand back into Taehyung’s damp hair, watching him repeat the same slow, deliberate motions he’d used on his neck, now tracing his waist. His teeth sank into his bottom lip at the sensation, fire igniting through him. He couldn’t hold back a wrecked moan when Taehyung’s teeth caught a part of him, tugging slightly.

Taehyung released him quickly, soothing the spot with a series of gentle pecks. “Whose is this?” he rasped, before lowering his mouth to suck on Jungkook’s waist, leaving behind a vivid purple mark that looked stunning against his pale skin.

“Yours,” Jungkook replied, cupping his jaw to lift his head toward him. “It’s all yours,” he added, just to drive him a little crazier.

He saw the effect of his words as Taehyung’s eyes darkened.

Without breaking eye contact, Taehyung leaned into Jungkook’s body again, pressing a slow, sensual kiss to him—one that Jungkook knew wasn’t meaningless. It was meant to awaken something deep inside him.

It was intoxicating how a single gesture could hold such power over the other, how they instinctively knew exactly what would drive one insane or leave the other completely undone.

Jungkook whimpered as his cock responded despite the seemingly innocent action, charged with tension. Blood rushed to the place that ached most, while Taehyung’s lips continued to explore the curves of his waist, as if nothing else in the world mattered but him.

Taehyung was back on his feet, eyes dark as he growled, “Next.”

This time, Jungkook didn’t hesitate. He lifted his arm, placing his wrist in front of Taehyung’s face. He no longer felt capable of dragging the moment out now that desire had taken over his mind.

Taehyung’s jaw tightened as he stared at the delicate pulse beneath Jungkook’s skin. Slowly, he took the wrist in his hand, bringing it to his mouth and pressing a long, lingering kiss to it.

Jungkook almost giggled at the sight—Taehyung looked like a hungry vampire, sucking at the blood of his pulse. His eyes were closed, brows furrowed in an adorably intense focus.

“Hyung,” Jungkook called softly.

Taehyung’s eyes fluttered open, heavy-lidded and slightly glazed, but his lips stayed pressed to Jungkook’s wrist, as if saying he had no intention of letting go.

Jungkook didn’t wait for a response. “Bite me,” he murmured.

Taehyung frowned, hesitant. He didn’t think the wrist was the best place to bite for pleasure.

“Come on,” Jungkook urged, pouting slightly. “Bite me.”

Their eyes stayed locked under the hot cascade of the shower until Taehyung finally grazed his teeth along Jungkook’s skin. Jungkook shivered instantly, a sharp thrill shooting through him as Taehyung’s thumb traced slow, teasing circles along the underside of his arm, where he had been holding him.

Then Taehyung bit down, careful not to hurt him but firm enough to make him gasp.

Jungkook’s fingers tightened in Taehyung’s damp hair, his body shuddering uncontrollably. “Fuck, you’re so hot” he groaned, hips pressing instinctively against Taehyung as the nibble and the gentle caress sent his senses reeling.

Wanting those lips back on him, he yanked Taehyung closer by the hair, bridging the small distance between them. Their mouths collided in a desperate, hungry kiss, teeth and tongue tangling as heat and want poured between them.

Jungkook let out a muffled moan as Taehyung grabbed both of their cocks, pulling him even deeper into the scorching kiss.

His hand was large enough to wrap around his own erection and Jungkook’s semi-hard length, which quickly stiffened to match Taehyung’s. The strokes were fast and sloppy, slick with water, creating obscene slapping noises that mingled with their muffled groans.

For what felt like the umpteenth time since this burning session had begun, Jungkook’s back pressed against the cold shower wall. Taehyung thrust his hips against him, nuzzling between his thighs while his hand continued to stroke their cocks relentlessly.

“Fu-fuck,” Jungkook breathed out when he pulled back, blinking as pleasure surged far too quickly through him.

“Have I ever told you how fucking pretty you are?” Taehyung rasped, pressing the tip of his thumb to Jungkook’s flushed head before doing the same to his own.

Jungkook gasped, his cock twitching hard in Taehyung’s grip, every stroke sending sparks of heat racing through him. “Y-you’ve said it a-a-ahn million times,” he managed

Taehyung chuckled at the response, kissed his cute nose, and pushed his hand down in a tight grip, making Jungkook moan his name weakly.

“And it’s still not enough,” he murmured, his hand moving faster, almost impossibly eager, as if it had a mind of its own. “I should be telling you you’re pretty every single second, so you never, ever forget it—f-fuck.”

“T-Tae—”

“f-fuck bun”

“Tae-ahh… Tae” Jungkook murmured shakily as his hand came up to grip Taehyung’s shoulder tenderly, his nails digging back into his skin, leaving more marks. His eyes barely opened, lips parting as words caught in his throat.

Taehyung pressed his forehead against Jungkook’s, their noses nearly touching, then suddenly stopped, squeezing their shafts together and pressing them into each other. The maddening pressure made them both moan, mouths open against one another, Jungkook’s cry rising as he arched his back and tugged at Taehyung’s wet hair with his other hand.

“A-ass,” Jungkook choked out. “M-my ass, Taehyu—nghn.”

“I know. I’m going to ruin it,” Taehyung replied lowly, his hand coming up to grab Jungkook’s jaw, squeezing his face gently but firmly between his fingers.

Jungkook’s doe eyes blinked up at him, pink, swollen lips jutting out cutely, soft from the time they’d spent devouring each other’s mouths. Taehyung couldn’t help but notice how much more adorable Jungkook looked like this—wet, flushed, the dark depths of his eyes shining through the mess of hair stuck to his face.

“Hyung, my ass” he said slowly, trying to make it clear that this was the last part of his body the man had allowed himself to touch.

The thought of those hands should have sickened him, but it didn’t. Not anymore. Taehyung’s touches had already overwritten the filth, replacing the ugly memories with soft, devastating caresses that burned into him in their own way.

Now, Jungkook wanted more. He wanted Taehyung riled, consumed with the jealousy and anger that would finally push him to take what Jungkook had been aching to give.

He was desperate to see Taehyung’s reaction once he caught on to what he meant.

But Taehyung didn’t seem to have understood, apparently completely forgetting what they had been doing in the first place.

He laughed lightly as he let go of Jungkook’s face, cupping it gently in his palm. “What’s up with your ass, baby?”

Jungkook almost hated himself for what he was about to do, for breaking that softness. But desperation drowned out guilt.

“He touched my ass.” The words fell bluntly from his lips, stripped of patience.

Taehyung’s face froze. The glow he’d radiated seconds ago vanished in an instant, replaced by a dark shadow that sharpened his features into something unrecognizable. His jaw flexed, eyes narrowing in a way that made it seem like his fury was aimed at Jungkook—like it physically pained him to hear it said out loud.

“He did not,” Taehyung rasped, shaking his head as if denying reality

“He did.” Jungkook cut straight through his hope, his heart lurching at the sight of Taehyung’s jaw tightening. It pushed him to add, “He touched my ass and squeezed it like it belonged to him.”

Taehyung’s palm slammed against the wall right beside his head as he leaned in, dark eyes sending a cold shiver racing down Jungkook’s spine. It was clear now that out of all the places the man had dared to touch him, this was the breaking point, the one that had truly struck a nerve.

“You’re lying. Bun, tell me you’re lying.”

Fuck. Jungkook bit down on his tongue, trying not to whimper at the sound of Taehyung’s voice dropping so low it rumbled through his chest.

It thrilled him, even though he knew it was wrong, so wrong, to use this as a way to pull out the darkest desires he knew lived inside Taehyung. But he needed it. He needed it so badly.

And since he didn’t trust his own voice—afraid it would give away what he was truly thinking—he simply shook his head, keeping his doe eyes locked on Taehyung’s.

Taehyung let out a trembling breath, hatred slowly flooding through him, seeping into his veins until it pulsed there. “He touched your ass,” he repeated, slower this time, disbelief still lacing his tone.

Jungkook thought it still wasn’t going fast enough, Taehyung was taking too long to process everything. That's why he wanted to add another layer, something that might finally make him snap.

But the thought was ripped away the moment Taehyung’s arm slid around his back, his hand gripping firmly at his waist. With a rough tug, he twisted Jungkook’s body until his chest was pressed flat against the tiles.

A shuddered moan escaped Jungkook as his nipples dragged against the cold, wet surface, the sensation sharp and overwhelming. Another louder moan followed when Taehyung’s body slammed against his back, his hard erection slotting perfectly between his asscheeks, grinding there like it belonged.

Taehyung’s hand grabbed one of his round cheeks, squeezing it hard between his fingers. “He touched you here?!” he growled against his ear, his tone raw with anger.

“Y-yeah,” Jungkook mewled, his palms flattening against the wall as his fingers curled in anticipation. “Just like you’re doing now, he pinched so harsh—ahh—” His words broke into a helpless cry when Taehyung crushed him deliciously against the wall, pressing all of his weight down onto him.

“That asshole” Taehyung spat, voice dripping with hate.

Jungkook’s lips parted in awe before he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, his eyes falling downward.

His cock was pinned between his body and the freezing tiles, throbbing hard, the flushed head shining with thick precum that smeared against the surface in desperate streaks.

“Bun…” Taehyung tried again, softer this time, though the rage was still there, simmering just beneath his voice. “He’s not allowed to touch you there. No one has that right.” His lips brushed slowly over the damp skin of Jungkook’s back, tracing along the lines of his muscles with deliberate care.

“Yes, he’s not allowed,” Jungkook agreed gently, like he was trying to soothe a child. His hand reached back, threading into Taehyung’s wet hair and tugging him closer until Jungkook turned his face, bringing them nose to nose.

“So show me who really does have the right,” he whispered, hot breath ghosting over Taehyung’s lips. “Who can grab my ass, squeeze it, slap it until there are marks.”

Almost instinctively, Taehyung’s hand clamped down harder on the swell of his flesh. “Me,” he rasped low.

“You,” Jungkook confirmed, pushing his ass back deliberately, grinding harder against the thick cock pressed between his cheeks. “I want you to ruin my ass, hyung.”

“To ruin your ass,” Taehyung echoed darkly, his hips starting to move in slow circles, dragging his length over the curve of Jungkook’s ass. Jungkook let out a soft whine at the friction, pressing harder into him.

“Y-yes… ruin it, claim it, use it until every single nerve in my body can only remember you—ah, fuck… only you,” Jungkook stammered breathlessly, his ass rubbing back faster, desperate. He felt Taehyung’s cock sliding perfectly between his cheeks, so close to where he ached to be filled, where he needed him most.

His lip trembled as he bit down, nearly in frustration. He needed to feel full, stuffed deep until there was nothing left inside him but Taehyung. He felt empty without it.

Taehyung kissed along his jaw, breath heavy, almost snarling through his nose as he rutted slowly against him. He felt the tight rim of Jungkook’s hole clench around him, each small, hungry squeeze tempting his cock like a dangerous spell, begging him to finally sink inside.

“Mine,” Taehyung breathed, thumb gliding over the smooth swell of Jungkook’s ass.

“T-Tae, please,” Jungkook whimpered, need radiating off him. “I want you, p-please fuck me.”

Taehyung’s response came as the sharp sound of him spitting a molar into his hand before spreading the saliva over his fingers. Without hesitation, he pressed three fingers back into Jungkook’s hole. Jungkook sucked them in with a trembling moan, legs quivering as he braced against the cold tiles.

He moved with controlled intensity, stretching Jungkook carefully, deliberately avoiding his prostate just enough to leave him desperate for more. Each shallow press, each slow pull, built the frustration, promising a later release that would utterly consume him. He watched every reaction—Jungkook’s body trembling, hands sliding over the slick tiles, chest rising and falling in shallow pants. The cute shakiness of Jungkook’s voice as he begged for more made Taehyung grind against him, growing impatient.

Leaning closer, he pressed his chest against Jungkook’s back, hand gripping the curve of his hip to hold him in place. A low hum rumbled from his chest as he continued, teasing and stretching, keeping just beneath the point of satisfaction.

When Taehyung decided it was enough, his fingers slipped out and he spat over them again, slicking himself with the saliva. He began to rub himself with fast, impatient strokes, eyes fixed on Jungkook pressed against the wall.

Jungkook’s muscles glistened under the warm spray of water, his ass flushed and marked from earlier touches. His hands dug into the cold tiles while his legs shifted, grinding just enough to give his cock the friction it desperately needed.

The sight alone nearly pushed Taehyung over the edge, but he held back, yanking his hand away roughly, hissing at the loss of the orgasm that had been so close.

Taehyung let out a low sigh as he pressed the leaking tip of his cock against Jungkook’s gaping entrance. The boy whimpered louder, finally feeling the feather-light touch he had been craving brush against him.

To be sure everything was slick and safe, so he wouldn’t risk hurting him, Taehyung dipped his head, letting a thick strand of saliva fall from his lips. The warm, sticky trail dripped down between Jungkook’s ass before gathering on the swollen head of his cock.

Jungkook shivered at the slick, heated sensation, his heart racing from the slow, torturous buildup of pleasure.

Taehyung’s hands braced firmly against his ass as he finally pushed inside, filling him completely. Even with all the preparation, Jungkook’s walls clenched tightly around him, the familiar stretch sharp enough to make him cry out.

He was so desperate, so achingly needy, that part of him wanted to beg Taehyung to ruin him right there, not wanting to drag out the moment any longer. But he knew better than to expect immediate indulgence.

Taehyung would make him wait. Make him feel every second.

So Jungkook held himself still, letting the older take his sweet time until his cock was seated deep, nestled fully inside. A shaky sigh escaped Taehyung’s lips at the sensation, and Jungkook rolled his eyes at the overwhelming fullness, eyelids fluttering shut as his body worked to adjust around the thick stretch.

For a fleeting second, his mind drifted to the faint sound of water droplets still falling in the background, echoing in the quiet. The shower was still running, wasted streams slipping down the drain, forgotten. Not good, Jungkook thought faintly, lips twitching into the ghost of a grimace.

But his expression dissolved the moment Taehyung began to slide out, torturously slow, until only the tip lingered inside.

Jungkook’s fingers dug into the cold white tiles, curling slightly with anticipation. He was on the verge of begging when Taehyung plunged fully back inside with a forceful thrust.

The younger’s body jolted forward into the wall, a ragged moan tearing from his throat in pure satisfaction.

Taehyung buried himself deep again, hips grinding in subtle motions that had his cock brushing over every inch of Jungkook’s sensitive walls. Then he pulled out, only to drive forward again, making Jungkook cry out helplessly as his body clenched around him.

“Y-you feel so fucking good,” Taehyung groaned, throat dry, as if he hadn’t touched himself in ages. He let out a low moan, finally finding a steady rhythm, hips snapping into him with measured force.

Jungkook’s chest pressed against the wall, his flushed skin burning hot against the cold surface. He couldn’t stop moaning with every thrust Taehyung delivered, the pleasure so sharp it felt like he was rediscovering it all over again—like the first time, only more desperate, more consuming.

Each deep, punishing snap of Taehyung’s hips had him crying out louder, especially when the older man finally hit that sweet, sensitive bundle of nerves buried inside him.

Jungkook’s entire body shook at the contact, the pressure, the way it lit every nerve on fire.

He never wanted to forget what this felt like. Never wanted to lose the memory of being this full, with Taehyung pounding him open like he belonged there.

“Ahh—h-hyung… more, p-please,” he begged, voice breaking before dissolving into a choked cry of pleasure when the thrusts grew faster, harder.

Taehyung grunted low in his throat, hips slamming into him with unrelenting force, making Jungkook’s knees threaten to give out.

His hands, still gripping Jungkook’s ass firmly, spread him open before releasing one cheek just long enough to land a sharp slap.

The crack echoed through the shower, followed instantly by Jungkook’s whine as his back arched, hips jerking back into Taehyung’s cock like he couldn’t get enough. He ground against him, silently begging for more.

And Taehyung gave him more.

Another harsh slap landed, harder this time, and Taehyung chuckled low when a red handprint bloomed across the younger’s skin. His fingers dug into Jungkook’s hips, gripping bruisingly tight as he drove him back faster, each thrust hitting with brutal precision.

“F-fuck!” Jungkook screamed, cheek mashed against the cold wall, mouth hanging open as drool slipped from the corner of his lips. Every sound he made was raw, shameless.

“That ass is mine,” Taehyung rasped, voice low and feral as his fingers tightened around Jungkook’s waist, bruises sure to bloom. He slammed forward again, striking dead against Jungkook’s prostate, and snarled, “You’re all mine.”

The shower echoed with obscene sounds, the wet smack of Taehyung’s balls hitting Jungkook’s ass. His cock slid in and out of the younger’s tight hole with rapid precision, every movement forcing out spit, precum, and water in sloppy, messy rhythms.

Jungkook’s hands scrambled desperately against the slick tiles, fingers curling helplessly as he tried to find something to grip. His arms slid down the wall until only his forearms stayed pressed against it, his body dragged back by the force of Taehyung’s thrusts.

His spine arched into a perfect bow, ass pushed out as Taehyung pounded mercilessly, watching with hooded eyes as his cock disappeared over and over into Jungkook’s tight, clenching heat.

“Taeh-hyung…” Jungkook whimpered, his voice breaking, his whole body trembling with need as the heat inside him built to something unbearable.

But Taehyung wasn’t finished with him. Not even close.

Against his own restraint, Taehyung pulled out, leaving him empty and shivering. Jungkook whimpered at the sudden loss, but before he could complain, Taehyung spun him around, his grip on Jungkook’s waist firm and unyielding. He pressed the younger’s back against the fogged-up shower glass, steam swirling around them as the hot water continued to pour.

“Oh, baby…” Taehyung’s tone softened, reverent, as his eyes drank in Jungkook’s face fully—the flushed pink across his cheeks, the swollen lips parted for air, the heavy-lidded eyes struggling to focus as his head lolled back against the misty glass.

“My pretty, baby bun” Taehyung murmured, brushing his mouth against Jungkook’s before capturing his lips in a slow kiss.

One hand slid lower, traveling down Jungkook’s waist until it hooked beneath his thigh. With a firm push, Taehyung lifted him, forcing Jungkook to wrap a leg tightly around his waist. The younger gasped into his mouth, a needy whine spilling out as the position shifted.

With his leg clinging to Taehyung’s side, Jungkook’s body opened up again, and Taehyung got the perfect view—his hole, still clenching desperately around nothing, on full display.

Taehyung smirked, gaze dark and predatory. He rocked his hips forward, letting the slick tip of his cock drag against that twitching rim, teasing, making Jungkook squirm and moan.

Then, with one sharp push, he sank back inside, his length swallowed greedily by the younger’s heat as if Jungkook’s body had been waiting for it.

Jungkook broke into a needy whine, his whole body tightening at the overwhelming stretch. From this angle, every inch of Taehyung filling him felt impossibly deep, reaching places he hadn’t even known existed.

Taehyung buried his face in Jungkook’s neck, exhaling a ragged breath as he rolled his hips forward for the first sharp thrust. This time, though, he didn’t rush. His movements were measured and unhurried, grinding deep, savoring the way Jungkook’s tight heat clutched around him and every soft moan that spilled from his swollen lips.

“F-fuck, bun, so tight for me, hm?” Taehyung muttered, rolling his hips deep and slow, dragging out another whine from him.

Every time he pounded against Jungkook’s prostate, Jungkook’s body seized, nails digging hard into his back.

“So tight it feels like you want to keep hyung’s cock inside forever,” Taehyung growled into his ear before pressing against that perfect spot again, making Jungkook cry out in pleasure, clawing harder.

“Taehyung—” Jungkook’s breath came in shallow gasps, voice trembling. “F-Faster, p-please.”

Taehyung only leaned back to look at him, lips quirking into a lazy smile as his eyes drank in every inch of Jungkook’s fucked-out face.

Jungkook didn’t want to beg twice.

Instead, he pressed the heel of his foot firmly against Taehyung’s ass, forcing him deeper inside. The sudden shove made both of them groan, Taehyung’s cock buried to the hilt.

“So eager…” Taehyung chuckled, voice dripping with amusement, but his hips stayed deliberately slow, savoring every desperate shiver.

“Fuck me faster, or I’ll just jerk myself of—”

He didn’t get to finish. Taehyung pulled almost all the way out, only to slam back in with brutal force, ripping a scream straight from Jungkook’s throat. His head snapped back against the glass, exposing his neck—already covered in Taehyung’s hickeys—for the older to admire with dark satisfaction.

Taehyung leaned in, lips wrapping around Jungkook’s Adam’s apple, sucking hard as his hips finally began to move faster. A low growl rumbled from his throat when Jungkook’s nails suddenly raked across his ass, leaving deep, biting marks that would last for days.

Despite that, Taehyung kept pounding hard inside him, hitting Jungkook’s sweet spot with every thrust. He moved with such raw intensity that he barely registered how completely overwhelmed Jungkook was—his body trembling, words spilling out in a jumble of desperate curses as his vision blurred from the flood of sensation.

It felt so intense, so delicious, that Jungkook pressed his thighs harder against Taehyung, the one still lifted and braced against his hip, shaking with pleasure. Black spots danced before his eyes as Taehyung moaned into his ear, thrusting in a way that made him jump with every powerful movement.

“O-oh, hyung… nghn… hyung, please… give me more,” he begged softly, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

Taehyung’s legs trembled from the pleasure coiling deep inside him, but he forced himself to keep going. He drove into Jungkook harder with each deliberate thrust, moving deeper and faster, until the boy’s ecstatic cries dissolved into incoherent babbling.

The raw heat between them burned through every nerve, and Taehyung couldn’t help but push even harder, lost in the relentless rhythm of their bodies.

Then the tip of his cock hit Jungkook’s sensitive prostate one time too many.

A strangled cry tore from his throat, his hand shooting up to grab onto something, but all he found was the fogged glass. His fingers slid uselessly over the slick surface, smearing through the condensation before finally flattening in surrender.

His body kept bouncing with every merciless thrust, lips spilling broken whimpers and soft, breathless 'fucks' each time Taehyung drove inside him.

Jungkook teetered on his tiptoes, body writhing uncontrollably, desperate to escape the overwhelming sensation threatening to push him over the edge.

His cock pulsed harder, on the brink of a second orgasm, and he wanted to warn Taehyung—but this damn demon had suddenly surged with new energy.

The hand that still held his leg pushed him higher, deeper, driving inside him with a force that made him gasp and shiver, completely at Taehyung’s mercy.

“F-fuck, Jungkook, I—” Taehyung growled, voice raw with bliss. His other hand shot up, entwining with Jungkook’s against the fogged glass, holding him captive in every sense. “I love you, baby… s-so fucking much.”

He’s close too, Jungkook realized, shivering as Taehyung’s thrusts turned urgent, desperate, less controlled. The look in his eyes was pure possession, burning into him like fire.

A broken moan tore from Jungkook’s throat, his head nodding frantically. “Y-yes… yes, yeah p-please—” he begged, greedy and insatiable, swallowing every thrust like he could never get enough.

“T-taehyungie!!”

“Come with me, baby,” Taehyung groaned, hips slamming forward, crushing Jungkook between the glass and the solid wall of his chest. “Let hyung see how much you love his cock.”

Their lips collided just as they reached their peak. A guttural moan ripped from Taehyung as he spilled hard inside, cock twitching violently, filling Jungkook completely.

Jungkook’s eyes rolled back, sobbing moans echoing off the walls as he unraveled completely, his own cock jerking between them, painting their stomachs with his release.

Taehyung kept moving, grinding slowly through the aftershocks, feeling every shiver and squeeze of Jungkook’s tight walls around him. The wet, obscene sounds of their bodies echoed around them until, finally, with a heavy sigh, he stilled, staying buried deep.

Both gasped for breath, bodies trembling together, until Jungkook sagged helplessly against the fogged glass, completely drained, every ounce of strength bled dry.

Carefully, Taehyung lowered Jungkook’s leg back to the ground, letting him stand on shaky feet again. He kept a steady arm around him, guiding Jungkook’s limp body beneath the spray of water.

Tired of lingering in the shower, he rinsed them both quickly, washing away every trace of what they’d just done—everything except the scratches and love bites littering their skin, marks that would last for days.

He turned off the water, the stream stopping abruptly.

When he looked down, Jungkook was completely slumped against him, cheek pressed to his chest, lips slightly parted as soft, warm breaths fanned against his skin.

Taehyung smiled. There was no point in trying to wake him, Jungkook looked far too content, drifting somewhere between sleep and lingering pleasure.

He squatted slightly, one hand still gripping Jungkook’s waist while the other slid under the backs of his knees. With a grunt, he lifted him effortlessly into his arms, holding him close as he stepped out of the shower.

Suddenly, Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open, as if one last spark of energy still pulsed through him. His gaze met Taehyung’s, heavy-lidded and almost lazy, yet filled with something tender.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow in question, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

Jungkook didn’t smile back. Instead, his hands reached up and grabbed Taehyung’s face, squeezing his cheeks a little too tightly, forcing their eyes to lock.

The silence that followed was brief, but it stretched between them like forever.

Finally, Jungkook pulled Taehyung’s face toward his, their lips pressing together softly. There was no movement, no tongue—just a gentle, lingering press. Then, he pulled back slightly and whispered, “I love you too.”

And just like that, as if his body had finished the last thing it needed to do, Jungkook’s arms wrapped loosely around Taehyung’s neck before his head dropped into the crook of his shoulder. He slipped back into sleep instantly.

Taehyung blinked, the moment having passed so slowly yet so fast that he needed a second to let it replay in his mind.

Then his smile stretched into a wide grin, warmth surging through his chest while butterflies fluttered wildly in his stomach

“Cute,” he mumbled softly.