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Jungkook tapped "Start Live" with a soft sigh, the screen illuminating his tidy, all-black living room. His wires zipped across a sleek carpet, leading to the camera perched on a minimalist desk.
"Hi, ARMY," he greeted, voice warm and just a touch playful. "I came back to Korea a few days ago, and I wanted to see you all—plus, my birthday's coming up." His grin was easy, and already the chat balloons exploded with lovestruck emojis and hype.
He chuckled as the comments exploded with early wishes. “You’re already ahead of me.”
He shifted in his chair, angling the camera as he gave a lazy tour of his surroundings. Fans immediately dubbed it mafia-coded, the cool palette only enhancing Jungkook’s sharp features, his dark hair falling effortlessly across his forehead.
The flood of comments scrolled faster than he could follow, but a familiar username caught his eye. He blinked, leaned closer, and broke into a grin.
Kim Taehyung has commented.
Jungkook’s ears flushed pink, the corner of his mouth curving upward before he could stop it.
“Hyung,” Jungkook murmured to himself, eyes flicking over the screen.
At first, Taehyung typed casually, a simple comment about cardio and washing up and Seokjin commenting. Jungkook chuckled, cheeks dimpling as he read it aloud, trying to hide the fondness dripping in his tone.
But what ARMY didn’t see, what no one but Jungkook saw, was the private message that popped up on his phone
Taebear:
I join? Let’s treat them. Tease them a little.
Jungkook’s heart thudded. He typed back quickly under the desk.
Bunbun:
Come. Please. It feels empty without you.
Seconds later, another comment flashed in the chat.
Kim Taehyung:
What is this?
Kim Taehyung:
There’s a 1:1 live
Kim Taehyung:
Turn it on.
The screen glitched for a second before splitting into two frames, on the left, Jungkook’s sharp, monochrome living room, and on the right, Taehyung’s softer, golden, black and white lit backdrop. He was curled up on a couch, hair slightly tousled, a loose shirt hanging comfortably on his frame.
“Ah, there he is,” Jungkook said, voice unconsciously lighter, as if a weight had lifted.
“Hi, ARMY,” Taehyung greeted, his baritone smooth, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I thought Jungkookie might get lonely, so… I came.”
The chat exploded. TAEKOOK!!!!!! flooded the screen in multiple languages, hearts and crying emojis pouring nonstop.
Jungkook leaned back in his chair, trying and failing, to hide how his lips kept tugging into a grin. “You could’ve warned me,” he teased.
“I did warn you,” Taehyung countered with mock indignation, pointing at the chat. “I told you to turn on 1:1.”
Fans spammed translations rapidly.
ARMY:
He said 1:1!! Roommate vibes! Oh my god, this is history.
“Hyung…” Jungkook sighed, though the fondness in his voice betrayed him. “Now ARMY will think we live next door.”
Taehyung smirked at the camera, that mischievous glint in his eyes making the comments speed even faster. “Don’t we?”
The subtitles lagged for a moment before flashing an odd translation, ‘We live in each other’s next doors.’
Jungkook burst into laughter, shaking his head. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Taehyung only laughed along, gaze lingering on Jungkook’s on the screen.
“Hyung,” Jungkook tilted his head, narrowing his eyes playfully, “have you wash? Your hair doesn’t look like it.”
Taehyung blinked, then huffed a soft laugh, running a hand through his messy strands. “I did! I showered earlier… maybe it just looks fluffy.”
Jungkook chuckled, clearly unconvinced, dimples deepening. “Sure, fluffy.”
The chat instantly lit up with LMAOOO he exposed him and Jungkook is savage but caring.
The chat went wild, but Jungkook barely noticed. His gaze lingered on the screen longer than necessary, tracing the way Taehyung’s lips curved around his words, the gleam of mischief in his eyes. He looked utterly at ease, and Jungkook felt his chest warm at the sight.
They fell into easy banter, their rhythm as natural as breathing.
“So—what if we started running again?” Jungkook suggested, his grin boyish.
Taehyung tilted his head, pretending to think as he chewed. “Three times a week,” he decided, “but if we tell them when, fans will show up and hunt us like Pokémon GO.”
Jungkook barked out a laugh, eyes crinkling. “They’ll sprint right past us! You’d hate that, Tae. Your pride—”
“Exactly,” Taehyung cut in smoothly, smirking. “I can’t let that happen.”
The chat exploded with laughter, but Jungkook wasn’t watching the comments anymore. He was watching him, the way Taehyung’s smile deepened, the little crinkle of his nose, the way he leaned closer to the camera as if closing the distance between them.
“Fine,” Taehyung continued, “you can run with us, ARMY, but there’s a rule. No talking. Don’t say that you are an ARMY. Focus on running. Don’t overtake us, don’t make comments like ‘is that all you’ve got’, don’t click a pictures of us, don’t assume we are tired, it’s just a strategic pacer.”
“Hyung,” Jungkook teased, shaking his head, “Anyway. Around 8?”
Taehyung’s laugh was low, and Jungkook felt the sound settle warmly in his chest. He looked at the screen like it was the only thing in the room, his eyes soft, whipped, and hopelessly in love.
And ARMY, buzzing in the millions, thought they were just watching another playful Taekook moment and feels like third wheeling.
The live wound down with Taehyung munching lazily on his food and Jungkook jogging steadily on the treadmill, sweat glistening under the lights. Fans flooded the comments with heart emojis, laughter, and wild theories about how the two seemed far too in sync for people supposedly living apart. When Jungkook finally ended the live with a flushed grin and Taehyung waved him off with a bite of food still in his mouth earlier, ARMY thought the curtain had closed.
But behind that carefully drawn curtain was something entirely different.
Taehyung stretched out across the bed, a half-finished tray of food abandoned on the nightstand, the soft glow of the TV flickering over his face. A movie played quietly, more background noise than anything, as he propped his chin on his hand, eyes drowsy but warm.
The sound of running water ceased down the hall. Moments later, Jungkook padded in, hair damp and clinging to his forehead, loose sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The faint scent of his shower gel drifted in with him, clean, fresh, unmistakably Jungkook. Without hesitation, he climbed onto the bed and immediately wrapped himself around Taehyung from behind, his arms sliding around the older’s waist like they belonged there.
“Jungkookie,” Taehyung chuckled, squirming lightly under the sudden weight, though his smile betrayed his fondness. “Your hair—yah, wipe it first.” He reached back to swat at Jungkook’s damp strands. “You’ll catch a cold like that.”
Jungkook only buried his face into Taehyung’s shoulder with a low laugh, voice muffled against the cotton of his shirt. “But you’re warmer than any towel.”
Taehyung twisted on the bed the moment Jungkook burrowed against his shoulder again, his voice slipping into that whiny drawl that always made Jungkook’s chest ache with affection.
“Jungkookieee,” he complained, brows furrowing as he tugged at the younger’s damp hair. “Wipe it first! You’ll get sick, and then I’ll have to take care of you.”
Jungkook only laughed, the sound low and breathy against Taehyung’s shirt. “But you take care of me anyway,” he teased, hugging him tighter.
With a little pout, Taehyung slipped out of his hold, scooping the towel from the nightstand. “Aish, seriously… come here.” He shuffled onto his knees, leaning over Jungkook, and began rubbing the towel through his wet strands. His lips jutted out in exaggerated annoyance, but his hands were gentle, careful.
Jungkook lay back against the pillows, just watching. His lips curved into a smile so soft it almost ached, dimples peeking as he took in every detail, the way Taehyung’s nose scrunched when the towel slipped, the way his hair fell into his eyes as he leaned down, the faint pink tint coloring his pout.
“They’re probably all making memes right now,” Taehyung muttered under his breath, as if to distract from the intimacy of the moment. “I bet half of ARMY is already planning to go to the Han River tomorrow, searching for us like detectives.”
Jungkook chuckled, shoulders shaking. “Mm, and the other half is probably crying over your eating habits.”
Taehyung shot him a mock glare but couldn’t hide the twitch of a smile. “Don’t laugh, I’m serious. We’re gonna be trending for days.”
Jungkook hummed, but his gaze never left him. His heart swelled at how endearingly Taehyung fussed, towel brushing through his hair with little, careful pats. He let the moment stretch, soaking in every second of his boyfriend’s warmth.
And before Taehyung could scold him again, Jungkook leaned forward, catching his lips in a soft, fleeting peck. Just enough to make Taehyung’s pout falter into wide-eyed surprise, towel still tangled in Jungkook’s damp hair, lips parted in shock. His cheeks flushed a warm pink, and he blinked at him, scandalized.
“Y-yah, Jungkookie!” he whined, swatting lightly at his chest with the towel. “You can’t just do that!”
Jungkook’s laugh rang out, low and boyish, as he caught Taehyung’s wrist before it could land another playful hit. “Why not?” he asked, grin spreading wide. “It was just a peck. My adorable boyfriend was pouting—I had to fix it.”
Taehyung’s pout deepened, though the corners of his mouth betrayed a smile. “You’re impossible,” he mumbled, turning his face away, ears burning red.
Jungkook leaned closer, his voice dipping into a teasing murmur. “Mhmm, but you liked it.”
“Did not,” Taehyung shot back too quickly, clutching the towel to his chest like a shield.
Jungkook chuckled, eyes sparkling as he brushed his still-damp hair back. “Baby, you’re literally blushing. ARMY would go crazy if they saw this.”
As if on cue, Jungkook picked up his phone from the side table, scrolling through comments that had already started to flood social media. He read a few aloud, barely holding back his laughter.
“‘Look at Jungkook staring softly but also like he’s ready to devour him’—” Jungkook snorted, tossing the phone aside. “They’re not wrong.”
Taehyung gaped, smacking him with the towel again. “Jungkook!”
Another notification pinged, and Jungkook glanced at it before dissolving into giggles. “Tae baby, listen to this one, ‘If they keep flirting like that, they better drop a couple channel instead of a live.’”
Taehyung buried his face in his hands with a groan, muffling his laughter. “I can’t believe them…”
But Jungkook only watched him with that same soft look, dimples deep as he whispered, “Believe it. They see us exactly how I see you.”
Taehyung peeked through his fingers, flustered but glowing, and Jungkook thought he’d never looked more adorable.
Taehyung was still half-hidden behind his hands, cheeks flushed, when Jungkook shifted closer on the bed. His laugh softened into something quieter, more deliberate, his gaze sweeping slowly over the older man.
“Baby…” Jungkook’s voice dropped, smooth and deliberate. “Do you know how adorable you look right now? All pouty and red.”
Taehyung peeked out from behind the towel, only to regret it immediately when Jungkook’s eyes locked on him like a predator who’d found his prey.
“That pout,” Jungkook murmured, leaning forward until their noses almost brushed. “It makes me want to kiss you again. Over and over. Until you stop pretending you don’t like it.”
Taehyung’s breath hitched, and he scrambled for a retort, but Jungkook wasn’t finished. His gaze traveled down slowly, taking in the curve of Taehyung’s lips, the line of his throat where his shirt hung loose.
“And the way you sit here in my shirt…” Jungkook’s grin curved, dimples flashing. “Do you know what you’re doing to me? You don’t even try, Taebear, and you still make me crazy.”
Taehyung bit his lip, eyes darting away, clutching the towel tighter like it might shield him from Jungkook’s words. “S-stop teasing,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
But Jungkook only tilted his head, eyes gleaming as he closed the distance, his lips brushing against Taehyung’s ear in a ghost of a whisper.
“Why would I stop,” he breathed, “when my adorable boyfriend is this easy to fluster?”
Taehyung barely had time to recover from Jungkook’s whisper before strong hands tugged the towel from his grip, tossing it carelessly to the side. Jungkook’s eyes lingered on him, dark and unhurried, and Taehyung felt pinned beneath the weight of that gaze.
“See?” Jungkook murmured, thumb brushing along Taehyung’s jaw. “Even when you pout, you’re begging me to kiss you.”
Taehyung opened his mouth to protest, but Jungkook didn’t give him the chance. He leaned in again, capturing Taehyung’s lips in a soft peck at first, just like before. Gentle. Quick. Testing.
But then Jungkook didn’t pull back.
Instead, he tilted his head, pressing again, slower this time, deeper. His lips moved with a purpose, coaxing Taehyung’s shy resistance into something warmer. The kiss unfurled like a secret, Taehyung melting despite his own pouts, his hand instinctively clutching at Jungkook’s damp shirt.
Jungkook smiled into the kiss, savoring the way Taehyung’s breath stuttered against his mouth. He pulled back just enough to murmur against swollen lips, voice husky.
“That’s better. This lips…” he brushed his thumb across Taehyung’s bottom lip, damp and glistening now, “…it’s made to be kissed like this.”
Taehyung swallowed hard, eyes hazy, his cheeks blazing as he tried to glare but only managed to look more adorable. His shirt had slipped off one shoulder, exposing smooth skin that Jungkook’s gaze flicked to with undisguised hunger.
“And this—” Jungkook’s voice dropped lower, almost reverent, his fingers skimming the edge of the fabric. “Do you know how hard it is to sit still when you look like this in my bed?”
Taehyung shivered, his pout trembling into something softer, his breath shaky. He whispered, almost pleading, “Jungkookie…”
Jungkook’s dimples flashed as his lips curved into a grin, equal parts tender and predatory before he leaned in once more, kissing him again, deeper, swallowing that whine whole.
Taehyung leaned back against the pillows, lips parting willingly as Jungkook deepened the kiss.
Jungkook’s hand slid from his jaw to the back of his neck, firm but gentle, guiding him exactly where he wanted. Their mouths moved together in a rhythm that grew hotter, less careful, the kind of kiss that left no space for air, no chance for doubt.
A soft sound escaped Taehyung, half-whine, half-moan, and Jungkook swallowed it greedily, pressing closer until their chests brushed, heat sparking everywhere they touched.
When Jungkook finally broke away, his lips trailed down, grazing Taehyung’s jaw, then his throat. His teeth caught briefly on sensitive skin, making Taehyung gasp, fingers clutching helplessly at Jungkook’s shoulders.
“You don’t know what you do to me, baby,” Jungkook murmured against his pulse, his voice low, roughened with desire. “You look at me with those big eyes, pout like you’re innocent… and then let me ruin you without a word.”
Taehyung shivered, tilting his head back instinctively, exposing more of his neck. His chest rose and fell unevenly, his lips parted as if begging for more even without speaking.
Jungkook smirked at the sight, his adorable, obedient boyfriend spread beneath him, flushed and pliant. He caught Taehyung’s mouth again, this time claiming it with full intent, tongue slipping past parted lips, dominance clear in the way he kissed, demanding, consuming.
Taehyung melted, every whine and gasp feeding Jungkook’s hunger. His hands roamed now, gripping Taehyung’s waist, pressing him down against the mattress as if to remind him exactly who was in control.
When they finally broke apart, both of them breathless, Jungkook hovered just above, his forehead brushing Taehyung’s. His lips curved into a grin, dimples flashing even in the heat of it.
“Mine,” he whispered, voice raw but certain.
Taehyung’s only answer was another kiss, desperate, messy, as if to prove that he was.
Jungkook didn’t wait this time, his hands were already tugging at Taehyung’s loose shirt, slipping it higher to reveal warm skin. The fabric bunched under his fingers, soft against his palms, but nothing compared to the heat of Taehyung beneath him.
“Jungkookie—” Taehyung gasped as the shirt was pulled over his head in one smooth motion, leaving his chest bare, rising and falling quickly under Jungkook’s gaze.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened, roaming slowly, hungrily, as if committing every line, every inch to memory. His tongue swept across his lower lip before he leaned down, kissing over Taehyung’s collarbone, then lower, teeth scraping lightly, drawing out another shiver.
Taehyung whimpered, his hands gripping the sheets now, not daring to push Jungkook away, he didn’t want to. He only arched closer, offering himself up like instinct.
“Good,” Jungkook breathed against his skin, voice husky. “So good for me, baby.” His hands slid lower, gripping Taehyung’s waist, holding him firm against the mattress. He pressed his thigh between Taehyung’s, earning a soft cry as friction sparked heat.
Taehyung’s pout was gone now, replaced with parted lips, damp and kiss-swollen, his eyes hazy as he looked up at Jungkook like he was the only thing in the world.
Jungkook smirked at the sight, dominance radiating off him as he bent to claim his mouth again. The kiss was rougher this time, deeper, tongues tangling, teeth clashing, messy and desperate. His hand trailed down Taehyung’s stomach, fingers teasing the waistband of his underwear before slipping underneath.
Taehyung broke the kiss with a gasp, head falling back, throat bared. Jungkook’s lips immediately found the vulnerable skin, sucking, biting just enough to leave marks, his marks.
“Mine,” Jungkook growled again, pressing Taehyung down as his hand finally wrapped around him, stroking slow, deliberate.
Taehyung’s back arched, a strangled moan escaping as his hands clawed at Jungkook’s shoulders, clinging. “Jungkookie, please…”
The sound unraveled Jungkook’s control further. He kissed him hard, swallowing the plea, his pace quickening as Taehyung writhed beneath him. Every movement was claiming, every touch designed to remind him exactly who he belonged to.
“Say it,” Jungkook whispered against his lips, breath hot, strokes relentless. “Whose are you?”
Taehyung’s voice cracked, but the answer came without hesitation, desperate and sweet. “Yours. Always yours.”
Jungkook’s breath came heavy, heated against Taehyung’s chest as his hands slid lower, fingers hooking into the band of his underwear. With one fluid tug, the last barrier was gone, Taehyung’s body laid bare beneath him. Jungkook’s gaze darkened, his throat working as he drank in the sight, his beautiful hyung flushed, trembling, lips kiss-bruised and swollen.
“You’re perfect,” Jungkook murmured, voice rough with want, before stripping his own clothes quickly, carelessly, until nothing separated them but heat and hunger.
He lowered himself again, pressing kisses along Taehyung’s chest, lips lingering over soft skin before closing around a pink bud. His tongue teased, flicking, sucking just enough to draw a gasp from Taehyung’s lips, his back arching off the mattress.
“Ah—Jungkookie…” Taehyung whimpered, one hand flying to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, the other fisting at the sheets.
Jungkook smiled against his skin, biting gently before moving to the other, giving equal attention until Taehyung was squirming, whining softly, body betraying his growing need.
Then Jungkook’s hand trailed lower, past his stomach, down to the place Taehyung's entrance, clenched with anticipation. His fingers teased first, stroking lazily, dipping just enough to make Taehyung gasp but not enough to satisfy.
“Baby,” Jungkook whispered, kissing his way up to Taehyung’s ear, the word dripping with possession. “Look at you… opening up so sweet for me.”
He pushed a finger in, slow and deliberate, watching every flicker of Taehyung’s expression. The tight heat made Jungkook groan low in his chest, his free hand gripping Taehyung’s thigh to keep him steady.
Taehyung bit his lip, whines spilling out anyway, his hips twitching with each movement. “M-more…” he breathed, eyes fluttering shut, thighs falling further apart in surrender.
Jungkook’s lips curved into a smirk, and he gave him more, slipping in another finger, stretching him carefully, scissoring until Taehyung’s voice broke into helpless moans. “That’s it, baby. Take it for me. You’re so good.”
By the time Jungkook slid a third finger in, Taehyung was trembling, face buried into the pillow, panting out broken syllables of Jungkook’s name.
Jungkook’s patience frayed. Pulling his fingers out slowly, he shifted, pressing Taehyung’s thighs apart as he strokes himself before he positioned his cock at his entrance. His hand stroked soothingly along Taehyung’s hip, but his eyes burned with hunger.
“You ready for me, baby?” he asked softly, though his tone carried the weight of dominance, of inevitability.
Taehyung nodded frantically, desperate, voice cracking. “Yes—please, Jungkookie, I’m ready.”
Jungkook leaned down to kiss him, slow and tender, as he pushed in inch by inch. Taehyung’s lips parted in a moan, muffling against Jungkook’s mouth, his fingers digging into strong shoulders as his body adjusted to the stretch.
“Fuck—” Jungkook hissed as he sank deeper, the tight heat gripping him like a vice. “So tight, baby. You feel unreal.”
Taehyung gasped, eyes fluttering, tears pricking at the corners as his whines grew higher, sweeter. “Ahh—Jungkoo…”
When Jungkook was fully seated inside, he stilled, kissing the whimpers from Taehyung’s lips, whispering against them, “That’s it. You’re perfect like this. All mine.”
He started to move, slow at first, grinding in deep, making Taehyung shiver with every drag. But it didn’t stay slow for long. The sounds spilling from Taehyung, the way his body clenched so beautifully, pushed Jungkook over the edge of restraint.
His thrusts quickened, harder, sharper, each one punching moans out of Taehyung’s throat. The bed creaked with the force, sheets twisting under their grip.
“Baby, listen to you,” Jungkook groaned, his pace unrelenting now, sweat dripping down his temples. “Whining so pretty… you love when I fuck you like this, don’t you?”
Taehyung could only nod helplessly, cries spilling out between kisses and gasps, his voice wrecked with need. “Yes—ahh, yes, Jungkookie—I love it, love you—”
Jungkook’s chest swelled, possessive, whipped beyond reason. He kissed him hard, devouring those words as his hips slammed forward, faster, deeper, chasing every sound Taehyung made as if they were his lifeline.
Jungkook’s pace turned brutal, every thrust slamming deep until Taehyung’s voice broke into high-pitched cries, body arching helplessly against the mattress. His nails dragged down Jungkook’s back, leaving red streaks as his body clenched tighter and tighter around him.
“J-Jungkook—ahh, I’m—” Taehyung’s voice cracked, eyes squeezing shut, sweat beading along his flushed temples.
Jungkook leaned close, lips brushing his ear, his tone rough and low. “Come for me, baby. Let go for me.”
The words snapped something in Taehyung. His body arched, a desperate cry ripping from his throat as pleasure crashed over him. Hot release spilled across his stomach and Jungkook’s chest, his thighs trembling violently as he writhed beneath the weight of his lover.
But Jungkook didn’t stop. If anything, his thrusts grew harder, chasing his own high, pounding through Taehyung’s tightness even as his body fluttered and spasmed around him.
“Too much—ahh, Jungkookie—it’s too much,” Taehyung whined, voice thin and broken, but his body clung, pulling him deeper.
Jungkook groaned, head falling to Taehyung’s shoulder, sweat dampening his hair. “You can take it, baby. You’re mine—look at you, milking me even after you came. So fucking perfect.”
Taehyung’s legs shook as they locked around Jungkook’s waist, unable to push him away, only pulling him closer as his body lit with waves of overstimulation. Each thrust made him jolt, his cries a mix of whines and moans that only fed Jungkook’s frenzy.
With one last deep slam, Jungkook’s release tore through him. He buried himself fully, groaning Taehyung’s name into his neck as he spilled inside, hips grinding through the aftershocks.
But still, he kept moving—slower, relentless, dragging Taehyung through the edge again. Taehyung’s body convulsed, oversensitive, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes as he gasped, “Kookie—I can’t—I’m—ahhh—”
Another climax hit him, smaller but sharper, his body squeezing down so tightly that Jungkook nearly lost his breath. He kissed Taehyung desperately, swallowing his sobs and moans, holding him down with firm hands as if he couldn’t bear to let him go.
Only when Taehyung was trembling uncontrollably, chest heaving with ragged breaths, did Jungkook finally still. He pulled out slowly, carefully, watching his cum spill onto the sheets, and collapsed beside him, immediately pulling him into his arms.
Jungkook pressed soft kisses to his temple, brushing damp strands from his face. “You did so good for me, baby. So, so good.”
Taehyung whimpered, burying his face into Jungkook’s chest, his lips forming a pout even through his exhaustion. His body still twitched with aftershocks, but his arms wrapped tightly around Jungkook’s torso.
Jungkook laughed softly, breathless but utterly whipped, stroking his lover’s hair as if he hadn’t just wrecked him. “My baby… you’re everything.”
The room was quiet now, save for the hum of the air conditioner and the sound of their unsteady breathing. Taehyung lay sprawled against the pillows, body still trembling faintly, lashes damp with sweat and tears. His pout was back, small and irresistible, lips swollen from Jungkook’s kisses.
Jungkook pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead before slipping out of bed. Taehyung made a soft sound of protest, one arm reaching weakly, but Jungkook shushed him gently.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. Just stay still,” he murmured, grabbing a warm towel from the bathroom.
When he returned, Taehyung was curled on his side, hair messy and sticking to his temple. Jungkook sat beside him, heart swelling at the sight, and began carefully wiping him clean. Each touch was slow, deliberate, as though Jungkook wanted to erase every trace of discomfort while memorizing every inch of him.
Taehyung whined softly when the towel brushed over his sensitive hole, hiding his face in the pillow. Jungkook chuckled quietly, leaning down to kiss his temple. “I know, baby. Just a little more. You were amazing.”
Once finished, Jungkook tossed the towel aside and tugged the sheets into place. He slipped back into bed, pulling Taehyung into his chest like it was the only place he belonged.
“Better?” Jungkook whispered, lips grazing the shell of his ear.
Taehyung hummed, eyes half-lidded, fingers tracing absentminded patterns against Jungkook’s ribs. “Mhm… better. But you’re mean.”
Jungkook laughed softly, his chest vibrating against Taehyung’s cheek. “Mean? I just gave you everything.”
“You didn’t have to… to keep going after—” Taehyung’s voice was muffled, shy, his pout making a reappearance.
Jungkook tilted his chin up, eyes gleaming with tenderness. “I couldn’t help it. You’re too beautiful when you’re falling apart for me. My baby.”
Taehyung’s lips curved into the smallest smile before he buried his face against Jungkook again, the fight slipping away. He was too warm, too comfortable, too loved to argue.
For a while they lay like that, tangled together, breaths slowly evening out. Then, in a small voice, Taehyung whispered, “Kookie… your birthday’s coming soon.”
Jungkook hummed, rubbing gentle circles against his back. “Mhmm. What about it, baby?”
Taehyung shifted, tilting his head up, lips still in a little pout. “I want to do something for you. Something special. Do you… want anything?” His tone was tentative, soft, like he was asking for a secret.
Jungkook’s heart melted. He brushed a stray lock of hair from Taehyung’s forehead, eyes drinking him in. “I already have what I want.”
Taehyung frowned at that, brows furrowing adorably. “No, really. Don’t just say that. I want to give you something.”
Jungkook chuckled, pressing a kiss to the pout he adored so much. “Then give me this—every night, every morning, every second I can keep you like this. That’s my gift, baby.”
Taehyung flushed, hiding back against his chest, but Jungkook could feel the smile tugging at his lips.
Jungkook held him tighter, brushing his hair back, pressing feather-light kisses along his forehead and nose. “Sleep, baby. I’ll be right here.”
And for a long moment, Jungkook simply watched him, utterly gone, tracing his thumb over Taehyung’s cheek as if he were the most precious thing in the world.