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Taehyung was in the gym. He always came every Wednesday afternoon after classes. As the cheerleading captain, he was in charge of checking everything.
He had a light snack. He updated the notice board. He tested the sound volume and playlists. He checked the first-aid kit. Nobody ever used the kit, but it was safe to prepare. It was time to put on his uniform, stretch, and review the steps to practice with the team.
With everything checked, Taehyung needed to go to the locker room. He would put on his uniform and grab a pack of sports drinks to chill. Everything would be ready.
Fifteen minutes were left before practice. Why not film a TikTok? Handsome face, fit body, cheerleading uniform. Taehyung knew the video would go viral. His videos always went viral.
He rested his phone on the bleacher bench. He started filming one of the popular dances. Taehyung was so focused he did not notice Jungkook arrive.
"Amazing as always, princess," Jungkook said.
Taehyung was startled. "Ugh, you again," he replied. He grabbed his phone and saved the draft.
"Come on, princess. We passed this stage. Are you not happy to see your man?" Jungkook closed the gym door and walked closer to Taehyung.
"First, stop calling me that. Second, we did not pass and never will pass," Taehyung said. He held his hand up in front of Jungkook's chest to keep a distance.
"Well, for me we are already close after Jaehyun's party," Jungkook smiled sideways. "We danced close all night. You were rubbing against me, so lovely." He held Taehyung's hand, which was near his chest, and kissed it.
Taehyung quickly pulled his hand back. He wiped it on his clothes. "Oh my god. Never say that out loud again. It was not all night. I was drunk, and the party was ending. Do not get excited."
"Do not be mean to me. Why won't you give me a chance?" Jungkook made a funny, pleading face.
Taehyung laughed. "And why should i? You sleep with everyone at this school. i do not want to be part of your little list."
"If you notice, most of them look like you. i sleep with them thinking about you."
"Was that supposed to make me want to give you a chance?"
"If you think about it, i have a lot of experience. i can make you happy, and i do not mean only feelings." Jungkook moved closer and held Taehyung's waist firmly.
Taehyung swallowed. "Oh please. i bet you are awful in bed. You only think about yourself. You know people who talk too much do not deliver much." Taehyung put his hand over Jungkook's on his waist. He wanted to remove it, but he did not.
Jungkook held the shorter boy's waist more firmly. He moved closer. "Oh, you bet? You need proof to know how good i am in bed, princess." He moved closer still and looked into Taehyung's eyes.
Taehyung broke eye contact. He tried to stay calm. "i was speaking in general, you idiot. i do not..."
Jungkook did not let him finish. "i know you want me. i saw how you looked at me that day. You got goosebumps every time i whispered something in your ear." He rubbed his nose on the back of Taehyung's neck. He smelled the boy's sweet, fruity cologne.
"Okay, you are too close," Taehyung said. "Maybe you are right. But that does not change the fact i think you are bad in bed. You know how many times i asked you to leave me alone and you totally ignored it? Selfish guys who only think about themselves do not know how to pleasure their partner. It is simple."
Jungkook laughed. "You have a good point. But i still think you should give me a chance to prove you wrong." He placed kisses on the back of Taehyung's neck.
Taehyung took a deep breath.
"If you are right, i will leave you alone forever," Jungkook said. He stepped back so he could look into Taehyung's eyes. He waited for the older boy's reaction.
"Forever?" Taehyung asked.
Jungkook simply nodded. He knew Taehyung was almost agreeing.
"And if you win?" Taehyung asked.
"If i win, you will be my princess for one whole week. You will do everything i want," Jungkook smirked. He looked Taehyung up and down.
"What? i knew you were a pervert." Taehyung pushed Jungkook's chest and moved away. He was going to open the door to tell him to leave. Before he reached the door, Jungkook grabbed his wrist.
"Are you giving up? That is fear of losing. You were so confident until now. i think it is a fair bet. Anyone has a chance," Jungkook said.
Taehyung widened his eyes. How could Jungkook call him a coward? "Excuse me? Giving up? i accept." He pulled his arm to get free from Jungkook's grip.
"Great," Jungkook smiled. "i will pick you up Friday night."
"Okay. Leave now. i do not want anyone to see me with you."
"Hold on, princess. We need to seal the bet with a kiss," Jungkook said.
Taehyung stopped for one second. He looked at Jungkook, searching for any sign of a joke or a lie. There was nothing. "Ugh, fine."
Taehyung walked to him and gave him a quick kiss. Before he could move away, Jungkook grabbed his hip. He pulled him closer. He put his hand on the back of Taehyung's neck. He deepened the kiss with urgency. His tongue entered Taehyung's mouth. The hand on the hip went down and squeezed Taehyung's round butt hard. Taehyung kissed him back for a moment. He noticed what was happening and pulled away.
"Enough, you pervert. Go before practice starts," Taehyung said.
Jungkook winked and left. He left Taehyung alone with his thoughts. Considering the kiss, Taehyung was in more trouble than he thought.
Finally, Friday came. Jungkook said he would pick up Taehyung around 8:00 PM. Now there were three hours left. Taehyung was panicking. He needed to rush.
He lit a candle and let a playlist play in the background. He went into the bathroom and took a long shower. He washed his hair and body with the sweet rose honey fragrance kit. He scrubbed his legs and arms. He applied bath oil while the water was still running.
He put on his robe and wrapped the towel around his head. He sat at the vanity and applied the heat protecting spray. He dried his hair by pulling the air down. He adjusted the volume with his fingers and used pomade to set it.
He took care of his face slowly. He applied toner, essence, and serum. He used a light moisturizer. He did a simple makeup look. He made his skin even with a soft glow. He put pink blush on his cheeks. He fixed his eyebrows. He finished with pink lip gloss. He used the Bare Vanilla products to smell good.
He needed to choose an outfit. He did not want anything too formal. He did not want Jungkook to think he dressed up for him, even though he spent almost an hour longer getting ready. After looking at several options, he decided.
He wore a white halter tank top. He put on a pleated denim miniskirt with a knit waistband. For his feet, he wore white ankle socks with a slight ruffle and brown suede Adidas Spezial sneakers. He grabbed a Dior baguette bag and a thin brown belt. He wore a watch, rings, and golden bracelets.
He checked his phone for the time. It was almost 8:30 PM. Jungkook had called twice and sent many messages. He said he arrived ten minutes ago. Taehyung sent a message saying he was coming down. He grabbed his bag and ran.
Leaving the building, he saw Jungkook leaning against the car. Jungkook was extremely handsome. He wore a black racing jacket with white stripes. The black t-shirt defined his chest. The studded belt showed his waist. He wore light baggy jeans and black combat boots. His messy black hair framed his face. A silver chain, earrings, and piercings completed his look.
Jungkook noticed Taehyung walking closer. He put his phone in his pocket and smiled sideways. He looked Taehyung up and down. Taehyung felt shy and walked faster.
"Sorry i am late. My phone was on silent," Taehyung lied. He had set his phone to Do Not Disturb mode.
"It is okay, princess. i am happy you dressed up so much for me," Jungkook bit his lips. "That little skirt looks great."
Taehyung scoffed. "As if i would dress up that much for you. Get real."
Jungkook laughed. "Still, i am happy to be here with you today." He moved away from the car and opened the door for Taehyung to get in.
Taehyung would be lying if he said he did not feel butterflies with what the younger boy said.
"So, where are we going? Please do not say it is a love hotel."
"You are funny. i am taking you to my place. i will make a good dinner for you. Then we will see," Jungkook said and started the car.
"You cook?" Taehyung looked truly surprised.
"Yes. Crazy, right? i can do a lot of things you do not even imagine." He placed his hand on Taehyung's thigh and caressed it softly. The hand stayed there until they reached Jungkook's house.
Jungkook had cooked a delicious Cajun Shrimp Pasta, far better than Taehyung expected. Dessert was chocolate mint ice cream. More important than the food, the talk flowed naturally and was nice. Now, they were sitting on the couch watching something Taehyung did not even try to identify. His mind was elsewhere: Jungkook was not making a move. Was that it? Were they going to watch tv and then he would leave?
Jungkook made a comment about the show, and Taehyung snapped.
"Oh my god, are you going to kiss me or not?" Taehyung looked at Jungkook, almost mad.
Jungkook, with his cute smile and soft voice, shrugged. "i was trying to give you space, princess, but if that is what you want, come here." He patted his thigh twice, inviting him.
Taehyung looked unwilling, but gave in. He put his legs, one on each side of Jungkook's hip, facing him.
Jungkook wasted no time. He quickly put one hand on Taehyung's thigh and the other on his waist. "Damn, you have no idea how much i have dreamed of this." He pulled Taehyung closer, making the little butt covered by thin panties rub against Jungkook's jeans.
Taehyung lost his breath. Jungkook rubbed their noses together in a close tease.
Jungkook moved his mouth closer slowly. Their lips touched first, soft and firm. He made room, and his tongue touched Taehyung's, warm and slow. The kiss started short. He pressed a little harder, exploring Taehyung's rhythm. Their breathing mixed. The kiss became wet in the right way. Jungkook pulled Taehyung's head by the back of his neck and deepened the touch, keeping a steady, addicting pace.
When their lips parted for air, Jungkook quickly buried his nose in Taehyung's neck, breathing in the sweet cologne he was addicted to. He gave a few wet kisses. Taehyung was breathing hard.
Jungkook brought his lips back to Taehyung's, light first, then firm. His mouth opened slowly. His tongue went in slow and deep. The rhythm became closer. He pulled Taehyung's waist with gentle strength, making Taehyung feel Jungkook's size growing under him.
Without thinking, Taehyung started to move, grinding slowly and feeling Jungkook's hard-on against his increasingly wet butt. Taehyung moaned softly into the younger boy's mouth.
"If you do that, you will lose the bet, and i will not have to do anything," Jungkook whispered, sucking on Taehyung's bottom lip.
Taehyung froze. In his mind, he had totally forgotten about the bet after dinner- he was just on a normal date. Jungkook's words brought him back to reality with a shock.
Jungkook found the older boy's frozen reaction adorable. He woke Taehyung from his internal panic by picking him up, lifting him from the couch.
"Let us go to the bedroom, princess. i am not going to fuck you here."
Jungkook pushed Taehyung down on the bed. His touch was rough but careful, like Tae was something precious and dirty at the same time. He yanked his own black shirt off. His muscles and tattoos were all on show. Tae didn't even have a second to look before Jungkook’s heavy body was on top of him. His hot mouth went straight to Tae’s collarbone.
“I’m gonna lose my fucking mind,” Jungkook growled against his skin. He hooked a finger under the strap of Tae’s tank top and pulled down hard. The fabric ripped, tearing his chest bare. Tae tried to cover himself, but Jungkook grabbed his wrists and slammed them down into the mattress like it was nothing.
“Fuck, I could come just from this,” Jungkook muttered, his voice thick. He was drooling a little, and the hard push of his dick against his jeans was impossible to miss.
“Great. Do it and then get the hell off me,” Tae shot back, trying to sound tough.
Jungkook laughed, a dark sound. “Pretty sure you’d love that, princess.” He ducked his head and flicked his tongue over Tae’s nipple. It was already hard. The touch made Tae jump. Jungkook wrapped his lips around it, sucking it deep into the wet heat of his mouth. His tongue pushed and circled in a rhythm that was a dirty promise. The sucking sounds were filthy. Tae bit his lip, trying to stay quiet.
Jungkook shoved the torn tank top down to Tae’s waist, leaving his chest bare. Then he used both hands and his mouth, taking whatever he wanted. One hand grabbed and squeezed a breast while his mouth went to the other, sucking hard, biting, licking. He switched between them, his fingers pinching and twisting the sensitive tips. Tae’s breathing broke into sharp, desperate gasps. A moan ripped from his throat, his whole body shaking.
A shot of panic hit Tae. He was already close, about to come just from this. He shoved at Jungkook’s head, pushing him off his sore chest. “I’m bored. Keep this up and I’ll die of boredom.”
Jungkook saw right through the lie. A hungry look flashed in his eyes.
Without a word, he kissed down Tae’s stomach, his hands forcing his thighs apart. The wet spot on Tae’s lace panties made Jungkook groan. He buried his face right there, breathing in deep. The smell of lotion and Tae’s own slick hit him hard.
“Oh my god, you’re even more of a pervert than I thought,” Tae choked out, his face burning.
“Princess, you have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off right here, thinking of you,” Jungkook said, his voice muffled by the lace.
“Shut up, you’ll make me soft,” Tae lied, trying to close his legs, but Jungkook’s head was in the way, solid and unmoving.
“Soaking wet like this? I fucking doubt it.”
Jungkook noticed Tae’s socks. He knelt back and slowly peeled them off, his touch intense. Then he licked a long stripe up the inside of Tae’s thigh, his tongue barely touching his wetness. “I can’t fucking wait.”
He kissed Tae’s ankles, his feet, watching every tiny reaction. A shiver shot up Tae’s leg. The focus on his feet was new and shocking. Jungkook’s tongue swept over the sole—a crazy sensitive spot—sending a jolt straight to his core.
He took one of Tae’s toes into his mouth, sucking on it. It was weird, intimate, and so hot. Tae’s heart hammered. The wet heat was making his whole skin feel too sensitive. “Stop that, you freak. That’s weird,” Tae gasped. It scared him how much he liked it.
Finally, Jungkook crawled out from between his legs and stood to kick off his jeans. “Damn, princess. Can’t suck your tits, can’t suck your toes… what the hell can I do?” he teased.
“Sounds like your problem,” Tae said, trying to sound in control.
“Funny. Not happening.” Jungkook hauled Tae up to sit and quickly pulled off his skirt, leaving him in just the soaked panties and the torn tank top. He sat behind him, pulling Tae’s back tight against the hard wall of his chest.
Jungkook's fingers started roaming Taehyung's body. They skimmed over his chest, brushed over his hard nipples, trailed down his ribs, then back up, making Tae's skin break out in goosebumps.
Jungkook slid his fingers under the waistband of Tae's panties. With just his fingertips, he traced maddeningly light circles on the crease of his groin, carefully avoiding the one spot Tae was aching for. Tae threw his head back, biting down on his lip. Jungkook just smirked and went straight for it.
He dragged his fingers right to Tae's clit and started rubbing in slow, teasing circles. Just a hint of friction.
"You like that, princess?" Jungkook growled right into his ear. "I can feel you shaking."
To prove his point, he pinched Tae's clit between two fingers, applying a perfect, dirty pressure. Tae's whole body jerked, and a choked-off moan escaped him.
"No... it's not that good," Taehyung lied, but his voice was already wrecked and shaky. He was fighting to keep quiet.
"Is that so, princess? You know what?" Jungkook whispered, his voice low and rough. His slick fingers slid down from Tae's clit to his soaked hole. "Your mouth says no, but this greedy little cunt is telling me a whole different story."
Without any warning, he shoved two fingers deep inside Tae.
"Fuck!" Taehyung cried out, a loud, desperate sound. "So fucking wet for me," Jungkook growled, fucking his fingers in with a firm, steady rhythm. With his other hand, he kept pinching and twisting Tae's nipple.
Taehyung bit his lip raw, stubborn, trying to swallow his moans. But with every deep thrust of Jungkook's fingers, it got harder. A gasp slipped out, then a whimper.
"Stop fighting it, princess. It's pathetic," Jungkook breathed against his neck. "Just listen to how fucking wet you are."
He started pumping his fingers faster. The lewd, slick sound of them plunging in and out filled the room. There was no hiding how much Tae loved it.
Taehyung clawed at Jungkook's arm, desperate. "Wait, please—"
Jungkook didn't stop. He fucked him faster, harder. Tae's breathing turned into sharp, frantic gasps.
"No..." Tae whimpered, knowing he'd already lost. He was right on the edge. His hand on Jungkook's arm wasn't pushing him away—it was pulling him closer, begging for it.
Then, Tae's body locked up. His back arched violently, every muscle going tense against Jungkook's chest. He held his breath.
His thighs started trembling uncontrollably. Jungkook could feel a burning heat radiating from Tae's skin.
A long, broken sob tore from Taehyung's throat as he came, completely overwhelmed.
In seconds, all the tension melted away. Tae collapsed back against Jungkook, boneless, spent, and gasping for air. The fight was over. Jungkook had won. Tae was utterly wrecked.
"Looks like you're mine for a whole week now," Jungkook said, his voice rough with satisfaction. He cupped Taehyung's face, still soft and melted from his orgasm, and kissed him with a mix of possession and sweetness. The kiss was a brand, a seal on the deal Tae had lost.
Before Tae could properly recover or complain, Jungkook manhandled him with an ease that made his strength clear. With firm hands on his hips, he positioned Tae on all fours on the bed.
Jungkook ignored the weak protest. Sitting back on his heels, he gripped the waistband of his briefs and yanked them down in one go, freeing his already hard, impatient cock. He kicked them to the side, now completely naked, while Tae remained with his panties tangled around his ankles.
The view was open, total. Jungkook saw the perfect curve of Tae's spine, the broad back that tapered into his waist, and the round, pale asscheeks, still trembling slightly. Taehyung looked back over his shoulder, confused and vulnerable.
"Wait… what are you doing?" Tae asked, his voice still muffled.
Jungkook landed a light slap on one ass cheek, making Tae shudder. "'What'? I'm gonna fuck you. Now."
"What?!" The stubbornness returned to Tae's voice, but it was weak, without conviction.
Jungkook didn't answer with words. He just placed a hand on Tae's back and pushed him down, making him arch his back more and lift his ass higher. He aligned the head of his cock, already slick and rock-hard, at Tae's dripping wet entrance.
And then, without any hurry at all, he began to push in.
It was slow. So slow it was torture. Taehyung felt every inch of that thick cock stretching him open from the inside, filling a space that seemed made for it. "Fucking pervert… I wasn't ready," he moaned, but his voice was a petulant whine, and his body was already opening up, yielding.
When Jungkook finally bottomed out, his hips flush against Tae's ass, completely sheathed to the hilt, they both let out a groan at the same time.
"Fuck…" Jungkook growled, his fingers digging into the sides of Tae's hips hard enough to leave marks. He stayed still for a moment, feeling Taehyung pulse and clench around him, getting used to the sensation of being completely full.
"So… so deep," Taehyung sobbed, burying his face in the pillow. The position really allowed for a different kind of penetration. Jungkook was so deep inside that Tae felt he could touch something profound, something essential, within him.
Jungkook began to move. The first thrusts were controlled, deep, each one a declaration. He pulled almost all the way out and then sank back in slowly, all the way to the base. Every time he buried himself to the hilt, Taehyung shuddered all over and let out a short, ragged moan. Jungkook could see Tae's back arching further, his spine forming a taut line of pleasure.
It was when Jungkook picked up the pace that the sensation shifted completely. The deep, steady rhythm became an intense, pounding cadence. He stopped pulling out almost all the way and started driving into him hard and fast, keeping most of his cock buried inside, focused on that extreme depth.
The change was brutal and wonderful. Each thrust now hammered a specific spot deep inside—that G-spot—with an intensity that made Taehyung see stars. The walls of his cunt were rubbed mercilessly, a concentrated, delicious friction that started deep within and spread throughout his entire body.
Tae's body had no choice but to move with it. He was rocked forward with every slam, and the impact of his asscheeks meeting Jungkook's thighs filled the room with the wet, heavy sound of skin slapping skin. Taehyung tried to brace himself better, sinking his elbows into the mattress, but the force of Jungkook's thrusts nearly knocked him over.
Tae's breathing grew ragged, a series of rough "ah-ah-ah" sounds punched out with every drive. Jungkook, for his part, felt total control. Holding Tae's hips in a tight grip, he commanded the speed, the depth, the force. And with every louder moan he tore from Tae, with every tremor he felt in his body, Jungkook's own arousal surged like a tide.
It was a mutual effort—sweat streamed down Jungkook's back, his muscles burned, but the satisfaction was immense. Seeing and feeling Taehyung, so stubborn and bratty, completely overpowered by the pleasure he was giving, was better than any victory.
"That's it, princess," Jungkook snarled, breathless. "Squeeze me tighter. All that stubbornness now is just this… just moaning and taking dick. You're mine now."
Jungkook's fast rhythm was a machine, and Taehyung was carried away by it. The excitement inside him built up like a lightning bolt. Every hard slam of JK's cock deep inside created a perfect pressure and a hot friction. Tae lost control: he shook, his fingers clawed the sheets until his knuckles were white, and his hips started snapping back, trying to take every inch.
Jungkook felt it on his skin. Tae's pussy started pulsing around his cock, a series of strong, tight squeezes that tried to pull him even deeper. Tae's whole body jerked like he'd been electrocuted.
Then he broke. Taehyung's whole body went stiff as a board for a second, then collapsed. He fell face-first into the pillow, completely limp and done. A long, rough moan tore out of his throat, like it was releasing a tension he'd held forever. He was finished.
Tae's body was still shaking with the last waves of his orgasm, loose and soft on the sheets. The room felt hot and thick with their smell. Jungkook didn't wait a second.
While Tae's pussy was still twitching, Jungkook was already moving. With a low grunt, he didn't lie down. His hands—still sure and strong—slid under Tae's back and under his thighs.
In one smooth, powerful move, he flipped Taehyung onto his back. Tae was so loose and open he hardly resisted, just let out a confused whimper—"Huh?!"—that was lost in the air.
Before Tae could close his legs or even think, Jungkook was on top of him again, pushing back into the warm, wet space between his thighs. JK's weight crushing him down was a clear message: it wasn't over.
Tae's face was right under his—flushed red, lips puffy, eyes dazed. Jungkook made him look.
"It's not over, princess," Jungkook whispered, his voice rough and breathless, but full of purpose.
Taehyung, still out of it, reacted. He put his feet on Jungkook's sweaty chest and pushed weakly. "Noo… stop, please… I can't…" His voice was a broken, whiny mess.
Jungkook grabbed his ankles, stopping him. "Relax, princess. I'm not done." And as he said it, he lined up and slid his cock back in. It went in easy because Tae was so wet and open.
Taehyung let out a choked moan, a mix of shock and pleasure. But now, Jungkook took his time. He started moving with a slow, almost cruel rhythm. Long, deep thrusts where he pulled almost all the way out and slid back in slowly, making Tae feel everything. They looked right at each other. Jungkook leaned down and kissed him—wet, deep kisses that felt tender even in the middle of all this. One of JK's hands stroked Tae's thigh, feeling the soft skin.
Jungkook was paying attention. He heard the louder moans and felt Tae's body start to twist again. He knew Tae was getting close. So, he changed it up.
The slow thrusts turned back into hard, fast pumps, hitting that deep spot over and over. Because Tae was still so sensitive from coming the first time, it hit him instantly.
Taehyung's breathing got fast and ragged. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" The moans were loud and shameless. Inside, Jungkook could feel Tae's pussy squeezing again, a hot, tight grip around his whole cock.
Taehyung's back arched off the bed, his hips lifting to meet every thrust deeper. His hands, which had been limp, flew to Jungkook's back, nails digging in, pulling him closer with no shame at all.
Jungkook watched it all happen. He watched Tae's face twist into something between pain and pleasure, so intense it was almost too much. A hot blush spread from Tae's chest up to his cheeks.
Then, the tears. They just started falling from Tae's closed eyes, quiet at first, then turning into rough sobs. He was crying. Crying from too much pleasure, from feeling so open, so owned, so completely theirs.
Seeing that—Taehyung, beautiful, marked, crying underneath him—was the last straw for Jungkook. With a raw groan from deep in his chest, he suddenly pulled his cock out. He grabbed Tae's chin with one hand, forcing him to look up.
Staring right into Tae's tear-filled eyes, Jungkook let go. Hot cum shot out over Tae's beautiful face, covering his skin, mixing with his tears, dripping down his chin. It was the final mark, the proof that in that bed, that night, Taehyung had been completely his.
"Holy shit, I can't believe you did that," Taehyung breathed out, his voice still shaky. He brought his fingers to his face, feeling the strange, sticky texture of Jungkook's cum on his skin. "You'd be a dead man if I wasn't so completely fucked out right now."
As Taehyung stayed there, dazed and covered, Jungkook moved. He climbed off the boy, went over to the pile of clothes on the floor, and rummaged in his pants pocket. When he came back, he had his phone in his hand.
Seeing the device, Taehyung pulled the sheet up to his chin. "What the hell do you think you're doing now?"
"Taking a picture," Jungkook stated simply, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. He kneeled on the edge of the bed, aiming the camera. "You look fucking insane, princess. A perfect mess."
"Like hell you are, you fucking pervert!" Taehyung yelled, but it was a weak protest. He curled in on himself, yanking the sheet over his head, trying to disappear. "Delete it! Don't you dare, Jungkook, I swear to God!"
But Jungkook didn't delete it. He took the picture. The shutter click echoed in the quiet room. He looked at the screen, a satisfied, possessive smile spreading across his lips.
"Done," he announced, setting the phone aside.
Taehyung lowered the sheet just enough to reveal his eyes, which were now more pissed off than tearful. "You're unbearable."
"And you're mine," Jungkook replied, his voice soft but loaded with a deep, heavy meaning. He wasn't playing anymore.
He lay down on the bed beside the tangle of sheets that was Taehyung and pulled the boy—blanket and all—close against him in a firm hold. Taehyung squirmed for a second, but it was just for show. He was exhausted, his entire body ached in the best way, and Jungkook's warmth was overwhelmingly inviting.
"You better keep that picture locked the fuck up," Taehyung mumbled, his voice muffled against JK's chest. "If anyone sees it..."
"No one will see it," Jungkook whispered back, burying his face in Tae's messy hair. "It's just for me. So I can remember how you look when you're only mine."
Taehyung didn't answer. Instead, he nuzzled deeper into the embrace, a long, tired sigh escaping his lips. The anger had left as quickly as it came, replaced by a deep exhaustion and a strange feeling of... belonging.
Jungkook stayed there, holding him, tracing slow circles on his arm over the sheet.
It was then that Taehyung spoke, his voice hoarse and muffled against JK's chest:
"Remember... it's only for seven days, got it? Just for the bet. After that, I'm not yours."
Jungkook paused the circles for a second. He tilted his head back and looked at the ceiling, rolling his eyes with a mix of exasperation and fondness. A small, inevitable smile touched his lips.
"Okay, princess. Just seven days," he agreed, his voice a low, conspiratorial murmur.
But his hands, holding Tae with a firmness that was almost a declaration, told a different story. And the kiss he planted on top of the boy's head, slow and full of possession, was another silent lie.
Their war was over, at least for that night. The silence that settled over them now was different—it wasn't heavy, it was peaceful. Charged with a truth neither of them needed to say out loud: after this, nothing between them would ever be the same.
And, looking down at Taehyung's face finally growing calm against his chest, Jungkook knew he didn't want it to be. The seven days were just the beginning. He already knew he wasn't going to give him back.