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Taehyung could stay like this forever.
Beams of moonlight peeked in through the sheer curtains--a spotlight on the gorgeous face beside his pillow. Those cheeks squished against it, causing pink lips to form a pout. Taehyung softly brushes a dark curl behind his ear, savoring the feeling of touching him as often as he is allowed.
The two are tangled up together in Jungkook's bed. Taehyung sighs, head under his arm as he stares, shamelessly. He doesn't sleep on nights like these--he's afraid. Afraid of missing every moment they're together like this. Afraid of these moments slipping from his grasp like quicksand. Afraid of losing the warmth of Jungkook's body. Afraid of taking for granted what they share. For now, anyway.
Jungkook is warm. He is a light to everybody around him, to the world. Taehyung almost feels jealous that he has to share him with anyone--with everyone. He wants to wrap Jungkook in his embrace and keep him there forever. It almost makes him choke up. Jungkook was there for him when nobody else was. They have spent nearly thirteen years of their lives together, growing up in an industry that can only be described as taxing. Physically, mentally, emotionally. There were times when Taehyung was unsure of himself--his capabilities, his talents, his contributions. He's grateful to all of his members, who have done nothing but uplift him in the most amazing ways. They are best friends. They are family. They are Taehyung's reasons.
Taehyung must have been deeply lost in thought because he almost imagined he heard the soft voice beside him whisper, "Hyung?"
Sparkling doe eyes look up at him with concern behind them. Taehyung sharply inhales. Fuck, he's beautiful. He brushes a hand against the youngers, "Hm?" Jungkook's mouth parts slightly, hesitant, like he's contemplating his words, "What's wrong?" "Nothing," Taehyung intertwines their fingers, softly rubbing Jungkook's with his thumb.
"Why're you awake?" Jungkook scoots in closer--so close that his chest is flush with Taehyung's shoulder. The elder sighs, "How the hell am I supposed to sleep when the world's most gorgeous man is asleep right next to me?"
Suddenly, Jungkook is straddling his lap, as Taehyung's hands find those hips, squeezing lightly. Jungkook giggles, shaking his head, "Stop flattering me,"
"Flattering you?" Taehyung's turn to laugh, "I've never been more serious about anything in my life."
The man atop his lap lightly taps his chest, cheeks flushed from the way Taehyung's hands cup them, brown eyes looking into his own,
"You're the most beautiful," His thumb brushes against the lip ring that adorns those pouty lips. The ones that look so fucking kissable Taehyung could die.
Face redder than before, Jungkook leans forward slightly, urging Taehyung to continue,
And when it comes to praising Jungkook, Taehyung will always happily oblige.
"The most beautiful, and," Taehyung whispers, bringing a hand down to where Jungkook's own rests on his chest, "The smartest," he brings the tattooed hand to his lips, kissing the top of it, "The kindest," another kiss, "The funniest,"
Jungkook's breath hitches with each press of Taehyung's lips on his knuckles, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling when the elder drops his hand and instead wraps his arms around that impossibly tiny waist.
Pulling him in close, Taehyung presses a kiss to the side of Jungkook's neck, "The sexiest,"
A surprised noise, which came out closer to a whine, escaped the younger's mouth, "Taehyungie..."
"I know."
When their lips finally crash together, Jungkook grasping Taehyung's shirt is a clear indicator that he wants it off, and who is Taehyung to deny his wishes?
The younger shamelessly grinds against his lap, hands hooking together around Taehyung's nape. It's all tongue and teeth, and always so messy. Strings of saliva connect the pair as they break apart for air, and Taehyung wastes absolutely no time getting this gorgeous man on his back, softly nipping on his bottom lip. Clothes quickly discarded, and Taehyung finally has Jungkook's hands pinned above his head, right where they belong. Looking up at him through darkened eyes and long lashes, swollen lips parted, and arching his back in the most sinful way has Taehyung questioning what he did in his past life to deserve this. To deserve Jungkook. Shaking the thought away, he attacks his neck. Biting and licking but not rough enough to leave behind a single mark, no matter how badly he wants to. To prove to the whole world that Jungkook belongs to him, and him only.
"Hyung," he breathes out, voice laced with arousal as he ruts against Taehyung's thigh thats in between his parted legs,
"Fuck, Kook," Taehyung brings a hand down to his chest, brushing a nipple with his thumb, "Always so eager for me,"
Jungkook whines in response, eyes glossy with tears, as the elder brings his hand back up, but this time he hooks a thumb into the younger's mouth. Saliva pools, as Jungkook shamelessly sucks like his life depends on it, "And so pliant."
Hollowing his cheeks, he gazes up at Taehyung, silently begging for him to do something, anything.
Before he can even process it, Jungkook is flipped onto his stomach, arousal spiking even more as he hears the man behind him open a bottle cap.
Taehyung circles a finger against his rim, teasingly, and the moans that fill his ears are what he imagines heaven to sound like, "Tae," Arching that beautiful back, ass rutting against the lubed finger with anticipation, Taehyung scolds the younger, "Patience, baby,"
Which only exudes a louder whine from Jungkook. Finally, Taehyung slowly works the boy open, finger filling him up. Jungkook's shoulders drop, as his hands grab ahold of the sheets beneath him,
"Taehyungie," the moans increase in volume as Taehyung adds a second, and eventually a third finger, "Shh, baby, we share this house, remember?"
Jungkook is beautiful. It doesn't take a genius to recognize that fact. The world can see Jungkook for who he is, and what he shares with it. His music, his projects, his talent. The world is so lucky. But, Taehyung is luckier--because only he gets to see Jungkook like this. Pliant, aroused, and so fucking needy. He needs Taehyung. Needs his hands on his body, the warmth of his fingertips as they trail down his spine as the other ones continue to work him open. He needs the sweet praises Taehyung whispers hotly into his ear, words like, "So pretty," and "Always so good for me," and "You always take me so well, sweet thing"
Needs his cock buried inside of him. Needs it so bad that he's on the verge of tears.
He doesn't wait for long, because sooner than later Taehyung is lubing himself up and sliding in right where he belongs. The thing about Jungkook, is he just fucking takes it. Hands holding his hips so tight that bruises will sure follow after, but then the elder sneaks a hand up to those dark curls and yanks. Jungkook's back is now completely flushed with Taehyung's chest. Hips snapping at the speed of light, a large hand curls around Jungkook's throat, holding him in place as he just takes and takes.
"Oh my god," Jungkook's eyes roll back and a series of moans follow, each one progressing in volume. The new angle has Jungkook seeing stars, as Taehyung grunts deeply and roughly in his ear, "Quiet, sweet thing," his length brushes the youngers prostate as he fucks into him faster, "Can't let the whole house hear how well you take this dick, huh baby?"
Jungkook babbles, "So good," which spurs the elder to fuck into him deeper, hand squeezing his throat softly, "Always so good Taehyungie," tears run down his flushed cheeks, coating his lashes, "Need it, n-need you,"
"Is that right?" Taehyung grunts, hand finding a nipple and pinching it, "So fucking needy for me, Kook, look at how you just take what I give you,"
The two are in sync as they reach their climaxes, Taehyung pumping every last drop of his seed into the beautiful man below him, and Jungkook spurting long ropes of cum onto the sheets underneath them. Fucking him through their orgasms, Taehyung lovingly rubs a hand down Jungkook's back, before pulling out.
After he cleans them up, Taehyung climbs back into bed, wrapping his arms around the younger as he pulls him against his chest. Jungkook sighs contently, eyes shut as he just basks in this floaty, post-orgasm headspace he often finds himself in. Taehyung runs his fingers through the dark curls, kissing the top of his head before softly grabbing his chin to tilt it up. As he meets those sparkling brown eyes he adores so much, he can feel his heart exploding with love. Leaning down to kiss those pink lips softly, Taehyung smiles, a look on his face that can only be described as a look of love,
Jungkook nibbles on his lip, eyebrows furrowing together nervously, "Taehyung, I can't-"
"I know," another soft press of his lips, "I know, baby, it's okay."
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The next morning, Taehyung wakes up to an empty bed. No Jungkook. He sighs, albeit slowly, getting himself up and lugging out of the bedroom. As he makes his way into the kitchen, he greets his members with witty banter and the exchange of schedules. After a few minutes of morning catch-up, he exits the kitchen area and heads to his own bedroom, passing Jungkook's in the process. He hears Jimin laughing loudly, and decides to knock on the opened door lightly,
The two whip their heads around Jimin exclaims, "Tae! Come here, I think our Jungkookie had a girl in his room last night," Jungkook's face flushes at the assumption, kicking Jimin's leg with his foot,
"Hyung, what's wrong with you!"
"It's not my fault! I heard her moaning like crazy last night," Jimin laughs even louder, even bending over, "Must've been good! She was pretty loud, was it good?"
As Jimin teases the younger, Taehyung's eyebrows cinch together, not breaking eye contact with Jungkook, whose gaze falls to his feet. Taehyung gulps, awaiting Jungkook's response,
"Yeah," Jungkook forces a laugh, he huffs, "She was amazing,"
Jimin teases even further, pinching his cheeks proudly, and Jungkook meets Taehyung's gaze again. Only this time, Jungkook's heart breaks at the sight. Taehyung is blinking away tears and nodding slightly, face full of hurt. Hurt caused by Jungkook. Hurt that has been accumulating for over six years. Hurt that you never get used to seeing, or feeling. Hurt that never goes away, especially when the person you love most in the world, is the one who is causing you it.
Taehyung quickly wipes his eyes, regaining composure the best he can before Jimin is able to catch onto him, "Well," Taehyung clears his throat, "That's great, Kook," Jungkook's breath hitches, "I'm happy for you."
Taehyung's door is slamming before Jungkook can bust it open again, following the elder in before locking the door himself. Taehyung paces around his bedroom to his dresser, roughly opening a drawer,
Jungkook pleads, "Taehyung-,"
"What Jungkook?"
His mouth falls open in shock. No 'baby'? Not even 'Kook'? Just 'Jungkook'. His heart is racing out of his chest. Taehyung is fuming, with what he can only assume is 95% pain, and only 5% actual anger. Jungkook sighs, "I'm sorry,"
"For what? I'm not mad," But the way Taehyung's knuckles are turning white from how tightly he balled his fists makes Jungkook think that couldn't be farther from the truth.
Tearing up, Jungkook's voice cracks slightly, "I'm sorry for everything,"
Taehyung stands there in place, receiving Jungkook's words,
"I'm sorry for the pain I've been causing you, Tae," Tears fall down his cheeks, and he doesn't even attempt to wipe them at this point, "I don't want to hurt you. That's literally the last thing I want. You are my best friend, and I-" Taehyung winces at that last part, face contorting in what almost seems like, utter disgust.
Jungkook sighs, "I just, can't be what you want me to be, at least not right now,"
The younger approaches him, grabbing a fist and sneaking his hand into the now relaxed palm, "Tae, we shouldn't even be doing what we've been doing, but, we both chose to ignore that," Taehyung's own eyes fill with tears, "Do you know why I chose this? Because I love what we have,"
"Do you love me?"
Jungkook's jaw gapes slightly, "I love us Tae, you know I tha-"
"No," Taehyung chokes on a sob, "Not us, not what we have, do you love me, Jungkook?"
The silence is the loudest thing in the room, and Taehyung drops the youngers hand with a scoff.
"You know," Taehyung laughs bitterly, "It's funny, actually. While I was preoccupied planning our future together in my head, you couldn't be less hesitant to assure Jimin you were with a girl last night," Jungkook cries and cries until the tears fall down onto his shirt, eyes widening because the next thing Taehyung says, is the last thing he ever expected to hear,
"And that's just fine, Kook, because I would rather have you how I do now, than not at all. I would rather be the pair of lips you kiss in secret, than not be able to kiss you at all. I would rather be the guy you keep in the dark, than to not have what we have at all. To just be 'friends', even if you say it's just for now. I would choose you, over anything. Over everything. Because that's just how much I love you. I love us, I love what we have, and I love you, Jungkook. Even if you don't."
The confession hangs in the air as Taehyung walks into the bathroom, shutting the door. Jungkook stands there, frozen in place, as the tears painting his cheeks dry.
The worst part of it all, Jungkook knows Taehyung meant every single word,
and Jungkook feels the same, even if he's too afraid to admit it to himself.