Good evening, lovely readers.

Happy new year to all my lovely readers💜. I hope you'll enjoy the chapter.

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The Picnic became a huge success where both of them enjoyed each other's company in the meadows of Seoul. Jungkook's lips were pasted with a huge smile all the while till they conversed about the things they were going to do while renovating their shop. They made three different plans according to the customers' demands and decided to implant them before the next new year.

The renovation started next week where Taehyung got busier in the new installments of equipment and the remaking of the left side garage where they planned to make a waiting area and heavy duty car washing. Jungkook helped his husband through their busy period and acquired all the documentary work from the dealing of new mechanical gears to the loading of tiles.

Both of them synched in each other's routines where their morning starts with a peaceful discussion on the leadings of their project. Taehyung always leaves for the shop early to complete the piling machinery work while Jungkook arrives during lunch period with food and striking energy that lifts everyone's mood.

Today was another day where Jungkook was working in the office room of the garage, his fingers were striking on the keyboard with precision as he updated the billing list of the shop. However, his eyes were gazing out of the glassy windows every once in a while to capture the image of his husband.

It's a special day for him, the day when he had met the love of his life inside this same garage. He doesn't expect Taehyung to remember this date as they have created more important ones in their life but somehow his heart beats wildly whenever he sees his husband roaming around the shop while working on many vehicles.

Jungkook desperately hopes that nobody notices how much time he has taken today to get ready before coming to the shop. He had decided to completely doll himself up in a black formal pants with a brown sweat shirt that fit around his arms and shoulders, giving him a perfect look for the spring.

He knows he looks beautiful, how can he not when he has devoted his time to prepare himself. He doesn't expect anything in return though, he already feels grateful to be around his husband everyday. But just to calm his buzzing heart and pay for his hard work in the morning, he just wants to see his husband’s wide eyes when he looks at him. He doesn't need any compliment, one long stare where he absorbs the liberating desire of his husband.

But the thing is… the moment he stepped inside the shop, Yoongi had informed him that Taehyung left for the neighborhood to check a breakdown car. So, he straightened his back and moved his fingers on the keyboard when he saw his husband entering through the wide gates of the shop.

Finally.

However, His mouth twitched in annoyance when the moving body of his husband turned towards the voice of his fellow workers where they hollered about a leaking tank of the black SUV. His sharp slit eyes glared at that vehicle and lips parted to show the greeted teeth as he slammed the keyboard before slugging on his seat, “I wish your tank would blast at night!” He cursed the poor vehicle and opened his candy can to slip a sweet inside his mouth to lift his sour mood.

He finished the entering of bills and started emailing the receipts to the customers with boring eyes staring at the illuminated screen of the laptop. His fingers get stronger with each enter he presses mail after mail.

Two minutes, he is two minutes away from biting off all the wires in the room if his beautiful husband didn't walk inside and praise him for his good looks and charm. But all he could do is sigh deeply because he can't react dramatically when everyone around him is working their ass off for weeks.

He looked at his mirror image on the screen, his fresh perm hairs resting softly on his forehead with a little part showing his temple. He doesn't wear any earrings but a minimal chain with a little diamond sparkles over his sweatshirt brightly.

He brushes his hair softly with his fingers and adjusts on the seat before continuing his work diligently until he hears a shout, “Stop the truck in the lane, I'll call Jungkook for the settlement.”

That's undoubtedly, conclusively his husband's voice and he didn't get enough time for preparation because as soon as he straightened his back and focused on the screen, the door of the office opened with a swing, “Baby.”

Jungkook didn't look up instantly, he relaxed his jaw muscles entirely and blinked softly before lifting his face to look at his husband and Taehyung continued, “The concrete and adhesive has arrived, make sure to unload it at the backside of the garage.”

Before Jungkook could agree and throw his sweetest smile at his husband, the door was closed and there was no one to receive his smile. His lips parted in sudden surprise, before he scoffs loudly while leaning back on his chair and slamming his laptop shut. 

Still he opened the drawer that kept his white clipboard and grabbed a pen from the desk caddy before sliding the drawer shut with such intensity that the whole desk rocked in the after effect of the force. With a ticked jaw, he walked out of his office and approached the truck nonchalantly which was standing in front of the shop.

He turned left and led the truck towards the back side with a lazy hand when it honked from behind. He stared at the driver lifelessly and continued to move the parking positions of the truck till all of his irritation and annoyance got transferred into that driver who kept cursing the young lad behind the closed windows of his vehicle.

He gripped his clipboard tightly in his hand and started marking the checks when sacks of adhesive got unloaded in the warehouse one by one. Next comes the open concrete which got dumped at the side of the front door. Jungkook signed off the document and passed it on to the driver before settling the bill of the delivery.

Jimin nudged his husband while wiping the bonnet of a car, “Can you smell it?” He asked while rolling his eyes towards the younger who returned to his office after completing the task.

“From a mile, partner.”

“Is Taehyung doing this on purpose?” Jimin asked as he passed a taper key to his husband who was laying beneath the same car. With a loud cackle, Yoongi replied, “Who? The one who crashed his head in the SUV door after coming out of the office earlier?”

Jimin giggled with his husband and shook his head, “Both of them are fools.”

“Yes, it's good to see Jungkook's bratty side though. What? It's been a year that I have seen such sourness on his face.”

“Ah, you are right. He looks similar to our old Jungkookie.”

Yoongi tightened the loose ends of the screw and agreed with his husband, it’s important for Jungkook to leave his guilt behind to make a new future with Taehyung. And how better it would be if it comes out of him when their relationship really needs their honest nature.

Jungkook pulled out the tissues from the lower cabinet and wiped his black shoes that were now covered with a layer of dirt. He patted his own back to not throw that driver’s head in the mud while he signed off the document. His eyes caught the clock clicking on the wall, alarming the sharp time of 2’o clock.

His hand reached for the lunch he prepared for them and walked out of the door after eating another sweet from the can. He approached the older couple and managed a talk while searching for his husband and suddenly all of his sourness melted into a puddle of wax when he saw Taehyung sitting on the top of a makeshift deck and under him was the parked car that needed a secure uplifting of its upper roof.

Somehow, out of nowhere, his husband had discarded the loose excuse of his shirt and decided to keep doing his work in his black tank top. His strong biceps twists with each drag he pulls over the roof, making Jungkook gulp rather thickly than before. The metallic chain dangling around his husband’s chest was dripping with sweat and the latter had to bite his lips to not let out any scream at this point.

When Taehyung fixed the roof from one side, he turned his back towards the other side to do the same and this time the vision of his broad shoulders broke apart Jungkook's sealed lips, because fuçking god of hell was inviting him to do a sin. But then his husband jumped down the deck landing on his tall legs before walking towards him, shouting something about lunch.

Jungkook hid the lunch bag behind him hurriedly and tried his best to smile while saying, “A- actually I was in a hurry today and couldn't prepare the lunch. Maybe we can grab something nearby?” He proposed while practically vibrating on his two wobbly legs.

“Oh okay. Hyung? let's go then,” He called for Yoongi who immediately caught the lunch bag that slipped out of Jungkook's fingers and hid it under the car before sliding out, “We had a heavy brunch today, Taehyung-ah. Why don't you both go and we will look for the customers in your absence.”

Oh Jungkook will absolutely make their hyung's favourite pastelinis for this one after throwing his biggest hug ofcourse. He waited for his husband's agreement and smiled sweetly when Taehyung nodded, “Okay, let me grab my shirt and we will leave for lunch? I'm going to the office, do you need anything baby?”

“No, I will wait for you here.” He sent off Taehyung and turned around to thank Yoongi while the older just grumbled,“I love butterscotch pastelinis by the way.” He informed the younger before sliding under the car again.

Jimin laughed with his grease hands and cleaned the bolts, “Grab that chicken head, brother-in-law. You know that when he races, he can race out all of us.”

Jungkook’s eyes twinkled with lure, “I'll do my best, Hyung. We all are cowards at some point and I think I need to put my foot down now. Nothing over the top, I promise.”

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Taehyung looked at his husband when Jungkook slid his hands around his left arm while they walked inside the restaurant. There was a little bounce on his toes the way this boy moves around him. And it brought a weird kind of peace to see Jungkook like this again.

They located a perfect seat against the window and ordered their food while chatting about random topics, “Namjoon Hyung called in the morning, he is merging my company with his own and I'll be needing to visit the company for official documentation.”

“Do you really not want to go back to your work?” Taehyung asked.

“I mean, yes, maybe eventually. But I can work under Namjoon Hyung with comfort, it won't raise any kind of issue. Plus the news of me being in coma just got out and the shareholders got to know that I'm alive so it's better that I shift the ownership of my company to Hyung before they get greedy.”

“I mean, it's your decision precisely. I just don't want you to lose something that you had worked hard for.” Taehyung says while looking intently at his husband.

“Losing a materialistic life is better than the healthy one that I have built around you. I don't want to go there just yet but in the future, If my heart misses doing that work, I promise to tell you.”

“That's exactly what I needed for now. Tell me, how’s your day so far?” Taehyung asked when the waiter arrived with their sizzling order.

“It's good.” Could have been better but he kept those words to himself while accepting the serving plate from his husband.

“What is this? Chilli butter? I told them not to use that while grilling the fish. Wait, babe you can't eat that.” Jungkook stood up from his chair and walked to the manager all while ignoring his husband's polite denials.

The food vanished from their table the next moment and Jungkook was still nagging the manager about his husband's allergy when Taehyung couldn't control and blushed heavily. His pounding heart stuttered in the cave of his chest as he checked out his husband thoroughly.

“I mean I can understand they are busy but the least you could do is actually listen to the order before serving the customers.” Jungkook still babbles while pushing his hips over the chair to sit obediently.

“Calm down now. They said to serve another batch, didn't they? While the order comes, you tell me what's going on?”

“What?” Jungkook tried to act surprised as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You don't wear blush often and your lashes look more curly than yesterday. Any special occasion?”

Caught in the daylight, Jungkook blinked his eyes slowly and mustered his soft voice, “I wanted to feel good today. That's it.”

“So do you?”

“What?”

“Feel good, I mean.”

“Not yet.” Jungkook sighed dramatically while shaking his head.

“Why?”

“What's the use of my hard work when nobody notices my advances.”

“You brat, you really like to edge me on. Don't you?”

“It's okay, I have made my peace that you don't feel the same about me anymore. So you don't have to brush up your words for me.”

Taehyung scoffed while chuckling and shaking his head, “You know nothing about that.”

“I just know that my husband would have bent me over that office desk if he’d felt the same. But, it's okay. I mean we get bored. I get it, babe.” Jungkook pretended to read the menu while blurting out.

The menu got snatched out of his hands as he faced a stoic look of his husband who had his brows raised in question, “Well, I'm more mature, you can say. And I truly mind bending my husband in a glassy office where drooling colleagues lurk around.”

“Good excuses, dear husband.”

“You are knowingly pushing my buttons, aren't you?”

Jungkook unclasped his arms and his words dripped with genuine sweetness when he said, “I'm not pushing anything, babe. I truly understand our busy schedules and don't we have renovations-”

His words burnt inside his throat when Taehyung grabbed his wrist and pulled him across the restaurant till they reached the reception. He threw his card on the counter and requested, “A suite for the night.”

Picking up the card and keys, Taehyung wasn't aware of the stickiness Jungkook felt in his boxers all while he stood behind his raging husband. He was hard, been hard for months, only his hand and the blue toy buried deep inside the closet knows his misery of months.

The hand on his wrist burnt the skin underneath but Jungkook remained quiet, holding the moan inside his throat. When the door of their suite got closed, Taehyung drew all the curtains one by one and ordered, “Strip.”

Buzzing with the energy, Jungkook's hands worked frantically as he pulled the sweatshirt over his head. He removed the belt and unbuckled his pants before pooling them down to his ankles. He palmed his crotch with a low whine and removed the sticky cloth at the end.

Now standing bare in the middle of the suite, Jungkook finds his husband looking at him intensely. He has only removed his shirt, the lower part was still covered in blue jeans but before he could complain, his husband approached him with slow steps. 

The goosebumps trembled above Jungkook's skin and suddenly he felt afraid that he would come as soon as his husband put his hand on him. But Taehyung had something else in mind, instead of grabbing his husband by his waist and kissing him to the infinity, he chose to drop to his knees and swallow his raging cock.

“Tae?! No, Tae, I'll come. I'm so sensitive right now.”

Much to his misery, his husband groaned around his cock and the vibrations alone sent shock waves to Jungkook's stomach. His fingers criss-crossed in Taehyung's long hairs as he gasped vividly when the latter suckled over his tip before pushing him back up to his throat.

“Fuçk, fuçk, Tae, please-”

His fluffy asscheeks were smouldered by the rough hands running over the skin and nothing prepared Jungkook for the touch of the finger around his rim, his knees pushed forward and thrusted inside his husband’s throat unconsciously, “Please, I'll come, Tae. I'm so close.”

His babbling warning got ignored by the gulping sounds of Taehyung around his cock, the thick tongue swirled on his balls when long fingers stroke his length, “Then let me see how long you can keep yourself from coming on my chest.”

The moment his raging tip got rubbed on Taehyung’s pecs, he came all over the chest in thick ropes of fluid. His hands dug inside his husband's shoulders as he kept himself upright while the tongue latched on his tip once again, wiping off the dripping come with a long slurp.

Jungkook panted hotly above his husband and wasn't ready for the way those dark eyes stared back at him before asking, “Are you clean?”

Collecting enough saliva in his mouth, Jungkook cleared his rough throat while nodding his head, “Been cleaning my daily, in hope of you-”

“Eating you?”

A sharp smack on his left asscheek, liberated a long moan out of Jungkook's throat, “Bed. On your knees, baby. Let me grab my lunch of the day.”

Jungkook opened the curtains that showed the king size bed and threw away the excessive pillows to make enough space on it before sprawling on it in his fours. He looked at his husband who rummaged through the dressings tables till he found what he needed.

He threw the bottle of lube on the bed before removing his pants and joining his husband from behind when he heard his low whimpers, “Can I suck you off? Please?”

“Maybe after when I'll be done with you. For now, I need you to spread for me. Arch your ass more, it should be in front of my lips.”

Jungkook looked over his shoulder and stretched his bent knees till his cheeks brushed against his husband's chin. He hissed wildly when he felt a crucial bite on his kneady dough while a long hand spread him apart roughly. His body jolted forward when a long lick was pressed against his hole. He felt his eyes watering as he recognised this feeling once again, “I- I love being under you like this.”

He sobbed with pleasing beggings when the tongue fucking his hole open in order to prepare him for the cock he worshipped all his life, “I need you now, please.”

“Let me take my time with you, baby. I'm in no hurry today and I don't think you are ready for another release just yet.” To remind Jungkook of his words, Taehyung slapped his sensitive groin and stroked the length till the younger tried to close his wide spread thighs.

The sensitive redness on the cock, hurt so well that Jungkook humped the air openly when two lube-covered fingers nestled around his prostate, he mewled roughly when he heard the voice behind him, “Should have fuçked you with your pretty clothes, that's what you had in your mind all day long, don't you baby?”

“Áh- àh, please, I'm ready, just please.”

Taehyung can bet on his shop that Jungkook hadn't listened to a word of him and maybe he won't till his body gets what it requires to let his brain work. So he pumped his own cock and aligned with the stretched hole but just before he was about to thrust inside, a thought occurred to his mind.

“I don't think I should be feeding your desires when you don't deserve them. You behaved rather badly in the restaurant.”

Jungkook would have cried if he wasn't already sobbing right now because he feels so so empty and so close to combusting if he didn't get that swollen head inside him, “I will apologise to the manager.”

“And the waiter?”

“And w-aiter too. Please, Tae.”

“I still don't think I should be giving you all of my cock.”

“How about the head? I will keep quiet, I promise. Just the head, Tae, please.”

The smirk widened on Taehyung lips as he rubbed the head over the puffed up hole in a circular motion, “Go work on it, then.”

Jungkook inhaled sharply and moved his hips along the circles till his opening swallowed Taehyung slit, “fuçk baby, you know how to invite me inside, don't you?”

With careful movements, Taehyung pushed the head of his cock inside Jungkook, he took it out and spread a globe of lube in between before pushing it inside again. His husband's shoulders quivered in pleasure when he felt clenched around that thick girth.

But his lips forgot all of his restraints when Taehyung grabbed the younger by his hips and thrust his cock deep inside in one motion, “Need to fuck your guts baby, the deeper the better.”

His moans turned incoherent with each thrust and Jungkook felt blessed as he sprawled his come on the sheets once again, “ Àh it's crazy how I want to keep fuçking you day and night. I wish you were my personal cocksleeve, and would have worn you out every second of the day.”

Jungkook considered those words and seemed no harm in becoming one for his husband, “I would love to take you whenever you want me.”

“On your back,” Taehyung slapped Jungkook's back and pulled out till the younger turned on his back and caught his arms under his knees to spread his legs once again. Taehyung thrusted to the hilt and then stopped to admire the beauty dispersed on the soft cheeks of his husband. He hovered above the male under him and wiped the rolled out tears on his cheeks, “I love you a lot, more than you can imagine in your stuffy head. My eyes follow your every movement, baby. Do you really think that you get to walk inside my shop like this and expect me to not fuck you bare afterwards?”

“Tae-”

“Shh… let me prove my love today. If you understand this language then I must show you how fluent I am in it.” Taehyung kissed those pouting lips and erased all the doubts of the younger who keened beautifully on his husband's tongue when the thrust continued.

“You looked too cute while fighting with that driver, fuçk baby join your job or whatever I don't think I can resist you all the time.”

Jungkook sobbed while pulling his husband down to his lips once again, “I'm not cute! Pretty, call me pretty.”

“Ofcourse, the prettiest prince of my life.” The thrust became faster and sloppier when Jungkook clenched around the cock with each praise his husband showered him upon. He arched his back above and shuddered in shock when his slumpy cock let out a dry orgasm all while his husband filled him deeper than he ever reached.

Taehyung grunted over the younger’s body and sagged into his arms while breathing heavily against his neck. Just before he could slip in the deep slumber, he heard low words under his earlobe, “I love you too, my husband, more and more.”

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The last update was in May, and I don't even remember how a year passed so suddenly.

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