Move swift as the Wind and closely-formed as the Wood. Attack like the Fire and be still as the Mountain.
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The Art of War
Sun Tzu

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"Tae?"

For the first time in four days, Taehyung started to breathe easily again. The iron grip around his heart, the lead in his veins, and the fog clouding his mind all dissipated until he was left feeling light, loose, and alert. He had been so unexpectedly lost without Jungkook, but now, it was like that missing piece finally fell back into place.

Taehyung pushed the postcard he'd been holding into his pocket, his hand shaking. And then - finally - he reached out, his fingertips softly grazing Jungkook's arm. He needed to assure himself that this moment was real, that this wasn't an illusion of his fragmented mind. But as he savored the feel of the younger's swelling muscles beneath his hand, he knew this wasn't some dream.

Taehyung followed his heart . . . followed it back to the very person who held it in his hands.

"Hi, Kookie," he murmured in a low and unsteady voice. His fingers trailed lower, following the line of the younger's arm until their hands met.

Jungkook looked down at the contact, watching as their skin brushed together. "Tae . . .?"

"I missed you," Taehyung whispered, his eyes beginning to water as he studied every inch of the boy's face. While the younger looked the same, his features had a new weariness that wasn't there a few days ago. "I missed you and -"

"I missed you so fucking much, Tae," Jungkook cut him off, stepping out of the doorway to pull Taehyung into his arms. He clung to his waist, shoulders slightly shaking as he breathed against Taehyung's neck. "I was just thinking about you and now . . . and now you're here."

Taehyung drew their bodies closer, arms wrapping around the younger's neck and chests pressing together. The wild beating of Jungkook's heart crashed against his own, the feeling further proof that they were truly together.

"That's what angels do, right?" He asked against Jungkook's skin, lips dancing over the spot where his neck met his shoulder. "They show up when you need them the most."

"Angel," Jungkook whispered, the word sounding like a prayer on his tongue. He gripped Taehyung tighter, almost as if he wanted to fuse their bodies into one.

"Your angel," Taehyung agreed, finding it difficult to believe that the nickname once drove him crazy.

"Tae . . . What are you doing here? Is it all over?" The boy asked, hope evident in the inflection of his voice.

A lump formed at the back of Taehyung's throat as he shook his head. He should've known what his presence here would mean to Jungkook. After all, he did say that once everything was resolved and there was no more threat of danger, he'd come for him.

And yet . . . Nothing had changed. There were no new leads, and it all was still a mess.

So he pulled back, looking deep into Jungkook's misty eyes. "No. No, sweetheart. We still don't know who's behind all of this. But I found out that I'm leaving for Seoul tonight, and I couldn't go without seeing you again."

A trembling smile tightened the younger's lips, which appeared red from being bitten into harshly. "Oh. I thought that maybe . . ."

"I know," Taehyung answered, sliding his fingers through the hair at the nape of Jungkook's neck. "I know, Kook."

"Can you come inside?" Jungkook pleaded, eyes wide with vulnerability rather than their usual devilishly deviant twinkle. "Do you have time?"

Taehyung looked at him with longing. "Are you alone?"

"Yeah. My dad works from nine to five, so he won't be home for hours."

A soft outflux of air pushed through Taehyung's lips; he didn't realize he'd been holding his breath. "Good. I should have a couple of hours."

Jungkook dropped his hands from Taehyung's waist, stepping back so he could go inside of the house. "What time did Yoongi say you needed to be back?"

"Yoongi doesn't know I left, Kook," Taehyung said, the taste of a laugh on his tongue. The adrenaline from his trip here still ran through his system, leaving him with giddy excitement that pulsed through his entire body.

The younger followed him inside, eyebrows raised and mouth gaping. "You mean to tell me that my uptight bodyguard snuck out?"

"I guess you could put it that way."

"Tae," Jungkook emphasized, quickly locking the front door before facing him again. "Why would you do that? I mean, it's really romantic, but you know better than to do something so reckless and dangerous."

An easy smile spread over Taehyung's lips as he reached out for the boy, his hand gently cupping his cheek. "You think I'm romantic?"

Jungkook shook his head incredulously, though he was smiling now as well. "That's seriously all you got from that?"

"I know it was really stupid, running off as I did. But I wasn't thinking rationally, okay? I just needed to be with you."

And it was true. Every single part of Taehyung had urged him to come here, to damn the consequences in exchange for what he knew was right. And now, standing in front of the boy who so effortlessly took his breath away, he finally felt content. After days of emotional turmoil, all was calm in Taehyung's mind.

"I'm really happy right now," Jungkook murmured, eyes watering as he flattened his hand over Taehyung's. "I'm really fucking happy that you're here."

"It doesn't look like you're happy," Taehyung said, his thumb caressing the boy's cheekbone. "Have . . . Have you been okay?"

A tear rolled down Jungkook's cheek, leaving a shiny path in its wake. "Not really. Losing you felt a lot like losing part of me."

"I felt the same way," Taehyung agreed, leaning in to kiss away the moisture. He let his lips linger for a moment, reveling in the feel of the younger's satin skin. "But now I feel whole again. I'm back where I'm supposed to be."

"Sap," Jungkook giggled, eyes closing as Taehyung pressed a kiss to his untouched cheek.

Taehyung beamed at him, waves of bliss and contentment crashing over his body. His cheeks hurt and his eyes burned and his lips wanted nothing more than to be attached to Jungkook's. "You bring it out in me. It's your fault I'm this way."

"I'm happy to take the blame, then," Jungkook said, intertwining their fingers and kissing Taehyung's knuckles. "Seeing you this way, smiling so much . . . I missed it all. I had tried to picture you in my head, but I couldn't do you justice. You're so beautiful, Tae."

"I've missed everything about you," Taehyung responded, his voice more tender than it ever had been before. "Your eyes, your laugh, your mouth."

"My mouth?" Jungkook asked with a chuckle, his mind clearly going somewhere a little less decent.

Taehyung's fingers ran down the younger's cheek, dancing along his skin until he met his lips. "Your mouth. It always drove me so crazy. Teasing me, riling me up, yelling at me. But most of all, helping me through my pain and providing me with comfort."

Jungkook pursed his lips, pecking Taehyung's fingers in a light kiss. "I've always been a great distraction for you."

"You're not a distraction, Kook," Taehyung said softly, but not without meaning. "You're so much more than that to me."

"Really?" The younger asked, a hint of that familiar sparkle glistening from the depths of his eyes. "Then, what am I?"

And while Taehyung still had difficulties expressing his feelings in terms of finite names, he knew one thing for sure. "You're the person who owns my heart."

A series of tears fell from Jungkook's eyes, causing his eyelashes to clump together. "How fitting. Because you're the person who owns mine."

Blinding warmth erupted right in the center of Taehyung's chest, pulsing and tingling and shining. It radiated throughout his limbs, making his head dizzy and clear all at the same time. And then the air from his lungs was ripped out as Taehyung leaned forward, capturing Jungkook's lips with his own.

And even though it had only been four days since he last tasted the younger's mouth, it felt like this was the very first time.

Taehyung's hands gripped the back of Jungkook's head, holding him reverently as their lips brushed together. It was so soft, so slow, as both took the time to commit every detail to memory. And Taehyung did; he didn't know when an opportunity to kiss the younger like this would arise again, and he would not take it for granted.

So he focused on the warmth of Jungkook under his hands and against his mouth, relished the subtle moisture and pleasurable glide of his lips. He savored the sound of their mixed gasps blending into one as they swallowed each other's noises. And he cherished the possessive grip of Jungkook's hands on his waist, fingers splayed wide in a confident hold.

And while Taehyung longed to feel the silk of Jungkook's tongue curling around his own, he didn't deepen the kiss. This - just appreciating Jungkook in this tender way - was more than enough.

So he pulled away, smiling as he watched a closed-eyed Jungkook trying to chase his mouth with puckered lips.

"I want more," Jungkook whined, finally opening his eyes and twisting his mouth into a dramatic pout. "We have a lot of lost time to make up for."

"Ah, there he is," Taehyung giggled, pressing a kiss to the tip of the younger's nose. "I was wondering when my brat would come out to play."

Those words sparked something within Jungkook, and suddenly his pout was smoothing into a cocky smirk. "Your brat, huh? Well, if that's how you see me . . ."

Suddenly Taehyung was being lifted, one of the younger's arms around his waist while the other slipped under his knees. His loaded backpack pushed uncomfortably against his spine, but he was too stunned to care.

"Since I'm a brat - your brat, to be specific - I'm going to act like one, angel. And a brat does whatever a brat wants, so I'm going to put you in my bed and hold you now," Jungkook grinned at him, beginning to walk through the living room.

Even though Jungkook's intentions seemed to be innocent enough, the thought of being in his bed resulted in the clenching of Taehyung's muscles. And while yes, they had shared a bed before and had been intimate, there something even more intimate about being in Jungkook's personal space.

As the younger carried Taehyung through the house, he simultaneously gave a tour. He pointed out the kitchen, a homey looking space with stacks of clean dishes. He nodded to the bathroom, a larger than expected room with a spacious tub. Then he showed two plain-looking bedrooms; one his father's and one Namjoon's.

"And this is my room," Jungkook announced, bringing them into a gray painted bedroom with dark furniture. He set Taehyung on his feet as he said, "I've never had a guy in here before."

Taehyung dropped his backpack to the floor, an amused smile spreading over his face as he looked around the room. "How'd you manage to keep Namjoon out of here? As your brother, I'm sure he was offended -"

"You know what I mean," Jungkook laughed as he hugged Taehyung from behind. "I've never had anyone I liked in here."

"And here I was, thinking you liked Jimin and Hoseok," Taehyung continued to tease, setting his hands on top of the younger's.

Jungkook playfully bit his ear, his teeth carefully sinking into the sturdy cartilage. "And you call me a brat?"

Taehyung leaned his head back against his shoulder, taking in the younger's toothy grin as he looked up at him. "I'll stop once you get it right."

"Okay, how about this? I've never had anyone who I had romantic feelings for or sexual attraction to in my room before."

A small gasp left Taehyung's lips as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down. "I stole your room virginity."

"Yeah, well, after three years of hiding, I didn't get many chances to lose it," the younger said, his eyes void of that sadness and fully sparkling now. "So, when you came along, I saw a perfect opportunity."

"Hey!" Taehyung laughed, one of his hands flicking under Jungkook's chin. "I thought I was special."

Jungkook's gaze softened at that, his mouth melting into a gentle smile. "You're so fucking special, Tae. And I'm really glad I never brought random guys in here. I never felt comfortable enough in the past, but now . . . Now I want to tie you to my bed so no one can take you away from me."

Taehyung hummed, running his tongue over his bottom lip. "How kinky."

"Can I . . .?" The younger blushed, biting into his lip and appearing a bit uncertain.

"Can you tie me to your bed?" Taehyung clarified, confused as to what the boy was actually asking.

Jungkook shook his head, more redness seeping into his cheeks. "I mean, I'd love that. But no, I meant . . . Can I show you some of my stuff? I want . . . I want you to see who I am. I want to show you me."

Taehyung spun in his arms, wanting to be eye to eye with this person who managed to steal more and more of his heart without even trying. "Of course, sweetheart. I want to know everything."

"Do we have time for everything?" The younger asked, a hint of a chuckle coating his tone.

"We'll make time for everything."

Jungkook intertwined their fingers, leaning in to claim Taehyung's lips in a lingering kiss. And then he was guiding them towards his desk, a sturdy looking piece of furniture littered with trophies, art supplies, and cameras. He bounced with excitement as he grabbed random items and thrust them into Taehyung's waiting hands, seemingly determined to show literally everything he could.

And Taehyung loved it all.

Taehyung also quickly learned that Jungkook had a wide array of interests, dabbling in more than the average person.

The younger first showed off his camera equipment, explaining how he loved taking pictures and editing videos. Several landscapes and portraits were displayed around his room, all beautifully captured in a glossy black and white. Taehyung spent a few minutes looking at each and every one before picking out his favorite: a photo of a tree-lined lake.

Next, Jungkook found his boxing gloves and shoved them onto Taehyung's fists, ordering him to throw a few punches. They laughed as they goofed around, hitting each other's palms in a mock fight. The younger declared Taehyung the winner and rewarded him with a series of kisses.

And finally, Jungkook showed off his black-red taekwondo belt, a belonging that clearly meant a lot to him. He explained how he practiced the sport for years, which taught him the basics of self-defense. That gave Taehyung a bit of reassurance, knowing the boy at least had some form of protection. But if it were up to him, he'd have a whole security team watching over his Jungkook.

And suddenly, it all made so much sense to Taehyung. He understood why his father went through such drastic measures to protect his family - one would do anything to keep their loved ones safe.

After seeing some of Jungkook's most prized possessions, Taehyung couldn't stop smiling. He was so damn happy to be here with the younger, so incredibly lucky to have this opportunity. And while he knew he should think ahead to what would happen after their fated parting, he didn't. For once, Taehyung decided to only focus on the present.

He would live in the moment and enjoy the time he was given.

And at this moment, Taehyung was currently spread out with Jungkook on the bed, head resting on his chest. The steady beat of the younger's heart thumped in his ear, the beautiful sound calming and peaceful. It would be too easy to stay like this forever.

One of Jungkook's hands splayed wide over his back, kneading and rubbing in lazy circles while the other played with his hair. He had been quiet for a while, clearly lost in thought as he stared at Taehyung.

And because Taehyung missed the sound of his voice, he broke their silence. "What's on your mind?"

"You," the younger admitted readily, his voice warm and soft. "I thought about you every day, you know - every hour. I thought about where you were and what you were doing. I wondered if you were safe. Happy. That's all I wanted you to be. Safe and happy."

"I was safe," Taehyung began, tracing random patterns over Jungkook's tattooed arm. "I spent most of my time with Yoongi as he interviewed potential bodyguards. Unless I was sleeping or washing up, he pretty much stayed by my side."

"Lucky man," Jungkook breathed, half-amusement and half-jealousy coloring his tone. "Though I doubt he appreciated that as much as I would have. If I was there, I would've done everything with you. I would've slept with you and then bathed you afterward."

Taehyung lightly pinched the younger's skin, gasping when his side was squeezed in return. "Saving the planet, right?"

"Exactly."

He shifted his positioning, propping his elbows up on Jungkook's chest. "You probably don't want to hear this, but I won't lie. I wasn't happy at all, Kook. On top of everything else going on, I lost you. And that . . . That was enough to make me fall apart."

"I wish I could've been there for you," the younger murmured, fingers still carding through Taehyung's hair. "I would've held you just like this, telling you that we'd figure it out together. I . . . I'm sorry you had to go through that alone."

Taehyung's eyes fell shut for a moment, savoring the feeling of being touched this way. "I wasn't completely alone through it all. I actually talked about you . . . us . . . with Jimin and Hoseok. I told them as much as I could about our situation, and when I inevitably broke down, they were there for me. They're great guys."

Jungkook nodded his head, his lips lifting into a fond smile. "They've always been amazing friends. When everything was going on with my mom and dad, they were there for me the entire time. I need to see them soon. I need to tell them how sorry I am."

"You will," Taehyung assured him, setting his chin on his hands. "And just so you know, I did give them your apology. And they were so sorry, Kookie. They felt so bad for everything."

"Thank you for doing that. I can't tell you how much that means to me," Jungkook whispered, his hand playing with the hem of Taehyung's shirt.

"Such a grateful brat, I see," Taehyung chuckled, cheeks hurting once again. "But I was curious . . ."

"About what?"

Taehyung shook his head as he thought about it, wondering if he was just overthinking it. "Are Jimin and Hoseok dating or something?"

A surprised laugh erupted from Jungkook's chest, the sound so pure it prompted Taehyung to join in with him as well. "Those two? Dating? No . . . No? You know, I'm not sure, actually. I know they've hooked up, but dating? I'll have to ask them."

"I'm just being nosey," Taehyung said, amusement still tickling the back of his throat. "But I have a more serious question now."

Jungkook's face sobered and he sat up, propping a pillow behind his back. "Alright."

"How are you holding up? I . . . I want you to tell me. And I want you to be honest." Taehyung watched as the younger swallowed, the subtle bobbing of his Adam's apple drawing his attention.

"I'm not great," Jungkook mumbled, a flash of pain darkening his gaze. "I'm hurting. Namjoon's death . . . I still haven't processed it. And being around my dad, who hates everything and everyone, isn't helping either. I think I feel more caged in than ever before."

Taehyung lowered his head, a combination of guilt and grief weighing him down. But then Jungkook's fingers were under his chin, lifting his head so they were looking at each other once more.

"And," the younger continued, shifting his hand to caress Taehyung's cheek, "I've been hurting because I didn't have you with me. I never thought it was possible to . . . to need someone so badly, to long for them after just a few days. But that's what I felt. I felt like I needed to be with you, and I hurt knowing I couldn't. But I tried to be rational, to remind myself I was nothing more than a liability and -"

"I never want to hear you call yourself a liability again," Taehyung interrupted fiercely, sitting up so he could get even closer to the boy. "If I hadn't met you, I would've given into the pain and let it consume me. But because of you, I'm still me. You saved me, Kook."

Jungkook leaned his forehead against Taehyung's, eyes watering as they fell shut. "You did the same for me, Tae. And I . . . I don't know how to be okay without you. Because when you were there, the world was just a little less scary. But I don't have you and now all I can think of is you leaving and -"

"You have me. Right here," Taehyung whispered, poking a finger right against the younger's heart. "Now. Always. No matter what, okay? But let's not think about me leaving yet. We still have time and don't have to become blubbering messes until later. Okay?"

"Okay," Jungkook said after a moment, his hand coming up to rest on Taehyung's waist. They were now side by side, legs stretched out and barely a breath of space between their bodies.

"Good. Now I want you to be your bratty and annoying self again. I miss it," Taehyung lamented, hoping to see the younger's face break into a grin.

"I think you like it when I misbehave. I think you like putting me in my place."

"I do."

Jungkook squeezed Taehyung's waist as he leaned back, studying every inch of his face. "Tae? How long do we have until you have to leave?"

Taehyung craned his neck, finding a clock on the younger's nightstand. He'd been with Jungkook for roughly an hour so far, though it only felt like five minutes. "I probably don't need to leave for another hour. But, if Jimin distracts Yoongi like he said he would, I might have even longer."

Jungkook sighed in relief, readjusting so he now leaned over Taehyung. He lightly pushed him onto his back, nose crinkling as he smiled widely. "Good. I'm going to kiss you now."

Taehyung couldn't help but smile in return as he reached up for the boy, pulling him on top of his body. "Please."

And then Jungkook was sliding over Taehyung, bringing them chest to chest with tangling legs as he bent forward and closed what little space remained. His mouth went pliant as he pressed the slightest of kisses against Taehyung's lips, a gesture so open and raw that Taehyung lost the ability to breathe. And he lost the ability to think of anything but Jungkook - his sweetheart, the boy he could very easily fall in love with if given the time.

Hell, he had already started the process of falling in love with Jungkook. And even though society would tell him it was too soon, too fast, he didn't give a flying fuck. He'd seen so many sides to the younger, learned so many of his imperfections and flaws. He uncovered his habits and his goals and his passions. He saw what it was like for them to handle stress together, for them to comfort each other.

It felt like he learned more about Jungkook than other couples might have learned in weeks or months. And maybe he did.

So he leaned further into the pillows, disconnecting his mouth from the younger's, and looked up. And he knew everything he felt was glowing in his eyes, was laying bare for Jungkook to see.

He didn't dare hide any of it, didn't shield the younger from its force. He let every single emotion tied to Jeon Jungkook pour out through the window of his eyes, giving that very man the clearest look into the depths of his soul.

"Tae," Jungkook let out, the word barely audible on his tongue as he took in all that was given to him.

And as Taehyung peered up into Jungkook's eyes, meeting that molten gaze, he could see every single one of his feelings returned. He could feel the adoration, passion, appreciation, respect, and desire.

He could feel the love.

Jungkook kissed him again, but this time it was different. This time, it wasn't just lips touching and breaths mingling . . . This time, it was hearts bursting open and being sewn back together as one.

Taehyung buried his hands in Jungkook's hair, his touch losing its gentleness as his fingers knotted in the silky strands. He angled his head, lips brushing over the younger's again and again until both boys were out of breath. But air seemed secondary when he had Jungkook's tongue tracing over the seam of his mouth, wanting admission but not forcing it. So Taehyung eagerly parted his lips and welcomed the warm intrusion.

Through no will of his own, Taehyung let out a muted whimper as every part of his mouth was tasted and cherished. Not that he wanted to think of Bogum right now, but his ex had never kissed him this way. The older male had just gone through the motions of it, pushing and pulling so routinely that the very idea of kissing seemed like a chore.

But with Jungkook - who was sliding his tongue against Taehyung's, sensually stroking and licking and circling - he knew there was intent behind his actions. There was affection and longing, desire and need.

There was so much need.

The younger teasingly plunged his tongue deeper as his hand crept under Taehyung's shirt. The smooth skin of his palm settled on Taehyung's bare side, holding him steady as he continued with his suggestive exploration. He seemed determined to take his time, to prove just how much he cared for Taehyung.

When Taehyung really couldn't breathe, he tugged on Jungkook's hair to pull him back. Their mouths slid messily across the other's cheek as they panted, skin pressed together and hearts thumping. The younger remained still for the most part, his only movement being the subtle caress of his fingers over Taehyung's side.

And Taehyung, with his arms encircling the boy and legs wide enough to cradle his body, knew he wanted more.

But logically thinking, the smartest thing to do would be to stop here. If they continued as he wanted, a whole new door to pain could be unlocked. Sleeping with each other only to be separated again might very well tear them up inside. And the last thing either of them needed right now was something else hurting them.

But Taehyung wanted to follow his heart. He wanted to share his body, to cherish Jungkook, while he still had the time. He wanted to create something beautiful for them to hold onto, an experience only they could understand.

But only if that was what Jungkook wanted.

"Kook?" He said after he caught his breath, hands sliding down to hold the boy's waist.

Jungkook raised his head, his inky hair falling into his eyes as he hovered over Taehyung. "Angel?"

Taehyung didn't verbally respond . . . There was no need. As he squeezed Jungkook's waist, eyes blazing with desire, he knew his intent was understood. And he knew Jungkook wanted him the same way, knew it by the almost imperceptible nodding of the younger's head. The movement might have been missed by others, though Taehyung saw it. He observed every subtle gesture, each tiny motion of Jungkook's face.

What he said a week ago still held true, but now it held an entirely different meaning: His eyes were always on Jungkook.

Jungkook reconnected their mouths with renewed passion, arms sliding under Taehyung's body and holding him tight. And then, in a surprise and unexpected move, he rolled them over. He rolled right onto his back so that Taehyung was now on top.

And Taehyung didn't hesitate to take charge.

He wedged a knee between the younger's legs, hovering over him with barely any distance between their bodies. His eyes flitted to his neck, finding all of his marks to be nothing more than a lost memory.

Jungkook seemed to notice where his attention lingered. "They're gone."

"I'll give you more," Taehyung responded, tracing a finger over the clear skin of his neck. "Here and then other places only you can see."

"Oh, fuck."

Taehyung beamed at him, supporting his weight on his elbows as he lowered himself down. "You like the sound of that, sweetheart?"

Jungkook nodded, already arching his head back and exposing his throat. "Yeah. Please."

"Tell me where you want my marks, Kook," Taehyung taunted, bringing his mouth right against the boy's Adam's apple.

"Everywhere."

"You need to be more specific than that," he chuckled deeply, pressing the faintest of kisses against his skin.

Jungkook groaned, running his hands down Taehyung's back. "My neck. Fuck, all over my neck."

"Where else?" Taehyung prompted quietly, doing nothing but pressing delicate kisses to the younger's throat.

"My chest and stomach," Jungkook whimpered, teeth sinking into his lip.

"Where else?"

"Tae."

Taehyung tutted in mock disappointment, pulling away from Jungkook's skin. "You won't get anything else unless you answer me. Only good boys are rewarded."

The younger let go of his lip, poking out his tongue to soothe the area. "My hips and my legs."

"Where on your legs?"

"My thighs!" Jungkook blurted out, gasping as Taehyung wedged his legs further apart. "Fuck, I want you to suck on the inside of my thighs."

Taehyung's stomach tightened at his words, and he couldn't wait to bury his head between the younger's legs to give him what he wanted. He couldn't wait to bury something else there either.

"Okay," Taehyung reassured him, smoothing the boy's hair off of his forehead. "I better get started then."

"Please," Jungkook whimpered, tilting his head to the side and sliding his hands into the back pockets of Taehyung's jeans.

But right as Taehyung started to lower once more, he felt something glide out from his pants.

"What's this? A postcard?"

Taehyung focused on the thick paper Jungkook had wedged between their faces. "Hoseok gave me your address. Doubt he thought I'd use it so soon, but here we are."

Jungkook smiled, reaching over and setting the postcard on his nightstand. "I have the best friends ever."

A laugh escaped Taehyung's mouth as he kissed the younger full-on, immediately sliding his tongue between his lips. And he let himself be pulled under, let himself fall prey to the spell that was Jeon Jungkook.

After thoroughly licking into the boy's mouth and sucking on his tongue, he kissed a wet path across his cheek and up and down his neck. He paused at a spot just under Jungkook's ear, latching onto the skin and pulling it into his mouth. That prompted a breathy moan from the younger, a sound that boiled Taehyung's blood.

"Fuck, you make the prettiest sounds," he said, eyeing the reddening spot on Jungkook's skin. "You're going to keep being loud for me, right?"

"Yeah," Jungkook hummed, his hands roaming all over Taehyung's back and ass. "As loud as you want."

"No restraint. I want to hear it all."

Taehyung left just one more hickey on Jungkook's neck, not wanting to completely obliterate his lightly tanned skin. So he worked his way downward, tugging aside the younger's shirt as he left another mark on his collarbone. And as he wiggled down the younger's body, he started noticing how Jungkook was rolling his hips against him. They were both hard at this point, aroused and in desperate need of friction.

But Taehyung wasn't going to rush any of this, so he sat back onto his knees, admiring Jungkook's disheveled appearance.

"Tae, please. I need you to touch me," Jungkook begged, dropping his hands off of Taehyung and running them up his thighs.

"In a bit. I'm busy," Taehyung hushed him as he continued staring, wondering if Jungkook was really going to start palming himself in his neediness.

"You can look at me and touch me at the same time," the younger bartered, his hands getting dangerously close to the bulge in his sweatpants. "Multitasking is fun, I promise."

But Taehyung just shook his head. "Patience, sweetheart. I'm going to get you naked now. And if you touch yourself without my permission . . . Well, it's best you don't find out."

Jungkook practically drooled as he dropped his hands from his pelvis. "It's hard to be good when you make misbehaving sound like so much fun."

Taehyung smirked as he pushed the younger's shirt up, cursing under his breath as the sculpted muscles were revealed to his eyes. He couldn't get enough of Jungkook's body; the dips and swells of his muscles, his thin waist, and the smoothness of his skin all worked to arouse Taehyung even more.

Jungkook extended his arms above his head, allowing Taehyung to remove his shirt. His nipples were already tightened into pointed peaks, practically begging for Taehyung's mouth to suck on them.

And he would. But first, he had other priorities.

His hands shifted to the waistband of the younger's sweatpants, where he ran a finger just underneath the elastic. He lavished in the feel of his velvet skin, his hard muscles. And when he flattened his free hand over Jungkook's covered length, he felt the boy twitch in response.

"Please," Jungkook murmured, hands fluttering by his sides like they wanted to shove his pants down himself.

But because Taehyung loved this desperate side of the younger, because he wanted to tease him for just a little longer, he let go. A protesting whimper left Jungkook's mouth, though it was soon replaced with a moan as Taehyung licked him from navel to clavicle.

Taehyung kept his mouth on his skin, planting kisses here and sucking dark hickeys there. He left an artistic scattering of marks all over the younger's chest and stomach, just as requested.

"So beautiful," he remarked, dragging his mouth to one of Jungkook's nipples. He licked over it, flattening his tongue as he toyed with the sensitive bud.

Jungkook's back arched at the touch, and he simultaneously pressed his hard length against Taehyung's. "Fuck, Tae. That feels good."

Taehyung lightly pulled the bud into his mouth, sucking it between his lips before letting it go. "I'll keep making you feel good, don't worry."

Jungkook gripped his head as he moved to his untouched nipple, crying out as Taehyung gently bit down on it. "Naked. I want you naked. Please. I want to make you feel good, too."

"Making you feel good makes me feel good," Taehyung told him as he kissed back down his ribs. He gripped the boy's pants and pulled down, exposing just one of his hip bones. "Seeing you lose control makes me lose control."

He sucked a mark right over the younger's hip, so achingly turned on but somehow restraining himself from rubbing his neglected cock against the bed. This - pleasuring Jungkook - was far more important than taking care of his own needs.

After he left hickeys on both of the boy's hips, the time had come to move to his thighs. Without warning, Taehyung yanked down Jungkook's sweatpants and briefs to mid-thigh, earning a shocked gasp as a result. Jungkook lifted his hips, allowing Taehyung to fully remove the rest of his clothing.

And once the younger was completely naked, Taehyung just stared in awe. How someone could be so beautiful, so perfectly crafted, astounded him. And the fact that Jungkook wanted to share his body with him . . .

It was an indescribable feeling.

And then Jungkook was spreading his legs before him, utterly unabashed as he let Taehyung see everything. He pointed to a spot very high up on his thigh, just a few centimeters away from his balls.

"I want your mark here," he said, running the pad of his finger over his skin. "Can you do that for me, angel?"

As soon as the boy asked him like that - innocent but somehow demanding at the same time - it was over for Taehyung. He became putty, absolute fucking putty, in Jungkook's hands.

He scooted back, hooking his arms around Jungkook's muscular thighs and getting up close and personal with his groin. His mouth watered, and he knew he'd have that impressive length in his mouth soon enough.

"Go on, Tae," Jungkook drawled, one hand fisting in Taehyung's hair. "You know where."

So Taehyung did what was asked of him. He bent down, planting a small kiss to Jungkook's thigh before licking over the area. The tip of his tongue traveled a little farther north than required - on accident, of course - and Jungkook jolted.

"That's not where I told you, Tae."

Taehyung didn't respond; instead, he sucked harshly on the spot the younger wanted, earning a strangled moan in return. The sound encouraged him and he applied more pressure, careful to watch for any signs of pain.

There were none.

"Fuck," Jungkook whimpered after Taehyung started on his other thigh. "Fuck. Tae, I need you to take your clothes off. Please, angel. Please be naked now."

Taehyung chuckled against his skin, pressing a soft kiss to the deep red mark he created. He went to his knees, looking down at his worn clothing. "Then undress me."

Jungkook was quick to sit up, pulling Taehyung by the shoulders so he could have better access to his body. His hands immediately took hold of his shirt, pushing upwards until the fabric was on the floor rather than on Taehyung. The younger then started on his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping as fast as he could.

"You can't remove my pants while I'm kneeling," Taehyung laughed, falling onto his back and stretching out his legs. "Here."

The younger worked quickly, first pulling off his jeans and tossing them to the side. Then, with eager hands, he removed Taehyung's briefs.

"Holy fucking shit," Jungkook let out, eyes glued to Taehyung's cock. "I think it's bigger than last time."

"Ah, yes," Taehyung giggled, loving how openly aroused the younger was. "Growth spurt."

"Shut up," Jungkook teased gently, climbing back on top of him and kissing him thoroughly. His cock pressed against Taehyung's stomach, hot and hard and long.

It was only a short while until the younger pulled back, kissing along Taehyung's jaw and over to his neck. Fresh marks were sucked into his skin, a blissful sting that Taehyung loved. Jungkook could probably do anything to him and he'd say please and thank you.

His chest was kissed entirely, his nipples bitten at and suckled. His belly button was tongued, as was the trail of hair below it. Every part of him was cherished in some way, making Taehyung feel more valued than he had in a very long time.

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Jungkook's mouth was dangerously close to Taehyung's cock, and the boy just rested his cheek on his thigh, staring at it. "You're going to fuck my mouth now, angel. Just for a bit and then you're going to prep me, okay?"

Taehyung ran a hand through the younger's hair, pulling until the boy looked up at him. "Anything you want, Kook. And any way you want me."

Not moving his head, Jungkook wrapped a hand around Taehyung's cock. His grip was sure and strong, squeezing as he stroked him from base to tip. "Any way? I seem to remember a certain someone saying that I'd never fuck him."

Taehyung gasped as the younger's thumb rubbed over his tip, soon followed by a wet swipe of his tongue. He moaned loudly and unrestrained, wanting to give Jungkook just as many sounds as he was given earlier.

"He changed his mind," he whimpered, eyes locked on Jungkook as he pressed Taehyung's cock against his cheek, a shiny path smearing over it.

Jungkook squeezed him tighter, wet tongue sliding just below the head. "So, if I wanted to be inside of you, you'd let me."

"Yes," Taehyung whimpered, trying not to lift his hips as Jungkook took his cock into his mouth. It only lasted for a second or two, but it was enough to get him even harder and leaking. "Yes . . . I . . . Oh. Well."

"What?" The younger asked, now licking over Taehyung's entire length like he was a fucking cherry popsicle. He kept his eyes on Taehyung, making the experience all the more erotic.

"I haven't . . . prepped . . . that area," Taehyung admitted, cheeks warming just a bit. "I'd need to go -"

"I'm clean," Jungkook murmured against his cock, hand following his mouth's path up Taehyung's length. "Ever since the night you fingered me, I just added that into my routine."

"Fuck," Taehyung breathed, body already anticipating being inside of this beautiful boy. "Okay."

"Good."

Jungkook lifted up then, holding the base of Taehyung's cock while he sunk down. His mouth was molten and cushiony as he kept going lower, not stopping until his nose hit Taehyung's lower abdomen. After a brief pause, he fucking swallowed around him, and Taehyung didn't know how he refrained from erupting right there.

"Fuck, Kookie," he cried, hands fisting in Jungkook's hair none too gently. "You're so good. You're so fucking good."

Jungkook lifted, tongue curling around Taehyung's tip languidly and sensually. He dug into the slit, scooping up all of the liquid there, then licked all over his lips. It was dirty and hot and Taehyung wanted it all.

"Fuck my mouth like you're going to fuck me," Jungkook said, taking Taehyung in between his lips once more. But this time, he didn't slide down. He barely applied any pressure at all.

He was forcing Taehyung to take back control, inviting him to do as told and fuck his mouth.

So Taehyung's fingers dug into the boy's head and he pushed his hips forward, moaning as he slid over Jungkook's tongue to the back of his throat. He kept his movements steady, afraid the younger would choke on him. But as he kept thrusting, Jungkook started to move as well. It was like he actually wanted to take Taehyung as deep as possible.

"Breathe through your nose," Taehyung ordered, waiting until he heard the inhale before he slammed forward. He let out a muffled sound, a cross between Jungkook's name and a moan. He repeated the movement twice more, feeling absolutely euphoric as he felt Jungkook's tight throat squeezing him.

But after that, he had to stop. He'd come if he continued, and there was still a ways to go. So he tapped under the younger's chin, signaling him to lift.

"Your turn," Taehyung murmured, body burning as he reversed his positions with Jungkook. He gripped the boy's leaking cock, giving him a few strokes before his hand was smacked away.

"I need you to prep me, Tae. I can't . . . Please?"

"Okay," he responded, "I'll prep you now."

But he lied.

Taehyung sunk down on Jungkook's cock, mouth stretching wide to accommodate his impressive girth. His eyes instantly watered, his gag reflex a little more existent than the younger's, but carried on regardless. The sounds of Jungkook's muffled moans encouraged him to carry on.

Wait . . . muffled? He angled his head up, realizing that the boy was covering his mouth. That wouldn't do.

Taehyung quickly lifted off and pulled his hand away. "I told you I wanted to hear you."

Jungkook looked up at him, all matted hair and sweaty skin. "Angel, please. I need your cock now. Please. Can I have it? I can't, I need it -"

"Fuck. Okay, okay," Taehyung relented all too hastily, sitting back onto his heels. "Do you have lube?"

Jungkook pulled open his nightstand drawer, hand rummaging around frantically. After a moment, he paused. "Shit."

"No lube?" Taehyung asked, knowing the answer based on the sharp shaking of the younger's head.

"No, I . . . Fuck. It's been a while. I had put Hoseok's stash - you know, the stuff he gave us - into my backpack in case we needed it later. But I left it at the bed and breakfast and -"

Taehyung rolled off the bed, going to the backpack he brought with him. "This one?"

"Oh, thank fuck," Jungkook breathed, running a hand through his hair. "I almost suggested we use spit. Everything is in the outside pocket."

After a quick search, Taehyung found both the bottle of lube and a box of condoms. He pulled a foiled square out before bringing the items to the bed.

"Tae?" Jungkook asked, laying down again and spreading his legs.

Taehyung crawled back onto the bed, kneeling between the boy and pausing. "Are you okay? Is this okay?"

"What? Yeah. I . . . This is more than okay. It's perfect. You're perfect," he babbled, hands gripping into the sheets next to him. "I just . . . I want you to know . . ."

"Kook, what's going on?"

"I'm clean," Jungkook rushed to say, eyes wide as he met Taehyung's. "I mean, yes, obviously clean there. But I'm also clean. Like no STDs or STIs or anything. Right before my three-year drought - when I had to lie low - I got tested. And I've always used a condom. Not that that matters now since you're going to be inside me and I haven't really bottomed, but still. I just wanted you to know."

Taehyung didn't know why he was bringing this up now, but he appreciated it nonetheless. "That's good to know. I got tested right after Bogum. I thought he might've been cheating on me, and even though we always used condoms, I wanted to be sure. There hasn't been anyone since."

Jungkook nodded his head, biting his lip before letting it go. "We don't have to use a condom. If you don't want to, I mean. I . . . I'd be okay without using one. I trust you."

And Taehyung knew what this was; he knew what it was because he felt it himself. "You want to really be with me before we're apart again."

"Yeah," the younger admitted, eyes more vulnerable than his current position, which was pretty vulnerable considering he was exposing his ass to Taehyung.

"I . . . I trust you, too," Taehyung whispered, leaning down and connecting their mouths. He kissed him softly, lips tangling as he blindly reached for the lube. "I'm going to get you ready, okay?"

"Okay."

Taehyung pulled back, snapping open the bottle and squeezing the clear substance onto his fingers. When they were coated to his liking, he looked down at Jungkook, looked down at his flushed and needy body.

"Tae, stop stalling and get your gorgeous fingers inside of me already," Jungkook huffed, lifting his hips for emphasis.

Taehyung managed a soft chuckle as he pulled Jungkook's hips closer to his own. He had to angle himself a bit as his own cock kind of got in the way, but soon he had the younger open and waiting before him. He slowly dragged a finger over his entrance, watching as the younger tightened in response.

"Tae."

Taehyung pushed forward, his finger gripped tightly by Jungkook's hot body. There was a little resistance for the first few centimeters - probably a little bit of discomfort, too - so he massaged Jungkook's thigh as he continued sliding in.

"Okay?" He asked, stilling for a moment to make sure. Once he had Jungkook's affirmation, he began pushing in and out, paying close attention to the boy's soft whimpers.

To relax him - or maybe pleasure him was the better phrase - Taehyung curled his finger, knowing just where to touch to make Jungkook feel the best. And sure enough, just as he brushed over the boy's prostate, Jungkook cried out.

"Oh, god," Jungkook moaned out, one of his hands creeping over to his cock. It seemed like he forgot about the order not to touch himself.

But Taehyung did not. Though he didn't stop the younger; as he continued working his finger, he watched as Jungkook wrapped his fingers around his cock and squeezed.

"You misbehaved," Taehyung tsked, pulling his finger out slowly. "Didn't I tell you not to touch yourself?"

Jungkook instantly let go of his cock, fingers knotting into the sheets again. "I didn't realize - ah, fuck!"

Taehyung pressed two fingers into him, moving just a little quicker than before. He immediately started rubbing over Jungkook's prostate, loving how the boy bucked beneath him.

"Tae, I'm going to come if you don't stop."

"No, you won't," Taehyung whispered, now working a third finger inside of the boy. "You disobeyed me. Now you only get to come when I say you can."

"Fuck," Jungkook arched against Taehyung's hand, closing his eyes to presumably control himself.

But Taehyung didn't want that. "Look at me, sweetheart."

"Tae," the younger moaned meekly as he opened his eyes, "please. I'm ready. I want you. I want to come with you inside of me."

And while Taehyung had planned for more, to push the boy right until his edge, he gave in. Carefully, he slowly withdrew his fingers, stopping only once - okay, twice - to brush up against Jungkook's prostate. He picked up the bottle of lube again, hesitating right before he drizzled it onto his aching cock.

"I'm sure, Tae," Jungkook murmured, seeming to understand his pause. "No condom."

With a nod, Taehyung squeezed the liquid onto his flesh, hissing at how cool it was in comparison to his hot skin. He spread it all over himself and added extra to his tip, before applying a bit more to the younger's rim. His heart was pounding in his chest again, slightly nervous about what was to come. He hadn't done any of this in a while - had sex or topped - and he just wanted it to be amazing for Jungkook. Especially since the boy's first experience six years ago wasn't great, Taehyung felt the added pressure.

"Tae," Jungkook murmured, peering up at him with a soft smile. "Come here. Show me what I mean to you."

And with that, Taehyung was leaning over him, supporting his weight on one arm as he held onto his cock with the other. "We'll take it easy, okay? I don't want it to hurt."

"It's okay if it does," the younger assured him, bringing his hands up to cup Taehyung's cheeks. "Because when you're gone, I'll remember. I'll feel what we did. And maybe it won't be so difficult then."

Taehyung's chest hurt at those words, hurt because they made him acknowledge their impending separation, but he quickly pushed those thoughts from his head. He instead ran his tip over the younger's entrance, shuddering at the delicious feeling. The heat and the slide of the lube . . . It was all too exquisite. But nothing was as exquisite as Jungkook's body gripping him tightly, squeezing like a fist as he began to push in.

A small, short inhale sounded from Jungkook, and Taehyung paused to make sure he was okay. But before he could ask, Jungkook was already nodding his head.

"Keep going, angel."

The nickname caused Taehyung's heart to skip a beat, and his breathing stuttered as he continued sliding into the boy. The feeling was indescribable; the words hot and tight and slippery meant absolutely nothing at all, they couldn't do this feeling justice. And there was no word to describe how it felt to be inside of Jungkook, his sweetheart.

When he was all the way in, Taehyung leaned over Jungkook and planted his elbows by his head. "Kookie?"

Jungkook's eyes were watering, though he smiled anyway. His hands, which had been knotted in Taehyung's hair, shifted down to hold his shoulders. "You're really big. Huge. I'm definitely going to feel this for days."

Taehyung laughed, resting his forehead against the boy's. "Are you trying to stroke my confidence or something? Because mission accomplished if you are."

"I'm being honest," the younger admitted, fingers gently rubbing over Taehyung's skin. "I'll be okay in a minute. Just need to adjust a little more."

"I'm in no rush."

"Right. You have your six-hour stamina."

Taehyung put more of his weight against Jungkook, sliding just a little deeper. Pleasure rushed through his body, but he didn't dare move any further. He was committed to making this the best experience possible for Jungkook.

"Tae? I feel like I should tell you something. And it's probably unfair to tell you this now, but . . . I need to say it. If I don't say it, I think I might explode."

Taehyung waited, moving his fingers to card through the younger's hair. His heart beat even faster than before, and he thought he'd pass out in anticipation.

But then Jungkook was smiling up at him, eyes glistening and radiant all at once. "I'm falling in love with you, angel."

Those were words Taehyung never heard before. Never. None of his past relationships ever even came close to this stage. But he shouldn't be surprised at this point; everything was different with Jungkook.

"I'm falling in love with you, too," he whispered, angling his head so he could kiss the boy's cheek. "And it terrifies me, but it's worth it. You're so worth it, Kook."

Jungkook shifted his own head, turning so he could claim Taehyung's mouth. And then he started rolling his hips, small circles that drove Taehyung crazy.

"Angel," Jungkook said against his mouth, both a moan and a cry rolled into one. "Fuck, angel. You make me so happy. Please, please move now."

Taehyung kissed him hard, keeping their mouths connected as he slowly pulled out of the boy. But then he plunged right back in, drawing breathy gasps from both of them. And screw his stamina, Taehyung could come right there without pause. Everything was too much; his mind, heart, body, and soul were all so overwhelmed with the thought, the sight, and feel of Jungkook.

But this wasn't about him anymore; this was all about the boy beneath him, the boy who owned his heart.

So he moved carefully, practicing complete self-control as he met the younger's thrusts. He focused on the way Jungkook let out breathy pants when Taehyung sunk deeper, how he sighed when their hips rolled together just so. He relished in the boy's dark eyes, looking everywhere from Taehyung's eyes to his mouth to his cock buried inside of him. And he luxuriated in the feel of his nails digging into his skin, the heat of his body wrapped around his most intimate flesh.

Taehyung worked so hard to commit all of this to memory, to take his time and just be here with Jungkook.

"This is . . . This is wow," Jungkook let out, wrapping his legs around Taehyung's waist and tilting his hips up harder. "You're inside of me, Tae. You feel so fucking good. So good."

That gave Taehyung the sign of assurance he needed, and he pulled up onto his knees. He had wanted to move slowly, to get Jungkook used to the sensations and fullness. But now that he seemed adjusted . . .

Taehyung leaned back, withdrawing almost entirely from the younger. He paused, watching as Jungkook's eyes looked down to where their bodies were connected. And then he slammed forward, rubbing right against the spot that made Jungkook cry out in pleasure.

"Ah, fuck. Oh, god," Jungkook cried, hips frantically moving up and down in an attempt to recreate the feeling. "Please, please, please. Again, I need that -"

His voice broke as Taehyung thrusted into that same spot, gripping Jungkook's hips as he pulled the boy closer. "Does that feel good?"

The younger let out a strangled choke as Taehyung continued to slide into him, moving faster and a little more forcefully than before. "Feels so good. You feel so good. I want more."

"What do you want, sweetheart?"

"I . . . I don't know. Just more, just - oh, fuck," Jungkook continued to prattle, words higher pitched and strung together.

Taehyung held him like this for a while, sitting back on his heels as he thrusted into the boy's raised ass. He had the overpowering urge to just close his eyes, to get entirely lost in the feelings, but he knew he'd regret it. He knew he'd hate himself if he missed the sight of his beautiful Jungkook coming undone.

When Jungkook's moans became an almost constant stream, his body bouncing from the force of Taehyung's thrusts, his skin red and hot, Taehyung leaned back over him so he could capture his mouth. He kissed him as best he could through their thrusts, pouring his heart and soul into the tangling of their lips and the coupling of their bodies.

This was it. This was what it was supposed to feel like. The opening of every pore in his body and the full acceptance of another. Jungkook was all around him, tunneling through Taehyung's veins and giving him life. There would be no going back from Jungkook; nothing else could ever compare.

This was it.

Taehyung wrapped his hand around Jungkook's cock, which was dripping more than before and so incredibly hard. The younger's hips faltered, stalling for a moment as he lost himself to the added pleasure.

"I'm going to come," Jungkook whimpered against Taehyung's mouth. "I can't, not with you . . . Please, Tae. Please. Can I come? Can you give me permission?"

"Soon, sweetheart," Taehyung tenderly admonished, continuing to stroke the younger's cock even though the boy was a begging mess. "You can come in a couple of minutes."

Taehyung dug into Jungkook's slit, thumb pressing hard as the boy cried out beneath his mouth. He used that as the perfect opportunity to plunge his tongue inside, mirroring the movements of his cock. It felt like every part of him was consumed by the younger, and even though his grip on himself was slipping, he kept up with the rhythm he and Jungkook had set.

When the veins of the younger's neck popped out, Taehyung changed his angle. He hit the boy's prostate dead on every single time, swallowing his yelps of pleasure of they continued kissing. And he stroked Jungkook's cock faster than before, squeezing with a steady grip.

"You're doing so good, Kookie. So good for me. You want to come now?"

A sob pushed through Jungkook's lips as he scratched all over Taehyung's back. "Please. Angel, I . . ."

"It's okay," Taehyung soothed him, his voice soft and comforting as his cock continued to piston into the younger's ass. "You can come. Let me see you come."

Jungkook nodded his head, eyes searing into Taehyung's as he let go of all restraint. His entire body - which had been already shaking uncontrollably - seemed to let go of its tether and snapped. He dug his heels into Taehyung's ass, pressing him hard as he arched his back and released all over his stomach and Taehyung's hand. Moans poured from his mouth as his hips continued rolling, milking out every single second of his climax. And right as he finished, the last of his load splattering over his stomach, he chanted Taehyung's name over and over and over.

And that was it for Taehyung. Seeing Jungkook achieve such pleasure zapped any ounce of restraint he had left, and he knew he was seconds away from coming. He pressed up on his hands, arms shaking, in order to withdraw from the younger's body.

But then Jungkook pulled him right back down, legs wrapping around him tighter and hips moving in tiny circles. His mouth found Taehyung's neck and he starting licking and sucking and kissing.

"No, no, no, don't pull out," the boy murmured, clenching around him for emphasis. "Come inside me, Tae. It's okay. I want to feel you, want to feel you filling me up, angel. Please. Can you do that for me?"

Taehyung nodded, burying his head into the younger's shoulder as he thrusted deeply, grunting and breathing heavily as he took his final few strokes. And then he came without warning, choking on a sob as he felt his release spilling into Jungkook. He kept moving, sliding easier now and with barely any friction.

But it was perfect. Jungkook was perfect.

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He collapsed on top of the younger, only slightly guilty about making him bear the full force of his weight. Jungkook was stronger than him anyway, had more muscles to support his body on top of his own.

And Jungkook welcomed the feeling; he smoothed his hands over Taehyung's back and pressed soft kisses over his forehead, eyes, nose, and lips. "Beautiful. You're so stunning, Tae. Every single part of you steals my breath away."

Taehyung shook his head, allowing himself just a few more seconds to bask in the warmth of Jungkook's body. "No, you're the beautiful one. I thought that from the very first second I laid eyes on you."

That prompted a chuckle from the younger, who was now back to playing with Taehyung's hair. "Really?"

While over a week ago now, their meeting was easy to recall. "I thought you were so pretty, a distraction hired by my father's enemies."

"Little did you know what you'd end up with," Jungkook murmured, a gentle smile lighting up his eyes.

Taehyung carefully pulled out, watching as his release spilled from the boy. They'd deal with cleaning up later. "I ended up with a brat, my brat."

Jungkook patted his sticky chest, signaling Taehyung to come back to him. And it wasn't gross to either of them, not really. They were choosing to be with each other in the most open and raw of ways.

"And I ended up with my bodyguard."

They decided they'd bathe in a few minutes - together, to save the planet, of course - and laid in each other's arms until then. Taehyung pushed all of his thoughts out of his mind, still choosing to remain in this moment with Jungkook. There was no telling when they'd be able to be together like this again, no guarantee of it at all. So he spent his time appreciating every small detail, clinging tighter to Jungkook's body and smiling against his neck.

"Oh, and Tae?" Jungkook said after a couple of minutes, that devilish smirk adorning his mouth. "The very first thought I had when you and I met . . ."

Taehyung already knew he wasn't prepared. "Oh, god. I'm not ready."

"With you pressing me into the wall, gun against my head . . . I thought of us being in some cheesy porno."

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》 V A L E N W R I T I N G 《

Holy. Friggen. Shiz. I feel like my longest chapters so far in this story all have steamy scenes haha. What did we think of it?!

Outside of Taekook sleeping together, there were so many things I loved about this chapter. But my favorite, even though it was pretty small, was JK being so excited to show Tae his stuff, to show him who he really was. That was a special moment for me. Anyone have any other favorite parts?

Also, thank you all so, so, SO much for 3,000 followers. That's just so crazy to me, and I still have trouble believing it. Thank you for giving me the confidence to write, the room to grow, and the neverending stream of love and support. I will always love and cherish you all 💜