Jungkook, lying in his bed, gazed at Taehyung’s sleeping face with a ray of softness. His mind floated around yesterday’s events — flashback after flashback sprang up, making his stomach lurch in blissfulness and his chest flutter.

Having sex with him wasn’t just that. His attempt to deny it led him nowhere, because a shielded part within him knew it wasn’t true. The emotions he experienced with him were ones he hadn’t felt before at that level of intensity. Every moment, each touch and look, embodied an intimacy that tugged at his heart, as if wanting to merge with his.

But their separation was inextricable. Not only because Taehyung would leave, but also because Jungkook was who he was, leading a life that wasn’t meant for Taehyung and currently being trapped in a messed-up situation.

So he had to pretend. Pretend that what happened between them was just for fun. That he didn’t feel any connection. That he couldn’t return his feelings. That his stomach didn’t drop violently every time he thought about their separation.

He had to pretend he hadn’t fallen for him. And it hurt more than he could ever imagine. He could easily see the sadness in Taehyung’s eyes when he said they were just having a little fun. And maybe that was why it hurt so much.

“Why is Tae sleeping until this late again?”

Jungkook’s spiraling thoughts ceased at the sound of Jimin’s voice.

“Maybe he can’t sleep at night.”

“Should we go for a swim the two of us then? Or wake him up?”

“Don’t,” Jungkook cut in. “Let him sleep.” He perceived the narrow-eyed look Jimin shot him and tsked. “He’s on vacation. I’m sure he wakes up early every day because of his job. Let the man sleep now that he can.”

“I hate to say this, but he’s right,” Hoseok uttered. “Let’s go for a swim and let him sleep.”

“Okay.”

The two friends changed into their beachwear, took the necessary things, and soon were ready to go. “Jay, tell him where we are when he wakes up,” Jimin said.

“Fine.” Jungkook’s eyes rested on Taehyung again when the door shut, and he released a soft sigh as he assimilated the serenity wandering on his stunning features.

Taehyung’s eyes fluttered open a while later, and he blinked with a sleepy frown as he took in the brightness of the room. A delicate smile peeped out on his face at the sight of Jungkook across from him, who was already staring at him. “Hey,” he croaked out glibly, but then the remembrance of his friends popped up into his head, and he glanced down at their beds with slight panic.

“Your friends are at the beach.”

A rush of relief poured through his insides, carpeting any shred of tension. “Okay. I’ll go wash up.” He pushed himself to a sitting position, but a shooting pain in his bottom had his mouth flying open around a silent shrill and his eyes watering at once.

Jungkook’s brows raised in two bows of mischief, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Is something wrong?”

Taehyung darted him an angered glare at his prominent taunt, clearly unamused. “Mocking me isn’t helping, you know.”

“Okay, okay,” he snickered. “Do you need help?”

“No, I got it.” He crept down the ladder, whining and wincing at every movement, and dragged his feet to the table to grab his toothbrush from his bag. It would be such a long day for him...

 
After freshening up, he returned and got to his bed, facing Jungkook. The more he regarded him, the more vivid the memory of their tender kiss last night became, and it mounded a growing urge in his chest that escaped him of its own will. “Can I come lie down with you?”

“Why?”

The unexpected question dimmed his boldness and injected gloom into his eyes. “Never mind.”

Jungkook observed the pout that swept across his face in no time. He wasn’t sure why he asked for an explanation, as if he didn’t know it. Or as if he didn’t want to lie down with him as well.

Taehyung’s gaze flung to the opposing bed at the movement he caught with his peripheral vision. A timid smile curled the corner of his previously droopy lips as he monitored him approaching. He scooted over to make room for him, and Jungkook plopped down next to him with a subdued exhalation. “I hate your mask.”

“Me too,” Jungkook whispered, then removed it from his face and slipped it in his pocket.

They exchanged a chaste peck as their arms clutched each other to unite their bodies. A bubble of blissful tranquility caged them at the first touch of their lips, and they kissed again and again, getting drunk on the euphoric feeling.

Taehyung rolled his hips against him, the grip on his hair tightening as he sucked on his lower lip. He didn’t mean to turn the kiss into a fiery make-out session, but Jungkook’s existence did things to him he couldn’t control and flared his sensitive hormones so effortlessly.

Jungkook grunted deep in his throat at the next grinding of his hardened length against him and disconnected their mouths. “Stop rubbing yourself at me. You’ll get me hard.”

Taehyung smirked and mouthed at his lip, suckling it. “Maybe that’s what I want.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook mirrored his crooked smile. “What if your friends come back?”

“They won’t be back before twelve.”

“It’s already after twelve.”

“What?” Taehyung drew back, mildly appalled. “I slept so much again?”

“Yeah. They left like an hour ago.”

The surprise in his eyes converted into sly seducement as he pressed their crotches together. “So we have at least one hour to play a little.” Taehyung silenced his oncoming disagreement with his mouth. His hand traced down from gripping his hair to his nape and splayed wide over his back to knead the muscles in powerful circles.

Jungkook grunted with a mouth full of his tantalizing tongue at the fervency of his actions. The rolling of Taehyung’s hips was insistent, brushing his cock just right against his own now dripping hard length. He grasped the hair at the back of his head and pulled, breaking their mouths apart with a breathless moan. “Fuck, we can’t.”

Taehyung sought for his lips right away again with a pouty frown of sheer discontent, but the hold on his hair kept him immobile. “Come on,” he mewled. “I want your cock in my mouth.”

“Don’t say these things, fuck.” Jungkook squeezed his legs together at the shock of titillation that shot up his cock. “What if your friends return earlier and just barge inside? They have the key card with them.”

“But I’m horny,” he said with the deepest pouts he could muster, bucking his hips against him.

Jungkook chuckled at his cuteness but choked on a groan at the rub of their groins. “Me too. But it’s too risky to do this in here. Later in the storage room, hmm?”

Taehyung’s chest plummeted with a sharp sigh, lips still puckered in a pout. “Okay,” he reluctantly said, the flames of his enkindled state prickling beneath his skin.

Jungkook pecked his nose, smiling at the adorable pout on his face. “Yesterday wasn’t enough for you, hmm?”

“Of course not. I wish I could feel your cock in me all the time.”

“Your damn mouth,” he rasped as he held his chin between his fingers, “will be the death of me.”

Every ounce of slyness from Taehyung’s features was replaced with horror at the cheerful beep of the door that rang through the room.

Jungkook hastened to jump off the bed and landed in a deep squat. He was barely able to wear his mask and take two hurried steps towards the door before it flew open, and he saw the other two flinch at his sudden presence. He stared at them for a second and squeezed past them, scurrying out of the room.

“What was that?” Jimin asked with bafflement written all over his face.

“He got a call and left in a hurry,” Taehyung lied as he sat up, eyes flitting around the floor.

“Oh. Anyway. Come on, Tae, get ready.”

Taehyung squinted his vision on Jimin. “For what?”

“Did you forget? We have climbing today.”

Another flash of horror widened Taehyung’s eyes, as he had completely forgotten about their plans with everything that happened. Fuck. How am I supposed to climb a damn mountain when I can barely walk? “Um, sorry. I don’t think I can come.”

“Why?” Hoseok asked.

“My stomach feels a little weird. I think I ate something bad.”

“Do you need us to get you something?”

“No, hyung. It’ll pass. I just don’t feel strong enough. You should go, though.”

“You want to go, Chim?”

“Yeah. We only have three days left, so I want to see as many places as possible. We can go all together tomorrow.”

Taehyung nodded smilingly. “Yes.”

After taking their towels and clean clothes, the two headed out of the room, and Taehyung plopped down with a sigh. That was so fucking close.

 
It was a little while later when they returned freshly showered and dressed in casual clothes. They wore their shoes and grabbed their bags, then said their goodbyes to Taehyung before leaving once again.

Jungkook peeked at the two from the kitchen where he was hiding and trod back to his room when they disappeared from his sight. He opened the door with his card key and glanced at Taehyung’s bed as he shed his mask. “Where did they go?”

“For climbing. I forgot about it.”

A notion of deviltry flared in Jungkook’s eyes as he smiled sweetly. “Why didn’t you go?”

“Why do you think?” he scoffed, irony pouring off his tone mixed with playful annoyance. “I can barely walk.”

“Oh right. I broke you.”

Taehyung snorted, shaking his head. “They’ll be late, so come up here to continue what we were doing.”

“No, it’s too dangerous in here.”

“Come on—”

“No,” he stated, eyes grave and warning. “I don’t want anyone to know about this.” He caught the instant avoidance of his gaze and the nibbling of his lip, and regarded him in the fraught silence that buzzed in the room. “Don’t tell me... you said something to your friends.”

“No! I—I mean... I only told Hoseok about the night in the storage room and that I saw your face. But only because I wanted to talk to someone about my feelings!”

A crippling feeling of doom squashed Jungkook’s being, numbing him. He buried his face in his hands and rubbed his forehead with infuriating pressure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” His voice rose to a roar as he slammed his fist on his bed, and he let his head fall against it in pure frustration. “I’m so fucking stupid.”

A curtain of sorrowful remorse veiled Taehyung’s features as he kept glancing at his enraged state. “Why do you say that?”

“I shouldn’t have started anything with you.” He pushed a hand through his hair, maintaining his back turned to him. “Why did I expect you would keep your mouth shut? I’m so stupid.”

“But—But I didn’t say anything that can put you in danger,” Taehyung attempted to defend himself, voice cracking at the bitter wetness that gathered in his eyes.

“I didn’t want anyone to know anything!” Jungkook growled with a fling of his arm as he spun around, his incensed eyes slashing through him.

Taehyung hung his head when he sensed the tears he strove to hold back drip down his face. “Hoseok already knew something was going on because of your behavior. But either way, I’m sorry. Maybe this was a mistake after all.” He lay down facing the wall just as his face wrung with sadness and gushed out of his eyes in wave after wave of tears.

Jungkook’s anger melted so effortlessly at the sound of his muted sobs. They twisted his heart so violently he wished he didn’t have one at that moment. Why did he have to care so much about him? Why did he feel such heartache at the sight of him crying?

The said heartache exhorted his legs to advance, and he found himself standing in front of his bed. “I... I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you cry. Don’t cry.”

But despite his words, Taehyung’s body still shook lightly by his suppressed sobs, unable to tame them. That stranglehold of remorse around his neck tightened more and more as he reexamined his actions. It was obvious that Jungkook wouldn’t want anyone to know about them, even though Hoseok was trusted. And it was a mistake whatever happened between them. Because he could put him in danger without wanting to.

Taehyung was so lost in his ruefulness he didn’t comprehend when Jungkook sneaked beside him until he felt a robust chest press against his back and an arm embrace his shivery form.

Jungkook drew a row of utterly delicate kisses on the slope of his neck and held onto his silence as the quivery tension in Taehyung’s muscles subsided. “I’m a jerk, baby. You knew that from the start. Don’t cry because of me. Please.”

Taehyung used his shirt to dry the wetness from his face and sniffled, the tips of his lips hanging tamely. “I just feel bad. I didn’t want to make you so mad.”

“It’s not your fault. My temper sucks. I’ve been through hell lately, and I get mad way too easily.”

Taehyung wiped his nose once more with his shoulder and rolled over. He snuggled up into his warm embrace, bringing their mouths inches apart. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Jungkook filled his lungs with a dragging breath and released it nasally. “I can’t. You know I can’t.”

“But do you want to?”

Jungkook combed through his hair with his fingers, gazing into his reddened eyes. He tilted to kiss him long and deeply and kept smoothing his locks back in slow-paced, mild caresses as he withdrew. “Share everything with you? Yes. But bring you into my life? No.”

Taehyung trailed tender lines on his side with his palm, his soft stare on him unrelenting. “I’m already in your life.”

“No, you’re not. Staying in here and hiding isn’t my life, Taehyung. For now, maybe it is. But it won’t be for long.”

He found a decent amount of logic in his words and accepted them resignedly. He nuzzled his face into his chest and carved a row of kisses where his lips lay. “I wish you could tell me about your life. I’m so curious to know your story.” He sensed his chest rise with a quivery influx of air and kissed it again as it rippled to a drop.

“You won’t like what you’ll hear. So it’s better not knowing.”

Taehyung pulled back enough to interlock their gazes. A hushed sadness adorned his eyes, he observed, and the recognition sank his heart into a mire of gloom, for some reason. “Let me decide that, Jungkook,” he uttered — begged — in a fragile tune. “Just like I don’t know you, you don’t know me either. Let me decide what I can handle or not.”

“Whether you can handle it or not, I don’t want you anywhere near my life. You’re too pure for it.”

Taehyung’s eyes matched his sadness as he cradled his cheek in a gentle hold. “If I can’t be in your life because I’m too pure, I don’t want to be pure anymore. Ruin me. Ruin me for anyone else and let me be in your life.”

The slew of mixed emotions within Jungkook rocked like a weight that could tip him over at any second as his words curled around his senses. They echoed so sweet and ideal. His impulse to concede to Taehyung’s wish ground through his chest to reach his heart and demolish the wall of restraint that caged it, but that pulsing organ shrilled in agony because he couldn’t let it happen.

He managed a semblance of a smile, although it had bitterness outlining it. “Don’t make this complicated. It’s supposed to be fun for as long as it lasts. Take what’s given to you right now. And don’t think about tomorrow.”

Taehyung nestled his face against his chest, latching onto him. As much as he wanted to do that, he couldn’t. The thought of parting from him sliced his heart and struck a stinging burn around his nose that watered his eyes. He couldn’t survive a tomorrow without him. Although they only knew each other for a few days, his heart was already brimmed with Jungkook to the core — to the point of being a breath away from exploding from the fullness of him.

He didn’t know why or how that was possible to happen in such a short time. But it did happen, and he was left suffering inwardly, obscuring each jolt of unbearable pain behind a smiling facade.

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Jungkook did his afternoon exercise once the three friends headed out to buy souvenirs. He took a cooling shower with the thought of Taehyung meandering in his mind like a persistent cloud he couldn’t dissipate.

He smiled fondly at his memory, then drowned into a whirlpool of sullenness the next moment. Everything was too messed up, and he was getting tired of pretending and confining his desires.

Dressed in his usual long-sleeved shirt and black sweatpants, he sauntered towards the storage room since it was almost eight. He slid the door open and found his three hyungs already seated around the table. “Hey.”

“Hey, Kook,” Seokjin said as he passed him a can of beer. “How are you?”

“Fine.” He stuffed his mask into his pocket and sipped the cold drink.

“Are you sure?” Yoongi questioned with a raised brow. “You’re not sulky anymore because you can’t fuck Taehyung?”

“No,” he sighed, his gaze anchored on his beer. “Because I already did.” The confession came out of his mouth so nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather.

Seokjin’s drink slipped through his grip at the revelation, and a splash of beer leaped out, drenching his hand, when he caught it just in time. He set the can on the table and shook off the liquid from his hand, then wiped it on his sweatpants. “You... You showed him your face?”

“He had already seen my face. He found out about the private bathroom and came looking for me. I hadn’t locked the door. And he saw my face.”

Yoongi screwed his eyes shut and dug his face into his hands, rubbing it in excessive frustration. “I can’t believe this.”

“Why is it so wrong? He had already seen my face, anyway.”

“And what? You thought that fucking him was a good idea then?” Yoongi roared, banging his fists against the table. “If he gets attached to you, he’ll become a fucking problem, Jungkook. His life can get in danger. If, of course, he doesn’t open his mouth and forces us to kill him.”

“You won’t touch him,” he stated, voice low and tight with a hair-rising warning. “He won’t say anything.”

“Jungkook...” Namjoon uttered through the constrictive coil of hesitation in his throat. “How can you be so sure?”

“Because he’s already attached to me.” A fog of dreariness blurred his eyes as he maintained them locked on the can in his hand. “He said he has fallen for me.”

As a sonorous scoff of disbelief burst out of Yoongi’s mouth, Seokjin gaped at him, unable to wrap his head around what he said. “How? He... He knows nothing about you.”

“I don’t know how. And I don’t really care. The point is, he won’t say anything. So don’t even think about hurting him.”

“We won’t, Kook. Of course we won’t,” Namjoon said.

Yoongi chugged down his beer and expelled a long sigh. “What’s wrong with these guys? Why are they falling in love so easily?”

Jungkook cracked a little smile with the snort that escaped him. “Did Jimin confess?”

“No. But I can see it. After what you said, I observed his behavior. He’s not looking just for a good fuck.”

“What do you mean? How is he acting?” Seokjin asked.

“He’s just so clingy. He wants to kiss me all the time. Hug me. Wants me to fuck him again and again.”

“And you like it.”

Yoongi focused his eyes on Jungkook at his statement. Only his subdued exhalation rippled through the room at the brief hush he allowed to reign over them. “Yeah, that’s the fucking problem. I like it too much.”

The smile that cut across Jungkook’s face was wide and genuine this time. “Why is it a problem? Falling in love isn’t that bad.”

“He’s leaving in three days, Jungkook. Along with Taehyung.”

Even if Jungkook wanted to forget that sorrowful fact, he couldn’t. “I know. Maybe after all this, you guys can be together, though. Where does he live?”

“Do you hear yourself?” Yoongi sneered bitterly. “I’m a fucking drug dealer.”

“No. You work at a nightclub. I’m a drug dealer. I handle the business.”

“Still...” Yoongi whispered. “I arrange deals for the business. All of us do. We’re all involved. That’s our life, Kook. Do you think we have room for love?”

A dark grimness hung over Jungkook’s traits like a mantle. He swigged his beer and propped his forearms against the table. “We don’t, huh?”

“No. Love is a weakness. And when our rivals find that weakness, they’ll tear it apart.”

The silence lingered in the air heavily as Jungkook retired into his mangled thoughts. Yoongi was right. He couldn’t forget the numerous times they attempted to hurt or even kill him, his family, and his friends throughout the years because they wanted to weaken them. How could he bring Taehyung into a life like this?

The answer was he couldn’t, and he would never do it. Taehyung was too precious for such a brutal life.

Jungkook finished his beer with large gulps. His eyes grazed over his friends, glimpsing at the oppression dragging their features down, and plummeted again. “Then... maybe I don’t want this life anymore.”

A new heaviness was added to the already strained atmosphere that rendered the three throughout speechless, just viewing him dumbly.

Namjoon shifted in his seat, unease gnawing at his chest. “Are you serious? Why? Don’t tell me... No, Jungkook. You’ll throw everything away for a guy? We worked so fucking hard to get here.”

“I said maybe. Relax. We have other things to deal with first, anyway.”

“Right,” Yoongi said. “We have to figure out this mess. Then we’ll see.”

“Yes. Let’s just leave this matter for now and focus on Ji Hoo, hmm?” Seokjin glanced around at them and soon saw them nod. “Did you talk to your father?”

“No. Let’s call him now. Yoon?”

Yoongi fished his phone from his pocket and typed his name into the search bar of his contacts. He tapped his number and put it on speaker, then placed the phone on the table.

It rang for a long time as usual, but Hyun Joon’s gruff voice eventually waved across the room. “Yoongi? What is it?”

“Dad. We’re all together in the storage room. I have to ask you something.”

“Make it quick. I’m out.”

“You sent us here to find Ji Hoo because you found out he was hiding here, right?”

“Yes.”

“Who told you that?”

“Tsk, did you call me to ask stupid things? Why does that matter?”

“Because Ji Hoo came to Jeju Island only three weeks ago.” Jungkook shared a taut look with his hyungs at the silence that ensued.

“Did you find him?”

“Yes. He said his father didn’t do it.”

“And you believed him? What else would he say? It’s his father.” Hyun Joon let out a coarse sigh. “Look, the information came from my men. Either they lied to me or they didn’t do their job properly. I’ll handle that. You should focus on making Ji Hoo tell you where Kang Soo is. He has to pay for what he did to you, doesn’t he?”

Jungkook’s mouth pressed into a cruel line as his jaw tightened at the rapid remembrance. “Yes. But Ji Hoo says he doesn’t know where he is. I even beat him until he bled, and he didn’t say anything. He’s trying to clear his name.”

“Bullshit,” he scoffed. “Of course he knows, and he’s playing you. Don’t forget everything they did to us. Kang Soo is capable of anything. And if Ji Hoo really doesn’t know, use him to find his location.”

“I’ll see what I can do. But are you sure there’s nothing I have to know?”

“Yes, Jungkookie. The business is going well, but since the four of you aren’t here, I have to oversee everything. Finish the job soon. I need you back.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Take care, guys.”

After the rest of them said their goodbyes, Yoongi ended the call. “I’m even more confused now.”

“I know,” Seokjin sighed. “Me too.”

“Well, someone is lying. The question is who,” Namjoon said, rubbing his chin in contemplation.

Jungkook stared at an empty spot in the air as his mind swirled with a myriad of thoughts. “For now, let’s think of a way to make Ji Hoo talk or make him lead us to his father.”

“But what if he’s right?” Seokjin asked. “What if Kang Soo is indeed innocent?”

“Maybe we should go over that night and examine everything again,” Namjoon said.

“We already did that a thousand times.”

Namjoon tsked at Yoongi’s remark. “That’s why I said ‘again’.”

And since there was nothing else they could do at that moment, they reviewed the events of that damn night that haunted them for the past four months.

. . .

Jungkook returned to an empty room after the two-hour meeting with his hyungs.

And when the three friends finally entered the room hours later, he was left staring at their obvious but thankfully mild drunkenness with a glint of disapproval.

“Hmm, I want to see Yoongi. Do you think he’s awake?” Jimin asked with a goofy smile on his lips as he narrowed his eyes on the screen of his phone, searching for Yoongi’s number.

“It’s after midnight, Chim,” Taehyung giggled, then snatched the phone from his grip. “He works in...” He attempted to count the hours with his fingers but gave up rather quickly as the light dizziness around his head hindered his task. “In a few hours, anyway.”

“He’s obviously sleeping. And we should too,” Hoseok said as he grabbed his pajamas.

The three men took turns to change behind the screen and lay in their beds. After their goodnights, a quietness shrouded the room.

Jimin’s and Hoseok’s muted snores didn’t take too long to pierce through Jungkook’s ears, and he peeked down at their beds for confirmation of their sleeping state. “Taehyung.”

“Hmm?”

Jungkook sneaked out of his bed and neared him at a creep. “Are you drunk?”

“A little,” Taehyung breathed out, keeping his eyes closed by the heaviness they bore.

“I was waiting for you. And you came back drunk.”

“Hmm, sorry. M’sleepy now.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll wake you up real good.”

Taehyung forced his eyes to open despite their opposition. The whispering, liquid voice of his and the enkindling innuendos that underlay his remark sent a firestorm of instant interest through his groin.

With a nod of his head towards the door, Jungkook swiveled and exited the room. It only took Taehyung a few seconds to follow him, and he led the way to the storage room. He locked the door once they stepped inside and removed his mask.

Jungkook cornered him against the wall, trapping him between his arms. “Why did you get drunk, baby?” He nosed around his neck, intentionally brushing his lips against his skin in light caresses. “I hope no one touched you.”

Taehyung’s head lolled to the side at the first stimulating suck on his neck, and he clawed at his waist to press their lower bodies together. “What if someone did?”

Jungkook paused for barely a second, then gouged his teeth into his flesh hard enough to rip a pained gasp from Taehyung. He sensed him shrink from his sharp nip, but Jungkook dragged him back and guzzled his skin until he painted a rainbow of marks over it.

By the time he finished and pulled away to marvel at the results, Taehyung was a shaking mess; his cock was ready to tear off the clothing by its distention, stupid mewls tumbled out of his open mouth, and his mind couldn’t function around the pleasurable pain on his neck anymore.

“You’re so pretty like this.” He dipped to mouth at the abused spot, soothing it with his tongue. “No one is allowed to touch you, angel. Not when I’m fucking you. Got it?”

“Yes, yes,” Taehyung moaned, rolling his hips against him on repeat. He was so turned on by his dominant behavior he felt like cumming just by grinding against him. “I only want you to touch me, Jungkook. Only you. Please. Please touch me.”

Jungkook slid his wet lips over his chin, leaving a shiny path of spit on his way to his mouth. “How can I do that when you went and got yourself drunk, hmm?”

“I’m not drunk,” he dissented right away, a trembling edge of anxiousness in his voice. “I’m perfectly fine. I swear.” He fisted his shirt and pulled him close, linking their mouths. He pocked his lips with his tongue, but a frustrated whine burred in his throat at his denial to welcome it inside. “Kiss me.” He attempted to slither his tongue into his heat again, only to be met with the same resistance.

Taehyung guided one hand to his cock in desperation and squeezed it. He felt Jungkook’s lips part with the moan that spilled from them, and he finally shoved his tongue in his mouth as he so much desired to do.

Jungkook thrust him harder against the wall as he devoured him, all teasing stubbornness now discarded. He had seen Taehyung in his drunken state, and he was nowhere near that level at that moment. That was the only reason he surrendered to his wish and finally touched him.

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He sloppily yanked his shorts with his boxers down and curled his fingers around his sensitive cock, clutching his nape with the other hand. His tongue carried on clashing with Taehyung’s sinful one as their lips molded fiercely together, the surrounding air vibrating with their stifled groans.

“I want to fuck you right now,” he grunted against his lips and captured them again. He stroked him faster, twisting his hand just the right way to make him convulse in pleasure. “Want to ruin you so bad.”

Taehyung shed his clothes completely, then watched through his turbid from ecstasy vision as Jungkook slipped the baby oil out of his pocket and coated three fingers. “For anyone else?”

Jungkook’s body stilled as the recollection of their conversation earlier penetrated the mist of excitement in his mind. He pulled on his shoulder and flipped him over, pushing him against the wall. He leaned his mouth to his ear, his clothed chest pressing into his back, as he brought two fingers to his entrance. “I’ve already done that, haven’t I?” He popped them into him, forcing his tight walls to split open and make way for the breach.

Taehyung thrust his ass back onto the jabs of his fingers, numb to the burning pain, as the hot delectation was significantly stronger. “Yes. I’m already ruined for anyone else,” he said in a broken voice by his jarring body.

“And now what?” Jungkook gripped his hair and tugged it as he harshly dragged his digits against the velvety constriction that kept clenching around them.

Taehyung whimpered in exhilarating relish as the side of his head was wretched away from the wall with the fierce pull. “Yours,” he babbled. “Now I’m yours. Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming.”

“Don’t. You’ll make a mess.”

“Can’t—I can’t—”

Jungkook yanked his fingers out and turned him around before dropping to his knees. He guzzled his dripping cock, the head smacking against his throat in each plunge. Hot cum filled his mouth just seconds later, and he grunted around him as he swallowed every drop of the delicious liquid.

He pulled back with a hard suction of his mouth and panted to stabilize his breath. He heaved himself to his feet and undressed, then squirted more oil in his hand. He lifted his left leg and held it securely as he eased three fingers into his sore hole.

Taehyung still hadn’t recovered from his mind-bending orgasm, and he found himself stuffed with three long fingers that ground against the deepest parts of him. He wanted to toss his head from side to side in pleasure, slam his eyes shut, bury his face in the crook of his neck, but the way Jungkook was staring at him at that very moment captured the entirety of his focus.

His view on him was so intense and fixated; he was soaking him up, as if wanting to carve his image in his mind forever. It spellbound him more than any orgasm, more than Jungkook’s fingers or cock in his hole could ever.

“Say it again.” Jungkook pushed back and forth along his walls in fast-paced brushes, wanting to bury his cock inside him as fast as possible.

The heated delight built within Taehyung’s stomach again, just like Jungkook’s rhythm, and obstructed his lucidity from understanding the meaning of his remark. “What?”

“Taehyung.” He slammed his fingers into him, his knuckles slapping against his hole, as he grasped his thigh hard enough to imprint his hand on it. “Say it again,” he repeated — the words spewed from him with accentuation and a growl of impatience coiled around them.

Taehyung strove to gather what little was left of his coherence and reverted his mind to their previous conversation. Realization gleamed on his face, which wrung a second later in rapture at a particular thrust of his fingers against his prostate. “I’m—I’m yours.”

Jungkook could feel the words sear his skin and turn his bones into the consistency of water. He retracted his fingers and drenched his cock with oil before he returned to his prior position. The glide of his erection into him was slow and careful, knowing how sore he was.

He embraced his twitching form once he bottomed out and linked their lips sweetly. “Again,” he muttered and planted a long kiss on his mouth, rolling their tongues together.

“I’m yours,” Taehyung rasped. “Fuck me. Want to feel you now.”

“Wait a bit. I’m sure you’re in pain.”

“I don’t care. Fuck me. Ruin me.”

Jungkook’s cock jolted inside him at the lewdness of his words, but fuck, he had to wait for him to get used to the stretch despite his dissent. “Wait.”

“If I wait, I’ll say more things I shouldn’t.” Beside the immense longing and contentment in his eyes, a melancholic shade grew as he held them fastened on him.

“Like what?”

“Jungkook. Fuck me.”

“Like what?” he asked again, squeezing him harder against the wall.

“You don’t want to know.”

Jungkook knew everything already. He could see it in his eyes, feel it in the way he kissed him and touched him. Hearing them from his mouth, though, gave him a high he never thought it existed. Even if he couldn’t bring himself to say them back.

Jungkook drew his hips back and struck into his heat in brisk, powerful shoves, locking that conversation in a corner of his mind to resume it another time. The warmth and tightness of his hole was mind-expanding — an emotion he allowed to overtake each one of his senses with relish.

Taehyung’s back ground against the wall with every brutal slam of his hips, but the pain was cocooned in a blanket of ultimate delectation, forcing him to focus on that wholeheartedly. Stupid, wanton moans of ecstasy rolled off his open mouth as he was ripped apart by his big cock so voluptuously even tears beaded along his lids.

He leaned to kiss him, tongues swirling together right away in need to feel more — everything to the max. He reveled in the vibrations of Jungkook’s grunts against his chest as he kissed him with equal hunger, fingertips digging into his back to pull him closer and closer.

Jungkook’s thrusts were relentless and untiring, only growing fiercer. That velvety hole sucked him in so eagerly as Taehyung fucked himself back onto his cock. He swallowed each one of his pretty sounds with his mouth, exploring his heat with his tongue and nibbling his smooth lip in turn.

Taehyung writhed at the continuous hammering of his prostate and broke the kiss as he cried out a rapturous whine. His head banged against the wall, then leveled out, ignoring the pounding ache. Through the brume of intoxication in his mind, he registered Jungkook stared at him with the same desperate intensity as before and recognized the hidden meaning of it at once.

He tangled his fingers into his hair as he panted out his moans, peering back at the flaming lust in his eyes. “I’m yours, Jungkook,” he whispered and gasped at the instant increase of ferocity of his shoves. “Make me cum. Please, please. I’m yours.”

Jungkook felt the words tingle all through his veins again and barrage his entity with stark bliss. I’m yours too. He sped up the rutting of his hips to the full and crushed their mouths together, hoping his actions would convey the words he couldn’t let out.

He took him and kissed him so roughly, aching desperation subtending each movement. The words he asked Taehyung to repeat so many times echoed throughout his inebriated senses as he impaled him on his cock over and over. He was so sunk in pleasure the fire in his core exploded unexpectedly, and it was blinding the least.

He ended the kiss with a jerk of his head as an animal growl of consuming rapture exploded out of him at the first eruption of cum that jetted out. He drilled him with halting, cruel thrusts as he emptied everything inside him, riding out his release.

Taehyung needed nothing more to cum; Jungkook’s bawdy grunts and skewed face of extreme contentment were enough to rush him over the edge. His form prickled with goosebumps as his cock jolted, spilling the hot, sticky liquid all over Jungkook’s chest and stomach.

They stood still with connected foreheads, feeling their lungs burn from their rapid breath. The aftermath of their volcanic orgasm stung their skin with gratifying tingles, making different muscles in their bodies shudder here and there.

Jungkook lowered his leg and slithered his length out carefully. He pattered to the closest shelf and grabbed a pack of wet wipes, then quickly cleaned the dripping cum from his body.

“We didn’t really think this through,” Taehyung said with a half laugh as he sensed his cum trickle down the inside of his thighs. “I need to take a shower.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook snorted weakly as he passed him a wet wipe. “Me too. Let’s shower together.”

And they did. They took a long, relaxing shower, sharing an ocean of sugary kisses and smiles, ignoring all the unsaid things and unfinished conversations that burdened their hearts.

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They returned to their room and lay in their beds with their eyes riveted on each other. The more Jungkook gazed at him, the stronger a turbulent itch built within him and eventually spewed from his mouth in a whisper. “I want to sleep with you.”

Taehyung’s brows clumped together in a playful frown as he snickered. “Again? We just fucked.”

“No. To sleep. Next to you.”

Any fraction of a smile dropped off his countenance, and instead, surprise cloaked it. His eyes rolled in a circle of awkwardness as his heartbeat spiked. “What about my friends?”

“I don’t really care right now.”

The genuine resolve he detected in the way he spoke only amplified his anxious eagerness. “Are you sure? Jimin might say something to Yoongi accidentally. I trust him, but... he can’t control his mouth sometimes.”

“It’s okay. I know you won’t do anything to put me in danger. That’s enough for me. And I already told my hyungs about this. But don’t worry. I won’t let them hurt you even if... even if you do put me in danger.”

So many questions whirled in his head again. Why was he hiding? How could he put him in danger? Who was looking for him? But no matter the raging questions, Taehyung clung onto his last hesitantly spoken remark with a vengeance. “Come here.”

Jungkook descended the ladder and crept closer, shedding his mask. He got into the bed on the inner side and muffled him into his embrace without wasting a second.

Taehyung exhaled a blissful sigh as he clutched him to his body, savoring the waves of warmth that rolled off him. “Why did you tell them about... this?”

“I can’t hide from them, anyway. It was better to tell them from the start instead of lying to them and finding out on their own.”

“Did they scold you?”

“Yeah. But I don’t care. I’m so tired of hiding...”

Taehyung witnessed a bitter gloom pour from his eyes again that struck him with the same intense sadness. He could feel the multiple meanings his last remark contained, but he could only grasp one. He knew he was tired of hiding his existence. But he had no idea what else he was so tired of hiding.

He pressed a kiss on his lips — such a tender kiss it melted Jungkook’s heart and all the aching gloom surrounding it. “You’re the strongest. You can overcome whatever you’re going through. Don’t give up now.”

Jungkook was sure he could get through this. That wasn’t what gouged holes in his chest and frenzied him anymore. What he couldn’t get through, though, was their looming separation, and he was sure of that too. Waking up in an empty room without Taehyung’s ethereal existence? It felt too atrocious to even think about it.

He slotted their lips together gently, tracing affectionate strokes over his back. “You feel like heaven. I love that about you.” He sensed his little smile against his mouth as he kissed him and copied it automatically.

The sugary words flowed through Taehyung’s body in a leaping stream of fondness that had his stomach fluttering and lurching and free-falling towards love. “You are my heaven.” He angled his head to deepen the kiss, but even with the rip-roaring touch of their tongues, a sweet gentleness preponderated that brought their hearts just a few inches away from melding wholeheartedly.

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This chapter made feel so emotional, even after rereading it for the fourth time. I hope you can feel everything they're feeling as well💜