Days passed like the halcyon waters of a river that flowed on a sunny day. 

Jin Mo was discharged from the hospital and locked into a maximum-security prison. He was in a wheelchair as he still couldn’t walk because of his injury and he had to undergo physiotherapy, which he would do in the prison.

A trusted guard, assigned specifically by Jungkook, followed him everywhere. Just three days after he was discharged, an inmate attempted to kill him, but the skillful guard protected him. The inmate killed himself before they could interrogate him. 

Whoever was behind this — whoever the Umbra was — it didn’t seem like they would stop seeking revenge for exposing their existence. 

Taehyung and his two best friends got their own, real ID. They wanted to live a decent life, although they weren’t sure what they wanted to do yet. They had plenty of time and money, mostly, to figure it out. 

Taehyung was fully healed and healthy. As the doctors had hoped, the slight bleeding stopped by itself with proper treatment and rest, and about a week later, he was good as new again. 

And he couldn’t wait to get fucked by his dear Kookie hard and fast, just like their first time. 

It was heartwarming that Jungkook was always gentle with him and considerate and sweet, but fuck, he missed the roughness. Missed being manhandled, missed his harsh bites on his skin, missed his fingers being wrapped around his neck, missed feeling that burning over his ass when it slammed against his pelvis. 

And since their first lovemaking, they only stayed in foreplay. Usually, it was because Jungkook was saying he didn’t want to tire him. Frustrated as expected, Taehyung forced him to make a promise that the moment his doctor would say he was completely healed, Jungkook would fuck him until morning again. 

Jungkook promised, of course. And that moment finally came. 

It was early in the afternoon when Taehyung drove towards the station after his appointment with his doctor. He hadn’t seen Jungkook at all since yesterday morning. Jungkook was called to the station and had to stay until late at work because of a new case. He was so exhausted he couldn’t even drive home, so he slept at the station along with his team. He was probably still busy, since he hadn’t texted Taehyung at all. But he didn’t care. Busy or not, Taehyung craved to see him even for five minutes. 

Upon his arrival, he walked to the entrance and told the guard he was there to see Jungkook. He was granted access and blithely strode to his office, but to his dismay, he only found Seokjin there and the violent crimes unit two. 

They had one gathering all seven during the past week and Taehyung already felt close to Seokjin as well, since he was the only one he hadn’t met before. 

“Hey, Seokjin hyung.”

A grin cut across Seokjin’s face as he arose and muffled the boy into a hug. “Hey! How are you, Tae?”

Taehyung giggled at his endearing behavior, patting his back. “I’m doing great. You?”

Seokjin pulled back, still smiling. “Good, just tired.” He gestured him to sit as he also took his seat again. “Are you here to see Jungkook?”

“Yes. Is he out?”

“No, they’re having a meeting. Someone went on a killing spree two days ago. We got the report yesterday morning when the bodies were found. And they’re trying to catch him since then. I doubt they have eaten a proper meal.” A small sigh pushed out of Seokjin as he shook his head. 

“Shit, that’s not good. What’s his name?”

“Joo Eon.” 

Taehyung’s brows flinched downwards as confusion swirled in his eyes. “Shin Joo Eon?” 

“Yes. Do you know him?” Seokjin asked eagerly. 

“Yes. Joo Eon isn’t a murderer. He has a crime organization, used mostly to trade illegal goods. He only gives orders like Jin Mo.”

“But they found a CCTV footage that showed him killing innocent people with an automatic weapon.”

Taehyung tilted his head to the side, his face still carpeted with a veil of mystification. “He’s a smart, skillful man. He would never get caught on camera unless...” His eyes became rounder and the hard lines on his forehead smoothed out. “Unless if he wanted to get caught. But why?” He chewed on his lower lip as he strove to reason out his abnormal behavior. 

Just then, the door flew open, and Jungkook’s team entered. “Taehyung?” Hoseok questioned. 

“What are you doing here?” Jungkook quickened his gait, worry rapidly engulfing his traits. He cupped his cheeks as he scrutinized him. “Is something wrong? Are you okay?”

Taehyung broke into a smile, for a moment forgetting everything else. “I’m fine, Kook. I just missed you. That’s why I came.”

Jungkook breathed his obvious relief as he stepped back. “Sorry, I’m busy. We have to go examine a scene again.”

“Wait, Jungkook.” Taehyung held onto his forearm before he could reach for his keys. “Guys, I know Shin Joo Eon. He did business with Jin Mo many times in the past. He’s not a murderer, as I said to Seokjin. Something isn’t right here.”

“Maybe he went crazy,” Namjoon said. 

“No, you don’t get it,” Taehyung argued. “He has never killed anyone. He only deals with illegal goods and always keeps a low profile. And now suddenly he got caught on camera? He’s a professional. He would never let that happen. He got caught on camera on purpose.”

“Why...” Jungkook meditated on his words with a harsh frown as his gaze dropped to the floor. It was only seconds later when a realization washed over him with the storminess of a tidal wave. “That’s how... That’s how Jin Mo started working for the Umbra.” 

“What?” Taehyung asked, appalled. 

“He had said the Umbra wanted him to show an act of loyalty. They asked him to kill at least ten people and get caught on camera.” 

“Does that mean...” Taehyung’s eyes locked with Jungkook, who gave a faint nod. 

“The Umbra approached Joo Eon. And he took Jin Mo’s place. I’m sure Joo Eon won’t stay in a normal hideout. It’ll be a fortress, like Jin Mo’s mansion.”

“Then what do we do now?” Seung Ho asked. 

“Let’s request for a helicopter search.” 

“Will your father authorize it?” Hoseok wondered hesitantly. 

“He has to.” 

“Okay, wait,” Namjoon put in. “Since we know it’s not some lunatic who will continue to murder people for no reason, why don’t we get some proper rest for today and think about it more tomorrow?”

Taehyung observed the four detectives as they seemed to contemplate Namjoon’s suggestion. “Yes, you should. You all look awful. Let’s grab something to eat. I’m buying.”

“Good idea, but I’m buying. I’m the oldest,” Seokjin said. 

“Yeah, but Taehyung is the richest,” Jungkook snickered. 

“Exactly! So don’t worry about it, hyung.” Taehyung patted Seokjin’s shoulder, drawing a grateful smile from him. “Let’s go!” 

They grabbed their things and exited the building, then sauntered towards their usual restaurant that was only ten minutes away. 

They entered and moved further inside where the couch like seats were. Jungkook and Taehyung settled down on the one couch as the other four sat across from them. They only stopped bantering when the server came to take their order and then continued chatting about anything than work. 

Jungkook quickly lost interest in the gossip that Seokjin was rambling about and draped his arm over Taehyung’s shoulders, leaning back. “How did you spend your time without me, baby?” he asked in a quiet tone. 

“I hung out with Jimin and Yoongi yesterday. And today I went for my appointment. I’m all healed now.” He dipped closer and positioned his mouth to his ear. “And you have a promise to fulfill.”

A slight smirk grazed Jungkook’s lips. “I will, don’t worry. No matter how tired I am, I will.”

“Can’t wait, Kookie.”

Their gaze, intense and sparking and fond at the same time, lasted for a few blazing moments. Their complete focus was on each other’s eyes, that reflected a clear view of their intention and those three words they ached to enunciate. 

The quietness that fell over their table soon reached their consciousness, and the two redirected their regard to their friends, only to find them staring at them with warm little smiles. 

“You guys are so cute,” Seokjin cooed. 

Jungkook cleared his throat, shifting in his seat in mild embarrassment. “Where’s Jimin and Yoongi, by the way?” 

“Probably somewhere ignoring their feelings as always.”

Hoseok’s brows bumped together. “What?” he released with a snort. 

“They like each other since forever, but they don’t have the balls to admit it. Exactly like you guys,” Taehyung chirped as he raised his hands in front of him, pointing at the four of them. “Right?” He aimed the question at his baby as he twisted his head towards him. 

Jungkook snorted. “You got it exactly right.”

“Yah, what are you talking about?” Hoseok asked, then broke into awkward chuckles as he dug his chin into his chest. 

Jungkook shook his head, raising a scornful brow. “You know, Hoseok hyung, you could tell that I liked Taehyung, but you really can’t tell that Seung Ho likes you? And especially you, Namjoon hyung, I asked you about liking someone romantically and stuff, and you really can’t realize that you always search for Seokjin in every chance you get?”

Taehyung curled his lips inwards as his eyes wandered over the four men, who had their heads bowed. The silence stretched impossibly, bringing wave after wave of awkwardness along with it, until it became suffocating for him. “Okay, now that we ruined the mood by saying everything you were scared to admit, we’ll take our food and leave.” He elbowed Jungkook gently in a silent signal to get up and reached for his coat. 

“Don’t just stare at the table. Talk.” Jungkook wore his coat as well and headed to the checkout. 

“I think we went too far,” Taehyung mumbled. 

“No, they deserved it. They made me uncomfortable so many times when they mentioned you. Payback time.”

Taehyung chortled and kept the question that circled in his head for later since they arrived. “Hi. I would like to pay for table thirteen. And can you please change the two portions of samgyeopsal to takeout?”

“Yes, of course.” The cashier swiftly gave the order to the chefs and returned. 

After settling the bill, the two waited aside for their takeout. “Why were you uncomfortable, though?” Taehyung asked. 

Jungkook remembered their unfinished conversation at once and smiled softly. “Because I wasn’t ready to admit that I liked you. I thought there was no way I finally found someone to like. But I did. And I’m so happy you’re the one.”

Taehyung copied his smile, his eyes glittering with adoration. “I’m happy you’re the one for me too.”

Their takeout was soon ready, and they thanked the cashier before they bundled off. They were relieved to see their friends talk as they passed from their table, but they didn’t say anything since they didn’t want to interrupt and instead headed to the station to take their motorcycles. 

They agreed to go to Taehyung’s apartment and drove off. The short ride was pleasant as the thought of finally being the two of them alone sparked a buzz of delighted eagerness and content within their chests. 

Upon arriving, they trod towards the apartment and entered. They made blithe small talk as they devoured their food and drank a bottle of soju each. 

  
Jungkook reclined in his seat with a satiated sigh. “That was delicious. I’m full.”

Taehyung broke into a delicate smile as he observed him. “You didn’t eat anything today, huh?”

“We ate some instant noodles.”

Taehyung shook his head in a declaration of discontent. “You have to make time to eat, baby. You won’t have energy otherwise.”

“I know,” Jungkook sighed as he took hold of his hand and tugged him towards him. He planted a loving kiss on his forehead. “Do you mind if I take a shower?”

“Go ahead.” Taehyung pecked his lips, smiling. “If you need clothes, you can take anything from my closet.”

“Thank you, Tae.” Jungkook claimed his lips shortly and arose, then took off towards the hallway. 

Taehyung tidied up the living room table and retreated to his room. He slipped himself into comfy clothes and sat upright against the headboard of the bed, waiting for his dear Kookie to finish his shower. 

Soon, an unholy sight slid smoothly into his vision that prickled the skin of his nape with goosebumps and swamped his stomach with raging little butterflies. 

Jungkook crept into the room with just a towel wrapped around his pelvis and all his mouthwatering muscles on display for Taehyung to devour. His wet hair hung messily over his forehead, and with the tip of his lips slightly tilted upwards and that foxy pair of eyes that were fixated on him, he was the epitome of an unearthly sexiness. 

“Fuck,” poured from Taehyung’s parted lips in a quaky, breathy tune. 

Jungkook’s smirk intensified unwittingly as he stood in front of him, still pinning him with his eyes. “I took clothes, but I can’t believe I forgot them in the bathroom.”

A sharp snort burst out of Taehyung’s mouth at the easy perception of his fruity voice. “Yeah, sure.”

“I can go get them.”

“No,” Taehyung hastened to say. “I think it’s better if I take off mine instead.”

Excitation quickly flared in Jungkook’s eyes, that burned even brighter by the actions that accompanied Taehyung’s words. He stalked his movements like a hawk as Taehyung dragged his shirt up and slipped it off, dumping it on the floor. 

His gaze waltzed over his honey skin, admiring his elegant physique, but the shift of Taehyung’s hands to the waistband of his sweatpants captured his full attention. He was hard before he knew it, just at the thought of seeing him completely bare and laid out for him to devour. 

Heart suddenly leaping and racing uncontrollably like his tantalizing thoughts, saliva pooled in Jungkook’s mouth at the sight of his already hard cock that stood rigid against his belly the moment he flung off the rest of his clothes. 

It felt so surreal, like a damn movie, but it wasn’t; that ravishing man was real and he was all his. 

“Fuck, I don’t know where to start,” Jungkook mumbled unconsciously, spellbound eyes still soaking in every inch of him. 

It was amazing to see Jungkook so mesmerized by him, but it would be a lie if Taehyung said he didn’t feel exactly the same. “Let’s start with getting you on top of me because I can’t wait another second to feel you.”

Jungkook instantly wrenched the towel away and rushed to climb on the bed. He straddled him without delay, both feeling electricity spark in their chest at the touch of their cocks, and caressed the side of his head so gently, as if handling the most fragile and high-end crystal in the world. 

A tide of emotions soared within Jungkook as he stared deep into Taehyung, convulsing everything he knew, until the said emotions gushed out of his eyes and eventually, his mouth. “I love you.” He held his cheeks securely and smashed a long kiss on his lips, his heart pulsing so hard it made him blind and deaf to anything else. “I love you, Tae.” Even the repetition of these words barely reached his hearing. 

So he said it again and again between messy, overexcited kisses, hoping his heart would calm down at some point and give him his lucidity back. 

The chanted words that Taehyung anticipated for so long to hear echoed around his head like the most euphonious song he had ever heard. It seemed impossible to register what was happening, as it felt such an oneiric moment, but when it finally sank in, he hurried to respond, words bumping and tripping over each other in a surge of vast elation. 

“I love you too.”

Their lips continued to roll together and tongues brushed in strong strokes, hands clutching the other, uniting bodies and hearts. 

“I love you so much,” Taehyung sighed against his mouth, half-closed, dopey eyes riveted on him. “So much. So long.”

Jungkook propped his elbow on the bed and raked his hand through his hair, taking a moment to marvel at his beauty. He smiled fondly at the pleasant image of his shiny, reddened lips and couldn’t resist pecking them. “How long?”

“I felt it the day you caught Jin Mo. When you carried me to the ambulance. I was already in love with you, but I felt I love you then. I can’t explain that feeling.”

“I understand it, even if you can’t explain it,” Jungkook uttered, then peppered fond kisses down his cheek. “Because I felt it too. I felt the difference between being in love and loving someone then.” He paused in front of his face, mouths touching, gazes tangled together. “I think I fell in love with you at first sight. I just couldn’t understand it because I was clueless about it.”

“I never believed in love at first sight. It sounds so movie-like. Until I met you.” Taehyung trailed his hands along the taut muscles of his back, sliding them over the hill of his ass. “Fuck me, Kookie. You already made love to me. Now I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

Jungkook’s stomach tingled at the lowly spoken words. He was so hard it was dizzying, and every brush of their cocks only added to his immense want for him. “I won’t be gentle.”

The statement brought along a myriad of flashbacks that had Taehyung moaning only at the thought of what was awaiting him. “I don’t want you to be.”

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Jungkook smirked, delighted by the expected answer, and dove to capture his lips. He spent little time on exploring his mouth with his tongue as his need to pleasure him and all his desires was by far greater.

He drew wet kisses on the side of his neck, barely sucking twice before he resumed his trail of kisses further down his chest. He repositioned between his legs and clawed at his juicy thighs as he mouthed at his throbbing cock. His eyes sprang to Taehyung’s face at a particularly loud moan that erupted from him, and he kept staring as he ran his tongue along his length to the head. 

“No foreplay, just—fuck, fuck me,” Taehyung babbled as he spread his legs and elevated them, revealing his pink, glabrous hole. 

Jungkook straightened his posture and smacked the thick asscheeks that were presented to him, loving how Taehyung’s whole body squirmed. “Are you being bossy because you want me to be rough, baby?” He lowered his face and sank his teeth into the inner side of his thigh, sucking hard. He kept Taehyung’s legs steady since he attempted to escape the burning pain and sucked a notch harsher before he withdrew. 

Taehyung released soft whimpers as the other smoothed over the abused spot with his tongue, the tension caused by the pain subsiding. “M’not bossy. Just want—” 

“My cock inside you that bad, huh?” Jungkook snickered, then dabbed his lips at his pink hole, sighing softly. “Always smell so good,” he breathed out, savoring the strawberry scent, and flattened his tongue over his rim. 

“Yes, yes, yes, Kookie.” Taehyung’s grip around his thighs tightened and his head dug deeper into the pillow at the feel of the soft muscle licking and poking and rolling over his hole. 

Jungkook continued his ministrations for a short while, also dipping his tongue inside him, loosening the tight muscle. He guzzled that delicious hole fervently, hands squeezing his asscheeks on repeat and moans vibrating in his throat. 

He swiftly grabbed the lube from the top drawer and squirted a decent amount over his hole. He used two fingers to smear the peach-scented lubricant, circling his rim, and thrust them inside without warning. 

Taehyung gasped at the invasion, chest lifting in a sharp arch. The pleasant stretch disappeared fast, though, and he shot his head up to inspect. He found Jungkook already gazing at him with a slight smirk engraved on his lips as he poured more lube on his fingers and then tossed the bottle aside. 

“So needy. Can’t even wait a second, hmm?” Jungkook rubbed two fingers over his hole and nested them inside him again. He fucked him open in a rapid tempo as he grasped his thigh, watching his fingers disappear inside him intently. It was so tight and so slippery by the amount of lube he had used, and his cock twitched as he thought about the moment he would replace his digits with his cock. 

“Fuck, so good, Kookie,” Taehyung choked out. His heart pounded harshly against his chest as his whole existence swam in a pool of rapture. Jungkook was finally rough with him, one hand clutching the underside of his thigh so hard it could even leave bruises, and his fingers slamming into him just how he liked it. 

A third finger slid past his rim in a smooth motion that burned and ached, but he was already so lost in pleasure that even the pain felt amazingly good. The coil of heat in his stomach kept festering as Jungkook ground his fingers in firm circles into him, and a string of whiny, disjointed words spilled from his parted lips when he felt a wet warmth engulf the base of his cock. 

Knowing he was close, Jungkook pushed his tongue harder over his length to the tip and took him in his mouth. Three bobs of his head and a slam of his fingers in just the right spot were enough for Taehyung to spew warnings for his oncoming orgasm. 

Jungkook moaned around him, an unspoken indication of eagerness and elation, which grew louder when he felt the first spurt of cum in his mouth. He stilled his fingers as deep as they could go and rolled them in tight circles again as he bounced his head to help him through his orgasm.

As Taehyung’s body seemed to melt into relaxation, Jungkook struggled to keep the substance in his mouth as he drew away. He instructed him to lower his legs so he could lie over him, three fingers still buried inside him. He found Taehyung’s mouth already open with his tongue sticking out, a look of absolute content adorning his traits. 

Jungkook let the cum flow onto Taehyung’s awaiting tongue, maintaining the fiery eye contact during the lewd act. They moaned over and over as they joined their lips, tongues clashing and rolling together until they devoured the liquid. 

“I missed this,” Taehyung muttered against his lips, sighing lightly. 

“Me too.” Jungkook left another kiss on his wet lips. “I think I’ll cum too fast if I fuck you now.”

“Then fuck my mouth first.”

The sinful proposal startled Jungkook, carpeting his features with hesitation and puzzlement. He eased his fingers out of him and pushed himself to a sitting position between his legs. 

Taehyung winced at the feel of emptiness, but he didn’t tear his gaze off him. “What?”

Jungkook reached for the wet wipes from the drawer. “I’ll get too excited if I do that. I don’t want to hurt you or—”

“Kook.”

His eyes shifted to him, pausing the movement of cleaning his hands. Then, he finished his task and placed the wet wipes on the nightstand.

“Come here,” Taehyung ordered delicately. He regarded him with a fond gaze as Jungkook lay over him again. A loving smile touched his lips as he glided his hands over his back. “I know you. I trust you. I feel safe with you.” He drew soft kisses on his mouth, threading his fingers into his hair. “And I want to choke on your cock.”

Shivers exploded along Jungkook’s spine at his whispering remark. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Jungkook kissed him hard, pressing their bodies together. Then, he sat straighter and scooted upwards until his length reached his mouth. He stared down at him fixedly as he held the base of his cock. “If it gets too much, tap my thigh. I won’t last long, anyway.” 

“Okay.” Taehyung darted his tongue out, lapping at the tip of his length. 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this, hyung,” Jungkook said with a light tremble in his voice as he gawked at his baby. He rubbed the tip over his tongue, hissing softly at the hot, electrifying sensation. The more he teased himself, the more his stomach lurched and fluttered and coiled with the pent-up want, so with a strained growl, he plunged into his mouth. 

His thrusts were fast but shallow, still hesitant to be rough. He clasped the headboard and interlaced his fingers in his hair, every sense fixed on him. Two strong hands grabbed his hips soon and pulled, sending his cock at the back of Taehyung’s throat. The sudden action had him gasping and cursing under his breath, but also showed him that Taehyung meant it when he said he wanted to choke on his cock. 

So he pushed deeper, the tip nudging his throat with each plunge, as labored groans tumbled out of Taehyung’s throat. He was an obscene image of ecstasy with his pretty lips wrapped around Jungkook’s length and his chocolate, watery eyes anchored on him. They projected such desperation to pleasure him, give Jungkook everything he had without caring about anything else. 

“Fuck, Tae—angel, cumming,” Jungkook let out between rapid breaths, and the movement of his hips amplified, growing sloppy and out of control. 

Taehyung hollowed his cheeks, keeping his tongue still so that delicious cock could rub over it with each thrust, and soon felt eruptions of cum fill his mouth. Jungkook’s rumbling grunts traveled through the room in rousing ripples, and combined with the twitching cock in his mouth, Taehyung was rock hard again before he knew it. 

Jungkook slowly pulled out and squeezed the base of his length, watching the last rope of cum drip onto Taehyung’s closed mouth. He pressed himself flat over him and flipped him over so Taehyung could be on top. Having him caged into his arms, Jungkook kissed him, licking the cum from his lips. 

Blissed-out moans emitted from both as they enjoyed the mixture of cum and spit together as they so much loved to do. Bodies rolled against the other in perfect harmony as tender hands roamed around, leaving caresses of adoration. 

They ended the kiss simultaneously, feeling the need to take a moment to admire one another and recharge their lungs with enough air. Jungkook could sense their hearts drum together in a harmonious rhythm, something that tugged his lips into an affectionate smile. “Are you okay?”

Smiling back at him, Taehyung nodded. “Yes, Kookie. I loved it. Seeing you so lost and focused on me at the same time. Wanna see it again.” He dragged his mouth across his jawline and painted sensuous kisses on his bottom lip. “While you fuck me.” 

His words and teasing kisses fueled Jungkook’s eagerness to bury himself into him, stirring him to smack his plump asscheeks. “Get the lube and a condom.”

Taehyung rolled off him in seconds and reached for the requested items from the nightstand. He passed them over and lay on his back, lifting his legs right away to present his hole. 

A smirk broke out on Jungkook’s face as he coated three fingers with lube. “What a good boy,” he rasped. “I’m so lucky to have such an eager baby who can’t wait to have my cock inside him.” He grasped the back of his thigh and sank two fingers into him, finding him still just a bit loose. 

Taehyung sucked in a breath at the sudden stretch, though he soon realized it wasn’t enough. “Yes, want your cock so bad, fuck,” he released in a whiny tune. “Three, Kookie, please.”

“Needy. I love it.” Jungkook obeyed to his request and popped a third finger into him. He pumped them at a quick tempo, brushing them against his velvety walls before he crooked them and stretched them and shoved them deeper. 

Jungkook didn’t even have to touch himself to get hard again; Taehyung’s gasping noises, contented expression, and juicy ass were enough to ignite a wildfire in his gut. He drilled his hole repeatedly as it clenched around his fingers, the thought of his cock replacing them becoming more intense by the second. 

“I’m ready, Kook, please,” Taehyung choked out on the verge of crying from the fierce currents of pleasure. 

“Thank fuck,” he murmured as he retracted his hand and hustled to wear a condom. He used extra lube and cleaned his hands before he sat up against the headboard. 

Taehyung straddled him in no time, anticipation dripping from every inch of him. He held his asscheeks and spread them, making way for the thickness and magnitude of the cock that poked his entrance. He lowered himself, reveling in the wet slide of his length that filled him to the brim. 

Jungkook firmed up his grip around his hot body and tucked his face into his neck. He sucked gentle kisses on his satiny skin as low groans tingled his throat at the mind-expanding tightness and heat around his cock. “You feel so good, baby. So perfect for me like always.”

Taehyung began circling his hips and a string of broken moans poured from his mouth at the feel of his cockhead rubbing against the deepest parts of him. He focused his attention on Jungkook’s soothing kisses and warmth to distract himself from the burning of the stretch and found immense pleasure at the slight, rolling movement of his hips. 

“Remember when we were like this the first time and you made me laugh with your cute, whiny voice?” Jungkook asked in a whisper, smiling just by the memory, as he pulled back to look at him. 

“Yes.” Taehyung cupped his face as he matched his smile. 

“That was when I knew you were different. No one had ever made me laugh in a moment like that. Of course my insatiable lust for you was another indication, but that was truly the moment I knew you weren’t just another fuck.”

Taehyung’s smile brightened, his chest bubbling over with a consuming spate of emotions. “I felt the connection too. I’m not sure when. Everything felt different with you from the start.”

Jungkook smoothed his hands down his back and anchored them on his ass. “I love you, Tae.”

“I love you, Kookie.”

In a shared need to feel the other to the maximum, Jungkook lifted him and pushed him down onto his cock again, as Taehyung clutched him and let him destroy him like the first time. 

The friction of their bodies as Taehyung bounced on his cock heated every fiber of their skin, and their stifled, ecstasy-filled sounds melded into an unchaste tune that fired up each one of their senses. 

“Missed this—oh fuck—so bad,” Taehyung spluttered, voice already wrecked by the stimulating rapture. 

Jungkook rammed him against his pelvis untiringly, spewing his rampant grunts into the slope of his neck. “Missed feeling my cock split you open, hmm?” He delivered a brutal slap on his right asscheek and grasped it again so hard it would definitely leave bruises. 

“Yes, yes, Kookie.” A spurt of heat surged through Taehyung’s stomach at the rough treatment that had him mewling on repeat. He took hold of his hair and locked their mouths into a volcanic kiss without missing a second to taste him. He was addicting — everything about Jeon Jungkook was addicting to him. And he felt so blessed he could have him for the rest of his life. 

Jungkook drilled him onto his cock and rocked him, the tip nudging against his prostate in sharp rolls. He luxuriated in the fiery slide of their lips and the clashing of their tongues, his mind reeling with the passion that flooded every part of him. 

Taehyung’s high-pitched moans started anew as the other dragged him off, only to shove him back onto his erection. His whole body jolted at a specific prod against his prostate, causing him to disconnect their mouths to cry out stupid sounds of utter satisfaction. 

“I love watching you get such a wreck on my cock, hyung.” Jungkook thrust him up and down, impaling him on the said cock deep and fast. “You’re doing so well for me.”

“You’re t-the best, baby, love you so much—fuck—I’m close, so close,” Taehyung said breathlessly, pulling on his hair harder, as he met the rutting of his hips. 

“I’m close too.” Jungkook laid his eyes on him, lines of pleasure decorating his forehead. “Cum, angel. Cum all over me and lick me clean. Eat your cum like the good boy you are. Aren’t you my good boy?”

Taehyung’s whines grew louder at the enkindling words, feeling his blood run red hot. “Yes, yours, your good boy, don’t stop, please, please.”

Jungkook dug his teeth into the side of his neck and sucked his skin roughly as he pierced him open at an animalistic pace. His heart rampaged in his chest as he panted out his groans around his smooth flesh, getting drunk on the intoxicating feel of his oncoming orgasm. 

Soon Taehyung’s cum spurted over his chest, and that was all it took for him to spill his own into the condom. He brought their mouths together with a feverish clash, swallowing each other’s groans, as they worked through one of the best orgasms they ever had. 

Their bodies felt as if they were on fire by the intensity of their moment, their hearts pulsing in sync once again. Taehyung glided off him, the pain lost somewhere in the buzz of his orgasm, and dove to lick him clean as Jungkook instructed him before. 

He mouthed at each one of his abs and trailed his tongue over his sleek skin in a smooth glide to his chest, slurping the thick cum from his body. He moaned mildly all the while as he sucked kisses on his toned chest until he drank every drop of his cum. 

He climbed over him again and curled his arms over his nape. They shared another electrified kiss, tongues swirling and rolling together, tasting each other. Too out of breath to keep going for long, they broke apart in a joined decision and held one another.

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They were full of emotion and too overwhelmed to speak or move anymore, so they stayed in each other’s embrace with only their labored breaths floating in the room. 

It was just like their first night together, but it felt so different at the same time. Then, there was this urgency for more, more, more, but now... they felt complete. With just being in each other’s arms, they felt they had everything they could ask for. And both knew why. 

It was because they had all the time in the world to merge bodies and hearts over and over again. Because they could experience this fullness anytime. Because their lives had now become one, like their hearts, with the love that had blossomed despite the ordeals they had gone through. 

Jungkook, still buzzing with the heady aftermath of his orgasm, pressed tender kisses on his neck that traveled to his lips. He claimed them so delicately — a kiss as soft as a rosebud. It conveyed all the galvanic feelings for him in the chastest of ways. 

Taehyung hummed against his mouth, brushing his knotted hair back. He felt the love this kiss contained to the fullest and drowned into it. He never thought he could receive so much love from a simple kiss. It was surreal. Such a magical moment he wanted to experience again and again. And he knew he would because Jungkook was his. He knew they had so much more magical moments to live together. And he couldn’t wait. 

Jungkook attached their foreheads, holding onto his waist. “Let’s clean up, hmm?”

Taehyung gave a light nod and pecked his cherry lips. He got off him, wincing the moment he sat up on the bed. 

“Lie down, baby. I’ll take care of everything,” Jungkook said lovingly and took hold of the wet wipes from the nightstand. He handed one to Taehyung and then cleaned his chest, which felt sticky from the cum. He removed the condom and collected all the used wet wipes to throw them into the trash can. 

He picked up Taehyung’s boxers, grabbed new ones for him from the closet, and both wore them before he slipped into the bed. He draped the blanket over them and sneaked his arm under Taehyung’s head, pulling him into his embrace. “How are you feeling?”

Taehyung fastened his arm over his stomach and hooked his leg between his. “Full. Full of everything.”

A fond smile carved its way to Jungkook’s lips. He left a kiss on his forehead when Taehyung glanced up at him. “I’m glad. I feel the same.”

Taehyung’s eyes crinkled with the goofy smile that broke out on his face. He lifted himself a notch to punch a playful kiss on his cheek and rested his head on his chest again. He let his hand travel on his body in tender strokes, but his movements halted when he sensed the round scar on Jungkook’s side under his fingertips. 

Fragments of his jollity wore off at the speculations of the story his scars could carry. Many times he wanted to ask about their story, just so he could help Jungkook bear the awful memories that were linked to them together. But he couldn’t — didn’t want to sadden him by awakening the said memories. 

Jungkook perceived at once the pause of his fingers, though he was sure Taehyung himself didn’t. He smiled — something he seemed to do all the time when he was with him — and tilted his head so he could observe his face. He had that adorable, spacey expression that reflected his racing thoughts. “You want me to tell you about my scars?”

Taehyung stiffened at the sound of his voice, then lifted his head to lock their eyes. “Only if you want to, baby.”

“The stab wound is from my second raid as a team leader. I went off alone and two guys ambushed me. They ordered me to throw my gun and take off my bulletproof vest. The moment my team found me and burst into the room, that guy stabbed me, but they shot him seconds later. I received the scolding of my life that day.”

“Yeah, you deserved it.” Taehyung sent him a look crossed between disapproval and worry. “Why did you go off alone?”

“I was too confident. And I became careless. Don’t worry, I’m more experienced now.”

“You better be careful.”

Jungkook nodded smilingly. “I will. And the gunshot wound is from the night my hyung died. I chased the killer, but I was shot.”

Creases of sadness instantly filled Taehyung’s forehead as he held his cheek in a caring palm. “I’m so sorry you had to go through this, Kookie.” He placed a delicate kiss on his lips. “How was he?”

“He was my role model. I admired him so much. He seemed fearless in his operations and always made quick calls. He worked undercover too. We were searching for Jin Mo even before my hyung died. And he had met some guys who worked for Jin Mo. That day, he met with them. He had said he didn’t find out anything new, but I remember he seemed weird. Like he was hiding something. And only a few hours later, we got a call that Jin Mo was spotted.”

“You think he had found out something and didn’t tell you?”

“Yeah. I don’t know why. Whatever he found out—” The words died on his tongue and his eyes swelled as an unexpected realization thundered down on him. “Before my hyung died, he wrote on my hand the letters UMB. He wanted to tell me about the Umbra. What if he found out about the Umbra’s existence that day?”

Taehyung shared his shock at the plausible speculation. “That’s possible. And maybe he didn’t say anything because he wanted to protect you and his team. No one was supposed to know about the Umbra. Kang Ho probably knew how dangerous it was to share the information if he indeed found out about them.” 

“Yeah,” Jungkook breathed out as the harrowing images from that night kept eddying in his mind, weighing upon his heart. 

Taehyung, detecting his internal suffering, brushed his thumb over the crown of his cheek. “We’ll find them, baby. I’ll do everything I can to help you.”

“No,” Jungkook hurried to answer. “You’ll live your life like a normal man. I don’t want you to have any relation with these things. I have to keep you safe.”

“I can keep myself safe,” Taehyung whispered reassuringly. “Let me help. I can ask Jimin to search about them—”

“I’ve already asked Seokjin to do that. There’s nothing.”

Taehyung’s discouragement showed clearly in his downcast eyes, but he didn’t stop trying. “I can find some of Joo Eon’s men and ask them—”

“You will do nothing,” Jungkook stated in a stern voice, gaze hardening with determination. “Please, Tae.”

A sigh pushed out of Taehyung’s mouth. “I want to help. At least let me ask Jimin to search about them. Maybe we’ll find something, even if Seokjin didn’t.”

“Why the hell are you so stubborn, hmm?” Jungkook murmured, voice dripping in displeasure, as he rolled to his side to face him. He twined his arm around his waist and pulled him flat against his chest, then pecked his lips. “I’ll get furious if I find out you did something that can you put you in danger. Do you want me to get furious?”

“No,” Taehyung drawled through pouty lips. 

Overflowing with fondness for the cute man in front of him, Jungkook captured these pouty lips strongly. “Then be a good boy, hmm? Please, Tae. You’re finally free and you went through so much. I don’t want anything else to happen to you.”

“I don’t want anything to happen to you, either.” Taehyung tightened his grip around him. “Promise we’ll both stay safe no matter the circumstances? That we’ll fight to live for one another no matter what?”

“Yes, baby.” Jungkook cradled his nape, kissing his boyfriend in the gentlest of ways. “Promise.”

“Promise.”

Jungkook strung their foreheads together and gazed at him tenderly. “I know I promised to fuck you until morning and I really want to do it, but I feel so sleepy.”

A honeyed giggle jumped out of Taehyung’s throat. “I know. Me too. I think it’s because we know we can do it anytime we want. And that safety makes us sleepy.”

“You’re right. That night, I wanted to let my eyes close so many times. But I knew I wouldn’t see you again if I did.”

“Same,” Taehyung sighed and stole a kiss. “Now we don’t have to worry about that. I’ll be here when you wake up. And you’ll be here too.”

“Always.”

A blithe, humming sound of agreement vibrated in Taehyung’s throat as his lips stretched beautifully in a loving smile. “So, afternoon nap?”

“Yes, please,” Jungkook said in a whisper and drew a row of kisses along his cheek to his lips. “Love you, baby.”

“Love you too, Kookie.” Taehyung relished his kisses and reciprocated them with the same affection, joining their lips again and again in little pecks that left both smiling and feeling simply... full. 

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