86
Third Person Pov
It was Christmas Day.
Taehyung’s small house looked warmer than it ever had.
Soft fairy lights were draped along the windows and around the doorframe, glowing gently against the winter morning.
A modest Christmas tree stood in the corner of the living room, slightly crooked, decorated with mismatched ornaments Gyubin had insisted on hanging himself.
... some too low, some clumped together, all perfect in Taehyung’s eyes.
The presents had been placed beneath the tree the night before. Taehyung had been careful, quiet, almost ceremonial about it. Gyubin had been waiting for Santa for weeks, dropping hints with innocence, even though both of them knew the truth. Taehyung was Santa. And Gyubin knew it too.
Still, when the eight-year-old woke up and ran into the living room, his reaction was nothing short of magical.
“Appa!” Gyubin gasped, eyes wide, voice loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood. He dropped to his knees in front of the tree, fingers hovering over the wrapped boxes like he couldn’t believe they were real. “Santa came!”
Taehyung leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching with a fond smile tugging at his lips.
He didn’t say anything—didn’t ruin the moment.
He just watched as Gyubin carefully picked up each gift, reading the tags with exaggerated seriousness, pretending not to recognize Taehyung’s handwriting.
“Wow… Santa has good taste,” Gyubin muttered solemnly, shooting his father a quick side glance before grinning.
Taehyung chuckled softly, shaking his head. “He must,” he said. “He knows you very well, Binnie-boo.”
Gyubin played along beautifully, thanking Santa out loud, even bowing once before tearing into the wrapping paper with barely contained excitement. For a brief moment, Taehyung felt something warm settle in his chest.
On the sofa, Gyuri sat propped up with pillows, her chubby hands gripping a small teddy doll Taehyung had bought especially for her. The nine-month-old wasted no time admiring it. She immediately brought it to her mouth, gnawing on its ear with intense focus.
“Hey—” Taehyung laughed softly, moving closer. “That’s not your pacifier.”
Gyuri responded by chewing harder, completely unbothered.
Gyubin glanced over, giggling. “She likes it, Appa. See? Best gift ever.”
Taehyung smiled, watching his daughter with gentle eyes. “As long as she’s happy.”
The morning passed quietly....hot chocolate warming their hands, Gyubin showing off every gift at least twice, Gyuri babbling happily from the couch. Outside, faint sounds of laughter and music drifted through the air.
Today wasn’t just Christmas.
The neighborhood celebration was happening too. A huge Christmas tree had been set up in the park, decorated with lights and ornaments donated by everyone around. There would be food stalls, music, games—something the entire neighborhood looked forward to every year.
Gyubin had been buzzing about it since dawn.
“Appa, when are we going?” he asked for the third time, already halfway into his jacket.
Taehyung sighed dramatically, though his eyes were soft. “You’re going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep bouncing like that.”
Gyubin grinned. “I’m excited.”
“I can tell,” Taehyung said, reaching for Gyuri’s tiny coat. “Alright. We’ll go. But only if you promise to stay close.”
“I promise,” Gyubin said instantly—too instantly.
Taehyung raised a brow. “That didn’t sound convincing.”
Gyubin laughed, already heading for the door.
As Taehyung watched his children....one brimming with excitement, the other happily chewing on her new teddy....he felt something settle deep in his chest. A quiet kind of happiness.
Christmas, he realized, wasn’t about perfection.
It was about moments like this.
.
.
.
Taehyung walked into the park with Gyuri balanced carefully in one arm, Gyubin’s small hand tucked securely into his other. The moment they stepped inside, he slowed without realizing it.
The place was huge.
Fairy lights were strung everywhere—wrapped around trees, hanging from lampposts, glowing softly against the winter dusk.
In the center stood an enormous Christmas tree, taller than anything Taehyung had imagined, decorated with ribbons, ornaments, and a bright star crowning the top.
Laughter and distant music floated through the air.
Taehyung tightened his grip on Gyubin instinctively as the crowd thickened. Gyuri babbled around her pacifier, little fingers clutching at Taehyung’s coat as if she, too, sensed the excitement.
“This is so beautiful,” Taehyung murmured under his breath, eyes lifting to the tree.
Gyubin tugged his hand eagerly. Taehyung smiled and guided him forward.
“I’ll click your pictures, Binnie. Stand there,” he said gently.
Gyubin nodded immediately and hurried to stand in front of the tree, straightening his jacket and making an exaggerated cute face, clearly very serious about his role.
Taehyung pulled out his phone, shifting Gyuri higher on his hip to steady her. He framed the shot—only for Gyuri to suddenly reach out, tiny fingers slapping against the screen.
“Don’t disturb, appa,” Taehyung whispered sternly, glaring down at her.
Gyuri stared back at him, deeply offended, then pushed the phone again with even more determination.
Taehyung sighed.
Gyubin stayed perfectly still in front of the tree, cheeks puffed slightly, eyes bright, holding his pose with admirable patience.
Taehyung tried once more. Gyuri chose violence.
Another shove. Another failed photo.
Taehyung let out a quiet breath, shoulders slumping just a little.
“Let me help.”
The voice came from behind him...low, familiar.
Taehyung flinched before he could stop himself. His heart did something stupid as he turned around.
Jungkook stood there, hands casually in his pockets, a loose white shirt clinging softly to his frame beneath his coat. He looked unfairly calm, as if he hadn’t just disrupted Taehyung’s entire nervous system by existing.
Taehyung’s stomach fluttered. His cheeks warmed instantly.
Jungkook extended one hand toward Gyuri, eyes flicking to her with quiet focus. “I’ll hold her.”
Taehyung hesitated for barely a second before looking away and carefully handing Gyuri over. Their fingers brushed.....brief, accidental—but enough to make Taehyung’s pulse jump.
Gyubin’s eyes practically sparkled the moment he saw Jungkook. The boy straightened up even more, pride radiating off him—seeing the man who had dropped him off at boxing class that morning.
Jungkook adjusted Gyuri with surprising ease. She stared up at him, then settled, pacifier bobbing slightly as if she approved.
Taehyung turned back around, phone raised again, suddenly very aware of Jungkook standing just behind him.
“Okay, Binnie,” Taehyung said softly. “Smile.”
Gyubin straightened instantly, shoulders back the way Jungkook does, chin lifted with exaggerated seriousness. Then he broke into a grin so wide it looked like it might split his face. Taehyung laughed despite himself and finally tapped the screen.
And this time, with Gyuri no longer attacking his phone and Jungkook quietly holding her, the picture finally came out perfect.
Gyubin ran back to them, nearly tripping over his own feet in excitement.
“Appa!” he chirped, tugging at Taehyung’s sleeve. “Did it come out good?”
Taehyung smiled and tilted the phone toward him.
Gyubin’s eyes widened. “ I look cool.”
Taehyung snorted softly. “You always do.”
The words slipped out without thought, instinctive and honest.
Gyubin beamed, chest puffing up.
“You can take one together,” Jungkook said suddenly.
Taehyung looked up, startled. “Together?”
Jungkook was already extending his hand for Taehyung’s phone, expression neutral, voice calm. “All three of you. I’ll take it.”
Taehyung hesitated.
There was always hesitation with Jungkook—because somehow, being close to him felt more intimate than it should. Still, after a moment, he sighed and nodded, holding back Gyuri.
He stepped forward, gently pulling Gyubin closer, resting a hand on the boy’s shoulder.
Gyubin leaned into him immediately.
“Smile, appa,” Gyubin whispered loudly, like it was a secret.
“I am smiling,” Taehyung whispered back, lips twitching.
Jungkook lifted the phone.
For a second, he didn’t take the picture.
Through the screen, he saw it clearly—Taehyung’s guard completely down, eyes soft, smile unforced. Gyubin glowing with pride. Gyuri happily gnawing on Taehyung's sleeve, entirely unbothered.
Jungkook’s eyes lingered on Taehyung’s smile a second longer than necessary.
Then the shutter clicked.
The sound felt louder than it should have.
Taehyung walked back toward him slowly, like he wasn’t quite sure where to stand anymore. Jungkook handed the phone back, and Taehyung glanced at the screen.
He looked… happy.
Too happy.
Yet something tugged at him.
“It feels incomplete,” Taehyung murmured without realizing he’d said it aloud.
Gyubin tilted his head, then his eyes lit up.
“Then let’s take one all together, appa.”
Taehyung froze.
He opened his mouth to refuse—but before he could, a woman nearby smiled warmly and stepped closer.
“You all look perfect together,” she said. “Are you married?”
Taehyung flushed instantly.
Jungkook didn’t hesitate.
He stepped closer, close enough that Taehyung felt his warmth at his side. Close enough that there was no space left to argue.
“Yes,” Jungkook said calmly.
Taehyung’s fingers curled into his coat.
“We are,” Jungkook added, voice steady, eyes fixed forward... not on the woman, but on Taehyung’s reaction.
Taehyung’s heart slammed against his ribs.
“Aww,” the woman smiled. “That’s adorable. I’ll take the picture for you.”
Before Taehyung could object, Jungkook handed her the phone.
Then—naturally, casually—his hand settled on Taehyung’s waist.
Taehyung sucked in a breath.
Gyubin shuffled in front of them, grinning shyly. Jungkook adjusted Gyuri on his arm, holding her securely.
The woman lifted the phone. “Smile!”
Jungkook leaned in slightly, his lips brushing Taehyung’s ear.
“Smile,” he murmured again... low, controlled.
Taehyung did.
It was shaky at first—then Jungkook’s fingers tightened just a little at his waist, grounding him. Heat spread up Taehyung’s spine, but he didn’t pull away.
The camera clicked.
A perfect frame.
A perfect family.
The woman handed the phone back with a bright smile, clearly pleased with her work.
Taehyung accepted it, fingers brushing the screen almost nervously. He hadn’t meant to look so closely—but he did.
The picture caught him off guard.
It looked… real.
Not staged. Not forced.
Warm.
Beautiful, Taehyung thought before he could stop himself.
Jungkook glanced down too, only briefly, but his eyes lingered a second longer than necessary. He didn’t comment... just gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, as if confirming something privately.
“Thank you,” Taehyung said to the woman, bowing slightly. She waved it off, smiling knowingly before melting back into the crowd.
Taehyung slipped his phone into his pocket, exhaling a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.
“Let’s go,” Jungkook said, already turning, tone casual... like this was obvious, like he belonged right there.
Taehyung blinked at his back, then shook his head with a quiet, fond scoff before following. Gyubin immediately reached for his hand again, fingers lacing through Taehyung’s without hesitation.
The park buzzed around them.... laughter, music, lights flickering against the dark sky. Gyubin pointed excitedly at every stall, every ornament, narrating everything he saw. Taehyung listened, answering when needed, smiling when not.
Jungkook walked on his other side, unhurried, matching Taehyung’s pace without effort. Every now and then, his arm brushed Taehyung’s—never lingering, never apologizing. Just there.
Taehyung noticed.
He pretended not to.
Gyubin skipped ahead for a second, tugging Taehyung along. “Appa, look! Snow machine!”
Taehyung laughed softly. “Slow down, Binnie.”
The snow machine hissed softly before releasing a flurry of artificial snow into the air.
Gyubin gasped.
“Snow!”
He ran straight into it, laughing as the white flakes clung to his Binnie and jacket. He stretched his arms out, spinning clumsily, trying to catch everything at once. Taehyung watched him with a fond smile, hands tucked into his coat pockets, heart warm despite the cold.
Behind him, Gyuri in Jungkook's arm was in her own world. Every now and then she tried to grab the falling snow, confused when it vanished against her skin.
Taehyung turned slightly. “She’ll get cold.”
“I know,” Jungkook replied, already pulling Gyuri closer to his chest, shielding her instinctively. He didn’t move away though—if anything, he stepped closer to Taehyung, close enough that their coats brushed.
Taehyung noticed.
Ignored it.
He shifted a step sideways, eyes following Gyubin instead. “Binnie, don’t eat it. It’s fake.”
Gyubin laughed. “I'm not eating it, Appa."
Jungkook’s gaze lingered on Taehyung. Like he was memorizing the way Taehyung stood, the way the snow reflected in his eyes, the way his lips curved when he smiled at his son.
He moved again, subtly closing the gap Taehyung had created.
Their shoulders touched.
Taehyung stiffened.
He didn’t look at Jungkook. “Y-you’re very close.”
“I have a child in my arms,” Jungkook said calmly. “Limited mobility.”
Taehyung breathed shakily. “Sure Mr.Jeon.”
Jungkook’s lips twitched... not a smile, not quite. More like amusement held under control. “You didn’t complain that night.
Taehyung finally looked at him, brows narrowing. “That night you also decided to prove a point.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened for half a second.
Then, softer... only for him. “I decided not to cross a line.”
“You-you decided to pull away,” Taehyung corrected, voice low. “There’s a difference.”
Before Jungkook could reply, Gyubin ran back toward them, snow clinging to his sleeves. “Appa! Look! I’m covered!”
Taehyung’s expression melted instantly. He crouched a little, brushing fake snow off Gyubin’s Binniw. “You look like a powdered bun.”
Gyubin giggled.
Jungkook watched that moment closely the ease, the warmth, the way Taehyung’s world narrowed to his child. Something in his chest shifted, heavy and sharp.
Without asking, Jungkook stepped in closer again, this time standing almost behind Taehyung.
Gyuri leaned her head against Jungkook’s shoulder, sleepy now. Jungkook adjusted her gently, and in doing so, his fingers brushed Taehyung’s back.
Taehyung inhaled sharply.
Jungkook noticed. Of course he did.
“You’re doing that on purpose,” Taehyung murmured.
“I’m standing,” Jungkook replied evenly. “You’re the one reacting.”
Taehyung shot him a look. “You’re unbearable.”
“And you should get used to it by now,” Jungkook said quietly.
Snow fell between them, soft and slow.
Gyubin ran back into the flurry again, laughter echoing, unaware of the silent war happening just a step behind him.
Taehyung crossed his arms, trying.... failing—to put space between them.
“Don’t get ideas,” he muttered.
Jungkook leaned just enough for his voice to reach Taehyung’s ear.
“I already have them,” he said. “I’m just behaving.”
That made Taehyung turn with wide eyes.
Their eyes met... heated, familiar, unfinished.
Jungkook took a step closer again—quiet, unannounced, the way he always did, as if distance was a suggestion rather than a rule.
Taehyung noticed instantly.
Before Jungkook could say anything, before that familiar warmth could settle at his side, Taehyung shifted away and walked toward Gyubin, who had flopped dramatically onto the artificial snow, arms spread wide like he’d conquered it.
Taehyung bent down, brushing snow off the boy’s jacket, muttering under his breath about catching a cold and ruined pants and children who never listened.
Behind him, Jungkook stopped.
He didn’t look offended. If anything, his lips curved in mild amusement. Taehyung’s sulkiness wasn’t subtle... it never was—and the effort he was putting into maintaining distance only made it more obvious.
Jungkook watched him for a moment longer, then shook his head once, entertained, indulgent, patient.
Time passed in small moments... Gyubin laughing softly, snow machines humming, distant music playing somewhere near the tree.
When Taehyung finally straightened up and glanced over his shoulder, Jungkook was gone.
A faint crease formed between his brows.
Maybe he went to get something, Taehyung thought. Or took Gyuri somewhere quieter.
He dismissed it quickly, crouching again to help Gyubin up. The boy clung to his stomach sleepily, mumbling about how today was the best day ever, how snow was better than cartoons, how Appa should never grow old. Taehyung smiled despite himself, rubbing his back.
And then...
Something light settled on his head.
Taehyung froze.
“Appa,” Gyubin murmured drowsily against him, eyes half-closed, “you look like a cat now.”
Taehyung’s hand flew up, fingers brushing against soft fabric.
Cat ears.
Slowly, he turned.
Jungkook stood right behind him, close enough that Taehyung could feel his presence without looking.
One arm held Gyuri, who was fast asleep against his chest, her tiny fist curled into his shirt.
The other hand had already retreated, as if placing the ears had been the most casual thing in the world.
Taehyung glared at him.
“You—” he started, words failing him as he touched the ears again, incredulous.
Before he could pull them off, Gyubin tightened his hold. “No. Don’t remove them,” the boy said seriously. “You look good.”
Taehyung sighed, the fight draining out of him far too easily. His hand dropped back to his side, though his glare remained firmly fixed on Jungkook.
Jungkook’s lips curved... not a grin, not smug, just that quiet, knowing smile that always felt like it was meant only for him.
Gyuri slept on, warm and peaceful between them, utterly unaware that she’d just witnessed another small surrender.
And Taehyung, cat ears and all, stood there pretending he wasn’t smiling just a little too.
“Let’s go home. You look sleepy.”
Taehyung murmured it softly, almost fondly, as Gyubin leaned drowsily against his stomach. The child barely stirred. They began walking, and Jungkook trailed behind them, silent.
His eyes didn’t leave Taehyung.
Not even once.
He followed the curve of Taehyung’s back, the way his waist dipped before flaring out again. The sway in his hips. Jungkook muttered something under his breath, jaw tightening as his gaze lingered a second too long.
He swallowed and forced himself to look away, hands curling into fists as they reached home.
Inside, Taehyung moved with practiced care. He removed Gyubin’s jacket and beanie, helped him swallow his medicine, and tucked him in gently.
Then he took Gyuri from Jungkook’s arms, laying her beside her brother, brushing her hair back until her breathing evened out.
Only then did he turn.
Jungkook was still there.
“You should go,” Taehyung said quietly, already stepping out of the room.
Jungkook followed him.
The door closed softly behind them, sealing the silence of the living room. Taehyung barely took two steps before a hand wrapped around his arm and yanked him back.
In the next second, his back hit the wall.
Hard.
“What—” Taehyung gasped, breath knocked out of him.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” Jungkook muttered, voice low, strained... hungry. His fingers slid to Taehyung’s waist, gripping, claiming.
“S-said what?” Taehyung whispered, eyes wide, lips parted, heart slamming so loud he was sure Jungkook could hear it.
“That I could control myself around you.”
Jungkook leaned in, his mouth brushing Taehyung’s neck. “I can’t.”
The words were a confession and a warning.
Taehyung’s breath hitched as Jungkook lingered there, close enough to make his knees weak. His eyes fluttered shut, head arching back on instinct as a soft sound slipped from his lips. Jungkook pressed closer, their crotches brushing against each other.
The friction made Taehyung bite down on his lower lip.
He shifted, restless, torn between wanting and fear. “J-Jungkook… step back,” he said, voice shaking, betraying everything he didn’t want to feel.
“No.”
The refusal was immediate.
Firm.
Taehyung whined despite himself, then gathered what little strength he had left and shoved Jungkook away.
Jungkook stumbled a step back, breathing heavy, eyes dark and unfocused.... dazed, drooping, like he’d just woken from something dangerous.
The silence that followed was louder than anything else.
Taehyung adjusted his shirt like nothing had happened, jaw tight, eyes refusing to meet Jungkook’s.
“You’re insane,” he muttered, already turning away. “What if the kids wake up?”
Too domestic.
Jungkook raised a brow at that, still breathing a little heavy. “They won’t. You tuck them in like you’re sealing a vault.”
Taehyung shot him a look. “You don’t get to comment.”
“ I absolutely do,” Jungkook replied lazily, hands in his pocket now. “You tell me to leave like I kicked your dog, then act shocked when I don’t.”
“I told you to leave because you’re annoying,” Taehyung snapped.
“Yeah?” Jungkook said dryly.
Taehyung crossed his arms, shoulders tense. “You don’t get to pin me to walls after pulling back last time like—like you were bored.”
Jungkook blinked. “Bored?”
“You-you literally stopped and went, I can control myself,” Taehyung mocked, heat creeping into his voice, trying not to stutter.. “As if that was supposed to impress me.”
Jungkook sighed quietly, dragging a hand down his face. “I stopped because if I didn’t, you’d be blaming me for being too lustful..”
“Oh, don’t act smart,” Taehyung said, wanting to argue more. “You-you just wanted to prove a point.”
“I wanted to prove I wasn’t going to lose my mind over you,” Jungkook replied evenly. “Which, clearly, didn’t work.”
Taehyung paused. Just for a second.
Then he huffed, quieter. “You could’ve said that instead of making it sound like I was… disposable.”
Jungkook looked up at him. His voice lowered. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Well,” Taehyung muttered, gaze dropping, “that’s how it felt."
“You are sulky,” Jungkook said simply.
Taehyung bristled. “I-I'm not.”
Jungkook shook his head, a faint curve to his lips. “You’re sulking because I didn’t lose control fast enough.”
Taehyung’s ears burned, eyes widening. “And-and you’re sex-deprived and annoying.”
Jungkook hummed once. “Now that's true.”
They stood there, tension dulling into something familiar... still charged, but stupid now. Unfinished. Lingering.
And Taehyung hated how much Mr. Jeon Jungkook always got under his skin.
Jungkook shook his head as he moved.
“Come on…” Jungkook’s voice was low, dangerous, as he closed the distance between them. “Drop the act now.”
Grabbing Taehyung's arm he turned him around in one swift motion making him gasp at the sudden movement.
Taehyung’s chest slammed against the wall, the cool surface pressing against him as Jungkook’s body followed, leaving no space between them. Heat and tension radiated from every inch of him.
“I admit that I can’t control myself around you,” Jungkook murmured, his lips brushing Taehyung’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. “That night… you got me so hard I… I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I had to… just to… relieve myself.”
Taehyung froze, eyes wide, heat flooding his cheeks. “Y-you’re… lying…” he whispered, though his voice trembled, betraying how much it affected him.
“No,” Jungkook growled, tilting his head to press his lips to the side of Taehyung’s neck. “I’m not lying. I remember everything. How your skin felt… how your body reacted… how you made me lose control.”
Taehyung tried to twist, to pull away, but Jungkook’s grip on his arm was iron-strong. “J-Jungkook…” he breathed, a mix of protest and need, his body betraying his words already betraying him.
Jungkook’s lips trailed down, sucking and nipping along the sensitive curve of Taehyung’s neck.
His crotch pressed firmly against Taehyung’s lower back, grinding slightly as he whispered, “You feel so damn good. How could I ever control, yeah?"
Taehyung whimpered, squirming, trying to escape the heat of Jungkook’s body, but his movements only made Jungkook tighten his hold, one hand digging into his stomach, the other pulling him flush against him.
“Stop… I… can’t…” Taehyung’s voice cracked, breath coming in sharp gasps.
“You can’t what?” Jungkook whispered, lips grazing closer to the hollow of Taehyung’s neck, teeth brushing tender skin. “You can’t resist me? Or you can’t handle how much I want you?”
“I… I…” Taehyung’s words dissolved into a moan, body arching against him involuntarily.
“That’s it,” Jungkook murmured, his voice rough, commanding. “Let it out. I want to hear you."
Taehyung shivered, gasping, leaning into the pressure despite his own protests, lost between the desire to push Jungkook away and the overwhelming need to give in. Jungkook’s hands roamed possessively, shamelessly.
“You make me… crazy,” Jungkook admitted, voice low, husky with need. “Every time I touch you, every time I think about you… I lose myself."
Taehyung moaned, body trembling, caught in the storm of heat and need. “ please…” His voice was barely a whisper, broken and needy, and Jungkook only pressed closer, letting his hands and lips do the talking.
Jungkook’s fingers slid over the buttons of Taehyung’s shirt, pulling them free one by one. When he pushed the fabric down over one shoulder, exposing the soft, pale skin beneath, Taehyung shivered, unable to look away.
Jungkook leaned in, teeth grazing his neck, lips pressing hard, marking, claiming.
“You wanted to see me lose control…” Jungkook murmured, his voice low and commanding, each word dripping with heat. “Now… bear it.”
Taehyung’s stomach fluttered violently. Jungkook’s hand moved to his own jeans, fumbling at the belt. The sound of the zipper made his pulse spike, and he gasped.
“F-fuck… fuck you,” he muttered, voice trembling, half in protest, half in anticipation.
Jungkook smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Oh, yes… I’m going to fuck you,” he replied, voice sly.
He leaned into Taehyung again, grinding slightly as he squeezed his ass with one hand, lips brushing against his jaw.
Taehyung’s eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed, lost in the press of Jungkook’s body, the hunger in his voice, the sheer force of him.
And then... a sharp, piercing cry cut through the room.
Both froze instantly. Jungkook’s hardened cock pressed insistently against Taehyung’s lower back, and Taehyung’s cheeks flamed crimson.
Panic and guilt surged through him. He shoved at Jungkook gently, though his body still trembled.
“Gyuri woke up,” Taehyung muttered, voice small, eyes shifting down to where Jungkook’s hand lingered at his zipper, just about to take his member out.
Jungkook’s gaze stayed locked on him, dark and heavy with lust, lips parting slightly, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.
“Give me half an hour…” he said, low, desperate. “I’ll be quick. Trust me.”
Taehyung swallowed hard, torn between desire and responsibility. “No… she’ll keep crying if I don’t go, and she won’t sleep anytime soon,” he said, smoothing his shirt back over his shoulder. “If you want, you can take the couch for the night.”
Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the waistband of his jeans, breathing ragged. His eyes flicked to Taehyung, full of frustration and need.
“Alright.” he said coldly, tone sharp, commanding.
Taehyung blinked, startled, feeling the sting of rejection mixed with longing. He scrambled backward, toward the bedroom, the tension between them crackling like static in the air.
Jungkook’s gaze followed him, dark, frustrated, his jaw tight, lips pressed into a thin line as he adjusted his jeans. The need hadn’t gone away... it simmered, hot and relentless.
Once Taehyung was gone, Jungkook let out a low, frustrated growl, pressing a hand to his forehead. Every inch of him ached, every muscle tight with desire, yet he forced himself to step away, to respect the moment—even if only barely.
His mind raced with what he wanted to do, how he would claim Taehyung properly once the timing was right.
Meanwhile, Taehyung leaned against the bedroom door, catching his breath. His heart hammered, cheeks still warm, and his body hummed with residual need.
He bit his lip, chastising himself silently, even as he admitted to himself how much he wanted Jungkook… how much he craved being controlled, touched, dominated by him. The memory of Jungkook’s words, his hands, the grinding pressure.... it lingered, refusing to fade.
Even from the other room, Jungkook’s presence haunted him. He could feel it, like a shadow pressing close. The coldness of his command, the heat of his desperation, and the tension that still thrummed in the air....it left Taehyung trembling.
He knew the moment they would return to each other would be explosive. And despite the interruption, despite Gyuri’s cries, he could already feel the inevitability of surrender, of losing himself entirely to Jungkook.