67
Third Person Pov
The night air hit Taehyung like a slap sharp, cold, and sobering. He stumbled, his wrist caught painfully in Jungkook’s grip as they pushed past the club doors. The bass faded behind them, replaced by the hum of the city and the distant siren wail.
“Let me go,” Taehyung muttered, tugging at Jungkook’s hold. His voice came out slurred but defiant.
“Shut up,” Jungkook’s tone was low, deadly calm, the kind that made Taehyung’s heart pound harder in his chest.
“Don’t tell m-me what to do.” Taehyung hissed, his body swaying slightly as the alcohol numbed his sense of reason. Jungkook didn’t reply. He just kept walking, dragging him like a disobedient child.
The car waited by the curb. sleek, black, and mercilessly quiet, just like its owner.
Taehyung twisted his wrist again, face tightening. Then, without warning, he yanked Jungkook’s hand toward his lips and sank his teeth into his skin.
Jungkook froze. The sting was sharp blood almost drawn but he didn’t flinch. He only stared, unblinking, as Taehyung glared up at him with glassy, furious eyes.
Taehyung bit harder, jaw trembling as if trying to prove a point he couldn’t even voice.
“Done?” Jungkook muttered finally, his voice dipping lower... not angry, but deadly calm.
When Taehyung didn’t let go only let his teeth dug deeper leaving marks on the older's skin, Jungkook’s patience snapped.
He moved fast too fast for Taehyung’s drunken state and pinned him against the car. The impact forced a gasp out of Taehyung as his back hit cold metal.
“Do not fcking test me.” Jungkook said through clenched teeth, his breath brushing against Taehyung’s cheek.
“Get off me,” Taehyung breathed, his voice trembling but his eyes still burning with that same reckless fire.
Jungkook’s fingers gripped Taehyung’s jaw, forcing his face upward. The pressure wasn’t bruising but it was enough to make Taehyung still. His breath hitched as he met Jungkook’s cold merciless eyes.
Taehyung’s pulse raced under Jungkook’s thumb. Then Jungkook’s other hand moved sliding down Taehyung’s side before finding the small of his back. His palm pressed against the fabric there, pulling him closer until their chests almost touched.
“I said don’t test me,” Jungkook repeated, low and dangerous.
Taehyung’s breath trembled. “Why…” he swallowed, forcing the words out, “why did you follow me to the club?”
Jungkook’s expression didn’t change, but his tone dropped lower, rougher. “Because I know you too well,” he said, eyes tracing Taehyung slowly. “You can’t step out without inviting trouble."
Taehyung’s eyes flashed. “I don’t need you to protect me.” He tried to twist away, but Jungkook’s grip only tightened, his fingers digging in.
“You’re drunk. Reckless. And you’re mine to handle when you lose control,” Jungkook said, his voice like steel wrapped in silk.
“Leave me,” Taehyung demanded, the words weak but sharp enough to cut.
Instead of answering, Jungkook’s hand squeezed firmly on Taehyung’s waist. Taehyung’s breath stuttered, a quiet whimper escaping before he could stop it.
Jungkook leaned in, his breath brushing Taehyung’s ear. “Now you’ll sit in the car,” he whispered, voice low and commanding. “And be a good boy for me… got it?”
Taehyung glared through the blur of alcohol, anger flashing behind his tears. “You can’t keep treating me like this,” he whispered, his voice breaking with frustration.
Jungkook leaned in close enough for his breath to brush Taehyung’s ear.
“Watch me.”
That was the last straw.
The moment Jungkook’s grip loosened just for a second Taehyung shoved him hard in the chest. The force made Jungkook stumble back half a step, his eyes narrowing in surprise.
Before he could react, Taehyung turned and ran his shoes scraping against the pavement, heart pounding in his ears, the night spinning around him.
“Taehyung!” Jungkook’s voice echoed behind him, low and furious.
But Taehyung didn’t look back. Not this time.
Jungkook stood still for a moment, watching Taehyung’s figure disappear into the distance, the echo of his footsteps fading into the night. His jaw tightened.
He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair in irritation. “He’s getting on my damn nerves,” he muttered under his breath.
With a hard sigh, he yanked open the car door and slid inside, the leather seat creaking beneath him. The moment the door shut, silence swallowed the world outside just the faint hum of his anger lingering in the air.
He pulled out a cigarette, stuck it between his lips, and lit it with a flick of his lighter. The flame briefly illuminated his face sharp jawline, tense eyes, exhaustion etched deep. He took a slow drag, the smoke curling through the cabin as he rolled down the window.
The cold wind hit his face, mingling with the scent of tobacco. He leaned back in the seat, one hand gripping the steering wheel, the other resting lazily out the window, cigarette glowing red at the tip.
His gaze lingered on the empty road ahead. A humorless smirk tugged at his lips.
He started the engine, the quiet rumble filling the night. With one hand on the steering wheel and smoke trailing from his lips, Jungkook turned the car around driving off into the shadows like a man chasing his own obsession.
Taehyung stumbled forward, his breath breaking into uneven gasps as his shoes scraped the asphalt. The night air was cold, biting against his flushed skin. He looked back nothing but darkness behind him.
“I won’t obey him tonight,” he whispered, words slurring as he half-ran, half-walked down the empty road. His legs trembled, his body swaying with every step. The world around him blurred a hazy mix of headlights, trees, and regret.
The road stretched endlessly, flanked by shadows of thick woods on either side. Crickets chirped in the distance, the only witness to his defiance. But even that sound couldn’t drown out the pounding of his heart.
He pressed a hand to his temple, wincing as the dizziness hit again.
“I… forgot to take my meds,” he muttered under his breath, voice thin with frustration.
His breathing quickened, fog escaping his lips in the chill.
He wiped his forehead with the back of his trembling hand, forcing his legs to keep moving.
And then the sharp sound of a car horn cut through the night.
Taehyung’s head snapped up. Headlights glowed in the distance, slicing through the darkness. A sleek black Mercedes rolled toward him, slow and deliberate. The engine’s hum echoed steady, menacing.
Jungkook.
Even from afar, Taehyung recognized that calm posture behind the wheel, one hand draped over the steering wheel, eyes fixed on him like a predator toying with prey.
Taehyung’s stomach twisted. He groaned under his breath and turned, forcing his unsteady legs to move faster. The gravel crunched beneath his shoes as he whispered shakily, “Not tonight.”
Behind him, the car followed... not fast, not urgent, just there. Unhurried.
Jungkook didn’t need to chase anymore. He knew Taehyung would tire long before he did.
Taehyung’s breaths came out ragged, each one burning his throat. His legs wobbled as his pace faltered, the night spinning around him. He glanced back those headlights were closer now, gliding down the road like a silent threat.
Jungkook’s silhouette was visible behind the wheel. His foot eased on the brake, letting the car crawl forward like a shadow that refused to leave.
Taehyung’s knees finally gave in. His body hit the cold asphalt, palms scraping against it. For a second, everything went quiet just the sound of his heartbeat and the low purr of the Mercedes approaching.
The headlights hit him full on, blinding and harsh. Taehyung squinted, his pulse hammering in his ears. The car slowed, honking once... a warning, or maybe a reminder of who held control here.
Then Jungkook’s hand slipped out the open window, fingers tapping the car door before gesturing slowly commanding... for him to get in.
Taehyung clenched his jaw, trembling as he looked up at that outstretched hand. “I won’t,” he yelled, voice cracking under the weight of anger and fear.
The car came to a stop a few feet away. Jungkook leaned back in his seat, one arm resting casually on the window frame. a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he folded his arms across his chest.
He didn’t speak. His silence alone screamed power.
Taehyung glared back, sitting stubbornly on the cold road, the faint breeze brushing through his hair as they stared each other down--husband and husband, prisoner and captor.
And the world around them stood still.
And then... he felt it.
A drop. Cold, sharp.
It hit his cheek, sliding down to his jaw before disappearing into the curve of his throat. Taehyung looked up, blinking as another one followed… and another. The sky cracked open, as if it had been holding its breath all this time.
Within seconds, rain began to fall—soft at first, then heavier, drumming against the asphalt, soaking his clothes until the black fabric clung to his skin. He flinched at the sudden chill, wrapping his arms around himself, but he didn’t move. Didn’t stand. Didn’t run.
He refused.
His legs ached; his body was still weak, trembling under the weight of leftover meds and exhaustion. But he stayed. Because getting into that car would mean surrendering and he was too tired of surrendering.
Across the rain-smeared windshield, Jungkook watched him. The wipers slid back and forth, clearing the view for him to keep staring at that stubborn figure sitting in the downpour like some wounded, furious ghost.
He brought the cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply. The orange tip glowed faintly in the dark as smoke swirled around his face. His expression didn’t shift not even once.
The two of them stayed like that. Taehyung in the rain, Jungkook in the warmth of his car. A silent standoff between defiance and obsession.
The world blurred between them, one soaked in rain, the other in smoke.
And still, neither looked away.
The rain poured harder now each drop hitting the road like tiny shards of glass.
Taehyung’s body trembled violently, his soaked shirt clinging to his skin, breath coming out in shallow puffs of steam. He tried to stand again, but his knees gave out, splashing into the shallow puddle beneath him.
Jungkook’s cigarette hit the wet asphalt with a hiss. The moment it died out, the car door clicked open.
Taehyung’s eyes widened as Jungkook stepped out... black trouser darkened by rain, shirt plastered to his chest, hair dripping, expression almost angry. He shut the door behind him with an almost lazy calm and started walking forward each step echoing between thunderclaps.
“Don’t,” Taehyung breathed out, voice shaking. “I–I won’t go.”
Jungkook didn’t reply. He kept walking until the younger’s shaky frame came into view, crouched in the middle of the empty road like a lost child refusing to move. He stopped in front of him, rain running down his face, lips pressed into a thin line.
When Taehyung tried to crawl backward, Jungkook bent down slightly. His hand shot out, fingers gripping Taehyung’s jaw enough to make him look up.
Their eyes met, one filled with fear, the other with madness.
“I’ve had enough of your tantrums already,” Jungkook said quietly, voice low, cutting through the sound of the storm.
Taehyung’s lips parted, trembling. “Let me go…” he whispered, trying to pull back.
But Jungkook’s hand left his jaw only to catch his ankle when he tried to move. His grip tightened, water dripping from his sleeve. and before Taehyung could protest again...
He leaned down, one arm sliding under Taehyung’s knees, the other around his back. In one smooth motion, Jungkook lifted him off the wet road, ignoring the younger’s weak attempts to resist.
“Stop it—put m-me down!” Taehyung hissed, voice breaking.
“Not happening,” Jungkook replied, tone calm but final, as if the decision had already been made long before the night began.
Jungkook didn’t seem to care about anything. He just held him tighter, turning back toward the car.
Jungkook yanked the car door open, his jaw tight and voice low but sharp.
“Sit inside,” he ordered.
Taehyung didn’t move at first, water still dripping from his hair, his clothes clinging to his trembling frame. The rain made it hard to see, but Jungkook’s tone left no room for argument. He finally climbed into the passenger seat, his breaths shaky.
"Try stepping out” Jungkook warned, his voice a dark whisper as his eyes dragged over Taehyung one last time before the door shut. “I dare you. You’ll be crying before I even count to ten.”
The door shut with a heavy thud, and the muffled sound of rain filled the silence inside. Taehyung hiccuped, wiping his wet face with the back of his hand, watching through the fogged window as Jungkook rounded the car.
Something in Taehyung’s chest twisted. His lips quivered as he clenched his jaw, his stubbornness winning over his weakness.
He shifted, crawling slightly over the console, and climbed into the driver’s seat.
His knees drew up to his chest as he sat facing the door, arms wrapped tightly around himself.
When Jungkook opened the door again, his brows furrowed.
The sight before him almost made him pause.
Taehyung sat curled up on the driver’s seat like a wild kitten cornered in the rain trembling, eyes wide and glistening, fear shimmering behind the faint defiance still lingering in his gaze. His damp hair stuck to his forehead, his clothes clinging to his body, every breath uneven yet quiet.
The CEO just stood there for a moment, the rain dripping from his coat as his eyes softened for the briefest second. But Taehyung’s hiccup broke the moment small, fragile, and heartbreakingly human.
He looked so lost. So small.
And yet… still too proud to let Jungkook see him as weak.
They stared at each other... silence thick, broken only by the sound of the rain hammering on the car roof.
“Stay there,” Taehyung stammered, his voice trembling as much as his body. “Stay there in the rain… like I was.”
Jungkook blinked, water still dripping from his hair.
He ran a hand through it, slicking it back, his chest rising and falling with restrained irritation.
His gaze flicked around the car, then back to Taehyung who sat there curled up, eyes wide and glassy, like he didn’t know whether to fight or cry.
“You’re not drinking again after today,” Jungkook said, tone low, a warning disguised as care.
Taehyung hiccuped, biting his lower lip. His wet lashes fluttered as he tried not to meet Jungkook’s eyes.
But Jungkook didn’t look away. He couldn’t.
His jaw clenched as his gaze trailed over Taehyung’s face.
.. the raindrops sliding down his cheek, tracing the curve of his jaw, disappearing beneath his collar.
His eyeliner had smudged slightly, his lips were wet and faintly swollen, and the dim light made his skin glow faintly under the sheen of water.
Jungkook swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His eyes dipped lower, catching the way Taehyung’s thighs were pressed tightly together, his arms wrapped protectively around himself vulnerable, defensive… and yet breathtaking.
Taehyung felt the intensity of his stare like fire licking at his skin. He shifted, his breath trembling, voice barely a whisper. “Don’t stare…”
Jungkook exhaled slowly, the sound rough and deep, like he was holding back too many words or something filthy.
“Then stop looking at me like that,” he muttered under his breath, eyes still locked on Taehyung’s.
The air between them felt charged, rain still falling, hearts still beating, and something unspoken stretching dangerously thin.
Jungkook poked his cheek with his tongue, gaze dropping from Taehyung’s face to the sharp lines of his thighs, taut beneath the soaked black trousers. Rain still clung to him, the droplets catching faint glimmers from the streetlights that filtered through the windshield.
“Spread them,” Jungkook said.
Taehyung blinked, startled. “Huh?” The word left his lips soft and unsure, barely louder than the hum of the rain.
Jungkook tilted his head, eyes dark. “I said spread them.” His tone dropped lower this time, like a warning.
Taehyung hesitated. His pulse was erratic, throat tight as he swallowed hard. He didn’t know if it was fear, defiance, or something far more dangerous curling in his stomach. Jungkook’s stare didn’t waver, it pinned him in place, daring him to disobey.
His fingers trembled as he finally shifted. Slowly, hesitantly, he moved his knees falling slightly apart, the wet fabric pulling tighter over his thighs. Jungkook’s gaze flickered down, jaw clenching, and the air between them grew heavier.
The CEO exhaled, running a hand through his wet hair before resting it against the top of the car door. His other hand tapped against the steering wheel, slow and rhythmic.
Taehyung’s eyes lifted, meeting his again. “W-what now?” he whispered, his voice breaking the silence like a secret neither of them should’ve shared.
Jungkook leaned closer, close enough for Taehyung to feel his breath mix with the cool rain air. “Now,” he said quietly, “you’ll listen.”
Taehyung’s breath hitched at Jungkook’s words. You’ll listen.
Rain thudded harder against the windshield, blurring the world outside into streaks of grey and silver.
"Get back to the passanger seat and put your seatbelt on."
Taehyung blinked, lips parted... legs still slightly apart, his knuckles white from gripping the seat. His heart hammered so loudly it nearly drowned out the storm. Did he–Did he just… reject me? The thought burned through his chest, humiliation prickling beneath his skin.
Jungkook had already leaned back, straightening to leave, his movements precise, detached as if the charged moment between them hadn’t just happened. But before he could step away, a trembling hand caught his belt.
The CEO froze.
Taehyung’s fingers curled around the smooth leather, holding tight. His voice came out soft, uncertain, laced with defiance. “You—You can’t just…”
The words faltered, lost somewhere between a plea and a challenge.
Jungkook’s head tilted slightly, his gaze dropping to where Taehyung’s hand clutched his belt buckle so close to him, so unguarded. His jaw tightened. The low light caught on the water still dripping from his hair, tracing down the sharp line of his cheek.
When he finally looked up, his eyes met Taehyung’s but burning with something restrained.
“Don’t do this,” Jungkook said, breath catching when Taehyung’s fingers brushed his zipper.
Taehyung laughed weakly, eyes hazy. “What—what’s your problem?” His words stumbled out, lips trembling. “All this time you… you play with me, make me want things I shouldn’t, and now–now when I finally want it myself, you suddenly grow a conscience?”
Jungkook clenched his jaw. “You’ll cry about this later.”
“I won’t,” Taehyung mumbled, shaking his head slowly. His voice was soft, but the ache in it cut deep.
When Jungkook tried to push his hand away, Taehyung gripped tighter, eyes glassy.
“You’re such a… such a cruel man, you know that?
” His voice cracked, the alcohol thinning his restraint.
“You ruin me and then stand there like you’re clean.
I should hate you… I really should…” He laughed under his breath, a sound closer to a sob.
“But look at me. Still here. Still wanting you. I disgust myself.”
His chest rose and fell unevenly.
“I’m so tired,” he whispered. “I can’t even die, you know that?
I tried once… that day on the bridge. I wanted to.
I was ready. But then… then Binnie’s face came to me and I…
I couldn’t. I held your hand instead.” He looked up with a dazed smile, eyes red.
“After him… I don’t even have a reason to stay. Not with you. Not like this.”
He swallowed hard, voice shaking. “And now, when I finally want something for myself—just once—you act like I don’t matter. Like I’m invisible.”
“You’re drunk,” Jungkook said quietly.
Taehyung let out a bitter chuckle. “It’s not like that ever stopped you before.” His eyes glistened. “You’ve done it before too. So what’s different now?”
Jungkook looked away, jaw clenched.
“What changed?” Taehyung’s voice cracked. “I-I need to know.”
Jungkook had no answer. Maybe he didn’t want Taehyung to wake up in regret. Maybe he didn’t want to see that same brokenness again. Maybe—he’d changed.
Taehyung gave a broken laugh, voice sharp with pain. “Just say it then. Say you don’t even get hard anymore. Guess you’re getting old already...”
He turned to move back to the passenger seat, but Jungkook’s hand shot out, grabbing his arm roughly. Taehyung gasped as Jungkook dragged him out of the car and slammed him against it.
“What did you just say?” Jungkook’s voice was low, dangerous.
He grabbed Taehyung’s hand and shoved it against his crotch.
“It’s been hard since the moment you opened your legs,” he hissed.
Taehyung’s breath caught, his body freezing. A single tear rolled down his cheek not from fear, but from the ache of everything unsaid.
“Please numb these feelings… just for tonight,” Taehyung whispered.
The rain fell harder, soaking through his clothes, blurring the world into a quiet ache. The road was empty, eerily still, the woods on either side whispering filthy things into the night.
Jungkook stood there, chest heaving, pinning Taehyung against the slick metal of the car. The downpour traced their faces, dripping from their lashes like tears neither of them would admit to.
Jungkook leaned in, his breath mingling with Taehyung’s, their lips hovering a breath apart.
“You’ll hate yourself tomorrow for asking this,” he murmured.
Taehyung’s voice trembled. “I already hate myself enough.”
And before either could think, Jungkook’s lips met his.
The kiss was slow deep as if Jungkook wanted to erase every distance he’d built between them. His hand slid around Taehyung’s waist, pulling him closer until there was no space left to breathe, only the sound of rain and two hearts breaking in sync.
Jungkook tilted his head, deepening the kiss.
Taehyung’s breath hitched as his eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the heat of the moment. Jungkook’s hand wandered, tracing the lines of Taehyung’s body before pulling him closer, their bodies pressing together until the air between them burned.
A soft sound escaped Taehyung’s lips at the friction against his pants, his fingers tangling in Jungkook’s damp hair as he drew him nearer.
The car behind them slick with water, their shadows trembling under the dim light.
Jungkook’s lips moved rougher now, the kiss turning from hesitant to hungry, from restraint to something raw.
“I could take you right here, right now,” Jungkook whispered into the kiss, biting Taehyung’s lip and turning it almost painful. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down to Taehyung’s neck as he unbuttoned the black shirt.
Taehyung drew a sharp, shaky breath. “Do it,” he whispered, tilting his head to give more access.
Jungkook groaned at the sound, his grip on Taehyung tightening until it made him whimper.
His hands went to his belt as he unbuckled it.
The rain had slowed to a soft drizzle, tapping lightly against the car.
Taehyung swallowed hard, his breath catching as he watched Jungkook unzip his trousers and tug them down, his movements steady and unhurried.
He untucked his damp shirt, pushing his boxers down with one hand, eyes never leaving Taehyung.
“Sit down.” Jungkook ordered, voice low and rough.
He kept his hand on the car door with an impatient exhale, his wet hair clinging to his forehead.
Taehyung hesitated for a heartbeat before lowering himself to his knees on the wet ground.
The sound of rain and their uneven breathing filled the air.
Jungkook’s chest rose and fell rapidly, tension thick between them as Taehyung looked up with wide, uncertain eyes.
Jungkook’s hand moved lower as he freed himself, and Taehyung’s throat bobbed, a hard, audible gulp lost in the rain.
“Suck,” Jungkook said, and Taehyung bit his lip as he wrapped his fingers around his cock. When he looked up again, Jungkook’s eyes were heavy with lust and desire.
He pumped his hand a little, a shiver running down his spine at the sound of Jungkook groaning.
“Fuck,” Jungkook hissed, grabbing Taehyung’s hand to quicken the pace.
Taehyung gasped.
“You’re so fucking slow. Is this your first time giving me a blowjob?” Jungkook asked.
Taehyung shook his head. "N-no."
“Do it properly,” Jungkook ordered, and Taehyung nodded, moving faster as he opened his mouth and leaned in.
Jungkook stood there, holding Taehyung’s head as Taehyung finally took him in.
Jungkook felt the heat of Taehyung’s mouth and it shattered what little control he had left. His breath hitched, eyes falling shut as a wave of raw pleasure rolled through him. Taehyung bobbed his head with hesitant determination, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from the effort.
Jungkook’s hand found the back of his head, his voice a low rasp. “you were crying for my cock just a minute ago.." he murmured, "now don't fckin hold back."
There was something cruel in his tone, but admiration lingered beneath it, the kind that made Taehyung’s stomach twist despite the humiliation.
Taehyung choked out a small sound as Jungkook’s grip tightened, forcing him closer. “Too much,” he tried to say, his voice breaking, but Jungkook didn’t seem to hear him. His jaw flexed, breath heavy, every thrust In Taehyung's mouth rough with emotion.
Taehyung whimpered, struggling to keep up with the pace.
Saliva dripped down his chin as he looked up, maintaining eye contact with Jungkook, who gripped his hair tighter.
The sound of crickets was the only thing echoing on the empty road as Taehyung pleasured his husband, quickening his pace slightly.
“Don’t tease me like that,” Jungkook rasped, breath uneven, as Taehyung sucked on the tip, making him lose all control, his cock swelling even more.
“Mhm…” Taehyung moaned, taking the length properly this time.
Jungkook’s head fell back as a groan tore from his throat, the cool night air mixing with the heat rising between them. His hand tightened in Taehyung’s hair, guiding his movements with rough precision.
“Just like that…” he muttered under his breath, voice low and strained. Taehyung obeyed, hollowing his cheeks as his eyes fluttered closed, the salty taste spreading across his tongue. His fingers clutched Jungkook's trouser, desperate to steady himself.
Jungkook looked down, chest heaving, and the sight almost drove him mad Taehyung on his knees, flushed cheeks, lips wrapped around his cock, eyes glistening with tears. The mix of innocence and sin made his pulse race.
“Fuck look at this desperate bitch—” he hissed, tugging him closer, his hips thrusting forward without thought. Taehyung gagged softly but didn’t pull away; instead, he tried to match the rhythm, the wet sounds filling the quiet night.
Jungkook’s breath grew heavier, his voice breaking between curses and moans. “Just a little more, and I’ll fuck you real good after this…” he growled.
Taehyung nodded, gagging around his length, his eyes rolling back. With a final thrust, Jungkook came inside Taehyung’s mouth. Taehyung tried to pull back, but Jungkook shoved it deeper.
“Aah—” Taehyung whimpered as the liquid filled his mouth, forcing him to swallow. Some of it spilled onto his clothes. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he gulped the last drop.
Before he could catch his breath, Jungkook grabbed him by the arms, pulling him up. Taehyung’s steps were unsteady as Jungkook pinned him against the car, his chest pressing against Taehyung’s back. Jungkook’s lips found his ear, kissing it before tugging Taehyung’s shirt down from his shoulder.
Taehyung whimpered when Jungkook bit him, the sensation sharp and intoxicating. His unclothed length pressed against Taehyung’s clothed backside.
“Need…” Taehyung whispered shakily.
Jungkook sucked on his shoulder, tugging at his waistband. Taehyung fumbled with the button of his trousers, unfastening it before Jungkook pulled them down.
“Tonight, let me make you forget everything,” Jungkook said, voice low and rough.
Taehyung bit his lip. “Forget what? Everything you caused?”
Jungkook didn’t answer. Silence fell over the rain-slicked road, the world reduced to the heat between them. Then, without warning, Jungkook spun him around, pressing his mouth to Taehyung’s in a fierce, demanding kiss. His length ground against Taehyung’s stomach, heavy and insistent.
“The pain, the blame… me.” Jungkook murmured against the kiss.