67 II M
Third Person Pov
The kiss had turned hungry now, all restraint melting into the humid air around them. Jungkook broke it abruptly, his breath brushing against Taehyung's swollen lips.
Taehyung's hands moved before his mind could catch up.
He lifted them, palms warm as they framed Jungkook's face, thumbs brushing his jawline with something that felt too gentle for how desperate he felt.
He leaned in, lips brushing Jungkook's again softer this time, more like surrender than invitation.
"you're hypnotizing..." he whispered, voice barely holding steady against Jungkook's mouth.
Jungkook swallowed, the muscles in his throat working as his eyes darkened. A low breath escaped him almost a growl before he reached behind Taehyung, yanking open the car door.
Without warning, he guided him back until Taehyung hit the seat with a soft thud. The night air rushed in, cool against their heated skin.
Taehyung leaned back, heart pounding so loud it echoed in his ears. His legs trembled slightly as they parted on instinct, every nerve screaming for Jungkook's touch.
Jungkook moved closer, his tall frame casting a shadow over Taehyung. His voice dropped to something rough, possessive, a tone that sent shivers crawling up Taehyung's spine.
"Pull it down."
Taehyung froze for half a heartbeat before nodding, his fingers trembling as they hooked at the waistband of his trousers.
He hesitated just long enough for Jungkook to notice the nervous flutter of his lashes, then slid them down slowly, the fabric brushing against his skin before pooling at his ankles.
Jungkook took the garment wordlessly, tossing it aside without breaking eye contact. His gaze dragged down Taehyung's body, unhurried and intense, as though memorizing every inch.
Taehyung shifted under that stare, heat rising to his cheeks. He parted his legs again, this time not out of obedience but need... quiet, aching need that left him breathless.
Jungkook's jaw tightened, eyes lingering between Taehyung's thighs before trailing up again to meet his gaze. He leaned forward slightly, his breath ghosting over Taehyung's skin, his tone low and husky when he finally spoke.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me right now?"
Taehyung shook his head.
"Good," Jungkook said, gripping Taehyung's thighs, his fingers digging in.
"Aah..." Taehyung moaned, clutching the car seat and shifting back a little to give Jungkook more space. Jungkook leaned in, kissing Taehyung's skin, his thighs sucking hard enough to leave marks as Taehyung's back arched with a shaky moan.
He gripped Jungkook's shoulder when Jungkook moved lower, trailing kisses along his inner thighs. Taehyung's own length stood erect as he grabbed it, pumping slowly, gasping when Jungkook sucked harder on his sensitive skin... and then froze when he felt Jungkook's tongue teasing his entrance.
Jungkook spat on it, the wet sound making Taehyung whimper at the sheer dominance. A moment later, he felt one finger slide inside.
"Ahh-mhm!" Taehyung cried out.
"my pretty wildcat... moaning for me already," Jungkook muttered against his skin, sucking at the same spot while his finger stretched him. He moved up, kissing the other thigh, his finger still working inside Taehyung, who whimpered helplessly.
Then his cry turned louder when Jungkook added another finger, thrusting deeper. Jungkook came up, his lips finding Taehyung's chest, sucking and biting, leaving more marks. Taehyung's hands tangled in Jungkook's hair as he kept sucking on his nipples.
"I want to impregnate you..." Jungkook murmured, his voice rough.
Taehyung's eyes widened. "I-I'm a man," he whispered.
Jungkook smirked, shaking his head before biting down on the nipple, making Taehyung cry out even louder.
Taehyung instinctively tried to press his thighs together, desperate to block Jungkook's touch, but when Jungkook slapped them apart, a sharp whimper escaped his lips.
Jungkook leaned closer, capturing his cries with deep, demanding kisses, silencing him as his fingers began to stretch him slowly, deliberately, then thrusting in and out with growing urgency.
"You like that, don't you?" Jungkook murmured, smirking against his mouth. "Little brat, squirming for me... you're dripping for me already."
Taehyung's hands fisted into Jungkook's shoulders, his teeth sinking into his lips in a mix of protest and need. The sharp sting of Jungkook's pace made him gasp and shudder, his eyes squeezing shut against the overwhelming sensation.
Jungkook's lips trailed along Taehyung's jaw and neck, his fingers never pausing, keeping a relentless rhythm that made Taehyung arch into him despite himself.
His moans were muffled against Jungkook's mouth, his body trembling with the intensity, every nerve alight, every instinct screaming for more even as he tried, futilely, to resist.
Jungkook pulled back just enough to look into Taehyung's eyes, his gaze dark and demanding, as if reading every flicker of desire and hesitation. Taehyung's chest heaved, lips parted, eyes glistening with a mix of need and protest, and Jungkook smirked, leaning in again.
This time, his movements slowed deliberately, teasing Taehyung, stretching him just enough to make him writhe and whimper, craving more with every agonizing second.
Taehyung's hands clutched at Jungkook's shoulders, then dug into his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for the next wave of sensation.
Jungkook's mouth trailed hot, demanding kisses along Taehyung's neck and collarbone, nipping and sucking in a rhythm that matched the thrust of his fingers. Every flick of his tongue, every press of his lips against sensitive skin, drove Taehyung further into a dizzying haze of pleasure.
"Ah-please..." Taehyung gasped, voice breaking, as his body arched involuntarily into every touch. Jungkook groaned against him, the sound vibrating through Taehyung's chest, and he pressed even harder, his pace increasing with an almost predatory hunger.
Taehyung's world narrowed to the feel of Jungkook.
.. fingers, lips, heat, and motion. The pain had melted into a sharp, intoxicating pleasure that left him trembling, moaning, and completely at Jungkook's mercy, every nerve screaming for release, every thought lost in the relentless rhythm of their connection.
Jungkook pulled his fingers out just as Taehyung was trembling on the edge, making him gasp sharply, shivers running through his body.
"Spread them properly.," Jungkook spat, his voice low and commanding. Taehyung's hands shook as he obeyed, cheeks flushed, his breath coming in quick, uneven pants.
Jungkook aligned himself against Taehyung's entrance, teasing the tip in slow, deliberate circles. Taehyung's head fell back, lips parting as he fought to stay quiet.
"Mhmm... don't tease," he tried to warn, voice shaky, but a desperate whine slipped out anyway.
Jungkook smirked against his skin, brushing a thumb over his flushed cheek. "Oh, you love it when I tease you, don't you? You can't even pretend you're in control," he murmured, dark and low, the words sending another shiver through Taehyung.
Then, in one sharp motion, Jungkook thrust in, filling him completely. Taehyung's eyes rolled back, a strangled cry escaping him as every nerve lit on fire.
"Fuck... so tight," Jungkook groaned, leaning down to kiss him roughly, muffling Taehyung's moans. "You feel so good, taking me so well...."
Taehyung's hands clutched at Jungkook's shoulders, trying to anchor himself as waves of pleasure rolled through him. "Yes... ahh..." he moaned, trembling beneath him.
"You're mine," Jungkook whispered, voice heavy with heat.
"Yes... ahh... I'm yours..." Taehyung whimpered, utterly exposed, every nerve on fire.
"Good," Jungkook sneered, thrusting harder. "Stop pretending you don't love how helpless you sound everytime you take my cock."
Taehyung's cries filled the car, a mix of pain, desperation, and submission, as Jungkook continued to dominate him completely, relishing every shiver, every whimper, every small, helpless sound that confirmed he was utterly powerless under him.
The car rocked slightly with every thrust, confined space amplifying the intensity between them. Jungkook's dark gaze locked onto Taehyung's, a storm behind his eyes that made Taehyung shiver uncontrollably.
Taehyung whimpered, eyes wide, body trembling, and before he could protest, Jungkook's hand shot up to his throat. Fingers curling around Taehyung's neck, he pressed just enough to make him gasp.
"Ah-hurts..." Taehyung choked out, eyes watering, the thrill of fear mixing with desperate need.
"Taehyung," Jungkook hissed, his thumb brushing the skin of Taehyung's jaw as he maintained the grip. "I want to memorize every sound you make when I touch you."
Taehyung's legs shook violently, clutching at the seat, body writhing, helpless under the combination of pressure and relentless thrusting. "Yes...please...mhm."
Jungkook's grin was dark, predatory, as he tightened his hold for a moment, then released just enough to let Taehyung gulp in air, his chest heaving. "Good little cunt... can't even breathe without me letting you," he whispered, voice low, dripping with dominance.
Taehyung's hands dug into Jungkook's shoulders as his body trembled from overstimulation, head falling back against the seat, lips parted, moans and whimpers spilling uncontrollably.
Jungkook leaned down and kissed Taehyung's temple before thrusting sharply, fingers tightening again around his throat,
Taehyung's vision blurred slightly, a mix of heat, pleasure, and panic, but all he could do was cling to Jungkook, voice breaking as he begged,
Jungkook's grip around Taehyung's throat tightened, making him gasp and whimper uncontrollably. When Taehyung's cries grew louder, Jungkook slapped him sharply across the face.
My beautiful mess… you really love getting slapped during sex, don’t you? Jungkook sneered, eyes dark with dominance.
Taehyung's head shook weakly at first, then he nodded, voice trembling. "Y-yes... I... I like it..."
A cruel smirk spread across Jungkook's face. He grabbed Taehyung's jaw firmly, forcing him to look up, then thrust hard, driving deep as he delivered another sharp slap. This time harder.
"Good boy," Jungkook murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "You take it so well... my beautiful wildcat. All these cries, all these tears... it's exactly what I want to see."
Taehyung shivered violently, lips parted, moaning through the sting of the slaps and the sharp pleasure of Jungkook's relentless thrusts. Every word, every movement, every degrading action pulled him further under Jungkook's control, leaving him trembling, exposed, and utterly powerless.
Jungkook yanked Taehyung's hair, forcing him to look up. "Turn around and get into your original position, like the littlefuck you are," he growled.
Taehyung whimpered, trembling, as he obeyed, hands bracing against the car window. He shifted into doggy style, body shaking, cheeks flushed with both fear and need.
Jungkook's hands immediately gripped Taehyung's ass, squeezing firmly, making him moan involuntarily. Then, without warning, a sharp slap landed on his cheek, eliciting a louder moan.
"Mhmm..." Taehyung gasped, shivering from the sting and pleasure.
Jungkook exhaled, running a hand through his damp hair, before pushing Taehyung's hips back, aligning himself with precision. His hard cock pressed against Taehyung's entrance, teasing him for a brief moment before sliding back inside.
Taehyung's eyes widened, a strangled gasp escaping him as Jungkook thrust in, deeper, harder, each movement punishing and exhilarating at the same time.
"Look at your hole... taking me so well, " Jungkook hissed, voice low and dangerous.
Taehyung's body trembled with every thrust, hands gripping the window as his breath hitched. The sting of the slap, the heat of Jungkook inside him, and the weight of his domination left him trembling, lost completely to the relentless rhythm and cruel pleasure.
Jungkook's grip on Taehyung's hips tightened, his thrusts relentless, driving deep with a precision that made every nerve in Taehyung's body scream.
"Fck..." Jungkook growled, his voice low and harsh. "you love being used, don't you?"
Taehyung whimpered, head falling forward, lips grazing the car window "Y-yes... ah... I... I love it..."
"Of course you do," Jungkook sneered, slapping his ass sharply, making him jerk forward. "Such a pathetic little cunt... taking every hit, every thrust, and loving it."
Taehyung moaned loudly, hands gripping the car window as he tried to steady himself. "J-Jungkook... please..."
"Please what?" Jungkook snapped, smirking darkly. "You don't get to ask for anything. You exist to scream my name while I fuck you like you deserve."
Another sharp slap hit Taehyung's ass, making him gasp, hips lifting involuntarily into Jungkook's thrust. "Mhmm... yes..."
Jungkook leaned closer, hand sliding over Taehyung's back, then yanking his hair again, forcing him to look at his reflection on the car window. "See yourself, Look at how desperate you are for me... look at how worthless you are without me."
Taehyung's chest heaved, tears mixing with sweat, voice broken. "I... I'm yours...all yours..."
"Good," Jungkook hissed, thrusting harder, fingers digging into his hips. "Say it again! Say you're nothing without me."
"I-I'm nothing... nothing without you..." Taehyung gasped, every word shaking from overwhelming pleasure and submission.
Jungkook pressed his lips against Taehyung's shoulder, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
"You were the one saying I'm too old... that I couldn't get hard anymore," he murmured, teasing as he pushed in deeper.
Taehyung's tears slipped down his cheeks, the stretch almost unbearable, leaving him feeling completely exposed.
"Look at you now," Jungkook continued, voice low and hungry. "completely undone by my cock."
Tears slipped from Taehyung's eyes, streaking down his flushed cheeks. "I-I shouldn't have said that..." he murmured, voice trembling, as Jungkook's pace continued to increase, relentless and consuming.
His hands slammed against the car window instinctively, but Jungkook caught them, his large hands interlocking with Taehyung's and pressing them firmly against the glass.
The smooth surface fogged from their shared heat, yet neither of them cared.
.. their world had shrunk to the car, to the rhythm of their bodies, to the friction and fire of each movement.
Jungkook didn't slow, didn't pause, and Taehyung didn't want him to.
Every thrust drove deeper, sharper, sending jolts of pleasure that blurred the lines between pain and ecstasy.
His mind had gone completely hazy, every worry, every humiliation, every frustration from his life outside vanishing in the haze of sensation.
There was only this, the press of Jungkook against him, the heat of his body, the way his name fell from Jungkook's lips like a command, like worship.
The car felt smaller, almost too tight, amplifying every movement.
Taehyung's breath came in ragged gasps, heart pounding, body trembling with overstimulation.
He let out soft, incoherent moans, his world reduced to the intense pleasure coiling through him, the friction, the wet heat, the relentless rhythm.
"Taehyung..." Jungkook groaned, voice deep and rough, teeth grazing his shoulder. "You feel so good... so fucking good for me."
Taehyung's hands flexed against the glass, knuckles white, eyes squeezed shut. "Ah..." he gasped, voice broken, lost completely to the fire burning through him.
Every nerve felt alive, every muscle quivering. The world outside didn't exist there was only the fogged glass, the warmth of Jungkook's body, the grip on his hands, and the intense, all-consuming pleasure that left him gasping, trembling, and utterly undone.
Taehyung's own length throbbed, heavy with need, and he gasped as Jungkook's hand suddenly wrapped around it.
His eyes widened, Jungkook had never done this before.
"Ah... Jungkook..." Taehyung moaned, trembling as heat pooled low in his belly, every nerve igniting under the unexpected touch.
Jungkook's thrusts didn't slow; if anything, they grew harder, deeper, more urgent. With each motion, he pumped Taehyung's length in perfect sync with his own, dragging him closer to the edge.
"shh let me pleasure you." Jungkook murmured, voice low and rough, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Taehyung's neck.
Taehyung's breath hitched, his hands gripping the car interior as waves of pleasure began to crash through him. The sensation of being filled and touched simultaneously, the warmth and pressure, made his mind go blissfully blank.
"Oh... I'm... I'm... ahh..." Taehyung cried out, hips jerking involuntarily as his body began to coil, every thrust from Jungkook sending shivers through him.
Jungkook's movements were relentless, merciless, yet careful enough to push Taehyung past the brink without breaking him too soon. His hand stroked, his hips thrust, and Taehyung felt like he was being taken apart and remade at the same time.
"I... I'm... I'm c-coming..." Taehyung gasped, eyes rolling back as his body trembled violently. The pleasure built impossibly high, every nerve ending screaming in exquisite overload, the fog of bliss consuming him entirely.
Jungkook groaned, adjusting his rhythm to match Taehyung's shudders, pushing him over the edge. The heat, the pressure, the sensation of being owned and worshiped all at once made Taehyung cry out, a long, shattering sound that echoed through the car.
Every thrust, every touch, every moan from Jungkook pushed him further, until finally, Taehyung's body broke into a quivering, trembling mess, entirely lost in the tidal wave of ecstasy, his mind emptied of everything but pure, unfiltered pleasure.
Jungkook came deep inside Taehyung, the warmth of him overwhelming, while Taehyung shuddered and came around Jungkook's hand, gasping uncontrollably.
Taehyung collapsed onto the seat instantly, his stomach pressing against the leather, chest heaving, every nerve on fire. Jungkook followed, lying on top of him, chest flush against his back, heat and heartbeat mingling.
Their breathing was ragged, shallow, hearts pounding in unison. Jungkook hele him close, while Jungkook rested his forehead against Taehyung's shoulder, savoring the weight of him, the closeness, the intimacy of the moment.
For a few minutes, the car was silent except for their heavy breaths and the faint sound of the city outside. Every lingering touch, every brush of skin, every warmth between them spoke of the shared intensity, the release, and the closeness that left them both trembling and utterly spent.
Jungkook stayed inside Taehyung, still and warm, before slowly pulling out. Taehyung gasped at the sudden emptiness, body trembling from the overstimulation.
Then, soft kisses began to trail along his spine, each one sending a shiver down his body.
Jungkook's tongue traced the curve of his back, pressing gentle, lingering kisses, and then moved lower to his waist. Taehyung hummed softly, eyes swollen from tears, overwhelmed by the combination of pleasure and tenderness.
"Taehyung..." Jungkook murmured, pressing his face into Taehyung's shoulder.
"Hmm..." Taehyung hummed in response, the moment stretching, intimate and heavy. Every touch, every sound, felt impossibly sharp, raw with feeling.
And then, Jungkook's words came, almost unintentionally, almost lost in the haze of sensation: "I... love you... Taehyung..."
Time seemed to stop. Taehyung froze, heart skipping a beat, chest tightening. His world blurred around him; for a second, it was as if everything outside the car had vanished. His heart thudded wildly, faster than he could comprehend.
Jungkook kissed Taehyung's shoulder again, eyes closed, lost in the daze of the moment. He hadn't meant to say it, he hadn't even realized he had but it had slipped out, raw and unfiltered.
Taehyung's hands shook, fingers gripping the leather of the seat, eyes brimming with tears.
The words hung between them, heavy and impossible to ignore.
For the first time in a long while, everything.
...every tension, every fear, every need blurred into one overwhelming truth: Jungkook loved him.
Tears streaked down Taehyung's cheeks, hot and relentless, but he didn't say a word. He couldn't. He couldn't process it. Jungkook... loved him? After everything... the manipulation, the way he had tormented him, the nights filled with anger.
Taehyung's hands curled into fists in his lap.
His nails bit into his palms as memories flashed through his mind the nights he had cried alone, the humiliation, the fear, the twisted moments where Jungkook had pushed him to his limits.
And yet... after all of it, after every shred of pain, Jungkook Loved him?
How dare he?
He gritted his teeth, swallowing the lump in his throat, feeling the tears continue to fall. His chest ached, tight and suffocating. Slowly, shakily, he moved. "Please move..." he whispered, voice raw, barely audible.
Jungkook's eyes narrowed, as he sat up and reached for wet wipes from the side. The mundane motion felt heavy, deliberate. Taehyung closed his legs instinctively, body rigid, hands trembling as he began searching for his clothes.
"I... I can do it myself," he stammered, his voice breaking slightly. He reached for the wipes, fingers shaking as he wiped himself carefully, refusing to meet Jungkook's gaze.
Jungkook's eyes lingered on him, unblinking, a strange mix of something Taehyung couldn't read.
... pride, desire, maybe frustration. After a moment, Jungkook pulled on his own clothes silently, methodically, giving Taehyung the space he needed yet somehow still filling it with the weight of his presence.
Taehyung tugged on his shirt, pulling it over his head, buttons fumbling in his trembling hands. He dressed quickly, efficiently, but deliberately avoided looking at Jungkook. Not because he didn't want to, but because he was terrified of what would happen if he did.
Jungkook leaned slightly toward him, his expression softening just enough to make Taehyung's heart constrict painfully. But Taehyung shifted back, a brittle, desperate motion. "I'm... sleepy," he said, voice tight, brittle. "I want to go home."
Jungkook exhaled, low and slow, the sound heavy with something Taehyung couldn't name.
Resignation, maybe. Regret. Desire. He opened the door, stepped out, then moved to the driver's side.
He glanced back once at the passenger seat, waiting for Taehyung to get on the passenger seat but Taehyung didn't move.
He stayed frozen, shoulders tense, hands clenched into tight fists, jaw rigid.
His mind was a storm, part of him wanted to collapse into Jungkook's arms, wanted to feel the warmth and closeness again; another part wanted to run, to escape the raw intensity of their connection, to shield himself from the vulnerability that terrified him.
Jungkook didn't say anything. He just started the engine. The sound was deafening in the quiet of Taehyung's thoughts, a cold hum that seemed to echo all the things left unsaid between them.
He stared out the window, fists tightening so hard his knuckles whitened. His mind screamed, heart racing, tears still slipping down his face. He loves me. Jungkook loves me...
The city lights streaked past, blurred by his tears and exhaustion. He wanted to close his eyes, to shut everything out, but the weight of Jungkook beside him, the lingering warmth of his touch, and the memory of his whispered "I love you" pressed against his mind like a brand.
Taehyung's body shook slightly, quiet, almost imperceptibly, as the car moved forward. He clutched his own hands in his lap, knuckles digging into his palms, as though holding onto himself could anchor him from being swept away entirely by the storm inside.
Jungkook's knuckles tightened around the steering wheel as his gaze flicked to the rearview mirror.
Taehyung sat quietly in the backseat, his head turned toward the window, face hidden in the shadow of the night. Jungkook's jaw flexed. He couldn't believe the words that had slipped from his own mouth earlier... I love you.
The air between them was thick, suffocating. Neither spoke. Only the rhythmic sound of rain against the car roof filled the silence, growing heavier with each passing mile.
After nearly half an hour, the car rolled to a stop in front of the Jeon Mansion. The clock on the dashboard blinked-2:03 a.m.
The sudden halt made Taehyung flinch. Jungkook glanced back, but Taehyung quickly averted his gaze and pushed open the door. Jungkook's words still echoed in his mind, refusing to fade.
The moment Taehyung stepped out, his legs wobbled slightly, his steps uneven from the earlier intensity. Jungkook watched silently through the rain-smeared windshield before unbuckling his seatbelt and following him out.
Inside, the mansion was dim, the only light coming from the soft glow of a side lamp.
Taehyung froze midway when he saw Gyubin curled up on the couch, hugging his bunny plushie tightly, fast asleep. His expression softened instantly. He walked toward his son, wincing at the dull ache in his thighs, and knelt beside him.
Brushing a gentle hand across Gyubin's cheek, Taehyung placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
"Appa..." the boy murmured in his sleep, clutching Taehyung's shirt tighter.
Taehyung smiled faintly, his heart twisting. He carefully lifted Gyubin into his arms, but his steps faltered halfway, the pain shooting up his legs. Before he could stumble, a hand caught his arm.
He turned... Jungkook stood there, expression blank in the dim light.
Taehyung swallowed hard but didn't say anything. Jungkook silently took Gyubin from his arms, the contact brief but grounding. Taehyung exhaled shakily, relieved of the weight yet unable to meet Jungkook's gaze.
They walked together, wordless. Jungkook followed closely behind, his presence quiet but heavy.
When they reached Taehyung's bedroom, Jungkook carefully placed Gyubin on the bed and adjusted the blanket over him. Taehyung stood a few feet away, fingers gripping the hem of his trousers, head bowed low.
For a long moment, Jungkook just looked at him, something flickering in his eyes but he didn't speak. Without a word, he turned around and walked out, closing the door softly behind him.
The silence that followed was unbearable. Taehyung rubbed his eyes, blinking away the sting before limping toward the closet. He grabbed a pair of soft pajamas and slipped into the bathroom.
The mirror reflected a tired face, eyes rimmed red. As he splashed cold water over his skin, the memory of Jungkook's voice came rushing back.
How could he just say that? he whispered under his breath, voice breaking. He gripped the edge of the sink, shaking his head as tears rolled down freely.
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Jungkook entered his room, the door shutting behind him with a quiet thud. He ran a hand through his hair, the frustration in his movements sharp and restless. His reflection in the dark window stared back at him, expression tight, eyes hollow.
"How could I fucking say that..." he muttered, voice low, almost detached.
He crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. His jaw ticked as silence filled the room, only the rain outside breaking through the quiet.
He rubbed his face, fingers pressing into his temples as if that could erase the words that had slipped out.
"How could I expect something more," he said under his breath, the words heavy, quiet. His voice dropped further, almost to a whisper. "When I'm the reason his sister's gone... and he doesn't even know."
He leaned back, eyes hardening again the mask falling back into place. The guilt was there, yes, but buried deep under control, the way it always was.
He leaned back, eyes fixed on the ceiling. The dim light cast faint shadows across his face, outlining the exhaustion he could never quite shake off. The silence pressed in suffocating until the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat.
The lives he took.
The ones that screamed in his head when it got too quiet.
All of it came rushing back... the anger, the chaos, the blood he could never wash off no matter how many times he tried. His fingers twitched against the sheets, jaw tightening as he shut his eyes.
Jungkook was restless. Sleep refused to come. Every time he shut his eyes, the memories clawed back to life the screams, the sirens, the faces he could never forget. He turned to the side, staring at the empty half of his bed, the sheets still untouched, cold.
And the only one who could ever silence that noise, the only one who could pull him into sleep was in the other room.
Wide awake. Hugging their son.
He dragged a hand over his face, exhaling shakily. He could almost picture it Taehyung's arms around Gyubin, the boy's tiny head pressed to his chest, both wrapped in that quiet kind of love Jungkook had never known how to keep.
He hated that even after everything, Taehyung could still calm the storm inside him and he wasn't even trying.