40- The Closest Weve Ever Been
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It was late into the night.After everyone in the household finished dinner and gradually retired to their rooms, Jungkook finally wrapped up the remaining chores.
Exhausted, she made her way down the hallway to her bedroom.The moment she stepped inside, she noticed Taehyung already lying on his side of the bed, his eyes closed.She frowned slightly.
After finishing her simple skincare routine, she climbed onto the bed as quietly as possible.Just as she was about to lie down, Taehyung suddenly rolled over and pinned her beneath him.
Jungkook's eyes widened in shock. She stared at him with her big doe eyes and stammered, "Y-Your... What are you doing?"
Taehyung smirked. "What am I doing?" he murmured. "I'm simply getting close to my wife."
Jungkook blinked in confusion. "B-But... weren't you asleep?"
Taehyung chuckled softly. "Do you really think I can fall asleep without you beside me?"
Jungkook's cheeks turned pink. "O-Okay... but... could you please move? I-I'm really sleepy."
"I'll move," Taehyung said softly, brushing a few strands of hair away from her face, "but only if you give me a kiss."
"K... kiss?" Jungkook repeated, her eyes widening.
"Mhm." A playful smile tugged at his lips. "Your husband has been impatiently waiting for a kiss from you. I've been looking forward to it since this afternoon."
"Y..you.. I'm-" Taehyung cut her off. "You said you'd give it to me in our room, and here we are. So I deserve it, don't I?"
Jungkook stared at him, those big doe eyes melting his heart instantly. Slowly, she nodded, her heart beating fast against her ribs.
"I.. okay, you can kiss me."Taehyung shook his head. "I won't kiss you this time... You'll kiss me."
Jungkook's eyes widened at the demand. Never in her life had she imagined she would have to initiate this.
She was just a simple girl who loved the rain, flowers, and pretty things; even though she was a doctor and understood the biology of it all, the mere thought of doing this herself made her drown in shyness.
"I'm waiting, biwi."
Slowly, Jungkook cupped his cheeks and pulled him down. Her heart raced, her eyes wide in nervousness, her lips parted.
She placed her lips gently against his, closing her eyes tight. After a quick peck, she pulled away, looking down shyly. "H.. here, i.. i gave you one."
Taehyung smiled, staring at her flushed face with absolute tenderness. A teasing light returned to his eyes.
"So... may this husband kiss his wife's lips now? Properly?"
Jungkook looked up through her lashes and nodded. Taehyung immediately captured her lips in a deep, sweeping kiss.
Jungkook gasped softly, her arms snaking around his shoulders as she began to kiss him back.Taehyung tried to part her lips further, but when she hesitated out of sheer inexperience, he slid his hand beneath the hem of her kurti, his fingers lightly caressing her waist and the curve of her belly.
Jungkook's breath caught in her throat. The heat of his hand along her skin made her instinctively part her lips to draw a breath, and seizing the moment, Taehyung gently deepened the kiss, drawing her closer.
His hand moved higher, sliding under her kurti to cup the side of her breast, his thumb softly tracing the contour.
When Taehyung broke the kiss to catch his breath, he paused, looking down at his hand resting against her sensitive skin, then up into her eyes. "C.. can i.. touch you?"
Jungkook's cheeks turned scarlet. She could feel the intense warmth of his hand, a sensation that was rapidly overwhelming her senses.
A shiver ran down her spine; she felt as though her voice had been locked away. This was entirely new to her, and she knew it was new to him, too.
When she didn't answer right away, Taehyung immediately pulled back slightly, his expression softening with instant reassurance.
"It's okay! You don't have to answer that. I'm not forcing you for anything, and I will never force you. You're my wife, it's your body, and you have every right to push me away right now."
Hearing his sincere, grounding words brought unexpected tears to Jungkook's eyes. Taehyung's eyes widened in alarm; he immediately cupped her face between his palms.
"H.. hey! Biwi, listen, don't cry. It's okay, I won't force you. I'm sorry I touched you without asking first, I should have known better..." Jungkook shook her head, cutting him off softly.
"N-No... I'm not crying because of that. It's just... when you touched me, it didn't make me uncomfortable. I'm crying because... because you're such a good man." She lowered her gaze, her voice trembling.
"You're nothing like the other men I've heard about. I'm proud that you're my husband. I've always heard that in matters like this, many husbands don't wait. They simply do whatever they want with their wives, whether the women agree or not. Their feelings don't seem to matter."
A tear slipped past her lashes. "I've seen the bruises on my friend's body with my own eyes. I understood what had happened, even though she never had the courage to tell me."
She looked back up at him, her eyes glistening.
"But... you're nothing like them. Even to come close to me, you ask for my permission first. You respect me... my feelings... my choice. So... how could I ever stop you when you've shown me nothing but kindness and respect?" Jungkook finished in a quiet whisper.
Taehyung remained silent for a long moment, his heart aching at the depth of the fear she had carried. Gently, he wiped the remaining tears from her cheek with his thumb.
"You've carried all of that fear by yourself?" he asked quietly.Jungkook gave a small, fragile nod. Taehyung let out a soft sigh, resting his forehead gently against hers.
"Listen to me, wifey," he whispered. "A marriage is built on trust, not fear. I never want you to feel pressured around me. If you're uncomfortable, you only have to tell me once, and I'll stop. Your feelings will always matter to me."
Jungkook searched his eyes for any trace of pretense, finding only deep warmth and absolute honesty. "I... I do feel safe with you," she admitted softly.Relief washed over Taehyung's face, and he smiled.
"That's all I wanted to hear." He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear before helping her settle back against the pillows.
"Now," he added with a soft, playful grin, "it's late, and my wife needs her sleep."
"B.. but.. w.. what about that?" Jungkook asked, her fingers lightly grazing his chest, her eyes wide.
"About what?" Taehyung asked innocently.
"Y.. you said.. you.. wanted to.. umm.. I'm not tired, and I'm not sleepy either." She bit her lip, looking down.
A quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest as he leaned over her once more, his gaze turning dark and affectionate. "Hmm, so what should we do?"
Her face flushed crimson. "Y.. you know... you said... I'm giving you permission, I-"
Taehyung looked into her eyes, his voice dropping an octave with a gentle, serious warning. "Think carefully, Mrs. Kim. Every word you're saying right now is going to have its consequences. Choose them wisely... because once I truly let go, I won't be able to stop myself."
Jungkook looked up at him with unclouded, trusting eyes. Taehyung melted instantly. He leaned down and pressed a long, tender kiss to her forehead. "If you feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed at any point, tell me to stop immediately, hmm?"
Jungkook nodded. Taehyung captured her lips once more in a deep, thorough kiss, his tongue brushing past hers with slow, consuming intent.
His hand slid upward along her kurti, softly cupping her left b*east over the fabric.
Jungkook's breathing turned heavy, her back arching slightly as a wave of intense heat rushed through her.
She tightened her arms around his shoulders, kissing him back with a sudden, unreserved eagerness.
Taehyung weighed the curve of her b*east in his palm, his thumb brushing over the sensitive n*pple through the cotton until it hardened, drawing a breathless, trembling moan straight from her mouth into the kiss.
"You sound so beautiful, my love," he murmured against her lips, before trailing his mouth down the sensitive line of her throat, leaving damp, bruising kisses in his wake.
As his lips found the spot just below her ear, Jungkook's fingers tangled tightly into his hair, soft, helpless sounds escaping her lips.
"Keep making those heavenly sounds for me."Taehyung pulled back slightly, his gaze dark with admiration as he lifted the hem of her kurti to press his face against her bare waist.
"You know, I'm addicted to this waist, biwi. You have no idea what this waist of yours does to me."
He pressed a warm kiss against her navel, then whispered, "Wait here for a second."
He rose from the bed, leaving Jungkook breathless and aching in the sudden cool air. She watched as he walked over to the wardrobe, retrieved a small concealed bag, and returned to the edge of the mattress.
"What is that? Another gift?" she asked, her curiosity arouse through her daze.Taehyung smiled, sitting beside her and unlatching a small velvet box.
He pulled out a delicate, intricate waist chain. Jungkook's eyes widened in sheer delight; she had always loved them, secretly admiring them from afar, but had never had the courage to purchase one for herself before or after her marriage.
"Stand up," Taehyung instructed softly.Jungkook slid to the edge of the bed and stood before him.
"Pull your kurti up," he murmured, his deep voice sending a visible shiver down her spine.
Blushing furiously and biting her lower lip, Jungkook lifted the hem of her kurti, baring her smooth, fair waist.
Taehyung stared up at her, his gaze transfixed by the sight before his hands reached out to gently span her hips, feeling the soft warmth of her skin beneath his palms.
Carefully, he picked up the chain and fastened it snugly around her waist, letting the silver links settle against her skin.Taehyung let out a ragged, heavy breath, his gaze locked on the exquisite sight.