Chapter Text
Nine months later
"Can't wait to be done with this shift," Kim Soo-Hyun complained as he and Taehyung got into their patrol car on the bustling streets of Seoul. It was late September, and the sun had been replaced by gray rain clouds. Today was no exception, with cold winds and occasional rain. Taehyung had to pull out his yellow-black patrol jacket from the locker this morning, and it shone brightly due to its reflective color. He settled heavily into the driver's seat and tossed his cap onto the dashboard.
"Yeah, this is not the best day," he sighed, running his fingers through his freshly dyed blue hair. It had been several months since his color had grown back, but Taehyung couldn't resist the urge to get it done again. Maybe his partner had something to do with it, always complimenting him on how good he looked with that shade. Taehyung unconsciously licked his lips.
"To put it mildly," Taehyung's former lover replied dryly. When Taehyung returned to his position as a police officer after so many months, he had no choice but to explain everything to his department, starting with his former partner, Kim Soo-Hyun. He confessed to the man that it was indeed him and Namjoon he had encountered in the coffee shop at the mall back then. However, being in the middle of a mission, he couldn't reveal his true identity. Taehyung's current lover was aware of his previous sexual relationship with Soo-Hyun and wasn't thrilled about spending several hours alone with him every day. But Taehyung loved his job and had no problem being around Soo-Hyun. In fact, he still trusted the man enough to want him by his side in a high-stress work environment. Whatever had happened between them sexually was now completely forgotten, at least for Taehyung.
While Soo-Hyun communicated with the central office over the radio, Taehyung started the car and merged into the adjacent lane among the passing vehicles. Seoul was as crowded as ever, with people, cars, and cyclists. Taehyung smoothly navigated through both busy and quieter side streets, his eyes constantly scanning for any signs of trouble.
Later in the afternoon, Soo-Hyun picked up some hot chocolate and hotteok for them, but they couldn't even enjoy it in peace as they had to go to a co-workers argument that got out of hand. Paperwork at the station took another hour, and Soo-Hyun and Taehyung debated whether it was still worth going for a detour. Eventually, they returned to the car, with the remnants of cold hotteok lying on the dashboard. They cruised through their precinct at the usual pace and the same route as always when a black SUV suddenly sped past them in the adjacent lane, clearly exceeding the city's speed limit. Taehyung automatically furrowed his brow and activated the rooftop lights. He stepped on the gas and followed the speeding vehicle.
"That license plate looks familiar to me," Kim Soo-Hyun remarked, and Taehyung, for the first time, glanced at the combination of letters and numbers. He grumbled in dissatisfaction.
"I'm going to kill them."
"I'd love to see that."
With the first flash of the police car's lights, the vehicle slowed down. It drove a few meters and stopped in the parking lane by the sidewalk. Taehyung parked right behind them, pulled the handbrake, grabbed his cap, and put it on.
"Wait here," he muttered through clenched teeth to his partner.
"Um...hum..." Kim Soo-Hyun mumbled. Taehyung had already gotten out of the car and quickly walked to the driver's window. He didn't bother knocking on the window. The driver rolled it down on his own, and Taehyung put on a stern expression.
"Your driver's license and technical license , please," he extended his hand and gestured with his finger for the driver to hurry. The driver sighed.
"Tae..."
"Don't Tae me, Jungkook. This is the third time this week! At this rate, they'll soon take away your driver's license. And why? Because your boss is a possessive jerk who needs to be the center of my attention, and when I'm on duty, he can't think of anything else but making you break traffic rules just so he can talk to me for a few sentences."
Jungkook remained silent. While Taehyung checked Jungkook's documents, which he knew by heart at this point, the back door of the SUV swung open, and Namjoon stepped out. Taehyung turned to face him, ready to deliver a few scolding words, but upon his first glance, he swallowed them all. Because Kim Namjoon looked divine. Dressed in all black except for a light coat. And on top of it... His hair was tied up into a small bun. A fucking bun! And Namjoon knew very well that it was Taehyung's weakness. Taehyung gulped heavily, a reaction that Namjoon couldn't overlook. He grinned with satisfaction, his confidence soaring. Because what more could one wish for than to have the most beautiful man on the planet captivated by you? And Taehyung certainly was that for Namjoon.
"I've missed you," Namjoon whispered and hugged Taehyung around the waist. Taehyung wanted to gently push Namjoon away, but he only managed to place his hands on Namjoon's chest, now concealed by a black knitted turtleneck.
"This has to stop," Taehyung forced out with incredible effort. His mouth felt dry, and he couldn't think of anything else but to lick his dry lips. Namjoon watched that movement like a hawk. Then he turned around, saw Kim Soo-Hyun in the car, and grumbled dissatisfied, "him again."
"Yes, and tomorrow it'll be him too," Taehyung reminded him. His face flushed red, and he wasn't sure if it was from excitement or anger. Namjoon gently pushed him against the car, his hands on Taehyung's sides.
"Joon," a warning tone came out of him. Namjoon raised an eyebrow and leaned in closer. From behind, he gripped Taehyung's neck, causing a shiver to go down the young man's spine. Taehyung barely had time to exhale before Namjoon's lips pressed against his. The last thing he saw was Namjoon's mischievous smile and the sparks in his eyes. And there it was again, that possessive, territorial Kim Namjoon, who had to show everyone that Kim Taehyung belonged to him and no one else. He ravished Taehyung's mouth with his tongue and teeth, kissing him wildly and deeply until Taehyung felt breathless. Namjoon pressed his body against the car, his fingers digging into Taehyung's neon jacket. Taehyung moaned into his mouth. The sound finally woke him from the trance. He realized where they were and what he was still wearing. He turned his head to the side, so Namjoon started peppering kisses along Taehyung's jaw and neck. Taehyung exhaled, stroked Namjoon's chest, and pushed him away.
"That's enough," he said and cleared his throat. Namjoon straightened up and inspected Taehyung's swollen and red lips. He hummed in satisfaction. Taehyung adjusted his cap, which had slid down during their kissing.
"We'll talk about this tonight."
"I can't wait."
"Joon!" Taehyung scolded him, "You shouldn't be looking forward to this!"
But Namjoon simply smiled brightly, with visible dimples, which drove Taehyung insane.
"Come back soon," Namjoon raised his hand and caressed Taehyung's cheek.
"I'll be back as always. Once my shift ends," Taehyung said dryly. He tried to appear calm, but he was vibrating inside. He couldn't wait to get home.
"Hmm," Namjoon nodded. Taehyung stepped aside so that Namjoon could get back into the car, and without looking back even once, he returned to his car with his colleague.
"Is this how you imagine killing someone?" Kim Soo-Hyun teased him.
"Shut up!"
The car filled with loud laughter.
*
When Taehyung entered his bedroom that same evening, Namjoon wasn't in bed; it was his brother instead. Taehyung sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked the tangle of blond hair. From the covers, with his face buried in them, Jungwoon emitted a pitiful whimper.
"What's wrong, Woonie?" Taehyung soothingly stroked his brother's back. The satin pajamas caressed his skin. Jungwoon turned his head. His eyes were red, and his cheeks were wet with tears. His lips were pursed, and his chin quivered.
"Seok didn't like the dinner I cooked for him," he managed to say amidst sobs. Taehyung tilted his head and caressed his brother's hair again. Sometimes Jungwoon was incredibly cute.
"Really?"
Jungwoon nodded, lips still puckered.
"He told you?"
Jungwoon buried his face in the blanket again and shook his head.
"Woonie. I'm sure he devoured the whole plate in seconds once he found out it was you who cooked it," Taehyung slipped his fingers into the blond curls and scratched Jungwoon's scalp. Jungwoon purred contentedly and turned his tearful face back to his brother.
"But then he ran off, and when I finally found him, he was in the bathroom, vomiting." Taehyung bit his lip to suppress the laughter that was trying to break free.
"So, you came here to hide?"
"I can't look him in the eyes. I'm utterly useless. I can't even cook the simplest meal," Jungwoon's chin trembled again.
"Shhh... we'll figure something out. I'm not a cooking expert either. How about we attend a cooking class together, hm?" Taehyung suggested. Jungwoon raised himself up on his elbows, his eyes widened in surprise.
"Really?" Taehyung nodded with a smile on his lips. Someone knocked on the door.
"I'm sorry, but I can't find Jungw..." Hoseok appeared at the door, white as a sheet, but otherwise, he seemed fine. Jungwoon got up on his knees. His eyes filled with new tears.
"I'm so sorry," he sobbed. Hoseok was at his side in an instant. He pulled Jungwoon close and lifted him. Jungwoon clung to him like a koala, hiding his face in Hoseok's neck.
"Love, it's okay. It's nothing," Hoseok stroked his hair and back.
"It didn't taste good to you," Jungwoon mumbled into Hoseok's neck.
"It did. Everything from you will taste good to me, Jungwoonie."
"You threw up."
"That's because I'm not used to such spicy food. I'll do better next time. I promise." Hoseok gave a faint smile to Taehyung. His hand never stopped caressing the man's back. Taehyung lowered his gaze to Hoseok's gold ring on his ring finger, matching the ring that Jungwoon had on the same finger. Eight months had passed since Hoseok and Jungwoon promised to be faithful to each other. Jungwoon proposed to Hoseok on the same evening they arrested Park Dae-Hyun. He didn't care if they had enough time to plan a wedding; he wanted to have an engagement ring on his ring finger and Hoseok's last name on his ID within a month. Jung Jungwoon. And even though Jungwoon had dreamed for a long time of leaving Namjoon's mansion with Hoseok, his reunion with Taehyung changed everything. Now, if they didn't see each other for a single day, it felt as if a part of them was missing.
Hoseok wished Taehyung a good night and then went to their bedroom on the other side of the hallway. Taehyung was grateful that their bedrooms were far apart. He had witnessed it more than once when one of the men complained about how noisy the married couple could be at night. Hoseok ended up ordering acoustic panels to better soundproof the room. Jungwoon had no intention of holding back when enjoying sex with his husband.
Taehyung stretched and yawned. He got out of bed and hung up his jacket and cap in the closet. The only thing he managed before Namjoon entered the bedroom was to loosen his tie and put away his gun belt. He didn't care about the rest. They had an unresolved debate, and dressed in pajamas, he certainly wouldn't appear as authoritative. He turned off the lights in the closet and returned to the bedroom. Namjoon was sitting on his side of the bed, unbuttoning his white shirt. As soon as he heard Taehyung's voice, he turned to look behind him.
"Hello."
"Hello, honey."
Taehyung circled the bed and stopped in front of Namjoon, who automatically placed his hands on Taehyung's hips and pulled him closer. Taehyung tucked a stray strand of hair behind Namjoon's ear, which had come loose from its bun.
"We should talk," Taehyung suppressed a shiver as Namjoon's hands roamed his thighs and rested on his ass.
"Okay," Namjoon pulled Taehyung onto his lap and embraced him around the waist. Taehyung took one of the unbuttoned buttons on Namjoon's shirt and began to play with it.
"I know you were used to having me around all the time. By returning to work, I've taken away half of our time together. But that's my life, and I love my job."
"I know," Namjoon sighed, "but I miss you."
Taehyung raised his gaze to look into Namjoon's eyes.
"I miss you too. We haven't moved an inch away from each other for several months, and this is a big change for both of us. But we can't influence others with it. Do you understand?
"You can't just break the rules or order someone else to break them for you," Taehyung chided Namjoon. A flush of embarrassment swept over Namjoon, and he lowered his gaze. "I'm sorry."
"If you miss me, you'll call me, okay? I don't want you waiting on the street for me to pass by and risking the lives of others with Jungkook, even though I know Jungkook is an amazing driver."
Namjoon nodded with his eyes cast down. Taehyung took Namjoon's face in his hands and made him raise his gaze.
"When you're a good boy, there will be a reward for you every night," Taehyung whispered, biting Namjoon's lower lip gently. Namjoon purred in satisfaction and pulled Taehyung closer. Taehyung rolled his hips, rubbing his crotch against Namjoon's. A contented exhale escaped his lips, which Namjoon swallowed with his lips. Taehyung reached between their bodies and caressed Namjoon's crotch.
"But you weren't a good boy today," he moaned between kisses. Suddenly, he pulled away from Namjoon and rose from his lap.
"Taehyung-ah...?" Namjoon grumbled unsatisfied.
"Lie on your back, it's time for your punishment," Taehyung commanded. Namjoon immediately became alert. From Taehyung's eyes, which had darkened even more than usual, he could tell that Taehyung's time had come, the time to hand over control for a moment. During the few months they had spent together as lovers, they had discovered their compatibility both in terms of intimacy and emotions. And Taehyung was definitely not like Jungwoon. The dynamics of the relationship between Namjoon and Taehyung were now completely different, and Namjoon loved the way they currently functioned together. He had no problem occasionally yielding to Taehyung's dominance. He trusted him with his whole heart and knew that Taehyung wouldn't do anything that would make him uncomfortable. And so, even now, without any objections, he lay with his head at the headboard of the bed and waited. Taehyung contentedly licked his lips and climbed onto Namjoon. He settled on his lap and took Namjoon's hands in his own. Their fingers intertwined. Taehyung pressed them into the pillow above Namjoon's head and leaned in for a playful kiss, which Namjoon could barely feel.
"I love you," Taehyung whispered in his lips.
"I love you too," Namjoon replied. Taehyung kissed him passionately, almost lying on top of Namjoon. Namjoon couldn't tell when it happened, but during their kiss, he felt a tickle on his wrists. Now, he was tied to the bed with a necktie. Taehyung chuckled in satisfaction and bit his own lip.
"Like I said, this is your punishment, Joonie," Taehyung declared. Namjoon blew another loose strand of hair from his face, which had come loose from his bun.
"Damn, did I tell you how great you look with your hair in a bun?" Taehyung asked as his hands worked on the rest of the buttons on Namjoon's shirt. Namjoon laughed.
"All the time, love."
"Good, because it's true. I forbid you from cutting it for the rest of your life."
"For the rest of my life, huh?" Namjoon smiled and raised his hips a bit to alleviate his arousal. Taehyung pushed his buttocks against the bulge in Namjoon's pants and moaned.
"And your perfect cock is also mine for the rest of your life," he breathed and caressed Namjoon's erection.
"Just yours. No one else's," Namjoon agreed, reaching out to stroke Taehyung's side, but the tie prevented him from moving. He frustratedly grumbled, which didn't escape Taehyung's notice. Taehyung leaned over him, a satisfied smirk on his lips.
"Something you would like to do, Joon?"
"Hold you."
"Hold me? Where?"
"By the hips."
"So you can fuck into me as you please?" Taehyung asked and began gently nibbling on Namjoon's jaw.
"Fuck, yes," Namjoon moaned when Taehyung sucked on the exposed neck, rolling his hips a few times and pulling Namjoon's shirt aside to caress his muscular chest.
"Can you feel how hard I am, Joon?" he asked once he created another beautiful hickey on Namjoon's neck. Namjoon was certainly not the only one who felt possessive about his partner. Taehyung thrust into Namjoon's crotch and slid his thumb over a nipple.
"Yeah. I bet you're just as wet. Ready just for me," Namjoon declared. Taehyung moaned and ran his hand over his own crotch.
"You want to see it, Joonie?" Taehyung kissed Namjoon's collarbone and shoulder.
"Yeah, show me," Namjoon urged. Taehyung straightened up. His blue hair was tousled, and if Namjoon hadn't been there to witness it, he would have thought Taehyung had already experienced satisfying sex because that's exactly how he looked. Taehyung straddled Namjoon's lap, placing Namjoon's erection between his buttocks. He hastily undid his pants and took himself in hand. He moaned loudly and tilted his head back. Namjoon pulled at his tied hands and cursed.
"Fuck. I want to touch you," he complained. In the meantime, Taehyung rocked on Namjoon's lap, his hand firmly gripping his penis. He gently pulled down his pants and boxers, allowing Namjoon to see his crotch, and pulled his shirt up between his teeth. Unsatisfied grumbling escaped Namjoon's mouth. Taehyung reached out for the nightstand and retrieved lube from the drawer. Namjoon breathed a sigh of relief. His relief lasted exactly three seconds. Taehyung took a rich amount of lube on his fingers and slid his hand behind him.
"You'll watch me cum without you touching me," Taehyung bit his lower lip, closed his eyes, and Namjoon realized that Taehyung had inserted first finger into himself at that moment.
"You know you won't come as well as if it were me," Namjoon taunted him but watched with interest as Taehyung moved his fingers within himself. His own erection was still trapped in his pants, hard and craving a direct touch.
"No, Joonie. No one can make me feel as good as you," Taehyung confessed and grumbled with dissatisfaction when he failed to curl his fingers as he wanted. Namjoon grinned with happiness.
"I can see I'm too soft on you," Taehyung removed his fingers and turned his back to Namjoon on his lap. He pulled down his pants and boxers to his knees and bent over. Namjoon had a unique view of Taehyung's clenching hole. He unconsciously licked his lips and cursed.
"You have no idea how much I want to eat you out right now," he growled. Taehyung moaned loudly and slid three fingers into himself. Namjoon lifted his head and watched Taehyung's fingers, wet with lube, sliding in and out, his hole tightening around them. Namjoon jerked his hands a few times, but the tie was tied tightly. He occasionally thrust his hips to rub against Taehyung's buttocks or the hand that Taehyung was riding. Taehyung took his time. However, his moans were growing in intensity and frequency, and Namjoon knew he had found the right spot inside himself.
"Jesus, Tae, if you could see yourself," Namjoon muttered through gritted teeth. Taehyung glanced back at him, eyes slightly closed, his mouth red and wet from biting and licking. Strands of blue hair were stuck to his cheek and forehead.
"Do you like what you see?"
"I love what I see," Namjoon corrected him. Taehyung turned and used his other hand to stroke Namjoon's bulge in his pants. Namjoon flinched.
"Fuck."
"Do you want me to let it out, hmm?" Taehyung exhaled between his moans.
"Yes, please." Taehyung unbuttoned it and unzipped it... and then nothing happened.
"Tae!" Namjoon raised his voice. Taehyung inserted his fingers deeper into himself and wrapped his hand around the length. Namjoon listened to how fast Taehyung was trying to reach climax, the pace at which he pumped his hand. The wet sounds were driving Namjoon insane. He heard the young man catch his breath. Taehyung quickly turned around, leaned over Namjoon, and with a loud moan, came onto Namjoon's crotch. Namjoon arched his hips. He watched in a trance as the tip of Taehyung's cock brushed against the tiny piece of underwear that was protruding from under the fly. Taehyung squeezed the last drop of semen from himself, satisfied with what he had created on Namjoon's pants. Breathlessly, he lay on top of Namjoon and plunged onto his lips. Their kiss completely lacked grace. It was all tongue and teeth. They hungrily devoured each other's mouths. Taehyung quickly undid the tie that kept Namjoon bound to the bed.
"Fucking finally," Namjoon almost growled. Within a second, he flipped them over. He lifted himself onto his knees, grabbed Taehyung by the hips, and flipped him onto his stomach. He pulled Taehyung forcefully toward him and raised him on all fours. Taehyung loved it when Namjoon handled him in bed like a puppet. He moaned as Namjoon grabbed him from behind by the nape and pressed his face into the mattress. Namjoon took himself in hand, aimed the tip of his cock at Taehyung's gaping hole, and with a smooth, swift motion, thrust inside. Taehyung screamed, but Namjoon didn't wait. He immediately pulled out and thrust back in all the way. He gripped Taehyung's hips between his fingers and fucked him with such intensity that Taehyung had to press his hands against the bed to prevent Namjoon from crushing him. Both men panted and cursed. It was a wild ride with the sole goal of reaching climax as quickly as possible. Namjoon slapped Taehyung's ass a few times and enjoyed watching the area turn red. He had no mercy for Taehyung. He pounded into his prostate vigorously and forcefully, and Taehyung writhed and cried into the pillow beneath him. The room was filled with the loud smacking of skin against skin and the creaking of the mattress. Taehyung gripped the headboard with the last of his strength and met Namjoon's thrusts. He was panting, his work shirt soaked in sweat, drops of lube got on his pants as Namjoon fucked it out of Taehyung. His ass was burning, legs shaking.
"Joon, hurry," he whimpered almost inaudibly. Namjoon grabbed him by the hair and pulled him against his chest.
"Ah, ah, ah... fuck," Taehyung moaned with every thrust. Namjoon licked his sweaty neck.
"I'm about to…," he warned. Taehyung managed only a nod. Namjoon pulled out and quickly took himself in hand.
"On your back," he ordered, and Taehyung literally fell onto his stomach and rolled over. He spread his legs. Namjoon leaned over him just as Taehyung had earlier, and moaned deeply. The first drops of cum fell onto Taehyung's exposed belly. Namjoon moved higher and ejaculated onto the uniform. Several drops reached Taehyung's neck and chin. Taehyung opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Namjoon cursed and moved on his knees to Taehyung's head. Taehyung raised his head and took the tip of Namjoon's cock in his mouth. Namjoon groaned in pleasure and gently thrust in.
"That's it, love, take it in your little mouth," he said. Taehyung sucked the entire length into his mouth a few times and licked off all the remaining fluid that clung to the surface. He let the clean cock slip out of his mouth and swallowed. With exhaustion his head fell onto the pillow. He sighed contentedly and looked into Namjoon's eyes. Namjoon affectionately caressed his cheek.
"I love you."
Taehyung smiled.
"I love you too."
"We need to wash the uniform."
"Yeah, I'm gonna kill you for that," Taehyung threatened with a tired smirk.
*
The following day, Taehyung had an afternoon shift again, so they had plenty of time to wash and dry the uniform. The young man cursed himself for not requesting more long-sleeved ones at the police station. He would definitely do it today. What if Namjoon had the same idea as yesterday?
After indulging in a long bath, he went to the dressing room. His work uniform was already prepared on a hanger. He put on his boxers and pulled on his socks. He took the shirt off the hanger and paused. He raised the fabric to eye level and looked at the breast pocket.There was something inside. Taehyung frowned. He had never put anything in the breast pocket. When did it get there? He sat down on the chaise longue in the middle of the room and placed the shirt in his lap. He unbuttoned the pocket and reached inside. There was a small box. As soon as his fingers touched the velvet surface, Taehyung knew there would be something precious inside. He pulled it out and stroked it. The corners of his mouth lifted. Of course, Namjoon had bought him a gift again. It was a habit he would probably never get rid of. And don't want to. Namjoon just loved to spoil Taehyung. Taehyung carefully opened the box and gasped. He covered his mouth with his right hand. He was glad he sat down, as his knees would surely have given up. Tears welled up in his eyes in an instant.
"Marry me, Taehyung-ah," Namjoon leaned against the door, never taking his eyes off Taehyung since the moment the young man sat on the chaise longue. Taehyung turned his head towards him. A single tear ran down his face.
"You want me to marry you?" he sobbed in disbelief and looked back at the ring in the box to make sure it wasn't a dream and that the ring was really there. Namjoon stepped closer and knelt between his legs. He took Taehyung's tear-stained face in his hands and looked into his eyes.
"Of course, I do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
Taehyung threw himself around Namjoon's neck. Tears of happiness streamed down his face, soaking Namjoon's shirt.
"So?" Namjoon nervously asked. Taehyung kissed him on the neck and burst into laughter.
"Yes. Yes, I will marry you, Kim Namjoon."
There was a sudden scream from the doorway. Both men turned and saw Jungwoon jumping from joy. But the twin immediately disappeared.
"TAE AND NAMJOON ARE GETTING MARRIED!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. Approximately five seconds later, a rumbling sound filled the air, as if a herd of horses were running down the hall. Namjoon and Taehyung burst into laughter.
"Joon?”
"Yes, my love?"
"Take me to bed and lock the door."
"Are you tired?"
"No, I want to make love to my fiancé."
Namjoon chuckled in amusement and carried his future husband into their bedroom.
* THE END *