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He should be happy.
Today his boyfriend arrives after spending two months in Paris because of his work as a fashion designer. For Jungkook, it isn't unusual for Taehyung to leave and spend several months abroad. Since the beginning of their relationship it has always been like this, and he should be used to the tabloid press, he should be used to the rumors that arise every time Taehyung smiles pretty at someone, because he's naturally charming and attracts people like bees.
His best friend warned him that Kim Taehyung would be a problem because of his charms, especially considering that Jungkook is a bit jealous, although he has gradually learned to trust the people he loves.
Taehyung looked unattainable among the spotlights, cameras, and hundreds of eyes that followed his every move, but Jungkook didn't give up and went after him. Luckily for him, the relationship was not one-sided and from the beginning Taehyung reciprocated his feelings.
Since then, they have managed to maintain a stable relationship. And so they've been together for three years and Jungkook doesn't distrust his boyfriend, because he knows that Taehyung loves him and he shows it to every time they are together.
But yesterday, a call planted the seed of doubt in his head.
“Jungkook-ah?”
The familiar voice on the other end of the line makes him smile, making him forget for a moment the stress that has made his head hurt since late afternoon.
“Hello, Hyung”
“I thought I would never be able to talk with you” The man says, letting out a nasal laugh, trying to sound casual, informal.
“I've been busy with some errands” His gaze unconsciously diverts to the canvas that covers the entire wall of his spacious studio, half with color and the other looking dull because there are still unfinished strokes, sketches that get lost in the shadows. “I'm supposed to deliver it in three days and I'm not even halfway done, but tell me, what made you remember me?”
“Yah, don't talk nonsense. I remember you, but we have also been a bit hectic around here”
Choi Sungbin, one of Taehyung's lifelong colleagues. Jungkook knows him in person and it can be said that they have established a beautiful friendship even though they don't see each other often and talk most of the time on the phone.
When he sees him it is because he's next to Taehyung after an exhaustive trip abroad. Sungbin is almost like his boyfriend's secretary, although he doesn't like using that title because people treat him as inferior.
"I know. Taehyung sent me his agenda and he doesn’t even have time to have a coffee” Jungkook begins to walk in circles up and down his spacious studio. The lights from the surrounding buildings illuminate the night landscape that can be seen through the huge windows of the room that gives an incredible view of the city.
“I was just calling you to talk about Taehyung…” his voice gets lost in a whisper and his discomfort is palpable even without seeing his face.
That makes him stop.
Jungkook adjusts the headkerchief in his shoulder-length raven hair and tries hard to laugh to hide his nerves. He has never been good at faking it, no matter how much he has tried to appease or cover up his emotions.
Three years have passed and he's still afraid that Taehyung will replace him with someone, mainly by those aesthetically perfect models that he spends all his time with for work, or, at least, that's what he convinces himself of for his own good.
His self-esteem isn't exactly the worst, nor the best, so he's aware that there are people better than him in all aspects and Taehyung knows hundreds of those people. Jungkook fears the day when their relationship comes to an end, not because of internal problems, but because he was replaced. There is no worse humiliation than that, there is no doubt.
“Talk about him?” he finally asks, regaining his composure as best he can.
Sungbin sighs and swallows heavily. His breath hits the cell phone microphone and Jungkook's blood runs through his veins like ice, waiting.
“I don't want to sound reckless or create stupid gossip, but there are things that worry me, if I'm honest” he stops once again and when he speaks again he does so in a low voice, as if he were afraid of being heard, and Jungkook doesn't doubt that this is the case. Taehyung is no fool, he perceives what's happening around him with astonishing acuity. “I don't want to take up too much of your time or cause any inconvenience between you two… I just want you to know the truth”
“Okay, the serious tone you're using scares me” Jungkook runs his right arm across his abdomen and squeezes as if that'll relieve the heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach, that horrible feeling that invades him every once in a while. Doubt, fear.
“Taehyung has been acting weird…” Sungbin starts to say, keeping his tone low. “He spends a lot of time with a model with whom he has been communicating for months, and with this trip to Paris they now know each other personally.”
“Hm... And what about that?"
Taehyung communicates with his clients for months to get to know them better and decide if their projects are of his interest and he wants to work with them. Jungkook doesn't see anything wrong with that, he understands that everything is handled professionally. He himself has witnessed the meetings, the calls, the emails, although many times Taehyung's kindness can be confused with flirting, ulterior motives. Jungkook has seen some models' physical approaches to his boyfriend, and he politely rejects them.
“The model leaves Taehyung's room in the early morning… They spend the entire night together in his private suite”
He would never do that. He would never hurt him.
Taehyung has professed his unwavering love for him hundreds of nights, even if they don't see each other in person. He reminds him how much he loves him before going to sleep. The expensive anniversary dinners haven't been a facade or something to pretend, Jungkook felt every sincere word get under his skin and penetrate into his heart to the point that there's no more room for the joy he feels in being able to love and be loved in a way that overwhelms him to the point of being completely devoted to his boyfriend.
Still, Jungkook freezes in the middle of his studio, the sudden coldness of the room entering through his pores and settling in his body. He refuses to believe only what Sungbin tells him, he can't jump to conclusions without first talking to Taehyung.
That doesn't stop his heart from clenching painfully.
“I don't want to damage your relationship or give you any strange ideas, but it seriously gives me a bad feeling and I thought it would be a good idea for you to know…”
“Has Taehyung treated her differently compared to other models?” he asks, unable to contain his words, unable to silence his concern.
Sungbin is quick to answer him.
“In public he's courteous and respects their space, however, when they are in a more personal environment they are quite close”
The shame that invades him makes his blood boil, beyond his cheeks that turn a bright red. He feels so ashamed that someone knows about his relationship problems, that he knows that his boyfriend sees his clown face and can have his affairs on his work trips, far from him.
Jungkook has never had concrete proof, beyond his own speculation, that Taehyung has been cheating on him at any point. Of course, there have been things that have bothered him so much that he has even said them to his face. Thanks to the older's calm personality and that stupid hypnotizing smile they never get to the point of arguing.
Taehyung always finds the right words to reassure him and make him understand - or believe - that he has never been infidel because he truly loves him. If he wanted to be with someone else, he would do it and he would be honest with him before betraying him in such a low way, that's what he has reiterated to him hundreds of times.
“Sorry…” Sungbin adds when he doesn't get a response, only erratic breathing on the other end of the phone, because Jungkook is actually fighting back the urge to cry.
That shame turns into sadness. The wound in his heart opens a little more and the feeling is so strong that he falls dead sitting in one of the chairs in front of the desk in his studio, where there are organized folders and a framed photograph of the two of them hugging in front of the Eiffel Tower, where they celebrated their first anniversary as a couple in the city of love, a cliché that meant everything to them.
He looks away from the photo and puts his hands on his forehead, his head throbbing more than before. He squeezes his eyes shut until a stubborn tear slides down his cheek. He's unable to formulate a coherent sentence, anything that doesn't make him look like the weak person that he's.
His grip on his cell phone tightens to the point where his fingers resent the force. He bites his lower lip and runs his tongue as he feels the area sting with pain. He draws strength, again, from the deepest part of his being and swallows the lump in his throat.
“It's okay, hyung” he reassures, trying to keep his tone of voice steady as he wipes the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand. "Thank you for telling me"
“You can count on me, Jungkook-ah, remember it"
He has supposedly counted on many people throughout his twenty-six years, and a large percentage of them have turned their backs on him when he was of no use to them. He learned to be cautious around people, but with Taehyung everything was different. He gave him his heart on a platter of gold, he gave him all of his unconditional and naive love. So, Sungbin's words of consolation are no help in the storm of thoughts in Jungkook's mind. He takes them out of courtesy, a gesture of apparent strength. He puts on that mask that has learned to wear in difficult times.
The conversation quickly dies from that moment and Sungbin decides to say goodbye by deducing Jungkook's condition, even if he doesn't know about the helpless tears that come down against his will. He cries like an idiot in love in the solitude of his studio, in the silence of the apartment he shares with Taehyung, the one they bought with their savings about a year and a half ago.
He lets out his sadness through tears that turn into sobs and then in uncontrollable crying. He feels so small and stupid that he puts aside the work he was doing and ends the day's session so he can go to his bed and cry himself to sleep.
He ignores Taehyung's texts, not bothering to even read them. He leaves his cell phone aside, face down, and melts into the mattress, in the familiar cold of an empty bed that he has learned to love over time. A bed that Taehyung is rarely in, just the faint memory of his presence hanging in the air.
The current Jungkook, the day after that call, lazily paints the huge canvas he's forced to work on. His hand moves slowly, the brush between his fingers is held with little grace, it lacks strength. He couldn't care less.
The sadness he left yesterday transformed into cold anger, which lives within him, latent. Jungkook woke up with a heavy, strong feeling in his chest, different from sorrow. Seeing the pile of texts from Taehyung in his notification bar made anger settle in his heart. He responded curtly with a “see you here,” ignoring whatever Taehyung had texted him insistently yesterday before his plane took off.
The long flight allowed him to prepare himself to receive him, and also to create fake scenarios of the conversation they would have. In his head, Jungkook had the courage to tell him his worries openly so that his heart would finally be free. What he can't quite imagine is Taehyung's response. In one scenario, he denies everything, explains to him how things happened and that it was all a misunderstanding. They go to dinner at Jungkook's favorite restaurant afterward and end the night cuddling. In another scenario, Jungkook's least favorite, Taehyung accepts his mistake. His train of thought goes no further for the sake of his sanity.
Between lethargic brushstrokes, Jungkook has his mind somewhere else, far from his studio and the piece he's making. He disconnects from his art in order to imagine the outcomes of this situation, going from bad to worse. His anxiety turns back into anger which makes him squeeze the brush in his hand to the point where it goes out of line and ruins the entire painting. Of course, this can be fixed, but with his head hot, Jungkook curses loudly and abruptly gets up from his chair.
The brush falls to the floor with a thud and Jungkook massages his hair with both hands. The small mistake on the canvas seems big in his eyes, unacceptable, without solution. He wants to scream in frustration, he wants to tear up the stupid canvas and do it again, but there's no time for that, he also doesn't want his two whole days' effort to be in vain. He can't just stand back and stupidly tell his wealthy client that he's not going to finish the piece because he's upset. He got half the money up front and knows he'll get a tip too, so giving up is the worst decision he could make in the midst of his mixed emotions.
Jungkook has been painting professionally since he was twenty-one, when he accepted his first job as an artist, and he has gone through all kinds of situations in the middle of creating. His escape from everything has always been art, he has left a piece of him with each piece. However, he had never felt anger while working. Frustration? Of course, thousands of times. Anger provoked by his boyfriend? Never.
The sound of the front door opening brings him out of his despair, which just disappears. Forgotten. Jungkook inhales and exhales several times to regulate his breathing, to think. And with guilt, he goes to the mirror in the corner of his studio to take a look at himself. He didn't make an effort to put on flashy clothes or put on enough makeup, his intention being so that Taehyung wouldn't think that he dressed up for him. That's why he's dressed in a gray sweater and loose black pants, his long hair is tied up in his usual white headkerchief, and he barely bothered to put on light brown eyeshadow and pale pink lip gloss so he wouldn't look so pale. His black slim frame formulated glasses complete his homey look.
He doesn't look bad, there's no way he's even capable of it, and this makes him sigh in exhaustion.
He hears the wheels of Taehyung's travel suitcase clatter across the marble floor of the apartment. The sound stops a few steps from his studio and is replaced by the heel of the formal leather shoes that Taehyung loves to wear.
Jungkook plays it cool and sits behind his desk. He pulls out a random folder from one of the drawers and pretends to read its contents until Taehyung opens the door and his head peeks out, wary, as he knows Jungkook's creative process can be hampered by a distraction.
At first he doesn't give importance to his presence, but with each measured step that the older takes, it's impossible to ignore him for long. He then raises his head and meets the handsome face of his boyfriend which makes his anger subside.
The blonde tone of his hair accentuates his caramel skin, the strands falling on each side of his face to give way to balanced features, a face sculpted by the Greek gods. Taehyung's wide smile makes Jungkook's cheeks blush a light pink. He hasn't seen him in months and having him face to face throws him off a bit. There are times when he wonders how someone like Taehyung even noticed him.
“I'm not a ghost, baby. We are together again, after all this time”
Jungkook slowly gets up from his seat and Taehyung closes the distance with two steps to wrap him in a tight hug. The older's perfume envelops him and melts him against his body. The kiss on his cheek manages to make him return the hug sincerely. His arms wrap around the older man's firm body and his hands can't help but rest on Taehyung's shoulder blades to keep him close. No longer a memory, this is the real Taehyung he fell in love with. The one he still loves, despite everything.
They spend a good time hugging each other, chest to chest, and thanks to the slight difference in height, just centimeters, Jungkook can hide his face in his boyfriend's neck. He inhales his familiar perfume and his smell evokes memories and emotions opposite to those of a few moments ago. Taehyung has always had that effect on him. He complements his life as if they were made for each other.
Taehyung laughs softly when Jungkook makes no move to pull away, his firm grip expressing how much he's missed him.
“I'm not going anywhere, love. Here I am, finally” Taehyung comforts, caressing Jungkook's back with all the care in the world. His hand moves in circles, rhythmically.
Liar, he thinks after regaining lucidity, leaving aside the sweet moment.
Taehyung lies to him in the most beautiful way possible, with that smile that shines like a sun, with his deep gaze that unsettles him. Taehyung doesn't stay by his side for long, because his work comes first, and Jungkook can't help but feel something bittersweet in the pit of his stomach every time he remembers the undeniable. He knew that it would be like this when he decided to formalize the relationship with Taehyung, that they wouldn't have something normal like ordinary couples.
Jungkook breaks the hug, being careful not to be abrupt, and stares at his boyfriend who doesn't erase the smile on his thin lips, ignorant of what he feels. His right hand approaches the younger's face and outlines his cheekbone, goes down his jaw and ends with his mouth.
“Always so beautiful” Taehyung flatters, concentrating on the shape of Jungkook's lips, on the lower lip slightly more pompous than the upper one, on the soft color that decorates them and that looks good on his doll-like face. Taehyung, since they met, has loved to remind him of his beauty, a perfect work that he draws with his hands every time he has the opportunity, whether in public or in the privacy of the four walls of their apartment.
Jungkook pulls away from his touch when Taehyung pretends to spread his lips with his thumb. He needs to get away from him enough to think clearly, otherwise he'll never have the courage to face him.
“I thought it would take you longer to arrive” he says, running a hand through his hair, coming across the white headkerchief.
Taehyung raises an eyebrow, amused. Jungkook expects him to inquire about his apparent rejection, but his boyfriend seems to be purposely ignoring his strange behavior, perhaps because he wants to make up for the time they've spent apart. The sweetness that covers the bitter.
“The driver was waiting for me at the airport and there wasn't much traffic, so I arrived quicklier” He responds calmly, with one hand in the front pocket of his dark pants and another on the side of his body to resist the anxiety of touching his boyfriend.
Jungkook nods, not knowing what to say to fill the conversation that now seems empty in his opinion. They are insignificant words compared to everything he wants to say. Taehyung, for his part, is good at talking and doesn't pressure him.
“Is this what you've been working on?” he asks, looking carefully at the huge unfinished canvas with a line of paint outside the line. “It looks amazing, although you already know that”
Taehyung, on his few free days, has spent time with Jungkook in his studio, while the youngest traces and paints with dedication. So his works are not unknown to the older, even less so when there's a painting that Jungkook gave him as a gift on his twenty-seventh birthday that now hangs proudly in the hallway, being the first thing visitors see when they enter.
“I made a mistake and ruined it” is the only thing he answers, and the answer surprises Taehyung, who was surely expecting a word of thanks for the compliment or for him to start talking about the piece, since he used to explain every detail to him.
He doesn't retract or continue speaking, he just leaves his words suspended in the air, in an atmosphere that loses warmth.
“Are you talking about this little line?” Taehyung asks, pointing to the orange line in the corner of the canvas, almost imperceptible to the eyes of someone who isn't meticulous. Jungkook nods, lips pressed into a thin line, his arms crossed over his chest. “We all make mistakes, baby. Even geniuses like you”
The comment that was intended to encourage him has the opposite effect. Jungkook, in his anger, takes Taehyung's words as something he says to excuse himself. We all make mistakes. A phrase that sounds mediocre now.
“Taehyung, we need to talk” he asks with a serious face, ignoring the conversation of the canvas.
At that moment, the blonde-haired man's serene expression is replaced by confusion, surprise. The direction of things is different from what the older probably expected. This time it isn't like on previous occasions, Jungkook doesn't receive him with a special dinner, nor is he on top of him filling him with kisses and whispering “I love you” against his caramel skin.
"Did something happen?" Taehyung composes himself and analyzes his face. Jungkook is careful to keep his expression inscrutable, stuffing his anger into a corner.
"Yeah" He answers abruptly and in that simple monosyllable Taehyung discovers his true emotions beneath his facade. “I don't want us to argue, you know? All I need is for us to talk honestly”
Taehyung nods, without saying a word. Jungkook is tacitly grateful that he's willing to just talk.
“I… I can't fake joy when what I feel is something heavy that corrodes me” Jungkook doesn't know how to start bringing up the topic without wanting to accuse him of something he's not aware of. He's not one to judge him prematurely, so he remains cautious. “I know that your work is your priority and you are as professional as you can be. For this reason, I know that you must get closer to your clients to obtain the best results”
Taehyung doesn't move for a few seconds, analyzing his words, trying to figure out his intentions. Jungkook gets desperate at the fact that the older acts as if he doesn't know what he's talking about.
“If I'm honest, I don't know what you're going for with this” the blonde-haired refutes, his palpable confusion proving that, in fact, he has no idea what Jungkook is saying. “I would like to be here in Seoul all the time, angel. What wouldn't I give for it? But I have contracts that prevent me from doing that”
“I don't understand why you have to treat your customers like more than customers” he blurts out without thinking, in an outburst of frustration.
Taehyung's growing confusion makes him more desperate.
"Are you jealous?" the blonde-haired asks with slight mockery, as if that were a small matter.
Jungkook is tired of him treating his feelings and thoughts as illogical. He wants to shout at him, to give voice to his thoughts that he has kept locked away for so long. He wants to say so many things that he doesn't know where to start and his silence is taken as an incentive for Taehyung to continue.
He takes two steps towards the younger and he walks away without concealing himself.
“Angel, let me remind you that I am a fashion designer, image consultant, and I was a model for a time” he says with a velvety voice, sweet and tender like honey. His smile and look are far from that, because there's a glow of superiority when remembering the jobs he has had in just twenty-eight years. “I'm someone desired in the industry, I have a long waiting list full of people who want me to design something for them in the hope of achieving a little recognition thanks to my name.” Again his hand approaches Jungkook's face and he doesn't move away, not because he doesn't want to but because his body doesn't respond. Taehyung cradles his cheek and continues speaking without losing the softness of his deep voice. “If you know that I've to talk with many people, then jealousy is unnecessary”
Jungkook huffs and grabs Taehyung's wrist to retract his hand. The blonde-haired man doesn't resist, although something hardens in his gaze.
"It's not that. I know exactly what your job entails” Jungkook tries, damn yes, to keep his voice at an appropriate volume. His efforts are in vain, and, as he continues speaking, anger colors his voice. Fuck it, just say it. “Sungbin called me a few days ago and told me that you were with a model all the time in Paris and it was beyond work”
Taehyung blinks slowly and when he processes what was said, he smiles big, as if he had just been told a joke and not something that has been tormenting Jungkook since yesterday, even before.
“Oh, baby, don’t make me laugh” The blonde-haired man rolls his eyes and adopts a chatty posture. “Sungbin stopped being my friend from the moment he mixed work and private life. That man is scandalous and a prude who loves to create gossip”
"He isn't like that-"
"How are you so sure? Are you two that close?" he asks, mimicking his acidic tone, his frown reflecting the spark of annoyance lighting up inside him.
Jungkook raises an eyebrow in disbelief. So offended that it seems as if he had just insulted him directly.
“Now you are the jealous one?” he spits, taking a step forward, losing his cowardice.
Taehyung tenses his shoulders and doesn't relax his facial expression.
"I'm not jealous. I only respond to you in the same way you are speaking to me” Jungkook grimaces and bites his tongue bitterly. The gesture angers Taehyung. “Look, I don't know where you're going with all this, but I haven't done anything wrong. My conscience is clean"
With everything Taehyung says, Jungkook gets angrier and angrier. Anger that rises to his head like uncontrollable smoke, a flame that doesn't seem to want to go out.
“You spent entire nights with that model, something you haven't done with me in years. It's been a while since you've given me all that attention, and you give it to someone who isn't your partner?"
Taehyung slumps his shoulders and closes his eyes tightly, on the verge of losing his patience. Jungkook wants to choke him and force him to tell the truth once and for all to end his ordeal. Being locked in his studio is a worse torture than enduring Taehyung's harsh gaze when he opens his eyes again.
In the past, that look would have doubled him down to make him give in. In the present, he doesn't give a fuck.
“Jungkook, this work is about spontaneity. We don't have fixed hours and work occurs at any time” the blonde-haired excuses himself with a strained voice, hidden acidity.
Jungkook's anger is mixed with sadness, longing. With his deep desires that he has never said out loud to his boyfriend because he didn't feel it was something he deserved to know soon. He was under the illusion that Taehyung would notice the cracks in their relationship and do his part to strengthen their emotional bond.
Jungkook is tired of waiting.
“Have you ever prioritized me as much as you do with your work?” his voice comes out cracking at the end, a moment of weakness overriding his seething anger.
What he hopes is that Taehyung will be the one to give in this time, that he'll agree with him and they can put an end to the matter. That never happens.
“Do you want us to have sex? Is that what you’re complaining about?” Taehyung frowns deeply to the point where small wrinkles form between his brows. Jungkook loses his sadness and imitates the blonde-haired man's action. “I thought the three rounds we had before I left would satisfy you”
"It's not that!" he screams, uncrossing his arms and waving them in the air in a gesture of pure desperation. “Stop twisting my words and understand me for a moment”
Taehyung relaxes his brow a little, barely perceptibly, and clenches his jaw to avoid blurting out things he doesn't really feel. Anger leads to saying hurtful things that he'll regret later.
“You're being hysterical” the older reasons without looking away from Jungkook.
The black haired snorts for the second time in half an hour and runs both hands over his head, which is throbbing painfully with a headache that will possibly torment him until he decides to take a migraine pill.
“Fuck you, Taehyung. I can't talk to you because you always minimize my feelings. You think that only you are right and that isn't the case” Jungkook speaks slowly, lowering the volume of his voice so that each word is heard and sinks into his boyfriend's brain. “The world doesn't revolve around you”
Taehyung sighs and softens his expression, giving them both time to calm their emotions. Jungkook waits for him to apologize, to at least accept his mistake.
How wrong he is.
“Of course the world revolves around me, mon amour” The smirk returns and Jungkook's violent impulses are aggravated by it. “I always get what I want. Things as simple as the toys I wanted as a child, getting into the university I wanted to study the career of my dreams, getting the position I wanted at a reputable company, then becoming self-employed and achieving stardom with just my effort. I also get the people I want” Taehyung imitates the action from before and runs his index finger delicately along the younger's jaw, who turns his face away from him in annoyance. The blonde-haired man isn't affected at all by the reaction. “I didn't take the first step with you, Jungkookie, but since I saw you I wanted you for myself. And look at you, you are here. So you doubt that the universe is in my favor?”
Taehyung comes from a wealthy family, a legacy of important and influential people in different areas. Politicians, public figures, doctors, researchers, scientists, artists. The Kim family has made sure throughout each generation to leave the surname engraved in history. Although Taehyung's parents did not initially support him in pursuing his dream of being a fashion designer, he managed to get into the best university in the country without help from his family.
Yes, Taehyung has tried hard, but his last name has given him privileges. While Jungkook, who also comes from a wealthy family, was completely left out by his parents. They didn't give the slightest help to make people pay attention to the Jeon's youngest son who sold his works of art at such low prices that Jungkook didn't see a profitable future in what he loved doing the most.
So similar and so different at the same time. Kim Taehyung, used to winning, and Jeon Jungkook, used to surviving no matter the circumstances.
“You are a narcissist, that's the truth” he hisses, poisoned to the core, the most angry and uncontrolled he has been since adolescence when his parents wouldn't let him live like those his age and wanted him to concentrate on studying the old law books that belonged to his predecessors, all of them lawyers.
At that time, he ignored them and followed his heart. Now, he's not going to let himself be sugarcoated by the blonde-haired's empty words either.
“I differ on that, sweetheart” Taehyung speaks calmly, unconcerned about Jungkook's state. Fire against ice. “If I were a narcissist I wouldn't be able to love you.”
“Do you, Taehyung?” he asks in disbelief, tilting his head as his face adopts a hurt expression. “Do you love me for who I am or because I am the most precious possession you have?”
Taehyung sighs, exhausted by the conversation as much as Jungkook is.
"Of course I love you" He assures with a weak smile that fails to move even a fiber of Jungkook's heart that's hardened by his overwhelming emotions. “Sometimes we are separated, but neither time nor space will separate us. Never."
I will never let you go. I want you only for me. Mine, mine.
Taehyung's promises resonate in his head like an unstoppable echo. Jungkook wants to believe him, but he can't.
“Taehyung…” he calls for no reason, looking up from the floor to Taehyung’s dark brown eyes, his expression trying to be as sweet as possible.
“Angel-“ the blonde-haired man responds, trying to touch Jungkook's arm.
He rejects the approach immediately and pushes him away with a push without real force that barely manages to make Taehyung move an inch.
"Don't touch me" he asks with a trembling voice, without lowering the hand with which he pushed Taehyung. He keeps it suspended in the air to reinforce his request. “I need time to think about our relationship. I…I don’t know if I can take this anymore”
The one who loses the patience this time is Taehyung.
"Take what?" he questions, raising both eyebrows, his body leaning slightly forward, a way of trying to snipe at Jungkook.
“This shit!” he shouts, opening his arms to refer to them and a force that's superior to them, one that pushes and pulls them tirelessly. “Your lies, your ego, your damn smile that always manages to convince me.”
Taehyung curls his lips, nodding sarcastically.
“I have endured things for you too” He retorts, getting close enough to Jungkook that the raven haired man has to raise his head slightly to be able to see him in the eyes.
"Oh yeah?" he says sarcastically, crossing his arms.
"Yeah" he responds in the same tone, without moving away. “I've had to watch Sungbin flirt with you and you being oblivious to it”
Now this becomes a fight of jealousy in which there will be no winner, since both jealous each other with equal intensity. Jungkook is more open about it, he says it without scruples, and Taehyung demonstrates it with impulsive acts, such as grabbing his waist or kissing him in front of the person with whom he's guarding the younger. He has even fucked him to oblivion because of the jealousy.
They complement each other in a perverse and perfect way.
“Can't I have friends? Do you have to be the center of my life?”
“Yes, damn it. Yes, Jungkook!” he vociferates, so out of his mind that it slightly surprises the younger. “You're the center of my life and I am yours, that's how things are”
I will never let you go.
“You take advantage because you know I love you…” Jungkook feels his hazel eyes sting with tears. He cries out of anger and helplessness, for love that he knows he can never ignore. Taehyung is the love of his life, that's the truth. “You know I'll always forgive you and that's why you fuck those shitty models”
Taehyung inhales and exhales heavily in an attempt to channel his emotions.
“I don't fuck them” he says under his breath, looking at a point past Jungkook.
The raven haired man takes Taehyung's jaw with his right hand and forces him to look at him, unable to look away for even a second.
“Say it in my eyes, Taehyung” he orders in a low voice full of dominance, imposition. "Say it"
The blonde haired man hesitates for a moment, but in the end he does it. He looks into his eyes and there's something in them that doesn't convince Jungkook at all. A strange, unusual and unknown glow.
“I don't fuck them”
Jungkook shakes his head slowly, not trusting the veracity of his words.
“Have you never done it?” He insists, squeezing Taehyung's jaw until the area takes on a reddish hue.
He hesitates a split second longer than before and Jungkook contorts his face in pure hatred.
"No"
"Liar" he hisses in a whisper. He crudely releases the blonde-haired man's face and due to the force it turns to the right like a doll. "I hate you, liar!"
Taehyung rubs his jaw with his left hand, taking a step back, now unsure of approaching the younger.
“Jungkook, stop being so dramatic for a moment. You're creating a movie in your head”
Jungkook clenches his fists on either side of his body and clenches his jaw so tightly he's afraid it's going to break any second.
“Fuck you. Get out of my way" he orders firmly, hoping Taehyung will relent. Please give in, give in.
He never does what he wants.
“No, I'm not going to leave” he shakes his head once and doesn't lose his frown. “I just arrived and I'm not leaving”
“Leave me alone and go with those cheap whores”
"No"
“Get out!” he moves away from Taehyung until he imposes a moderate distance and can have a view of his entire body.
Their voices continue to rise in volume to the point that they become screams and Jungkook is sure that the neighboring apartments must hear the argument, but he doesn't care. Nothing matters to him right now, he just wants Taehyung to disappear from his sight. Having him in front of him is like putting his worst enemy, even though he doesn't really have one. He's like a specter whose purpose is to torment him in real life and in his dreams. Jungkook wants to get him away as soon as possible, so he throws a blank canvas at Taehyung when he starts chasing him around the studio, preventing him from leaving.
"Leave me alone!"
Taehyung goes around an empty easel that lies forgotten in the center of the studio and tries to reach the raven haired, but he's agile and fast. He knows how to move around the room smoothly like a snake.
“Jungkook, I'm never going to leave your side because I haven't done anything wrong” he states, taking strides to try to reach the younger's side, who avoids him again.
"Idiot" he spits through clenched teeth, moving behind his desk to have a barrier between him and Taehyung.
He keeps throwing everything in his path at him. Brushes, paint jars, pencils, more canvases, even the small wooden chair he uses to work on his smaller pieces.
Taehyung dodges each object regardless of the size or force with which it is thrown, but the chair exceeds the limit of his patience. Jungkook sees how the wood of the chair manages to hurt his forearm.
He doesn't apologize, he just stays away, watching for his next move.
“Stop acting like a child, Jungkook” Taehyung asks without trying to approach him, respecting, for the moment, the desk that separates them.
“No, you stop acting like a child and admit your mistakes. Tell me to my face once and for all what you have done. I want the truth, is it that hard?" he presses one last time, one last chance for him to be honest.
Taehyung raises his arms helplessly and lets them fall to either side of his body.
“I already told you I haven't done a damn thing” he insists through clenched teeth.
Jungkook gives a fake smile, his nails digging into the palm of his hand that struggles to contain itself from crashing into his boyfriend's handsome face.
“Go to hell, liar”
The bomb explodes and Taehyung approaches Jungkook at lightning speed. He surrounds the desk and this time prevents him from escaping from him. He grabs his arm without measuring his strength or his grip and pushes him against the nearest wall, a few meters from the canvas that reels from Jungkook's impact on the wall.
Taehyung presses him against the cold material of the wall without removing his hand from Jungkook's arm. His grip remains the same and their breasts rub against each other with each inhalation. His gaze burns crimson, in intense and uncontrolled rage that struggles to overflow and burn the other. Either one burns first or both burn, there's no other choice.
"What? Are you now going to hit me?” Jungkook provokes by raising an eyebrow, not resisting the strength of the blonde-haired man's grip that makes his arm ache with every passing second.
Taehyung clenches his jaw, swallowing his words because it's obvious that Jungkook is doing everything he can to make him angry and it seems to be getting easier. In the older man's façade of serenity there are cracks that only Jungkook can see thanks to the fact that he knows him like the back of his hand. In those cracks there's lack of control, overwhelming emotions that fight to break out of his confinement and take the reins of his little self-control.
“Hit me. Do it” he prompts under his breath, pushing against Taehyung, genuinely wanting him to hit him, to show the violent side of him that he doesn't know about.
Throughout the years they've been a couple and even before they became one, Taehyung has never dared to lay a hand on Jungkook. He's the most gentlemanly man he has ever met in his life and there's something that tells him that he would never resort to physical violence no matter how angry he's. However, he wants to see the animalistic, primitive and dark side of Kim Taehyung.
In the process of getting closer, their clothed crotches rub because they are of similar height. The contact is short-lived, accidental, but no one ignores it. Jungkook takes advantage of this and pushes against him again, he keeps repeating the insults that he knows bother Taehyung, he keeps playing the victim, the poor prey who's about to be mistreated. It's quite a show that both enjoy in the midst of anger. They love to be the center of attention.
Passion and anger. A new combination, a discovery in the young couple that excites them as the minutes go by as the angry glances continue, when the friction doesn't stop and their firmness increases.
Taehyung loosens his grip on the raven haired's arm and carefully lets go. That same hand rises to Jungkook's face out of inertia, unable to stay away from him, like a magnet that attracts him no matter how hard he tries to contain himself.
“You are my downfall, Jungkook” he murmurs against his half-open mouth, those lips looking inviting in the warm midday light streaming in through the studio windows.
Taehyung's hand travels to the back of Jungkook's neck and desire explodes like fireworks in their chests.
"I know"
His speech is cut off by Taehyung bringing their mouths together in a wild, rough movement. Jungkook sighs contentedly against his mouth, his hands cling to the older man's forearms, he digs his nails in as hard as he can so that they pierce the material of his shirt and feel it on his skin, leaving a mark.
Their tongues meet morbidly and their mouths move at a frenetic pace that takes their breath away. Jungkook's glasses present a slight discomfort in the middle of the kiss, but they don't bother to worry about that detail.
Neither deprives themselves of touching the other, and there are soon hands under clothing that isn't an impediment when both have enough experience to know how to make their way under tight and uncomfortable clothes.
Jungkook unbuttons Taehyung's shirt and caresses the fullness of his chest, his pectorals, his abdomen with poorly worked abs and ends with his v zone, the bones that stand out there thanks to his low-rise pants that give him a view that makes him mouth watering. Meanwhile, Taehyung caresses Jungkook's lower back under his sweater and traces the thin lines of the ink of the black tattoo that he loves to see every time he's on all fours, at his disposal, for him. His, his.
Their hands desperately run over the body they know perfectly, the skin they have kissed and admired on countless occasions blinded by pleasure, regardless of the place.
“Son of a bitch…” Jungkook whispers as Taehyung bites his lip hard and breaks the delicate skin of his lower lip, which takes on a red hue the color of the blood that comes out of the small wound in the center of the lip. "I hate you, liar."
Taehyung puts both hands under Jungkook's pants and squeezes his fat buttocks over his underwear, making the younger moan, always so sensitive and willing.
“Of course you do” teases the blonde haired man against his neck, leaving kisses all over until he reaches the mole that decorates the milky skin. He gently bites and licks the damaged area.
Jungkook clings as close to Taehyung as humanly possible. His underwear is an annoying barrier that separates him from the big hands of his boyfriend who continues kneading his buttocks with devotion, the kisses on his neck never stopping.
“Touch me…” he asks in a whisper as he's in a cloud of ecstasy that makes him delirious.
Taehyung moves up to his mouth and joins their lips in the same heated rhythm as before. A messy kiss full of saliva, tongues and teeth that clash against each other without giving it importance. The only thing they long for at that moment is to satisfy their desires and Jungkook isn't good at waiting, not anymore.
Then, without saying a word, the raven haired gives Taehyung one last kiss on the lips and forces him to separate his hands from his buttocks. The action catches the older man off guard, who's about to question him, until Jungkook's agile fingers rest on the fly of his pants and, with a mischievous smile, he lowers the zipper to let the garment fall to his heels, leaving to the blonde haired man in just underwear. Same white underwear that has a small stain decorating the front. Jungkook's smile widens at this.
Sudden passion fills them both until there's no room for any other emotion, and anger is forgotten for a moment.
Jungkook kneels before Taehyung, in fact, his position is much more suggestive, with his torso leaning forward and his hips raised, his poorly fitted pants pulled down just enough for the tattoo on his lower back to be visible, a tramp stamp. Taehyung swallows and curses under his breath.
The youngest's back makes a delirious curve and the lines of his body look tempting, so Taehyung's erection becomes annoyingly painful amid the discomfort of his underwear and Jungkook enjoys his suffering. Instead of helping him, he simply moves his hips in a soft and sensual sway, without eagerness.
“Jungkook…” he calls between his teeth, in an incomplete plea that doesn't move the aforementioned. “Fuck, please”
"Please what?" he asks, pretending not to understand, his head tilted delicately, his hands resting on the floor.
Taehyung growls, not in the mood to play along, and roughly grabs the back of the younger's neck until his face is pressed against his hard erection. Jungkook gasps at the rawness of the action and rubs his cheek against the blonde haired man's cock in delight. He moves carefully and his hips imitate the same rhythmic rhythm, his ass looking annoyingly tempting.
His left hand moves away from the ground and rests on Taehyung's waist so he can support himself better, so that his body is properly pressed against his angelic face, his reddish lips shiny with saliva from the passionate kisses. It doesn't take long for his mouth to open and begin to outline his boyfriend's fat cock on his underwear. His tongue joins his movements, he runs his tongue up and down, from the balls to the glans, which are deliciously marked.
With his eyes half-lidded, he maintains eye contact with Taehyung, who's breathing heavily, his imposing hand still on the back of Jungkook's neck, as if he's afraid he'll walk away, when they both know that's not going to happen. The black haired continues to play with him for seconds that become eternal and agonizing minutes.
Just when his underwear becomes completely dirty and soaked by his saliva, he decides that enough has been enough and it's time to take action. Jungkook moves away a few millimeters and with both hands on either side of the elastic of the boxer shorts, he carefully slides it down the older man's strong, tanned legs. Taehyung takes off his boxers and carelessly sets them aside.
Taehyung's dick rises gloriously, almost crashing against his abdomen, the beautiful black pubic hair decorating his crotch. His veins are marked along the length and the plump, deep red glans is adorned by a thin layer of precum that continues to drip under the watchful gaze of the raven haired.
Jungkook licks his lips morbidly and gives a small smile that makes Taehyung hold his breath, his throbbing cock begging for attention, and the younger one doesn't hesitate to give it to him instantly by wrapping his entire hand around the base. The contact of the cold hand against the hot member makes both of them sigh with delight, especially Taehyung, who has his head slightly tilted down to observe his boyfriend.
Jungkook is phlegmatic when it comes to masturbating him, and, although this may exasperate many, in Taehyung's case it increases the expectation and turns him on quickly. The heat in his belly spreads throughout his body and he bites his lower lip while the boy continues pumping his dick.
The precum runs down the glans towards the base and falls on a part of Jungkook's hand. As if this were any indication, the younger concentrates on the head of the cock and spreads the precum throughout the length. His wrist moves with precision, his fingers caress the opening of the glans and this makes Taehyung hiss, receptive to each celerity.
Taehyung's cock throbs insistently in his hand, so he sets aside the glans, satisfied with the lubrication at the base, and continues pumping the length with his mouth joining the equation. His lips hover around his balls and begins to suck vigorously.
“Fuck” Taehyung curses through clenched jaw, his hand moving from the nape of the raven haired's neck to his head.
At that moment, Jungkook can see that the older man wants to take off the white headkerchief that's getting in the way, but he refrains from doing so because then his long locks would fall into his face and get in the way. Taehyung settles for placing his hand on Jungkook's head and forgetting about the annoying headkerchief to concentrate on the wonders that the youngest's mouth does on his balls.
Jungkook gasps audibly, his tongue running lasciviously from his balls to the base. His hand rests on the glans and covers it suspiciously, continuing to lick the extension, feeling each vein with his experienced tongue. Taehyung moans at the feeling and sight he wouldn't trade for the world.
The dick shines with saliva and precum, but this isn't enough for Jungkook, so he moves his hand away and puts the entire extension in his mouth, until his eyes fill with tears and his nose is a few centimeters away from touching the blonde haired's pelvis.
He stays still for a few seconds, reminding his mouth of the size of his boyfriend's member. Taehyung bites his lower lip at the pleasure of the warmth of Jungkook's cavity, and, without warning, the raven haired slowly pulls it out, his tongue caressing the base in such a delicious way that they both moan in unison.
Jungkook leaves his lips wrapped around the head and moves his tongue circularly, his hand covering the base to continue masturbating. Taehyung sees stars on his eyelids and his hand hovers around the headkerchief, crumpling the material and making the youngest gasp.
Jungkook's tongue moves down to the foreskin and licks quickly, mimicking the movements of his hand. Taehyung feels himself edged toward the anticipated ejaculation when the raven haired's mouth wraps around his cock, his hand still at the base, so low that it occasionally brushes against his balls with each movement.
Jungkook looks at him carefully from behind his black-rimmed glasses. His thick eyelashes bat with innocence and his mouth of the most divine red is around his fat, heavy cock.
Taehyung throws his head back, hitting the wall. His right hand moves to the back of Jungkook's head and caresses the strands that manage to peek out from under the headkerchief that's slightly out of place.
“I want you so much, Jungkook” He confesses, using his little strength, because he feels the life draining away with each suck Jungkook gives on his cock, with his tongue moving nimbly along one side of his extension and on the head. He knows how to alternate each movement so that Taehyung feels a pleasure that completely blinds him.
They are each other's downfall, they destroy each other until they become ashes that are rebuilt between loving kisses and tender caresses. A process that's repeated over and over again and that they'll never get tired of.
Jungkook bobs his head quickly and his mouth makes morbid sounds that mix with the excess saliva that drips from his chin onto Taehyung's dick. And so, the studio is filled with ragged gasps and the loud sounds of the fellatio.
In a matter of seconds, Taehyung decides he's not going to hold back his release any longer and moans in warning. Jungkook understands the signal and leaves the head on his tongue, thus receiving the discharge of cum into his mouth, the whitish jets painting his pink cavity. Taehyung squints his eyes while he ejaculates so as not to miss the younger's expression of satisfaction upon receiving the cumshot.
When the discharge ends, Jungkook releases the cock and swallows the semen without further ado. His reddish lips have saliva and a few drops of cum that didn't manage to enter directly into his mouth.
Taehyung doesn't let him recover and lifts him carelessly off the ground, his weight becoming light as he's ecstatic with lust. Jungkook grunts and squirms in his grip, but the blonde-haired man doesn't let go, on the contrary, he lifts him onto his shoulder as if he were dead weight and spanks him hard.
“Put me down!” he demands, hitting him insistently on the back, seeing everything upside down due to the position that makes him feel humiliated, like someone insolent who has behaved badly and must receive a punishment.
“Now it's my turn to have fun” Taehyung says in that characteristic commanding tone of his.
Jungkook senses that he has no chance to run away and return to his angry state after having sucked the elder's dick. Furthermore, deep down, he wants to continue. The best is missing.
His dreams come true as they leave his study and head to the master bedroom, where he has grown accustomed to sleeping alone in a bed too big for just one person. And now, with Taehyung there, that cold bed would burn with desire.
The blonde haired man releases him somewhat gently and he falls back, his body bouncing momentarily on the mattress. From that position, with his legs slightly open and his glasses falling down the bridge of his nose, the older man's cock appears semi-erect, still insatiable.
Taehyung takes off his shirt with a certain hint of desperation and, once he leaves it behind, he climbs on top of Jungkook to kiss him with the same palpable desire as at the beginning. This is what fuels the youngest's pride, that even though Taehyung has come thanks to blowjob, he still desires him at primitive levels that show that he'll never have enough of him.
The kiss is interrupted when Taehyung pulls away and looks at him for several seconds with dark eyes, shadowed by lust.
“I'm going to leave your ass dripping with cum” Taehyung whispers in an impossibly deep voice, his breath hitting his ear and his lips trailing down the length of his neck.
Jungkook moans at the promise and at the blonde haired man's wet mouth that sucks and bites his sensitive neck. His hands travel to the older man's shoulder blades and that's when he really realizes the difference between the two. Taehyung completely naked and he still dressed. For some reason this turns him on.
The kisses on his neck stop almost instantly because the annoying sweater prevents him from having access to the rest of his skin, so Taehyung pulls away and watches him from above.
“Get in four” he orders in the same hoarse voice, probably from moaning so much a few minutes ago.
Jungkook meekly obeys, not wanting to play hard to get when his own semi-erect dick begs to come out of his underwear and he wants Taehyung inside him, breaking him in two, turning him into a mess.
Once he's on all fours, with his torso on the mattress and the rest off it, with his feet resting on the floor, Taehyung lowers his pants along with his boxers and takes them off completely. His movements are desperate, practically clumsy, but Jungkook knows that the reality of a good fuck is imminent. It's impossible to have bland sex with Taehyung.
With his ass in the air and his beloved tattoo decorating his milky skin, Taehyung makes a sound of acceptance and spanks the same spot he did a few minutes ago. The area is reddish, the older's hand painted on the buttock. Jungkook gasps with his face turned to the side, his cheek against the mattress. Because of his position, he can't see exactly what Taehyung is doing, but he doesn't need to see it to feel good, because the older man's hands grab his buttocks and spread them so that his pink entrance is open in sight.
Taehyung spits on two of his fingers, the index and the middle. Jungkook closes his eyes, his eyelids suddenly feeling heavy, and he focuses on every sound and sensation. The blonde haired man's two fingers rub his entrance, feel around the outside and slowly insert themselves, dragging a long moan out of Jungkook, who missed having his boyfriend's digits in his ass, because he was already tired of his dildos and his own fingers that never managed to please him as he wanted.
The blonde-haired's fingers are long and thin, efficient in the task of opening him and touching his sensitive area. Jungkook leans on his elbows so he can turn his head and watch Taehyung move his fingers slowly at first, stretching his walls deliciously. The task is easy not only thanks to his boyfriend's digits, but also because of his own work. Taehyung is quick to notice the tightness of his entrance and a dry laugh escapes his lips.
“You've been having fun without me, and you still have the nerve to complain at me?” he hisses unamused, his tone somewhat acidic.
Jungkook clenches his fists on the bed covers, trying to fit his thoughts into a coherent sentence.
“I-It's not like that… I did it by myself”
And it 's true. The two and a half months he spent relatively alone were a torture for him, who has undeniably developed an enormous sexual appetite. It's not like Taehyung hasn't taken longer business trips, but he fucked him so well last time that he was left wanting more, so he used his toys to try to recreate the sensation, even just a little. Like an impudent man, he opened his entrance with dildos and his fingers almost every day, including yesterday, long before receiving that call.
Taehyung leans in to kiss his shoulder and his body relaxes, his tone shifting to a mocking one.
“Hm, how needy you are, Jungkookie” his fingers increase their speed and the excessive saliva generates morbid sounds that make the younger moan sharply. “You can’t go a week without wanting a cock up that fat ass of yours.”
Jungkook nods somewhat absently, his hips joining Taehyung's fingers that don't take long to interrupt his pleasure by leaving him a few seconds later, leaving his entrance throbbing, wanting more and more.
He doesn't have time to compose himself when Taehyung's glans probes his entrance, precum spreading messily around the area. Jungkook bumps his ass against the older man's pelvis, impatient. In return he receives another spank that makes his belly tickle and his ass burn from the force used.
The older one also has his cards to make him beg, since he doesn't insert his cock immediately, but instead rubs the extension in the middle of his buttocks, masturbating slowly, leaving precum scattered in his wake.
“Put it in, damn it” he demands without real authority, his voice coming out airy and labored, his lungs burning from not getting enough oxygen.
“Keep cursing and I won't give you anything” Taehyung warns with his hands on either side of his hips, burying his fingers with excessive force that makes Jungkook hiss in pain when the older man's short nails dig into his delicate skin.
He doesn't need to follow orders from anyone, least of all a liar. So he reaches back to take Taehyung's dick and without waiting for him to assimilate the situation, he inserts it all at once, making himself moan so high that it reverberates in the room.
Taehyung doesn't scold him, as he would have expected him to do, on the contrary, he wastes no time and begins to thrust wildly, his hips moving in an animalistic but precise way. Jungkook rolls his eyes and his hand rests on top of Taehyung's right hand, still on his hip.
His legs begin to tremble from the force of the thrusts and his mouth opens to be able to moan without restraint, accompanying Taehyung's breathy gasps, his labored breathing revealing the incredible effort he's using to fuck him quickly and fiercely against the edge of the bed, letting out his anger and frustration.
Jungkook's glasses slide down the bridge of his nose and threaten to fall, but he brings them up again because each thrust shakes his body with a hardness that dislodges them again. He moans high-pitched, his throat dry and fucked up, his half-lidded eyes glistening with tears of passion. His left hand sneaks under his sweater, which makes him feel hot, and his fingers focus on mercilessly mistreating one of his brown nipples, in circles, from one side to the other and with light slaps. And his cock rubs against the bed with each of Taehyung's thrusts, so he's delaying his release as long as he can.
“Shit, you’re swallowing my dick” says under his breath the blonde haired, his balls hitting hard against Jungkook's ass, generating a morbid melody that joins the moans of both.
Jungkook squeezes his hole and Taehyung's cock feels wonderful, he can feel every vein and the delicious width of the length.
The blonde haired man finally fulfills his wish and removes the headkerchief with a single pull, throws it to the side of the bed and Jungkook takes advantage of the small interruption to take off his glasses, being careful not to damage them, leaving himself free.
Taehyung grabs his hair in a fistful and forces him to hold his head up, the expanse of his neck glistening with a dark purple colored hickey, a memory for later, when they regain lucidity.
Despite the time they've been in the position, Taehyung doesn't slow down his thrusts and seems to get inspired as the minutes pass by, somehow regaining energy with each broken moan from Jungkook, a lone tear running down his flushed cheeks. His entire body vibrates against the bed, his muscles losing strength with each thrust that shakes him to the core.
The raven haired locks that the blonde haired man can't get a hold of stick to his sweaty forehead and limit his vision a little, but that doesn't matter to him when his own tears prevent him from seeing clearly.
His cock drips insistently and Taehyung's constant cursing makes him collapse onto the mattress, exhausted. He's ready to cum, until his boyfriend's cock pulls out of his entrance and leaves him empty, incomplete.
He doesn't even have the strength to support his own weight or tilt his head and complain at the sudden stop, so he looks like a bag of bones when Taehyung turns him over and lifts him with a strength that Jungkook doesn't remember typical of him.
He's so far gone that he doesn't bother to understand the situation until his bare back hits one of the walls of the room, his legs supported by Taehyung's vigorous arms that are adorned with almost imperceptible black hair.
Jungkook sniffs and wipes the tears from his eyelashes with the back of his hand and then pushes his hair back. With some renewed clarity, he now makes eye contact with Taehyung, his animalistic gaze making him gasp in delight. Their mouths meet messily, having missed being together. One of his hands grabs the golden strands of Taehyung's hair that decorate part of the nape of his neck and forces him apart, a string of saliva connecting both their mouths.
“You fucked that model, right?” he asks in a whisper, his throat aching from the simple effort of speaking.
Taehyung doesn't answer him right away. Without looking away, he thrusts his dick back into his hole with a single thrust, taking his breath away for a moment.
“There's no one like you, Jungkookie” he whispers against his neck, leaving a kiss on his collarbone and then resuming his accelerated pace, with so much force that Jungkook even feels some pain, but it's a pleasant pain, one that makes him almost scream. “No one compares to you, mon amour” he gives him an open-mouth kiss that doesn't last long, but he doesn't separate from him, both breathing in each other's mouths. "Nobody"
Taehyung grabs the edge of Jungkook's sweater and lifts it up enough to expose his torso, immediately finding what he longed for. His mouth approaches one of his nipples and sucks it quickly, leaving it well covered in saliva. The pleasurable movements of Taehyung's tongue and his warm mouth draw broken, labored moans from him.
As Taehyung continues to suck on his nipple, the thrusts lose power, and after a hard suck that makes his nipple stand proud, salivated and erect, Taehyung is the first to cum. He dumps his cum into Jungkook with a guttural moan. The discharge is so much that it manages to come out through his hole and runs down his ass and stains part of his thighs. Despite this, Taehyung continues thrusting into him as the cum keeps spurting out, helping Jungkook achieve his own release that comes after a few seconds. His poor cock finally stops hurting when a generous amount of semen shoots into the air and lands on his and the blonde-haired's bellies.
They kiss again, ironically without less rudeness, slow, soft, deep. They take the time to kiss each other without eagerness while their cocks become flaccid, completely worn out after an intense sex session.
Taehyung leaves playful pecks on Jungkook's lips, drawing a snort from the younger, pretending to sound annoyed. Of course, he's still angry, but that emotion lives in a hidden part of his being, because he can't be in a bad mood right now, not after having been properly fucked.
The blonde-haired's arms tremble with the effort and Jungkook holds on to his firm shoulders so he can get down on his own. Just as he expected, his legs tremble pathetically and when Taehyung pulls his dick out of him, his hole burns impressively and the cum comes out morbidly. He's genuinely devastated, to say the least.
However, in his deplorable state, with traces of tears on his cheeks, a film of sweat all over his naked body, lips burning red and hair messy, Taehyung still sees him as the most beautiful work of art in the world, and only he has the privilege of seeing it.
"So precious" the oldest says in the middle of his trance of admiration.
Jungkook pouts and in return receives a kiss on the forehead that erases his expression immediately. His hands don't leave his boyfriend's shoulders, because otherwise he would fall to the ground, embarrassingly weak.
“I might forgive you just because you fucked me good" Jungkook comments, tracing non-existent figures with the tip of his index finger on the blonde-haired's sweaty chest, his eyes never leaving Taehyung's, since they are hypnotizing.
“And what is there to forgive if I haven't done anything?” the dumbass dares to say, his hands wrapping around the younger's small waist, distracting him from the seemingly endless discussion.
Jungkook raises an eyebrow and covers Taehyung's neck with his hand, pretending to choke him. And the blonde-haired isn't self-conscious, he just smiles proudly.
“Keep lying to me and I will tear you to pieces, asshole” He threatens with a sweet voice, opposite to the force with which he begins to squeeze the wide neck of his boyfriend.
"Please do it"
Here we go again.