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Taehyung was nearly certain he wasn’t going to want to hear what his father had to say. Months of early mornings and late nights had done nothing to increase the profit margins of the family’s business and it was spiraling out of control quickly. Soon, the hemorrhaging would be more than the bandages they kept applying would be able to handle.
Steeling himself, Taehyung entered his father’s office, piles of paper everywhere. His father had always preferred hard copies vice reviewing anything on a computer screen but the clutter just made Taehyung’s head spin.
His father glanced up, his smile genuine although the stress of the last year had etched itself across his face. Taking his reading glasses off and setting them on the desk beside the red pen he’d been using to mark up the document in front of him, his father leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled in front of him.
“Taehyung…” His father sighed and then rubbed his face harshly. When he lowered his hands, Taehyung’s chest ached for the sadness in his gaze. “The quarterly reports were just released…”
He’d suspected this was what his father had wanted to discuss. “I saw, appa. The worst quarter the company has ever had…but that has to mean that it can only go up.” Taehyung wanted to stay positive, wanted his father’s, and his grandfather’s life’s work to not disintegrate the moment he stepped into leading the company they had built from nothing.
His father smiled sadly. “If only that were true. But your optimism and hard work will get you far in life, Taehyung. We’ll need to meet with the stockholders…”
Nodding, Taehyung said, “I already scheduled the meeting, appa. You don’t have to carry this on your own.”
The smile on his face shifted from something sad to fondness. “I always forget you’re not the little boy playing with your blocks at my feet while I work anymore. You’ve grown into a fine young man…I just wish I could have handed over a thriving company instead of a crashing one.”
“Appa, no…” Taehyung struggled to find the words to convince his father that it was the world shifting to more automated functions and not his handling of the company. “It was nothing you did, society has just changed. And we’ll find a way to do so and be at the top again.”
It was obvious his father did not agree but had no more to say on the topic. His father had always been a quiet man. Quiet in running a billion-won company, quiet in the grief of losing first his mother, then his father followed quickly by his wife, all in the span of a year after the pandemic hit hard. Quiet in the eternal love that Taehyung felt deep in his bones.
“There was something else I wanted to discuss,” his father said quietly, his eyes dropping to the deskin front of him. The pause stretched and then he said, “I received word that the Jang’s are pulling out of the arranged marriage.”
Ice ran through his veins and his breath caught as Taehyung sat back hard against the leather armchair. His marriage had been arranged when he was 18 to join with the eldest son, Junseo, and as the family’s business had floundered more and more, Taehyung had become more antsy for them to wed. Not from any semblance of affection, Taehyung was indifferent to the man himself, but more the stability of the Jang’s company.
The hope Taehyung carried began to ebb away. He’d failed before he’d even had a chance to begin.
“Taehyung, were you listening?” his father asked.
Blinking a few times, Taehyung’s voice was hoarse as he said, “I’m sorry, appa, I was just trying to wrap my head around the news. What were you saying?”
His father sighed, not in impatience but in fatigue. Holding Taehyung’s gaze for a moment, his father said quietly, “I want to reach out to the Jeon’s about the possibility of arranging a marriage between you and Jungkook. He’s in med school and has no interest in taking over the family business, while you have spent your entire life being prepared to run a large company. Their company holdings are stable and can help offset Kim Enterprises until we can get back into the black. But before I talk to them, I wanted your agreement.”
It was too much unexpected news in the span of only a few minutes and his head swam with the information. Jungkook…the adorably awkward boy he’d known since they were teenagers. The boy that had tutored him through college, ensuring that Taehyung had graduated with high marks and had fallen for his shy friend. The boy who was now a man that took his breath away each time they crossed paths or met for coffee to catch up.
Had fate smiled down on him so much to have allowed even the faintest of possibilities that he’d be able to share his life with someone like Jungkook?
Heart racing, Taehyung whispered, “Yes, I agree.”
**
The weariness was in his bones, part of his DNA now. Everyone told him it’d be hard and Jungkook had understood it on a fundamental level but the actual experience of med school was beyond his comprehension.
Add onto it the worry of his father’s health after his mother’s death during the pandemic, and it was like juggling too many balls and the impossibility of keeping them all in the air. The crash and burn was coming, Jungkook was just hoping it was after he graduated from school.
After slipping his shoes off, Jungkook padded into the kitchen to find his father pulling out to-go containers from the barbeque chicken restaurant a few blocks away.
“Appa, I would have made dinner,” Jungkook said as he guided his father to the kitchen table they preferred over the giant dining room. When it was just the two of them, there was no point in using the dining room for anything other than spreading out documents or laundry.
His father smiled gratefully as he sat and Jungkook plated the food before sitting across from him at the table. “I know, but you have studying to do. I’m nowhere near the cook that you or your eomeoni-“ His father’s voice broke and he took a shuddering breath as he stared at the plate of food in front of him. “I don’t want you worrying about me, you should be focusing on your studies.”
“I can do both, appa,” Jungkook said softly.
The sudden loss of his mother 3 years before had been crushing for both of them, but his father was still deep in his grief. Once a robust, lively man, he’d withered to a shell of the man he once was, his health declining steadily.
His father’s sadness was so raw when he lifted his gaze that it made Jungkook’s stomach swoop. “I know you can. But you shouldn’t have to.”
Then his father began to eat and after a few moments’ hesitation, Jungkook began to do the same. They chatted about his school and what specialties Jungkook was considering, his father shifting the conversation back to Jungkook each time it drifted away. His father had always been like that, selfless and focused on his only child.
Wiping his hands and mouth with a napkin, his father said, “I spoke with Kim Youngsik this afternoon.”
Heart skipping a beat, Jungkook said as calmly as he could, “Oh? What did he have to say?”
Before he spoke, his father took a long drink from his soju. Setting the bottle on the table, he said, “It seems that his son’s arrangement with the Jang’s has fallen through.”
Jungkook’s eyes shot up to meet his father’s, a rush of heat traveling through his body. His boyhood crush had morphed into something else when their friendship had blossomed while they were both in college. He rarely saw Taehyung now that he’d graduated and was working as many hours as Jungkook was currently studying. Just the mention of him had his heart pounding wildly.
But it was also crushing news for Taehyung and his family, not only the implication of the Jang’s breaking the contract but also the financial loss to the family.
“Wow, that’s surprising,” Jungkook said carefully, eyes on his plate of food.
His father sighed and said, “Maybe. Maybe not. Kim Enterprises has been suffering the last few years and they haven’t been able to keep up with the changing world. I suppose it makes sense that the Jang’s decided they didn’t want to be saddled with the dying company.”
Nodding, Jungkook remained silent. Junseo wasn’t the brightest or the most pleasant to be around, but his family’s wealth was steady and would have gone a long way in helping the Kim’s. And Taehyung was beautiful and kind and such a good listener and always-
“Youngsik asked about a marriage between you and Taehyung,” his father said softly.
Jaw dropping, it took Jungkook a moment to compose himself. That couldn’t have been what his father had said…could it? There was no way that the universe would be benevolent enough to arrange for him to marry someone as wonderful as Taehyung.
“I…” Jungkook began but then stopped when no further words came to him. Trying again, he said, “I bring nothing to the marriage, why would the Kim’s want that?”
His father’s smile was gentle, kind. “Don’t sell yourself so short, Jungkook. You are a handsome, clever young man and anyone would be happy to have you as part of their family.” Hesitating a moment, his father continued, “But there are financial benefits as well. While Jeon Industries is a much smaller company, it was stable during the pandemic and has steadily risen over the last few years. By joining the two companies, it would also mean that Taehyung could take over the running of both and our company will stay in the family.”
Jungkook’s shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry I’m not the son you hoped for. Running a business-“
“Running a business is not your calling,” his father said gently. “You will be an amazing doctor one day, Jungkook. I saw it when you took care of your mother, it is your gift. And I couldn’t be more proud. But I can’t keep running the business and I’ve considered selling over the last year.”
“What…” Jungkook gasped. It was his father’s second child, built from nothing into something amazing. To sell it would likely break his father’s heart.
For the first time in forever, his father’s eyes sparkled when he smiled. “My brother and his wife have been trying to get me to come live with them on Jeju Island. The warmer weather and the sea seem to be good for my health and after my last visit in the winter, I’ve thought long and hard about how to manage it all. But I’ve decided that I don’t really want to.”
Before Jungkook could say anything, stunned that his father was even considering leaving Seoul, he continued. “I don’t want you to feel pressured into a marriage you don’t want or that you feel obligated to agree to for my sake. If this is not a match you want, I can also hire someone to run the company and still keep a hold onto it.”
Not a match he wanted? Of course, he wanted it. Wanted more than anything else he’d ever wanted anything. It was beyond his wildest dreams that kept him up late at night, imagining little scenarios of him and Taehyung together. Scenarios that were about to become a reality.
Swallowing hard, Jungkook said, “I don’t feel obligated, appa. I agree to the marriage.”
**
It had only been a few months since the last time he’d seen Taehyung, but it was the first time since the papers had been drawn for their marriage. Everything was moving fast, the Kim’s business needing the support and once the deal was made, his father had started making arrangements to move to Jeju Island.
Stomach in knots, Jungkook paused in cooking dinner to brace himself against the counter to take a deep breath. It would be fine, he’d known Taehyung for a decade. He was kind and patient and thoughtful…and stunningly handsome to the point that Jungkook could barely breathe around him.
There was a buzz at the front door and Jungkook hurried over to hit the button to let Taehyung in. Jungkook wiped his damp palms on the front of his pants and took another slow breath. He’d shared a meal with Taehyung numerous times, and this would be no different.
Except Taehyung was now his fiancé and just the thought sent a jolt of adrenaline through his veins.
The soft knock at the door startled him and then Jungkook hurriedly opened the door, out of breath despite having already been standing there. He’d probably have to get used to that, living life without enough oxygen…unless Taehyung wanted to live separately?
“Hey,” Taehyung said softly and pulled Jungkook from his spiraling thoughts. “Are you okay?”
Stepping back so fast he almost stumbled over his own feet, Jungkook stuttered, “Yeah, of course. Come in, come in.”
With another searching look, Taehyung stepped in and slipped off his shoes. “I brought champagne so we can celebrate.” Then Taehyung brought a bouquet of flowers from around his back as he added, “And these are for you.”
Interspersed amongst the orange tiger lilies were deep red Caroline allspice and Jungkook’s breath caught as he took them from Taehyung. Ducking his head as heat rushed into his face, Jungkook said softly, “They’re our birth flowers.”
“Um, yeah, they are,” Taehyung said and Jungkook lifted his gaze at the uncertainty in his voice. Were his cheeks pinker than usual? “I thought it was fitting, considering…”
They stared at each other for the longest moment and then Jungkook whispered, “They’re beautiful, thank you.”
His heart pounded an unsteady staccato as Taehyung followed him into the kitchen. Taehyung hummed in appreciation while Jungkook placed the flowers in a vase and set them in the center of the kitchen table.
“It smells amazing in here,” Taehyung said, sliding into a chair at the counter. “I’d offer to help but I’m liable to ruin whatever you’re making.”
“Thanks, it’s makguksu,” Jungkook said, grabbing plates and chopsticks.
“That’s my favorite,” Taehyung said.
Glancing over his shoulder, Jungkook turned back to dishing the food onto the plates as he said, “I know.”
Taehyung’s cheeks were definitely rosier than they typically were when Jungkook handed him his plate and chopsticks. Jungkook balanced his plate, chopsticks, and two glasses as he walked to the table. When Taehyung hurried over to take the glasses from him, Jungkook gasped softly as their hands brushed and tingles cascaded up his arm to curl around his heart.
Eyes widening a fraction, Taehyung swallowed hard before stepping back and taking his seat across from Jungkook. Taehyung poured them each a glass of champagne, the silence heavy, filled with anticipation and unspoken words.
Raising his glass, Taehyung said as Jungkook raised his, “To our marriage.”
As the edges of their glasses clinked together, Jungkook repeated softly, “To our marriage.”
With his first bite, Taehyung groaned, eyes rolling back and a smile spreading across his face. Giddiness erupted inside and Jungkook lowered his head in an attempt to hide his own smile. They ate in companionable silence for a few bites until Taehyung spoke.
“We should probably discuss our marriage,” Taehyung said quietly, his eyes on his plate.
Peeking up through the hair that had fallen across his forehead, Jungkook said, “I’m sorry the agreement with the Jang’s fell through.”
Meeting his gaze, Taehyung said, “I’m not. I’d much rather be marrying you.” His cheeks bloomed the loveliest shade of pink and Taehyung cleared his throat before he added, “I mean, we’re at least friends. I barely know Junseo and, to be honest, what I do know I’m not the biggest fan of.”
His stomach sank a bit at his words and Jungkook forced a smile. “Well, then I’m glad you aren’t having to marry someone you’re not a fan of.”
Taehyung rubbed his face and then said as his hands dropped to his lap, “Shit, I’m sorry. That sounded awful and not at all what I meant.”
Meeting his gaze, Jungkook cocked his head to the side and asked softly, “What do you mean then?”
Staring hard at him for a second, Taehyung said, “I meant, I’m happy that I get to marry someone I like and consider a close friend, someone I enjoy spending time with. I…I think that’s a good foundation for a marriage.”
Nodding, Jungkook couldn’t hold his stare any longer and his eyes dropped to his plate where he set his chopsticks. He took a long drink of his champagne, more to give himself time than anything else.
There were so many details they needed to work out and they were all circling in his mind. “How do you see our marriage working?” Jungkook asked, his face growing warm.
“Well, a lot depends on what you want, but…” Taehyung paused until Jungkook met his eyes before continuing, “I think we should live together, have a real marriage and not just in name only.”
His stomach did a funny little swoop. It was what he’d been hoping for since his father had told him about the arrangement. “I agree,” Jungkook said, his voice breathless.
Taehyung was quite possibly the most beautiful person Jungkook had ever met, but when he smiled as he did in that moment, it was like the sun breaking through the clouds and his heart stopped beating before taking off at lightning speed.
The conversation was smooth after that as they decided they’d live in Jungkook’s apartment because it was centrally located. As Taehyung talked through the logistics, Jungkook rested his chin in his palm, enjoying listening to his voice…and the implication that they would be sharing a bed since he had a one-bedroom apartment.
“Do you want to go on a honeymoon?” Taehyung asked as they settled with another glass of champagne on the couch.
The setting sun beyond the large sliding glass door to the balcony was a myriad of vibrant reds and golds, creating a warmth in the room that set off the deep auburn in Taehyung’s dark fluffy hair and making his eyes glow the darkest amber. How was it possible that Taehyung, his sweet beautiful friend was going to be his husband?
But the question made Jungkook a bit melancholy. “I can’t miss school, we’re nearing finals.”
He desperately wished his answer could be different, that they could go on a vacation, maybe to the beach or to the mountains or a quaint little town to explore. It really didn’t matter, as long as Taehyung was there, it would be his favorite place.
Taehyung hummed thoughtfully and then said slowly as though he were thinking through it as he spoke, “What if we spend the night at a hotel and then we can plan on a bigger honeymoon during the summer when you have a break?”
Oh, God, Taehyung wanted to go on a honeymoon with him? Time with just the two of them…and then his question about the hotel filtered through. Their wedding night. Jungkook swallowed hard as heat rush both into his face and down to pool in his belly. To be able to touch him, to kiss him, to learn all the things that made Taehyung arch his body and curl his toes had all coherent thoughts falling from his mind.
“I think…” Jungkook began, trying to formulate a cohesive response and failing utterly. “Yes, I think that’s a good plan.”
Smiling softly, Taehyung said, “Leave it to me, I’ll take care of the arrangements, I know you’re busy with school.”
“I can help,” Jungkook said quickly, not wanting Taehyung to believe that he wasn’t invested in their marriage.
Taehyung reached over and threaded their fingers together. Tingles shot from his hand up his arm, making him dizzy.
“I know you can,” Taehyung said so softly, it was barely above a whisper. “But you don’t have to take care of everything on your own now. We’re partners in this.”
His words flowed through him, comforting a part of him that Jungkook hadn’t even realized needed it. He had been alone for so long, had assumed that was how it would be for him and to suddenly have the man he’d longed for not only about to become his, but to walk in life as partners made his throat tight with tears.
This was what his dreams were made of and Jungkook was afraid he would wake to find he’d made it up in his mind. But Taehyung’s gentle squeeze of his hand reminded him that somehow, someway, his life had turned into a fairytale, and he was going to get the happy ever after he’d dreamt of since he’d first met Taehyung years ago.
**
Their wedding ceremony was barely even that, just a quick signing of documents and then dinner with their fathers at a fancy restaurant that made it nearly impossible to say anything but a few words to Jungkook.
As they rode the elevator up to the honeymoon suite that his father had insisted on gifting to them as a wedding present, Taehyung scrambled for something to say to break the silence that stretched, to ease the tension. But he had nothing, the nerves pumping so hard inside, he could barely breathe.
The elevator doors opened, and Taehyung stepped aside to let Jungkook pass ahead of him. In his fitted black suit, Jungkook was stunning with his wire rimmed glasses and dark wavy hair. He looked so soft that Taehyung ached to touch him, to make sure he was real.
To make sure Jungkook was really his, to have and to hold until his dying breath. How he had become so lucky in his life was beyond him, but Taehyung would surely spend the rest of his life worshipping Jungkook the way he deserved.
The suite was exquisite, luxurious and plush with every amenity they could have asked for. But all Taehyung needed was Jungkook, who had stopped at the end of the bed. When his shoulders rose in a deep sigh, Taehyung was pulled forward by Jungkook’s obvious nerves.
Laying his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder gently, Taehyung said, “Hey…we don’t have to do anything. We can just sleep, it was a long day and we don’t need to rush-"
Jungkook turned, his eyes wide and said, “No!” Swallowing hard, Jungkook closed his eyes for a moment and then said quieter, “No…I’m just nervous.”
Sliding his hand down Jungkook’s arm to squeeze his hand, Taehyung raised it and pressed the palm of Jungkook’s hand against his chest, right where his heart pounded fiercely. Jungkook gasped and opened his eyes to meet his gaze.
“I’m nervous, too,” Taehyung whispered, his stomach twisting. “But we can be nervous together, right? We’re in this together.”
Eyes turning bright, Jungkook nodded. “We can do this together.”
Taking a step closer, Taehyung traced his fingers across his cheek and Jungkook turned his face to press a kiss to his palm. When Jungkook turned back to him, Taehyung leaned closer, until they shared their breath.
“We have our whole lives together,” Taehyung whispered, his chest fluttering. “If you want to stop at any point, we can.”
Softly, Jungkook said, “I won’t.”
Then Jungkook’s lips were against his in the softest kiss and they both sighed, leaning closer. Jungkook’s hands on his waist pulled him closer as Taehyung looped his arms around his neck, their kiss slow, unhurried, as though they had all the time in the world. A little thrill shot through Taehyung that they had the rest of their lives to kiss.
Taehyung tilted his head, fingers playing in Jungkook’s hair, and slotted their lips together. A whisper of a lick from Jungkook sent a shiver down his spine, and Taehyung melted against his husband. Jungkook did it again, this time across his lower lip and Taehyung moaned softly as everything became light and airy and full of so much promise that his chest was tight.
Deepening their kiss, Jungkook gasped when Taehyung’s tongue swept across his lower lip, a request. Jungkook parted his lips and Taehyung explored his mouth lazily, sparks raining down through his body each time their tongues brushed.
Hands traced up his sides to push at the lapels of his suit jacket and Taehyung unwound his arms from around Jungkook’s neck to let him push his jacket down his arms. Taehyung did the same, Jungkook’s suit jacket joining his own on the floor as Jungkook loosened his tie to pull from around Taehyung’s neck. Their kiss steadily deepened as they each pulled articles of clothing from the other, fingers fumbling with buttons until their chests were bare.
Taehyung panted as he broke their kiss so he could take half a step back and admire his husband. A lone lamp on the nightstand lit the room in soft warmth, Jungkook’s torso sculpted and toned, the perfect combination of narrow and broad.
“Oh, darling,” Taehyung whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”
The soft gasp from Jungkook made Taehyung tear his eyes from his body to meet his gaze. Jungkook swallowed hard and then said, “I like when you call me that…”
He hadn’t realized what he’d said, and Taehyung smirked softly, “Darling or beautiful?”
Jungkook’s gaze was searing and then he said, “Both.”
Their kiss was hungrier, needier and Taehyung melted against the warmth of Jungkook. He’d only seen Jungkook without a shirt a handful of times when they’d gone swimming or ran into each other in the locker room at the university gym. How many times had he wondered late at night what it would be like to have those powerful arms wrapped around him, to be cocooned by them? And despite the years of longing for them, it was nothing compared to the real thing.
The real thing made Taehyung feel safe and warm and cared for in a way that he couldn’t describe and had never realized he needed. Or maybe it was the way that Jungkook touched him oh, so gently, his fingers caressing along his back, his lips never demanding.
Kissing down his neck, Taehyung inhaled deeply the soft clean scent that he’d always assumed was from the clothes he wore but actually belonged to the man himself. Gentle cotton, laundry on a sunny day, Jungkook smelled like safety and security.
He smelled like home.
Fingers at Jungkook’s belt, Taehyung whispered, “Is this okay?”
Jungkook’s head dipped back with a soft groan when Taehyung sucked a kiss beneath his ear. “Yes, baby, yes…touch me, please…”
A shot of heat wove through his body to curl down low, his cock beginning to ache. Kissing further down his neck and then along his collarbone, Taehyung unfastened his belt and pants, pushing them down to pool at his ankles. Taehyung stepped back just enough that Jungkook could step out of them and then he stood in only the smallest black boxer briefs, his hard cock straining the fabric.
“Fuck…” Taehyung whispered as he sank to his knees, hands trailing down Jungkook’s chest and navel to his waist.
He mouthed over his clothed cock, Jungkook’s sharp inhale sending ricocheting heat through his body. Lifting his gaze to meet Jungkook’s heavy lidded eyes, fire and desire swirling in their depths, Taehyung eased the waistband of his underwear over his hard length and down his thick thighs.
And then the most perfect cock Taehyung had ever seen stood straight and hard in front of him and his mouth watered. Lifting a trembling hand, Taehyung stroked his cock loosely, admiring the precum that beaded at the slit. Unable to stop himself, Taehyung leaned closer and licked across the head to gather the precum onto his tongue.
“Oh, God, baby…” Jungkook breathed, his chest rising and falling sharply.
Holding his gaze, Taehyung licked from the base of his cock to the head then did it again along the side before swirling his tongue until his cock was wet. Then Taehyung lowered down his length to take as much of his cock into his mouth as he could.
It had been so long, and Taehyung had never been with someone that he wanted as much as he wanted Jungkook that his eyes closed as he enjoyed the weight of his cock on his tongue. Moaning, Taehyung opened his eyes to find Jungkook’s heated stare and then began to bob, slowly at first and then faster.
Jungkook brushed back the hair that fell across his brow so their eyes could meet, Jungkook’s lips parted as he moaned and breathed, “Oh, fuck, baby…oh, God…”
It had barely been a minute before Jungkook pulled Taehyung off his cock, Taehyung whining softly. He was definitely not done but Jungkook only lifted him to his feet to crash his lips down on his.
In between kisses, Jungkook said, “It’s been so long…I can’t…I won’t last…”
Reminding himself that he had years and years ahead of him to explore Jungkook’s body, Taehyung stumbled out of his pants after Jungkook unfastened them. As he stepped out of them, Taehyung fell back against the bed, taking Jungkook with him.
Although Jungkook caught himself before he fell completely on him, as soon as his weight was on him, Taehyung groaned loudly, his hips bucking up. Legs tangled, Taehyung ground his cock against Jungkook’s thigh, the blaze burning brighter at finally having the friction he craved.
Jungkook rolled his hips down, meeting Taehyung’s thrusts, bodies moving together rhythmically as they kissed. Fingers brushed across his tight nipple and Taehyung arched back with a cry.
“Baby,” Jungkook panted. “Tell me what you want…I’ll give you anything…”
Hands roaming across his broad, muscular back and shoulders, Taehyung gasped, “Fuck me…please, darling, fuck me…”
Under his breath, Jungkook said, “Fuck…”
Taehyung was falling, falling, falling into the depths of all the sensations that melded together at his core. When Jungkook pinched his nipple, Taehyung cried out again. When Jungkook sped up his thrusts, Taehyung met his hips. When Jungkook shifted to settled between his spread thighs, Taehyung groaned. And when Jungkook pinned his hips down with his chest and licked and sucked and nibbled on his hard nipples, Taehyung laced his fingers through his hair to hold Jungkook to him, afraid if he let go, he’d float away. Afraid if he let go, Jungkook would disappear as a figment of his imagination.
Blowing across a wet nipple, Jungkook’s voice was hoarse, raw as he said, “You sound so fucking good, baby. So fucking pretty like this.”
It was like lightning shot through him, and Taehyung’s hips bucked up against the weight of Jungkook’s torso. “Please, I need you…”
Kissing further down his navel, Jungkook sucked open mouthed kisses over his skin until he reached the waistband of his underwear. The moment Jungkook shifted back and his weight was gone, Taehyung’s hips rutted into the air, hands gripping the blankets and moans rumbling in his chest.
Fingertips dipped under the waistband and then Jungkook peeled them down his body, Taehyung’s legs spreading further as soon as Jungkook had tossed them aside. Body restless, Taehyung writhed against the sheets as Jungkook found the small packets of lube in the nightstand. His body was in a frenzy, but Taehyung caught how Jungkook’s hands trembled as he tore open the lube packet.
Taehyung asked softly, “Jungkook?”
Lifting his eyes, the anxiety was apparent despite Jungkook’s crooked smile. “I’m just nervous…” he whispered. “Tell me, okay? If you want me to do something different…”
Searching his face for a heartbeat, Taehyung nodded. “And you’ll tell me?”
Jungkook’s smile grew as he nodded and then took a deep breath. A lubed fingertip traced over his entrance and Taehyung spread his legs more, sighing. Ever so slowly, Jungkook pressed inside and his stomach clenched as Taehyung moaned softly, head tipping back.
When he was knuckles deep, Jungkook stilled his hand and asked softly, “Okay?”
Eyes fluttering open, Taehyung smiled. “So good, darling…you make me feel so good.”
Shoulders relaxing, Jungkook kissed up the inside of his thigh as he pulled his finger out and began slowly pumping it inside. Each time, his finger brushed against the spot that sent shots of pleasure through him and Taehyung was so focused on his finger that when Jungkook’s mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, he couldn’t stop his hips from bucking.
“Oh, God…” Taehyung moaned. “I need…please, I need another finger…”
Moments later, Jungkook pressed another inside as he slowly began to bob his head, taking more and more of his cock into his mouth. The heat built, the tension increasing, tightening, coiling, the wet heat of his mouth and the thrusts of his fingers leaving Taehyung gasping for air.
“Please…” Taehyung grabbed at Jungkook’s shoulders, trying to pull him up. “I need you.”
Pulling off until only the head of his cock was in his mouth, Jungkook sucked and swirled his tongue, his eyes fiery and sparks flew through Taehyung’s veins to meld with the heat down low. Then Jungkook pulled off completely and slowly pulled his fingers out.
“Condom?” Jungkook asked. “It’s fine if you want-“
But Taehyung shook his head. They’d both been tested as part of the marriage agreement and all he’d been able to think about since reading Jungkook’s test results was feeling him completely.
“I want just you,” Taehyung said breathlessly.
Jungkook swallowed hard, a groan rumbling in his chest as he stroked on the lube before shifting closer and sliding a pillow under Taehyung’s hips. Taking a deep breath, Jungkook pressed the head of his cock inside and then paused, both moaning. The stretch, being filled, just added to the pleasure radiating through his body, but it was nothing compared to Jungkook’s gaze, locked with his.
It pumped with every beat of his heart that this was Jungkook, his sweet, shy friend who he’d wanted for so long. That Jungkook was his, was with him now and for the rest of his life. Always his.
He pushed inside so slow, giving him a chance to adjust with every inch, hands caressing over his body, that Taehyung’s chest was tight by the tenderness Jungkook touched him with. As though he were precious, treasured, adored…as though Jungkook may feel just an inkling of the depths Taehyung felt for his husband.
When he was fully inside, Jungkook hovered over him, weight on his forearms as he pressed little kisses across his face and down his neck. Tears pricked at the back of his eyes from being touched so gently, from being here with Jungkook, from the power of his love for Jungkook. It had always and would always be Jungkook.
Taehyung wrapped his legs around his waist, arms holding him close and fingers trailing along his back and into his hair. Lips near his ear, Taehyung whispered, “You can move, darling…”
Jungkook lifted his head enough so their eyes met as he pulled out slowly, Taehyung’s lips parting in a gasp that shifted to a moan when Jungkook pushed back in side.
“Fuck…” Jungkook groaned, pressing their foreheads together. “You feel so good, Taehyung…”
Surrounded by Jungkook, his fresh cotton scent grounding him, Taehyung clung to him. With each thrust, Jungkook adjusted the angle, speeding up until electricity bolted through his body and Taehyung cried out.
“Oh, God…right there…don’t stop…” Taehyung rambled, fingers digging into his shoulders.
Jungkook’s groans became whines and he lowered his head, arms wrapping underneath Taehyung to hold him close. The tension in Jungkook’s body mirrored his own and Taehyung teetered on the edge.
Groaning loud in his ear, Jungkook’s thrusts faltered and then picked up speed, pounding into him. “Taehyung…I can’t…fuck, I’m cumming…”
His words are what pushed Taehyung over and he was all at once falling and floating, suspended in air as the wave rushed up over him, besieged him, engulfed him. Over and over and over until the edges of the world dimmed and all he was and would ever be was Jungkook’s. Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook.
Collapsing back against the bed, Taehyung was left gasping and clutching Jungkook to him. With the softest whisper, Jungkook groaned his name as the tension ebbed away from his body. Jungkook buried his face against his neck and inhaled deeply before pressing a kiss under his ear.
Eyes closed, Taehyung exhaled, “I love you…”
He hadn’t meant to say it aloud, it was only meant to remain in his mind, and regret made his stomach swoop as Jungkook’s body stilled a moment before he raised his head. His eyes were wide and brows raised, lips parted and if it had been any other moment, Taehyung would have cooed at how pretty Jungkook was.
“Wha…” Jungkook whispered. “What did you just say?”
His mind raced at how he could take it back but as he stared into Jungkook’s dark gaze, Taehyung found something he hadn’t expected. Hope.
And so Taehyung took a slow breath, determined to not take it back and to lay his cards on the table. “I…love you, Jungkook.”
With a quiet, choked sob, Jungkook closed his eyes for a moment and when they fluttered open, they were bright with unshed tears. His stomach twisted, not sure what was happening-
“I have loved you since you handed me a slice of cake at your father’s birthday party when I was 15 and then spent the rest of the party talking to me like you actually cared what I thought.” Jungkook’s voice was watery, and Taehyung reached up to wipe a tear before it could fall down his cheek.
Cock softening and slipping out, Jungkook held Taehyung close and rolled them, so they lay facing each other. Taehyung was speechless as Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair and kissed him softly, the ache in his chest growing tight.
He’d always seen Jungkook as an adorably shy, awkward teenager who just needed someone to pull him out of his shell. It wasn’t until college that Taehyung had seen Jungkook differently, still shy and a bit awkward but his quiet charm and sweetness had filled in all the lonely gaps inside until Taehyung had to fight the urge to pull Jungkook close and ask to be his.
Tilting his head back, Taehyung said, “Wait…you love me?” Smiling, Jungkook nodded. “Since we were in high school?” His smile grew and Jungkook nodded again. “Why…why did you never say anything?”
His smile dropped and his brows knitted. “You were so beautiful and popular…and then you were engaged.” Jungkook shrugged a shoulder, adding softly, “I assumed you’d just live in my heart forever.”
His chest fluttered and was near bursting with warmth. Taehyung kissed him, pressing closer. Against his lips, Taehyung whispered, “I want to live in your heart forever.”