Taekook Shorts
Spare Room, Stolen Breath
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This is an Enemy to Lover trope
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Jeon JungKook
Are you seriously leaving all your crap on my side again?
Taehyung didn't look up from his Sketchpad
Kim Taehyung
It's not your side, golden boy. We're in the spare room. It's Communal.
Jungkook’s jaw clenched as he kicked a pair of Gucci slides out of his way.
Jeon JungKook
Communal doesn’t mean you get to sprawl like a damn cat marking territory.
Taehyung finally looked up, eyes heavy-lidded with lazy contempt.
Kim Taehyung
If you’re so bothered, why don’t you sleep on the couch tonight?
Jeon JungKook
Because Namjoon hyung told me I could use this room while mine’s under repairs. Not that I needed your permission.
Taehyung’s gaze dropped slowly, purposefully—to Jungkook’s chest, still sweaty from dance practice.
Kim Taehyung
Then stop whining and take a shower. You’re making the room smell like desperation.
Jungkook growled under his breath.
Jeon JungKook
You’re such a pretentious—
Taehyung murmured, voice lower now, teasing.
Kim Taehyung
You always stop right before you say something real.
Jungkook leaned closer without meaning to, face inches from his.
he whispered, voice rough.
Jeon JungKook
You drive me crazy.
Taehyung blinked. His breath hitched. Just slightly.
Then he smirked.
The dorm was quiet that night. Everyone else was out. Jungkook had half a mind to sleep on the floor just to avoid looking at him.
Taehyung’s shirt rode up slightly as he reached for something on the shelf, exposing the smooth line of his back.
Jungkook didn’t mean to stare.
But he did. Taehyung caught him.
Kim Taehyung
Like what you see?
Jeon JungKook
In your dreams.
Kim Taehyung
Who said you weren’t in mine?
Heat coiled in the air, thick and heavy like rain that never falls. Neither of them moved. Not until Jungkook stepped forward, slowly, as if pulled by invisible string.
Taehyung didn’t back away. He tilted his head.
Kim Taehyung
What are you gonna do, Jeon? Hit me?
Jungkook’s voice was gravel.
Jeon JungKook
You want me to?
Taehyung’s breath was shaky now.
Jeon JungKook
Then what do you want?
Kim Taehyung
I want you to shut the fuck up.
Jungkook grabbed his jaw, tilted it up, and kissed him like he was furious about wanting it.
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Spared Room, Stolen Breath 2
It started with teeth. Tongues. Jungkook’s hand sliding into Taehyung’s hair, yanking his head back as he growled into his mouth.
Taehyung gasped, clawing at Jungkook’s shirt.
Kim Taehyung
You’re—fuck—you’re angry.
Jungkook pushed him against the wall, one hand around his throat—not choking, just claiming.
Jeon JungKook
You’ve been asking for it since day one.
Taehyung laughed breathlessly.
Kim Taehyung
Then take it. I dare you.
Their lips crashed again. Jungkook’s hands moved possessively—waist, hips, sliding under Taehyung’s thin shirt. His skin was hot. Quivering.
Taehyung moaned when Jungkook’s thigh pressed between his legs.
Kim Taehyung
God, you’re so—aggressive.
Jeon JungKook
You like it.
Jungkook growled, pulling his shirt off with one hand.
Jeon JungKook
You fucking like this.
Taehyung pulled him down into another kiss.
Kim Taehyung
Shut up and ruin me already.
They didn’t stumble into the bedroom.
They stalked into it.
Jungkook pushed Taehyung backwards, never breaking the kiss, only stopping long enough to tug Taehyung’s shirt over his head and toss it aside. Taehyung’s breath hitched as Jungkook’s hands finally touched him everywhere—shoulders, ribs, waist, hips.
Jungkook muttered. His voice was ragged.
Taehyung sat on the edge like he owned it.
Jungkook dropped to his knees between Taehyung’s legs.
Taehyung whispered, but the words melted when Jungkook kissed just above his waistband.
SLOW. OPEN-MOUTHED. CLAIMING.
Jeon JungKook
You talk too much
Jungkook muttered against his skin.
Taehyung’s fingers buried in Jungkook’s hair as the younger mouthed a trail down his abs, sucking deep marks that would bloom into bruises by morning.
Kim Taehyung
You’re obsessed with me.
Jungkook looked up, lips glistening.
Jeon JungKook
I’m going to prove that you are, too.
He pulled Taehyung’s sweats down so painfully slow that it made Taehyung whimper.
Jungkook crawled up over him after stripping them both, eyes never leaving Taehyung’s.
Jeon JungKook
Tell me to stop.
Taehyung stared up, flushed, lips parted.
Jeon JungKook
Tell me you don’t want this.
Kim Taehyung
I want it so bad I can’t breathe.
That was all Jungkook needed. His mouth covered Taehyung’s again, kissing like a punishment, his hand sliding down to grip his thigh and push it wide open.
Jeon JungKook
You’re mine tonight, Mine to break. Mine to worship.
Taehyung moaned—gorgeous and wrecked—and arched into him as Jungkook’s fingers slid lower, teasing, preparing him with unrelenting slowness. Every motion was slick, sinful, deliberate. Jungkook knew what he was doing. He wanted Taehyung writhing. He wanted him desperate.
And Taehyung gave in—biting his lip, gasping, bucking his hips shamelessly.
Taehyung’s voice cracked.
Kim Taehyung
Jungkook—please—just fuck me already—
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Spared Room, Stolen Breath 3
Jungkook pushed in slow—too slow—and Taehyung’s back arched like a bow.
Taehyung hissed, head tossed back, eyes fluttering shut.
Jungkook held his hips still, breath hot against Taehyung’s ear
Jeon JungKook
You feel that? That stretch? That’s mine.
He rolled his hips forward again, deeper this time, and Taehyung clawed at the sheets, biting down on a gasp that came out more like a sob.
Jeon JungKook
You’re shaking
Jeon JungKook
But you’re taking me so well.
Taehyung choked on a whimper.
Jungkook pulled almost all the way out, then snapped his hips forward so hard the bed thumped against the wall.
And he did.
Rough, deep, ruthless. No mercy. No patience.
Taehyung’s hand scrambled up Jungkook’s chest, his other clutching the pillow like he’d drown without it.
Kim Taehyung
Jungkook—fuck—fuck—
Jeon JungKook
Say my name again
Jungkook growled, slamming into him so hard Taehyung nearly screamed.
Kim Taehyung
Jungkook—please—I’m gonna—
Jeon JungKook
Come for me.
Jungkook kissed him deep and dirty.
Jeon JungKook
Right now. I want you to come on my cock.
And Taehyung did.
Hard.
Shaking, moaning, mouth open with no sound, eyes wide with shock at the sheer intensity of it. Jungkook didn’t stop, didn’t slow—he held him down, fucked him through it, until Taehyung was gasping from over stimulation, limp beneath him, ruined.
Jungkook finally stilled, groaning deep in his throat as he came hard inside, panting against Taehyung’s neck, their bodies slick and tangled.
The room was quiet.
Only their breathing.
Taehyung blinked up at the ceiling, lips red and swollen. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke.
Kim Taehyung
Still think I talk too much?
Jeon JungKook
Not right now.
He rolled over, tugging Taehyung into his chest without even thinking. Taehyung didn’t resist.
They stayed like that for a while.
Breath to breath.
Kim Taehyung
We’re going to fight again tomorrow,
Jeon JungKook
... But you’re mine now.
Jungkook kissed his temple.
Kim Taehyung
I always was.
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