The air in Los Angeles felt heavier than usual. Or maybe it was just Jeongguk.

He stood in the arrivals terminal of LAX, hoodie pulled up despite the summer heat. His jaw clenched every time another batch of passengers flooded the gate. The minutes dragged.

Then he saw him.

Kim Taehyung walked out, face half-covered by a black mask, eyes hidden behind oversized sunglasses. But Jeongguk would've recognized him anywhere. Even after nearly two years. Even after months of nothing but video calls and letters soaked with longing.

Taehyung spotted him instantly. His face broke into a smile, and he jogged the last few steps before wrapping his arms tightly around Jeongguk.

"Aegi..." he whispered, voice cracking, the word trembling with emotion.

Jeongguk inhaled sharply. The nickname hadn't been spoken aloud in so long. Not like this. Not outside of a whisper over poor military Wi-Fi.

He didn't say anything. Just pulled Taehyung closer, arms wrapped around his slim waist, grounding himself in his scent, his warmth.

---

The drive was quiet.

Not uncomfortable - just too full. Of memories. Of months spent apart. Of late-night calls where hands were pressed to screens instead of skin.

Jeongguk glanced at him from the driver's seat. Taehyung was staring out the window, fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

"You look different," he murmured finally.

Taehyung turned to him, smiling. "Better or worse?"

"Just... older and buff. Still beautiful."

A pause. Taehyung's voice dropped. "You didn't say much when I was in Paris."

Jeongguk's grip tightened on the wheel. "You were busy. Bogum kept you company."

That name.

That fucking name.

Taehyung blinked. "Are you jealous?"

No answer. Just a sharp turn into the hotel garage.

---

The hotel suite was luxurious, but neither of them noticed.

Jeongguk dropped his duffel bag. Taehyung dropped his bag more gently. They stood a few feet apart, the air buzzing.

Then Jeongguk said, quietly, "You remember that call, back in January?"

Taehyung's breath hitched. "The one where I cried after?"

Jeongguk stepped closer. "You came so pretty for me. Whispering my name while everyone else slept in the barracks."

Taehyung's cheeks flushed. "You made me. You said if I didn't, I'd have to wait a week."

Jeongguk's voice was lower now. "And then you touched yourself so slow. Like this?" He dragged his fingers across Taehyung's waist.

Taehyung whimpered. "Not as good as your hand."

Jeongguk's jaw clenched. "You wore that Celine suit like a whore, babba. All clingy with Bogum. Was that for me too?"

"I just missed you," Taehyung said. "So much I couldn't breathe."

"Show me."

"Did you have to be clingy with him, just to make me jealous,? Huh tae?"

"I love to play with fire...."

---

Jeongguk pushed Taehyung down on the bed, fully clothed.

He hovered above him, breath hot against his ear. "You think of me when he hugged you on the red carpet?"

Taehyung squirmed. "he is friend aegi-ya, he knows about us"

"Of course a good friend who has crush on you ..."

"Did you get hard?"

"Only when I imagined it was your inked hands"

Jeongguk kissed down his neck, biting softly. "You played with yourself after, didn't you?"

Taehyung's eyes fluttered shut. "I moaned your name into the pillow. Like on the call."

"Fucking slut."

.

"Only for you Daddy..."

Jeongguk stripped him slowly. Shirt first. Then jeans. Then his hands slid under Taehyung's briefs - fingers ghosting along the hardening length.

"You begged me on face time, remember?" he whispered. "I made you Cried so good for me , let you desperately beg for release when I made you edge for an hour."

Taehyung gasped. "plz do it again , I am yearning my body, my soul is begging for your precious touch my jungkookie, touch your hyungie huh?

Plzz...."

Jeongguk sank down, mouth hot and wet, taking him in. He sucked slowly, torturously, one hand gripping Taehyung's hip while the other held his thigh wide open.

Taehyung whimpered, arching. "Aegi- please, please-"

Jeongguk pulled off with a wet pop. "No cumming. Not until I say."

He tied Taehyung's wrists gently with his discarded belt, binding them to the headboard.

"You looked so pretty on screen, babba," he murmured. "But like this? This is mine, all mine, no fucking alive entity is allowed to watch you like this , but me..... either I will marry you or no one else "

"Either my dick will throb inside your plum ass or no one's. Do you get that??? Tell me do you understand huh????"

He shove two fingers in tae's mouth. "Suck on them Nice and wet, or I will go raw you won't be able to handle "...

Tae swirl his tounge around Jungkook's finger, wetting them , his saliva now dripping from Jungkook's fingers....

Jungkook slowly inserted two fingers at a time into him, curling them slowly, deliberately hitting every sensitive spot. Taehyung hissed, cried out, back arching, thighs trembling.

"You were so empty without me, weren't you?"

..

"Huh, tell me my babba , did you missed me ???

While Putting a average sized vibrator inside you....

Did that even make you feel anything????

Given that you are size queen for my 9 inches....."

He has this evil smirk on his face....

"Yes- ngh- I missed this so much- missed you-"

" I am size queen for you , Daddy "

Jeongguk leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "Then take what you've been crying for."

He kissed a trail from Taehyung's jaw down his chest, nipping at the soft flesh of his nipples until they peaked under his tongue. Red marks began to bloom - on his neck, his collarbone, down his ribs - each one a stamp of possession.

"You're mine," Jeongguk whispered into his skin, licking over the purple bloom just below Taehyung's throat.

"I'm yours," Taehyung sobbed. "Only yours, aegi. No one else- I swear."

"Then Prove it, Tae."

---

Jeongguk didn't give Taehyung a chance to breathe. Every kiss was bruising, every thrust punishing. His jealousy over Bogum poured out of him like fire - not gentle, not patient, but desperate and possessive.

He had Taehyung tied to the headboard, wrists straining, body arched beautifully beneath him.

"Thought you could smile at him like that, hm?"

Jeongguk growled, teeth scraping Taehyung's jaw as he pounded into him.

Taehyung shook his head frantically, whimpering, "N-no, aegi-only you, only ever you!"

"Only your touch can make me tremble like this

You know that...

You know how I like to rile you up..."

Jeongguk's hand wrapped around Taehyung's throat, just enough pressure to make him gasp.

"Say it louder and clear...no whinning like bitch....."

"I'm yours! I'm your babba-only yours!"

Taehyung cried, tears streaking his flushed face.

Jeongguk kissed those tears, then bit his collarbone, sucking marks deep into the skin.

"Mine to ruin. Mine to love. Mine to fuck until you can't even think of another man's name."

Taehyung was gone-completely undone, trembling, sobbing Jeongguk's name like a prayer while his body gave in to every rough snap of Jeongguk's hips.

Their orgasms hit like a storm - loud, messy, desperate. Jeongguk spilling inside, Taehyung shattering around him, the ropes digging into his wrists only adding to the dizzying pleasure.

---

Afterwards, Jeongguk untied him carefully, kissing each raw mark on his wrists.

"Is it hurting Babba?" he asked softly.

Taehyung shook his head, eyes glassy. "No... it feels like you, it feels like home....., seeing you caring for me...."

Jeongguk carried him to the bathroom, drawing a warm bath. He slid in behind Taehyung, pulling him against his chest. The water soothed their sore bodies, but it was Jeongguk's touch that healed.

He washed Taehyung's hair gently, massaged shampoo into his scalp until Taehyung hummed like a kitten. He kissed every bruise he'd left, whispering apologies and promises between each one.

"You're my home, babba. I'll never let go you for anything in the world, you belong to me , to us.....

We belong to us, I belong to us..my babba...."

Taehyung turned in his arms, pressing their foreheads together. "You're mine too, aegi. Always. Even when we were apart, you were mine."

Jeongguk kissed him slow - not hungry now, but soft, tender, eternal.

---

The next day, they went live for fans from the car, both wearing shades, hiding their tired eyes - tired not from sleep,

but from what they'd done to each other all night.

Taehyung leaned against Jeongguk's shoulder, voice sweet. "It's been so long since we did this together."

Jeongguk smirked, one hand hidden under the frame, fingers secretly brushing against

Taehyung's thigh. "Missed this too."

Fans spammed the chat with comments about how close they looked, how happy they seemed.

Jeongguk whispered under his breath,

only for Taehyung: "Smile for them, babba. Just like you smiled for me last night."

Taehyung bit back a blush, swatting his chest lightly. "Stop..." he mouthed, but his grin was too wide, too real.

The live ended with Taehyung saying softly, "Like we waited for each other."

Jeongguk leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "Always."

Plz ignore spelling mistakes 🙏🏻...

The car was suddenly quiet once the Weverse Live ended, the glow of the screen fading into the soft city lights outside.

For the first time all night, it was just the two of them-no fans, no hyungs, no cameras.

Taehyung's head tilted, lashes brushing his cheeks as he looked at Jeongguk with a smile that was both shy and mischievous.

"You were too close, aegi. The fans will say something."

Jeongguk didn't answer. Instead, he leaned over and captured Taehyung's mouth in a slow, soft kiss.

No rush, no urgency-just a press of lips that spoke of five hundred days without warmth.

Taehyung melted instantly, a sigh leaving his chest as his fingers found Jeongguk's hoodie strings,

tugging him closer.

The kiss deepened, tasting like reunion and restraint.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, eyes lingering.

"Let them say whatever they want," Jeongguk murmured, brushing his thumb along Taehyung's jaw.

A knock at the window startled them-their manager reminding them it was time to meet the members.

They shared a knowing look, fingers brushing secretly as they adjusted themselves and headed out, hearts still racing.

The studio was buzzing with warmth when they entered. The members surrounded them instantly-hugs, laughter, mock complaints about how different military life had made them.

Jimin clung to Taehyung the longest, smirking. "Paris suited you, Tae. And Bogum-hyung... he looked after you well, didn't he?"

Jimin is intentionally digging on that topic ,, Jeongguk knows very well...Jimin has watched Jeongguk being jealous over the pictures of his babba and that bubblegum ...

well in jimin's language , bogum is pronounced as bubblegum. .

Taehyung chuckled, but Jeongguk's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.

He said nothing, but his hand on Taehyung's lower back pressed just a little firmer.

Yoongi's eyes flickered knowingly, Namjoon distracted everyone with stories, and Hoseok teased them both until Taehyung laughed so hard his shoulders shook. For a while, it felt like home-seven pieces of one soul reunited.

They clicked selcas for their Instagram. But every time Taehyung's smile flashed at someone else,

Jeongguk's chest burned hotter with a possessiveness he could barely contain.

Hours later, the suit was silent when they slipped inside. Taehyung flopped dramatically onto the couch.

"Finally. Do you know how exhausting it is being adored by six hyungs at once?"

Jeongguk threw a pillow at him. "You love it."

"And although I am the maknea of the group but you are my baby ......."

"I do," Taehyung admitted with a grin, then tugged Jeongguk closer by the hoodie strings. "But you-" his eyes gleamed "-you were glaring at me since Jimin mentioned Bogum."

"I wasn't glaring," Jeongguk muttered.

"You were," Taehyung teased, brushing their noses together. "Were you jealous?"

"Of course I was," Jeongguk growled, pinning him suddenly against the couch cushions. "Do you think I liked watching you smile at someone else while I was stuck in a bunk bed, missing you so much I could barely breathe?"

Taehyung's grin softened into something fonder, but his voice stayed playful. "Oh, you mean those video calls? The ones where you begged me to touch myself until I was crying for you?"

Heat rushed through Jeongguk. He pinned Taehyung harder, lips brushing his ear. "You're lucky I don't start that right now, babba."

"Maybe you should," Taehyung whispered, then wriggled free with a laugh, dashing toward the bedroom. "Catch me, aegi!"

"By the way , why would you wince like that , while sitting ...now Top tae stans might be going crazy .."

Tae smirked.

" Ohh you wanna debate on that...my precious bottom, making buff body in military doesn't mean you can fuck me babba...". Jungkook tried to catch tae .

"And by the way I was trying to sit comfortably, my legs were feeling numb" Jungkook tried to clarify..

"Okay I really wanna believe that, but I will choose my own opinion..." Taehyung teased his boyfriend.

Jeongguk was on him in seconds, pressing him against the full-length mirror by the bed. Their reflections showed flushed faces, bodies pressed together, breaths quickening.

"Playing with fire," Jeongguk muttered, grinding against him.

"Ohh My Jeonkookie I know very well , how to make your di*k useful," Taehyung smirked, pulling him into a hungry kiss.

It was messy, heated, all tongue and teeth, Jeongguk's hand sliding under Taehyung's shirt. For a moment, it was unbearable not to take it further. But then Jeongguk forced himself to pull back, both of them panting, foreheads pressed together.

"Not tonight. Not like this, when you are still very much sore " he whispered, voice strained. "When I take you, babba, I want everything."

Taehyung's smirk curved softer, lips swollen from kisses. "Then may be we should just do 69," he murmured, tugging Jeongguk closer. "I'm not letting you sleep, without getting anything, you can't blame me Daddy jeongukkie, I have been away from you for so long"

Jeongguk's laugh was dark, teeth grazing his jaw. "Good. I don't plan on it."

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And the rest is history.......

Reflections of Hunger

The LA morning sun was soft through the blinds, painting gold across Taehyung’s bare face. He was still curled against Jeongguk’s chest, breathing slow and even, lips slightly parted in a dream. For a moment, Jeongguk just watched him, chest rising and falling, messy blonde hair spread over the pillow like a halo.

Five hundred days. Five hundred nights. And now he was here—warm, real, breathing against his neck. Jeongguk tightened his arm around him, pressing a kiss into his hair, heart aching with how much he had missed this.

Taehyung stirred at the movement, lashes fluttering open to reveal sleepy blue eyes. “Mm,” he hummed, voice still husky with sleep. “jeongukk-ah… you’re awake too early.”

Jeongguk chuckled, low and rough. “Can’t sleep when you’re wrapped around me like this.”

Taehyung smirked against his collarbone, dragging his leg higher to hook over Jeongguk’s hip. The shift pressed their bodies together—and Jeongguk groaned softly when his hardness brushed against Taehyung’s thigh.

“Oh?” Taehyung blinked at him with faux innocence, then bit his lip. “Were you hard all night, baby?”

“Maybe,” Jeongguk admitted, grinding slowly against him. His voice dropped, deep and teasing. “You move around too much in your sleep. Kept rubbing your ass on me.”

Taehyung giggled, hiding his face in Jeongguk’s neck for a second before looking up again with a mischievous glint. “So you’re blaming me for your dirty thoughts?”

“I’m blaming you for existing,” Jeongguk countered, rolling them suddenly so Taehyung was flat on his back beneath him. His hair fell into his eyes, muscles taut as he pinned Taehyung down, pressing their hips together deliberately.

Taehyung gasped, arching into the pressure, but he didn’t give in so easily. His hand slid lazily down Jeongguk’s chest, nails scratching lightly through the fabric of his tee before tugging it up just enough to reveal skin. “You sound desperate, aegi. Did the military make you that needy?”

Jeongguk’s breath stuttered, his body reacting instantly to the playful degradation. He dipped his head, capturing Taehyung’s mouth in a hungry kiss. Tongues tangled, wet and hot, teeth clashing when Jeongguk bit down on his lower lip.

“You’re talking too much,” Jeongguk growled against his lips.

“Make me shut up then,” Taehyung whispered, eyes half-lidded.

Jeongguk didn’t need more permission. He slid down the bed, kissing down Taehyung’s neck, leaving red marks along the pale skin, savoring the soft gasps that slipped from his lover’s mouth. His hand pushed Taehyung’s shirt up, revealing toned abs, and his lips followed the trail lower, lower—until his mouth hovered dangerously close to the waistband of Taehyung’s sweats.

Taehyung’s hips jerked, a whine escaping his throat. “Aegi…”

Jeongguk glanced up, eyes dark, lips wet. “You missed this, didn’t you? Me between your legs, tasting you until you cry?”

Taehyung’s cheeks flushed pink, his hand flying up to cover his eyes, as if the memory of their video calls was flashing back too vividly. His voice cracked when he admitted, “So much. I wanted you so bad, I thought I’d go insane.”

Jeongguk smirked, tugging at the drawstring of his sweats. “Then let me remind you what you were missing, babba.”

Taehyung’s sweats were halfway down his thighs when Jeongguk paused. His lips hovered just above the hard outline in Taehyung’s boxers, hot breath ghosting over sensitive skin. Taehyung whimpered, trying to buck up for friction—but Jeongguk’s strong hands pressed down on his hips, holding him still.

“Not so fast,” Jeongguk murmured, eyes glinting with something darker than lust. “You’ve been too spoiled, babba. Acting like you can run around Paris, clinging to someone else, and then expect me to just eat you up without a word?”

Taehyung froze, breath hitching. “gukk…”

Jeongguk leaned up, face close to his, voice low and rough. “Bogum.” The name dripped from his tongue like poison. “You think I didn’t see the way you smiled at him? The way you leaned into him, touching his arm like he was—” His jaw clenched, muscles tight with restraint. “Mine. You’re mine. No one else gets to hold you like that.”

Taehyung’s lips parted, caught between guilt and arousal. “It wasn’t like that, aegi. You know you’re the only one.”

“I know,” Jeongguk admitted, his hand sliding around Taehyung’s throat, thumb resting under his jaw—not choking, just firm enough to remind him of control. His pupils were blown wide, his chest heaving. “But I don’t like sharing. Not even a smile. Not even a look. You belong to me.”

Taehyung shivered, the mix of possessiveness and tenderness making his cock twitch against the thin fabric of his boxers. His voice came out breathless, needy. “Then… remind me. Remind me who I belong to.”

Jeongguk growled, the sound animalistic, vibrating through Taehyung’s bones. In one swift motion, he grabbed the belt discarded near the bed from last night and wrapped it around Taehyung’s wrists, binding them together above his head. The leather was snug but not cruel, holding him open, vulnerable.

Taehyung’s breath caught, eyes going wide. “gukk—”

“You trust me, hyungie?” Jeongguk asked, voice softer, even as his hands tightened the knot.

“With everything,” Taehyung whispered.

That was all Jeongguk needed. His lips crashed back onto Taehyung’s, messy and hungry, teeth dragging over swollen lips until Taehyung gasped into his mouth. Their tongues tangled, and Jeongguk swallowed every sound like it was oxygen.

Then he pulled back, smirking at the sight of Taehyung bound and panting beneath him. “Look at you. Tied up, begging without even saying the words. You’re perfect like this. My babba. My needy little brat.”

Taehyung’s hips jerked at the words, whimper spilling out. “Only yours. Always yours.”

“Say it louder.” Jeongguk’s mouth trailed down his chest, sucking harsh marks into his skin, each one darker than the last—proof, possession, punishment.

Taehyung gasped, head thrown back, wrists tugging helplessly against the restraint. “Yours! Only yours, aegi. No one else.”

Jeongguk hummed in satisfaction, tongue flicking over a new mark before biting down gently, making Taehyung cry out. He pulled back just long enough to admire the bruises blooming across Taehyung’s chest and collarbones. “Good boy. I want everyone to see who you belong to. Every mirror, every camera, every person—mine.”

Taehyung’s eyes fluttered shut, the praise mixing with the degradation until he was dizzy with it. “Please…”

“Please what, babba?” Jeongguk teased, fingers tugging Taehyung’s boxers down slowly, deliberately, until his cock sprang free, flushed and leaking.

Taehyung’s voice broke, desperate. “Please touch me. Please… do something, anything, I can’t—”

Jeongguk wrapped his hand around him at last, stroking once, slow and firm, before leaning down to kiss the tip. His tongue flicked out, collecting the precum, and his eyes never left Taehyung’s face. “Mm. Tastes even sweeter than I remember.”

Taehyung moaned, back arching, wrists straining uselessly against the belt. His thighs trembled as Jeongguk’s mouth opened wider, taking him in inch by inch, sucking hard enough to make Taehyung sob his name.

“You’ll remember after this,” Jeongguk murmured around him, voice vibrating. “Who owns this body. Who makes you fall apart.”

Taehyung’s head slammed back against the pillow, tears stinging his eyes as he choked out the only word he could manage. “gukkk—!"

Jeongguk’s lips slid lower, swallowing Taehyung down until his nose brushed against the patch of soft hair at the base of his cock. The wet heat was overwhelming, and Taehyung’s back bowed off the mattress, wrists straining against the leather binding. A broken cry tore from his throat, high and sweet.

“Too much—ah, aegi, too much!” His voice cracked, thighs trembling violently.

But Jeongguk only pulled back halfway, saliva trailing down his chin, and gave him a wicked grin. “You can take it, babba. Don’t hide from me now.”

His mouth descended again, slow and deliberate, lips stretching around Taehyung’s cock. The wet, obscene sound filled the room as Jeongguk sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, tongue pressing flat against the underside.

Taehyung’s vision blurred, eyes brimming with tears as his head shook weakly from side to side. “I can’t—I’m gonna—”

“You’re not cumming until I say so,” Jeongguk growled, pulling off with a pop. His hand pumped Taehyung lazily, keeping him on the edge, cruel and tender all at once. “You wanted Bogum’s attention so bad, hm? Then look at me, babba. Look at the man who actually owns you.”

Taehyung whimpered, dragging his teary gaze down, and the sight broke him completely—Jeongguk’s flushed lips shining with spit, jaw slick, eyes dark and hungry. His belt holding Taehyung’s wrists tight against the headboard, his hand stroking him with deliberate control.

“I-I only want you,” Taehyung sobbed, voice wrecked. “Only you, aegi. No one else.”

Jeongguk’s chest rumbled with a satisfied hum. “That’s right. Mine.”

He shoved Taehyung’s thighs wider, forcing his knees up until they trembled near his chest. Then he dove back in, devouring him with renewed hunger, sucking him down with such force that Taehyung’s toes curled and his stomach clenched.

Every drag of Jeongguk’s tongue was possessive, every gagging sound intentional, every wet slurp designed to drive Taehyung to tears. His throat worked around him, and the vibrations sent shocks of pleasure through Taehyung’s entire body.

“Ahhh—fuck, gukk, I’m gonna lose it—please, let me—” Taehyung’s voice broke completely, tears spilling down his temples. His hips jerked helplessly, but Jeongguk’s grip on his thighs pinned him down.

Jeongguk pulled back just enough to rasp against the head, his spit dripping onto Taehyung’s swollen cock. “You’re not cumming until I’m satisfied, hyung. You’re gonna beg me properly.”

Taehyung’s chest heaved, his voice shattered. “Please—please let me cum, I can’t take it, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, aegi—”

The desperation in his tone made Jeongguk groan, and he sucked him down again, rougher this time. His cheeks hollowed, throat swallowing greedily as his hand twisted at the base, stroking in rhythm with his mouth.

Taehyung screamed, his bound wrists clawing at air, body shaking violently as the pleasure built past reason. “Please—please, I’ll do anything—fuck, aegi, I’m yours, yours, yours—”

That broke Jeongguk. With one final harsh suck, he let his hand jerk faster, urging Taehyung over the edge.

“Cum for me, babba. Now. Show me who you belong to.”

The command tore Taehyung apart. His body convulsed as he came with a strangled sob, hot ropes spilling onto Jeongguk’s tongue and lips, dripping down his chin. His cry echoed through the room, raw and wrecked, tears streaming as his chest heaved.

Jeongguk didn’t stop right away—he milked him through it, sucking softly, letting Taehyung writhe against the bindings until every last drop was drawn out. Only then did he pull back, licking his lips slowly, eyes locked on Taehyung’s ruined face.

“My perfect hyungie,” he whispered, crawling up to press a filthy, cum-slick kiss to Taehyung’s trembling mouth. “No one else will ever get you like this. You’re mine until you can’t even remember your own name.”

Taehyung sobbed into the kiss, weak and undone, whispering against his lips, “Always yours, aegi. Always.”

Jeongguk didn’t give Taehyung much time to recover. His lips trailed down the side of Taehyung’s throat, sucking harshly until bruises blossomed, until Taehyung whimpered at the sting. He unbuckled the belt binding Taehyung’s wrists, kissing the reddened skin softly as if to soothe the marks—before grabbing those wrists and dragging him toward the floor-length mirror on the other side of the room.

“Up,” Jeongguk ordered, voice rough. “I want you standing.”

Taehyung’s legs trembled as he obeyed, still weak from the orgasm Jeongguk had forced out of him. His cheeks were wet, lips swollen, body flushed pink with sweat. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and flushed deeper, lowering his eyes.

“Look,” Jeongguk snapped, tilting Taehyung’s chin up so his reflection stared back at him. “You’re going to watch how pretty you are for me.”

Taehyung shivered, eyes glassy. “gukkk…”

“Spread your legs.”

He obeyed, thighs quivering as Jeongguk stepped up behind him. Jeongguk’s hands slid over his waist, dragging down his stomach, then gripping his cock that was already twitching back to life. Their gazes locked in the mirror, Jeongguk’s smirk sharp, Taehyung’s lips parted in soft pants.

“You see this?” Jeongguk growled, stroking him slow. “Even after I wrecked you, your body still begs for me. Not Bogum. Me.”

Taehyung let out a high-pitched whimper, pressing his forehead against the glass. “Yours—always yours.”

Jeongguk lined himself up and pushed inside in one hard thrust. The mirror rattled against the wall with the force, and Taehyung cried out, nails scratching against the cold surface as his reflection showed every tear, every twitch of his body.

“Fuck, babba,” Jeongguk groaned, slamming in again, one arm wrapped tight around Taehyung’s chest, holding him up. “So tight, so good. Look at yourself—look at how desperate you are.”

Taehyung’s head fell back against Jeongguk’s shoulder, a choked sob leaving his lips as their eyes met in the reflection. His body rocked with every thrust, cock bouncing helplessly in Jeongguk’s fist.

“You’re mine, babba,” Jeongguk rasped, biting his ear, hips snapping harder. “Say it. Say it while you watch yourself get ruined.”

Tears streaked Taehyung’s flushed face, lips trembling. “I’m yours, aegi—ahh—I’m only yours—fuck, I can’t—”

Jeongguk shifted his angle, thrusting deeper, the sound of skin slapping echoing with each sharp movement. His teeth dragged over Taehyung’s neck, marking him again and again, leaving a constellation of bruises down his pale skin.

“Look at how beautiful you are when you’re falling apart,” Jeongguk groaned, pumping Taehyung’s cock in rhythm with his thrusts. “No one else gets to see this. Only me. Only your aegi.”

Taehyung’s thighs quivered violently, his reflection a perfect picture of debauchery—hair sticking to sweaty cheeks, chest heaving, mouth open in a constant moan, tears glistening under the dim light.

“I—ahhh—I can’t hold it,” Taehyung wailed, pushing back desperately against Jeongguk’s thrusts. “Please—please let me—”

“Cum, babba. Paint the glass. Show me.”

With one more brutal snap of his hips, Jeongguk stroked him fast, and Taehyung broke. His scream echoed off the walls as he came violently, his release splattering hot against the mirror in streaks, dripping down the glass. His body collapsed against it, trembling uncontrollably, forehead pressed to the mess he’d made.

Jeongguk groaned, the sight burning into his memory—Taehyung undone, painting their reflection with his release. It only pushed him over the edge; he drove into him with feral thrusts before spilling deep inside, his own moans muffled against Taehyung’s damp skin.

They stayed like that, panting, pressed against the glass—sweat, tears, cum streaking everywhere—until Jeongguk finally softened his grip, kissing the side of Taehyung’s head.

“Look at you,” he whispered against his ear. “The most beautiful mess I’ve ever seen. My babba.”

Taehyung’s voice was barely a whisper, lips brushing the glass. “Always yours, aegi.”

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