Chapter 5: hot moments & work~

Moonlight spilled across the balcony, casting a silver glow on Taehyung’s delicate form. The red nighty clung to his curves, and the delicate chains on his hips and thighs shimmered with every graceful step.

Jungkook stood frozen.

His cigarette burned forgotten between his fingers, his eyes locked on his wife. Taehyung’s whispered confession floated in the night air like a sacred spell:

“...I’m yours.”

With trembling steps, Taehyung approached him, the soft jingle of his chains echoing in the silence. His heart pounded in his chest as he wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s broad shoulders, holding him tightly.

The warmth of Jungkook’s body seeped into his own, sending a shiver down his spine. The scent of smoke, cedarwood, and something darker—something uniquely Jungkook—filled his senses.

Jungkook’s breath hitched.

His hands found Taehyung’s waist, his fingers brushing the metal of the hip chain.

Cool metal met warm skin.

Jungkook (low, husky):

“You… you smell so sweet, kitten. Like honey and sin.”

Taehyung flushed, but didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed closer. The black shirt Jungkook wore hung loosely, exposing a glimpse of his chest. Taehyung’s fingers twitched with the need to touch, and he shyly reached up to trace the collar.

Taehyung (softly):

“Do I... look okay? You picked this out.”

Jungkook leaned back, taking his time to let his gaze sweep over Taehyung.

The red nighty hugged every line of his body, the chains like stars scattered across his pale skin. His eyes lingered on the choker around Taehyung’s throat and the way the nighty barely covered his thighs.

Jungkook (roughly):

“Okay? You're a fucking dream, kitten.”

Taehyung’s breath caught.

Under Jungkook’s burning gaze, he felt shy yet bold. He tilted his head, exposing his neck.

A silent invitation.

Jungkook didn’t wait. He leaned in, lips grazing Taehyung’s neck—slowly, gently, testing. Taehyung gasped, fingers clutching Jungkook’s shirt. But soon, those kisses deepened. They turned hungry, needy, and intense.

Teeth scraped softly against skin.

Taehyung (whimpering):

“Jungkook… oh…”

Jungkook’s hands slid lower, his fingers dancing across the hip chain again, tugging lightly. The faint jingle made Taehyung’s hips sway on instinct. Jungkook groaned, pressing open-mouthed kisses to Taehyung’s collarbone and lower.

His lips moved under the nighty, teasing, exploring.

Jungkook (muttering):

“These chains… they’re driving me insane.”

Taehyung arched into his touch, face flushed, heart racing.

Jungkook’s fingers found his chest, brushing over the soft peaks through the fabric. Taehyung whimpered, his head falling back as Jungkook marked his neck with faint red lovebites. His lips followed down his chest, tongue flicking teasingly.

Taehyung (breathless):

“Kook… it’s too much…”

Jungkook pulled away immediately, eyes searching for Taehyung’s face.

Jungkook (gently):

“Are you okay? We can stop, baby.”

Taehyung’s heart swelled at his care. He shook his head.

Taehyung (softly):

“No… I want this. But… I’m not ready for everything. Not yet.”

Jungkook nodded. His lips brushed Taehyung’s tenderly—slower this time, full of warmth and promise.

He guided Taehyung to the bench, kneeling between his legs. Jungkook kissed along his thighs, the cold chain warming under his lips. His mouth trailed down, teasing but never crossing the line Taehyung wasn’t ready for.

Jungkook (whispering):

“You’re so beautiful, Tae.”

He pressed a kiss over the thin fabric, lips lingering.

They didn’t go further that night.

Jungkook didn’t force him.

You know what I mean 😉

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Later that night

After a while, Jungkook stepped out of the bathroom—fully dressed in black, his hair styled, and gun holstered at his side.

Taehyung blinked in surprise.

Taehyung:

“Where are you going…?”

Jungkook (calmly):

“Work.”

Taehyung:

“You’re joking, right?”

Jungkook walked over, tilted his chin up, and kissed him—hard, possessive, but full of something deeper.

Jungkook (lowly):

“No, sweetheart. I’m leaving now. I’ll be back in the morning. Maybe..”

Taehyung (grabbing his arm):

“...Please… don’t go.”

Jungkook:

“It’s about someone’s life. Someone… precious to me.”

Taehyung (gently):

“Yoongi?”

Jungkook froze.

Jungkook (stunned):

“How do you know?”

Taehyung:

“I don’t know… I just feel it. You never cared about your parents much. But Yoongi—he's your cousin’s brother. And your grandma... she’s the one who made you marry me.”

Jungkook stared at him.

Jungkook (softly):

“Kitten knows everything about me... Yeah. She forced me, but I agreed. Do you think I’d give you my most precious things—like that wedding ring—if I didn’t want this?”

Taehyung (confused puppy eyes):

“I… I don’t know.”

Jungkook chuckled darkly and kissed his forehead.

Jungkook:

“I’m in a rush. I’ll explain more when I’m back. Wait for me.”

Taehyung (holding his hand tightly):

“Please be careful…”

Jungkook gave a small nod and left, his figure disappearing into the night.

Dressed in full black, sleek and dangerous, he looked like a Greek god—a deadly one.

Taehyung curled up in his red nighty, pouting softly.

Taehyung:

“I don’t like this… Why does he always leave?”

A memory flashed suddenly—his past life.

After the wedding ceremony ended,Jungkook leaving through another room, silently. Taehyung ignored him then, cold and distant. And the next morning, Jungkook returned—with a bullet wound in his shoulder.

He had never told Taehyung what happened and nor did he ask.

Taehyung gasped, the realization crashed into him....

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To be continued....

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Now it's enough I hope so Σ⁠(⁠ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ⁠)

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