5

The big mansion gates creaked open slow, like they knew something special was coming inside. The black car rolled up smooth to the front doors, and everything stopped. Taehyung's heart was still pounding hard from the club mess—spilling whiskey on the big boss, getting yelled at, thinking he was done for. But Jungkook... he saved him. Just like that. No yelling, no hitting. His eyes were soft now, not scary. The driver opened the door, and Jungkook stepped out first. He turned back, his hand reaching out to Taehyung.

"Come, Taehyung," Jungkook said, his voice all gentle and low, like warm honey wrapping around Taehyung's shaky body. "It's okay. Come with me."

Taehyung froze in the seat, his legs wobbling bad. Oh god, what now? Is this a trap? His big doe eyes darted up to Jungkook's face—those dark eyes staring right at him, not mad, just... pulling him in. He swallowed hard, his pouty lips trembling. "O-okay... s-sir," Taehyung whispered, his voice tiny and scared. He uncurled his small body slow from the leather seat and took Jungkook's hand. Ahh! His hand... so big, so warm. Taehyung's breath hitched sharp when their fingers touched—Jungkook's grip firm but soft, like he was scared Taehyung would break. Taehyung's heart jumped wild in his chest, butterflies going crazy. He stepped out on shaky legs, clinging to Jungkook's hand like it was his only lifeline.

Jungkook smiled a little, that rare smile making his eyes crinkle. "Good boy. Follow me." He led Taehyung up the huge stone steps, his thumb rubbing tiny circles on Taehyung's hand. It felt... safe? Weird. Taehyung's milky skin prickled with goosebumps under his uniform, still sticky from the spill. The mansion doors opened wide—wow—marble floors shining like stars, chandeliers dripping gold light everywhere. Taehyung gasped soft, his scared eyes going wide. "I-it's... so big..."

Jungkook chuckled low, squeezing Taehyung's hand. "Yeah, it's home now. For you too." He walked Taehyung through the fancy halls, past paintings and vases that looked expensive as hell. Taehyung's bare feet—wait, he lost his shoes in the rush—padded quiet on the cool floor. Finally, Jungkook stopped at a big wooden door. His personal room. He pushed it open, and oh my god. A massive bed with silk sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows showing the dark garden, a huge bathroom door cracked open. It smelled like Jungkook—musky cologne and something sweet.

"Sit here for a sec," Jungkook said, patting the edge of the bed. But Taehyung didn't. He stood there trembling, eyes down, hiccup starting again. What if he changes his mind? What if he hurts me now? Jungkook saw it—Taehyung's fear—and his face softened more. He went to his closet, pulled out a soft black t-shirt. It was huge, like a dress on Taehyung. He held it out. "You can go take a shower, and wear this. It'll feel better than that sticky uniform."

Taehyung stared at the shirt, his hands shaking as he reached for it. Hesitant... so hesitant. His fingers brushed Jungkook's again—zap—electric. "Th-thank you, sir... b-but..." Taehyung's voice cracked, tears pricking his eyes. He hugged the shirt to his chest like a shield.

Jungkook stepped closer, not touching, just towering gentle. "Don't be scared, Taehyung. I won't do anything. Promise. Just clean up, okay? You're safe here." His voice was so soft, eyes locked on Taehyung's, making Taehyung's tummy flip.

Taehyung nodded fast, cheeks burning pink. "O-okay... th-thank you." He turned quick and slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door with a soft click. Phew. Taehyung's heart was racing like crazy. He stripped off the uniform slow—shirt peeling from his @#curvy hips, pants sliding down his smooth thighs. The mirror showed it all: his milky glass skin glowing under the lights, blonde hair messy and wet from sweat, pouty lips still wobbly. God, I'm such a mess. He turned on the hot shower, steam filling the air. Water hit his body—ahh, so warm—washing away the club smell, the fear a little. He scrubbed gentle, his pretty pink knuckles turning red from rubbing. Took forever, but when he stepped out... drip drip. Wrapped in Jungkook's towel, he pulled on the t-shirt. It swallowed him—hung loose over his @#lewd curves, the hem brushing his thighs, sleeves flopping past his elbows. His wet blonde hair stuck to his neck, water droplets trailing down his collarbone.

Taehyung peeked out the door, shy as hell. "S-sir? I-I'm... done."

Jungkook was sitting on the bed, but when he looked up... he forgot to blink. His dark eyes went wide, tracing Taehyung slow—from his wet hair dripping shiny strands, down his smooth glass skin peeking at the neckline, over the way the shirt clung to his @#curvy waist and hips, outlining every soft @#lewd line. Taehyung's pink nipples poked faint through the damp fabric—oh no—and the shirt rode up just enough to show his milky thighs. Jungkook stared hard, jaw tight, breath catching. He's... looking at me like that? Taehyung's cheeks burned hard, blush spreading to his ears. He fidgeted, tugging the hem down. "S-sorry... i-is it... too big?"

Jungkook snapped out of it, but his voice came husky. "Taehyung... you look... perfect." A small smile tugged his lips. Inside, Jungkook's heart was thumping wild—he's perfect. So @#fucking perfect. Mine.

Taehyung blushed deeper, eyes down, biting his pouty lip. "Th-thank you..."

"Taehyung," Jungkook said soft, standing up. "You can sit here." He patted the bed again, closer this time. "And I'll come after taking a shower. Okay?"

Taehyung nodded fearfully, his doe eyes big and wet. "Y-yes, sir." He climbed on the bed slow, knees together, curling small like a kitten. The silk sheets felt like clouds—so soft. He watched Jungkook grab clothes and head to the bathroom. Door shut. Shower started. Alone... but safe? Taehyung's eyelids got heavy. The warmth, the soft bed... ahh, so tired. Tears dried on his cheeks as he drifted off, body relaxing for the first time in forever. Sleep took him deep, pouty lips parted soft, wet hair fanned on the pillow. He looked like a feather—light, pretty, innocent.

Jungkook finished quick, towel around his waist, water dripping from his toned chest. He stepped out... and froze. There Taehyung was—asleep on his bed. His face so peaceful, long lashes fluttering, milky skin glowing in the lamp light. Blonde strands stuck cute to his forehead, pink knuckles curled loose. The t-shirt had ridden up in sleep, showing more of his @#curvy thighs, one leg bent soft. Jungkook walked close—so close—his face inches from Taehyung's. Breath mixed with Taehyung's. His eyes traced every detail: Taehyung's pouty lips shiny, doe eyes shut tight, the rise and fall of his chest under the clinging shirt. God... so pretty. So fragile. Jungkook's hand lifted slow, fingers hovering over Taehyung's cheek—wanting to touch, to stroke that glass skin, to feel how soft...

WAIT...

I'll come back soon with more... 🌝

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