Jungkook wakes up the next morning and shifts on his side. He cuddles into the warm blanket when the bed creaks with his weight as he lays into a comfortable position. He reaches over and pats the space next to him only to feel as if he’s touching air when the warmth of the presence is no longer there. Huh? He cracks open an eye and looks at the space before him only to see that Taehyung isn’t there.
It’s strange, but he sits up anyway groaning when the muscles in his back retract as he leans his back against the headboard. Images of last night flashes before his eyes and he can’t help but feel satisfied with how much progress it’s taken to make Taehyung feel comfortable around him.
He’s trying hard to not create another image of Taehyung naked underneath him, but his focus shifts when he finds Taehyung standing near the mirror. Fuck he’s stunning
Taehyung is looking at himself in the mirror, a big purple bruise on the side of his neck and another displays perfectly near his jaw and the juncture between his shoulder. He reminisces last night and can’t help the blush that blooms on his features. He’s thinking about how gentle Jungkook was with him, how he thought carefully when pleasuring him.
When Taehyung had woken up, he quickly grabbed the oversized t-shirt that Jungkook had flung across the room. It slides down and exposes a large portion of his shoulder and collarbones. Taehyung looks at himself once more when his fingers glide across the dark marks and he’s feeling content and happy.
“Pretty...” he says when the bed creaks and there’s a presence walking towards him. He feels two arms wrap around his waist and Jungkook looks at him in the mirror smiling sleepily, his one hand going underneath the shirt to caress a patch of skin. Taehyung’s body tingles at the warmth and watches through the mirror as Jungkook presses a kiss at the bruise.
“So pretty.” Jungkook mumbles into his neck. The skin there tickles and he finds the compliment endearing as much as watching how adorable Jungkook looks despite only wearing boxers. But Taehyung won’t let his thoughts run wild and how he confessed last night feels like it weighs a ton on his shoulder despite having told a sleeping Jungkook.
“Did you sleep well?” Jungkook asks, turning him around. Taehyung thinks yes he slept well after being fucked to his bones. He liked everything that happened but he’s not going to bring it up or god knows when Jungkook will stop teasing him for.
“Hmm~” there’s a moment of silence where Jungkook is just gazing at him.
“DId you just wake up?” it’s comfortable how they don’t have to talk about anything which is relieving but Jungkook looks like he wants to say something.
“Yeah a while ago,” Jungkook smiles and Taehyung can see that the cuts and bruises on his face are beginning to heal. “Your face is healing,” He wants to reach and trace his finger on the cut and so he does, grazing his finger over his lip and watches a breathy exhale part from the younger’s mouth.
Jungkook wants to kiss him, but he thinks better of it since he hasn’t brushed his teeth and he definitely doesn't want to kiss Taehyung with morning breath. So instead of trying to pull Taehyung into his alluring gaze, he turns around and looks at the mess of tangled sheets on the floor, to the clothes laying in each corner of the room. Yeah they really went crazy last night
“Wanna shower first or eat?” Jungkook motions to the bathroom when he sees the flush to Taehyung’s cheeks as he hastily replies.
“I don’t think I can go for another round.” Jungkook blinks once then twice before he bursts into fits of laughter, his head thrown back while Taehyung gapes at him in shock. Once he calms down and wipes a tear from his eye, he looks at Taehyung with a toothy grin.
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His Darkest Desire ||Taekook||
Fanfiction[Completed] Taehyung's long term trauma has never ceased to an end when his parents had both died in tragedy. Constantly hidden from the world,Taehyung doesn't know much about the dangers, can't come into terms to love himself, but then he falls int...
