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Jeongguk has it all. He is young, handsome, rich, has a beautiful fiancée. He will soon become a CEO at his father's company, which is one of the most successful companies in Seoul. It would seem that his life is almost perfect. Everythi...
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Jeongguk lifted his heavy eyelids and blinked a few times, still feeling slightly confused when he didn't see the white ceiling of his apartment. But it was enough for him to feel a strong, tattooed forearm wrapping around his waist, for his lips to curve into a beautiful smile. Wanting to look at the beautiful face of the man sleeping behind him, he rolled carefully in his arms.
Taehyung was still asleep. His hair was very disheveled, scattered on the pillow, red strands fell over his eyes, hidden behind his eyelids, framed by long black eyelashes. His arms were still around his waist, as if he was afraid that when he stopped holding him, he would disappear.
But he wasn't going anywhere...
He felt that he was finally exactly where he was supposed to be - in the arms of the one who made him happy.
With each passing day together, it got better and better. He opened up to him like to no one before. He let the man see him for what he really is. He showed him his desires, his fears, and at the same time he learned how to be more confident, stronger, more aware of himself and his body. Taehyung was like the painkiller he needed so badly. He was a cure for all the evil that befell him. He was his remedy, his salvation, his safe place.
He reached out his hand almost involuntarily and carefully ran his fingertips over the man's cheek. He didn't want to wake him up, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to remember this moment. He wanted to remember the scent of his body, the warmth of his skin, the velvet texture of it beneath his fingertips. The taste of his lips. He gently leaned forward and kissed his lips. It was only a gentle brush, but still, pleasant shivers spread across his body.
He lay there for a moment, only staring at the sleeping man, but after a while he felt he needed to relieve his bladder. So he raised Taehyung's hand just enough for him to get out of his embrace, then cautiously got out of bed, trying not to make too much noise. The tattoo artist, apparently unhappy with the lack of a warm body to cuddle into, grabbed one of the pillows and pressed it against his body. Jeongguk smirked at the sight of it. It was fucking cute.
He reached for his phone and glanced quickly at the display to see what time it was. He had already figured out that Taehyung usually started work at nine or ten, so he could safely let him sleep. He gently opened the underwear drawer and took out a pair of fresh boxer shorts, then quickly put them on. Not bothering to put on any more clothes, he headed for the door.
As he left the room, he crept almost tiptoe into the bathroom. He took care of his physiological needs, then washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror. He hardly recognized himself. The dark shadows that had recently been visible under his eyes have disappeared. His skin was milky, radiant, his eyes glowing brightly. The dark hair was still a little tousled, but he looked good. Damn good. He smiled to himself involuntarily. Apparently his relationship with Tae worked well for him.
He turned on the water again and scooped a small amount of clear liquid over his clasped hands, then splashed it over his face. He wiped his face gently with the towel Tae had prepared for him, then brushed his teeth. As he leaned forward to draw water in his hands again to rinse his mouth this time, he felt a characteristic pain in his thigh muscles, flexing involuntarily.
