Be My Only Sin (TAEKOOK 18+) Complete

Chapter 3

He chucks a grey hoodie and some black sweats at Taehyung who puts them on with only a moderate amount of confusion. JungKook's choice of clothing is all black -how appropriate, he thinks: a tight-fitting t-shirt and a low-hanging pair of sweats.

"Dinner?"

Taehyung nods, wordless.

JungKook figures it must be quite a shock to come down from heaven and be a human so he decides -in the most uncharacteristic manner- to help the Angel adjust. He tells himself it's for no other reason than to be fully able to enjoy his eventual fall from grace. Get him comfortable and then strike when he's least expecting it.

He makes his way to the white, open plan kitchen and sits Taehyung at the high breakfast stools hugging the island that separates the kitchen from the living space of mainly greys and baby blues.

"Stir-fry?"

Taehyung nods even though he has no idea what stir-fry is, never having eaten anything before. He's still trying to come to terms with the complete mess his body is in over the sudden violation of his personal space moments before.

His heart is still booming in his chest at the unexpected feeling of solidity against him, the hardness, at the surprise of what it feels like to have someone hold you against them, someone warm, hot even. Someone who smells comforting, a mix of pine and musk and fresh air, inexplicable warmth with a hint of wood and ash. Taehyung wonders if forests smell like that. He wonders how he now knows all the smells without ever having smelled them before.

With the deep and strangely evocative scent still stuck in his nostrils, Taehyung decides not to think about how the soft skin of the man's face felt against his sensitive skin or how the hot breath and soft lips lingered at the crook of his neck -because if he thinks about that, for some strange reason it feels like he might be sinning already.

JungKook tries not to stare at the wordless, wide-eyed creature sitting at the table, looking rather small and cute engulfed by the oversized hoodie, but it's impossible not to when the gentle heat on his cheek clearly shows his inner turmoil over a simple hug.

Anticipation of what is to come makes desire pool at the pit of JungKook's stomach when he realises he actually feels more alive than he has felt in centuries. The innocence of the Angel is only adding to the intensity of JungKook's need to defile the almost sacred-looking being, the want practically aches inside him.

He can't wait to find out how the divine being will taste on his tongue and the thought of it makes his cock twitch in his pants and impatience burn under his skin.

A hesitant voice brings JungKook back to reality from his deprived imagination.

"I-is there anything I can help you with?" Taehyung tests out his voice which sounds rough, deep and unrefined and he wonders how long it'll take for it to settle down.

"Sure, you can set the table, get some plates, glasses." JungKook nods toward the cupboard behind him.

Taehyung gets up with wobbly legs, still unaccustomed to walking. The floor feels cool under his feet -like water but solid. He runs his fingers along the cupboard door and realises that the surface feels different from the floor, warmer, smoother.

When he realises how close he has to stand to the man cooking, his breath stalls inexplicably. Why should he feel like this just because he has to stand next to him?

"Did you grow up in a barn? Wash your hands, Angel." He nods toward the sink.

Just for a second Taehyung stops breathing entirely at the word angel before he realises that this must be what Hoseok called "endearments" -he can't possibly know that Taehyung is an actual angel, surely?