Be My Only Sin (TAEKOOK 18+) Complete

Chapter 11

They hang out. They watch TV for hours, curled and tangled up on the couch, JungKook tries to teach Taehyung to play cards and finally gives up when he just seems completely unable to understand even the simplest of rules.

Later, they stand on the high balcony where JungKook points out things that Taehyung has never even noticed despite flying over it all a million times, even before there was a city here.

JungKook opens Taehyung's eyes to the world in so many different ways.

They watch the sun sinking in the horizon and Taehyung realises he's never really paid any attention to it, always too busy completing his tasks and performing admirably, too busy trying so hard. And for what?

Despite their hidden and entirely opposing identities, the thing that is growing between them is sweet. A little bit tender, innocent even. Hardly something you would ever expect an Incubus to feel, let alone an Angel who has been created to feel nothing.

Yet in this in-between world, spurred on by human-like existence, Taehyung has been given the opportunity to feel and experience things that he could never experience as an Angel.

Here he can feel to his heart's content, to experience with senses he'll never have the chance to use again once he leaves this place.

And Taehyung feels a lot. Perhaps too much and too quickly but he can't help it -doesn't want to help it.

He wants it all.

Taehyung reaches his arm around JungKook's neck while they are still gazing at the setting sun as if neither of them have ever seen it before.

The kiss on the lips in gentle, like a feather, and long fingers touch a soft cheek in a tender stroke.

Something that JungKook doesn't ever remember happening before, happens.

His stomach flips and his heart aches. His dead, black heart booms at the gentle touch, at the affectionate, warm eyes... and it yearns.

Without a word, Taehyung grabs JungKook's hand and pulls him inside. He walks directly into the bedroom and stands himself in front of the bed, facing JungKook.

"Make love to me."

Taehyung whispers, his voice deep and warm but without an ounce of hesitation. The red on his cheeks is rich, his dark hair fluffy around his beautiful face.

The richly hued rays of the setting sun streaming through the bedroom window behind him create a halo where they touch the tips of his hair, as if lighting them on fire. They tint his golden skin with even warmer hues against the angelic white of his clothes.

It is in that moment JungKook decides he has never seen anyone more angelic than Taehyung, nor will he ever again.

So innocent and trusting -yet asking for such debauched things. The combination of the two is absolutely impossible to resist -which is just as well because there is nothing in this world nor any other that could make JungKook do anything other than what's requested of him.

The irony of the situation is not lost on JungKook.

The irony of Taehyung asking him to do the very thing he has come here to tempt him with. Asking JungKook to give him what he was going to push onto him just for a bet, a bit of light entertainment.

It no longer feels light -in fact, nothing about what's happening here feels light. In fact, somehow this feels almost... holy. Something so important that it should be sacred and despite everything that has already happened, everything that he wants to do and has done, and despite knowing that Taehyung wants it...suddenly JungKook hesitates.