𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓓𝓐 | 𝗞𝗩 ✔ 🍁

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Taehyung doesn’t hesitate, leaping into Jungkook’s open arms, their bodies colliding in a desperate embrace. Jungkook, despite the sharp pain radiating from his injured leg, moves them into the safety of a corner, his hands gripping Taehyung’s thighs as if anchoring him to reality. Taehyung’s arms wrap tightly around Jungkook’s neck, one hand still clutching a gun, while their lips crash together in a kiss that’s nothing short of ravenous.

Their kisses are wild, frantic—like they’re trying to make up for all the lost time, like they’re afraid it could all be snatched away at any moment. Jungkook’s grip tightens, his fingers digging into Taehyung’s skin, holding him close as if he could lose him if he lets go.

His eyes are squeezed shut, terrified that opening them will shatter this fragile reality. Taehyung pulls away, resting his forehead against Jungkook’s, their breath mingling as he frowns, realizing Jungkook still hasn’t opened his eyes.

“Look at me, babe,” Taehyung pleads softly, his voice trembling with emotion. “I’m here, love…”

Jungkook’s breath hitches, and he slowly opens his eyes, revealing tears brimming on the verge of spilling. The sight of Taehyung in his arms, real and solid, overwhelms him, and the tears finally break free, rolling down his cheeks.

“I… I’m… s-sorry… I thought I’d never see you again,” Jungkook whispers, his voice cracking. “I had to be strong, but I’d lose myself if I ever lost you.”

Taehyung’s heart aches at the raw vulnerability in Jungkook’s eyes. “Look at me, baby. Look at me… okay? No one—no one is taking me away from you, alright?” His voice hardens, a fierce determination in his tone. “I’d kill them if they even tried.”

He wipes away Jungkook’s tears, his thumb brushing gently against his cheek before they both dive back into each other, resuming their heated makeout session with renewed intensity.

Hands roam everywhere—Jungkook’s nails dig into Taehyung’s back as his lips press feverishly against his skin, while Taehyung palms Jungkook’s clothed erection, drawing soft sighs of relief from both of them. Each touch is fueled by desperation, the fear of being separated dissipating with every kiss, every shared breath, leaving only gratitude that they’re together now.

Jungkook finally pulls back, his gaze hardening as he asks, “Where is that fucker?”

“They’re not back yet,” Taehyung replies, his voice low, steady. “I was already escaping, but I won’t leave here until I end him myself.”

“They? Who’s the second guy?”

“My bullshit of a father,” Taehyung hisses, his jaw clenched. “I’ll explain later, but for now, those two will be back. We need to plan something.”

Jungkook watches as Taehyung’s eyes dart around the room, scanning their surroundings with a sharp focus. His gaze lands on one of the dead guards sprawled on the floor, and a slow grin spreads across his face as he spots something—a grenade peeking out from the man’s pocket.

Taehyung strides over, pulling the grenade free, then grins wider when he finds a second one. He holds them up for Jungkook to see, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “How about we bomb this place once they get here?”

Jungkook smirks, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Feisty… I love this new side of you. But first, I want to give Hyunjin a piece of my mind.”