Ice-heart

Ch-31 Epilogue

Taehyung's pov

One month later

Jungkook rolls away from me in bed. "We need to get going."

He's fast, but I'm faster. I tug him back against my chest, smiling as he laughs in protest. "We're going to be late!"

"So?"

He struggles against me, but there's no escape, and I tell him that. He rolls his eyes at me. "You used to be so punctual. What's happened?"

"You're a bad influence." I caress his silken bangs and rest my face in his neck. He smells as wonderful he always does-warm skin, soap, and something unmistakably his.

Jungkook turns in my arms. We're back in Paradise Shores for the weekend, borrowing my hyung's seaside cottage, and the sunlight streaming in through the window paints his skin a thousand different shades of beautiful.

"A bad influence, huh?"

"Absolutely terrible." I run a hand down his waist, his hip, finally gripping his butt. "I took a two-hour lunch break twice this week, and I blame you entirely."

Jungkook's laughter is the best sound in the world. He wiggles closer in the bed, running his fingers over my back in the way he knows I love. "You weren't exactly innocent either, mister. Do I have to remind you that I'm still trying to make a good impression on my boss?"

His naked body against mine is making it hard to think-he feels too good -but I make a heroic effort. "Ryu is obsessed with you."

"No," he corrects, "you are. She's still undecided."

I snort. "Don't undersell yourself."

"I'm not, I'm just not biased. Now come on. We're going to be late, and I
really want your family to like me."

"They already do. Probably more than they like me."

He laughs, and I revel in the sound again. With him, I feel amusing in a way I've never felt before. "Patently untrue. You're fishing for compliments and I won't give you any. Now come on, you vain man. I need a shower, and-"

"So do I."

"-you can't join me, or we'll never get out of here. Put on the coffee machine in the meantime?"

I lean back and watch hi. slide out of bed. Rising from the sheets, all of his beautiful curves on display, he's gorgeous. Milky skin and black hair. Best of all, his body fits against mine perfectly, like they're companion pieces.

"Do I ever tell you that you're beautiful?"

Jungkook walks toward the bathroom, a small smile on his face. For all of his confidence and ambition, I know he still likes to hear this, and I love giving it to him.

"Sometimes," he says.

"Only sometimes? I'll have to remedy that."

He pauses by the door to the bathroom, facing me, still completely naked. I let my eyes roam lasciviously over his figure. "Well, while you shower, I'll be writing an ode to your beauty."

He grins. "An ode?"

"Yes. I can go Shakespearean, but knowing how you react to me talking dirty, I might go that route instead."

Jungkook rolls his eyes-he hasn't stopped doing that-but color rises in his cheeks. Somehow, he's still affected by my words. It's beyond fun to tease him about... and I exploit it regularly in bed. One dirty word about the act itself and his cheeks go scarlet.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh?" I toss the cover back so he can see just what the sight of his naked body is doing to me. "You're so gorgeous, and I want you so much. All the time. All I want is to feel you beneath me, to spread your legs, and fuck your tight hole until-"