My Boys -VKOOK x OC

The Last.

I sat on the comfortable leather armchair, staring at the book that was perched up on my lap. The pandemic, although took many lives, gave me this opportunity. To be here. To be seated across from Taehyung who was immersed in his leatherbound book, glancing over at me from time to time over his tortoise shell glasses, while Kookie sat at the dining table, papers and documents scattered around him as he continually typed on his laptop. It was undeniably domestic.

A week or so had passed since that night. And although we shared a few chaste kisses here and there that left me panting, nothing else had happened.
Every cell in my body was begging for them, yet I couldn't deny how nervous it made me feel. It had been a long while since I shared my body with anyone. Though I wasn't clueless, I was in no way experienced. That scared me. The thought of just one of them sent my nerves into an overdrive, let alone two.

"Are you alright sweetheart?" Taehyung asked once he noticed my facial expression.

"uh- yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Thank you."

"That book can't have been that bad." He chuckled. "Come here, let's see what you're reading."

What was I reading? I hadn't paid attention to it one bit.

I folded the blanket that I had draped over my legs and slowly made my way towards him.

"How to stop time, by Matt Haig." He read with his deep voice.
"It's a fantastic book. I've read it twice. Tell me, are you not enjoying it? or is there something else occupying that pretty head of yours?"

"I'm fine really. I was just reading." I smiled at him.

He extended an arm inviting me in for a cuddle. "Maybe your eyes are just tired from all reading, come here sweet."

And I happily obliged. I put my head against his shoulder and let his scent invade my senses, calming and comforting. Taehyung's fingers softly brushed my hair, but he was otherwise unfazed by my presence as he had gone back to his reading. I watched Kookie as he gently bobbed his head to the music and typed away. The afternoon sunlight poured through the windows onto the aged wooden floors.

I must have fallen asleep. Instead of Taehyung's body I was now cuddling into my large duvet, the dark skies visible behind the glass informing that the sun had set a long while ago.
I pushed the duvet away, feeling way too hot. "This lock-down has completely messed up my sleep pattern." I grunted as I sat in an upright position and rubbed the sleep away from my eyes.

I slowly made my way to the kitchen for a glass of water, but my steps came into a halt as I heard soft noises coming from the only other bedroom in the house.

My boys were awake. I thought happily as I made my way towards their bedroom. The door was left ajar and a soft light was emanating through the gap. Their voices became more clear and I stood by the door.

Voices clear yet unintelligible.

My hand that had reached out to push the door, hovered frozen mere inches away from it.

The shirtless form of Taehyung was hovering over Jungkook's, moving and shifting slightly before crashing his lips to the boy beneath him, pulling a grunt like moan from deep within him. Jungkook's fingers raked through Tae's brown unruly hair as their lips moulded together.

I was frozen. The time was frozen. I was begging my legs to make a move, to turn around. Yet they remained still, glued to the ground. My mouth parted, my erratic exhales resembling theirs.
I felt like a creep, just standing there, watching their most private moment.

Sex was messy and awkward. But this, right before my eyes, was nothing short of art. They were both art, masterpieces even. The flexes of muscle, the strands of messy hair. The way that the shadows and dim light swirled and moved on their bodies. Dancing. Their elegant moans and every breath they took was music to the ear. I had never wished for an ability to paint sounds before. If I could, it would become the most beautiful masterpiece ever created.