• M a k t u b : Spirit of the desert • [ Taekook ]

23. Taehyung, hide

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⚠️ Warning: Mature content
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As soon as the door was unlocked, Jungkook politely thanked the hotel staff and closed the door with him.

His heart dropped to his heels when even after the tenth knock, Taehyung didn't open the door. He hurriedly entered the apartment with his eyes looking for only one man.

When he finally caught sight of him, the pent-up anger in him threatening to explode towering over the curled Taehyung, who was lying in a very awkward position on the sofa. One of his legs was sticking out from the couch, while an almost empty bottle of whiskey stood next to him.

Jungkook took a few moments to observe his ethereal face. After all, this was the man he wanted to spend his life with. Now he had the chance to observe him and absorb every corner of his being.

Taehyung shifted a little in his sleep, brow furrowed. And that was the sign Jungkook finally woke him up. Despite wanting so much to rush into his embrace, he decided to hold back and scold him nicely for not opening the door in time.

- Tae, wake up! - there was no need to shake again, the elder suddenly opened his eyes and looked around a bit lost.

When he saw Jungkook standing in the same clothes that he brought him to the hospital, he quickly got to his feet, ignoring the fact that it was a little blurry in front of his eyes.

-Jungkookie... - and his hands were already around the younger man's waist.

- Hey, Tae, why did you drink so much? I was very scared when you didn't open the door, I had to call the hotel staff and all... - Jungkook grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him away a little so that he could look into his face.

Taehyung's face was still slightly puffy from sleep, while thick black curls framed his cheeks. His eyes were sleepy and he clearly smelled of alcohol, but that didn't stop Jungkook from kissing him once, he missed Taehyung dearly.

- Sorry, I couldn't sleep with all the thoughts so I had to drink... how are you, love? Does something hurt you? - the older one asked as he began to feel every part of Jungkook, until he finally spun him around like a ballerina with the intention of examining him all over.

- I'm fine, I left the hospital early this morning and immediately headed here. Muhammad brought me home and I came to you with the excuse of going to rest. I hope no one saw me... - with a pensive look, he looked at the sofa on which the man of his life was lying until a few minutes ago.

- Hey, look at me... everything will be ok, Jungkook. The most important thing is that you are fine and that you finally got out of the hospital. I missed you so much... - he started to move towards the big bed with small steps, while his hands roamed over Jungkook's buttocks and back.

Only when Jungkook's back touched the soft mattress, the younger could see what kind of dirty intention was sprouting in Taehyung's mind.

-  Wait, wait... go take a shower first, I don't want to make love to a bottle of whiskey... - the kisses stopped for a moment, Tae looked up from Jungkook's neck and with a little pout he stood up and headed for the bathroom.

The moment Taehyung turned on the water and started to soap his body, he felt a pair of hands sneak up on him from behind.

His body was paralyzed at the unexpected touch, but soon when he felt a kiss on his shoulder, he knew that Jungkook had joined him, thus fueling his desire even more.

- Come here. - the elder said that, and quickly switched their positions and now Jungkook was pinned against the shower wall tiles. His hair was already wet, and Tae wanted to follow with his tongue every path of every drop that poured from his face down his torso.