Sirenic Menace

㉛To A New Life

 
Taehyung, lying on his side in the king-size bed, admired the perfection that was Jungkook as he slipped into his boxers after another one of their sinful moments.

They had spent the whole day together; they lolled in the bed, ate the pancakes Jungkook prepared with Taehyung drooling over him since he enjoyed walking around shirtless, showered together, had plenty of rounds of blazing sex, ate lunch all together, and locked into their room for the rest of the day.

Taehyung was in heaven, really. During the dreamy hours they relished together, they were enclosed in a bubble of bliss, blotting out every dreg of the reality. There was nothing but love and content, and Taehyung didn’t even realize how time passed.

Jungkook, of course, was similarly blissful. Truly, there wasn’t a moment in his life before that he was this happy. And with Taehyung looking like a fucking dream, even when doing nothing, he loathed just the thought of getting back to his ordinary life.

He wanted his life to comprise and revolve only around Taehyung, his smile, and his needs. It was a sudden change — he knew it — but that was what his heart craved now. A life with Taehyung. And he couldn’t fight that necessity.

Jungkook plopped down into the bed and snuggled up to Taehyung, gleaming smiles embellishing their faces. “Have I told you how much I love you today?”

“Hmm, I think only a million times,” Taehyung said playfully and leaned to kiss him, but they had trouble keeping their lips united as laughter pulled on the corners of their mouths.

“I do, though. So much.”

“I know. And I love you too. I don’t want to go back to my apartment.” Suddenly, any particle of mirth was replaced by a deep pout as he gave him the most endearing puppy eyes he could manage.

Jungkook snatched his adorable face in a gentle hold on his chin. “Stop being so cute. You’ll kill me, baby.” He peppered loving kisses all around his pouty expression, successfully wiping it off and inducing an outpouring of dulcet giggles from him. “And you shouldn’t be saying this because I’m really this close to keeping you here hostage.”

“Please do. I don’t want to sleep or wake up without you again. Am I too clingy?”

“Yeah, but I’m so much more.” Jungkook claimed his lips, but Taehyung’s unresponsiveness caused him to draw apart. “What is it?”

A new kind of fondness blossomed in Taehyung’s eyes as he laid them on him after a moment’s rumination. “I just remembered... that night. I asked you, ‘I’m crazy, right?’ And you said—”

“Yeah,” he cut him off in a muted tone, punctuated with gentleness, “but I’m so much more. I remember everything so vividly with you.”

Taehyung traced tender caresses over his back as he pecked his lips. “You have no idea how excited and anxious I was when you motioned me to follow you out of the room.”

“Me too, to be honest. I didn’t know what I was doing. I just wanted to feel you. I had told myself it would be a onetime thing. Just to get my unholy thoughts about you off my head. But I was so wrong. I only wanted more after that night.”

Taehyung’s brows creased in an amused sort of frown. “What unholy thoughts? Nothing had happened—oh,” he breathed out as realization thundered down on him. “You had gawked at my thighs a few days ago.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook snorted. “I jerked off to you. Twice. I wanted to lick them and fuck them—fuck.” He ground against him as a twitch of heat rushed through his groin, his grip on his hips tightening.