Things can only get better: Taekook short story

Part 8

Taehyung opened his eyes, confused on where he was. In bed, without pants? With all his plushies? But how did he get here, last he remembered was the drive home. His eyes shot wide open in horror. Jungkook must have put him to bed, taken off his pants and took out all the plushies, oh shit, he saw him without pants, and he knew...He knew a grown man is sleeping with plushies. With a load groan Tae dropped his red face into his hands, how the hell is he going to face him now? 

A soft knock on the door and Jungkook peeked into the room, seeing the tomato face of the boy sitting between his plushies on the bed. "Morning Tae, did you sleep well? You missed dinner, but I didn't have the heart to wake you up." Tae stared at him through his fingers, blushing so badly. "I slept very good, thank you, hope you too?" It came out almost a squeak, which made Jungkook burst out laughing, he could see the boy was so embarrassed and didn't know where to hide. Pulling Tae's hands from his face, he made the boy look at him. "You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, if you are safe and comfortable with your plushie friends, then why do you care about anyone's opinion? I slept with my Ironman PJ's till I was 20, it was my source of comfort while in America, far from home. There is nothing wrong with your plushies, Tae" The boy looked into Jungkook's eyes, no judgement, no teasing, just pure honesty.

 Tae leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Jungkook's neck, hiding his face in his neck. Jungkook's automatically reached around the boy, hugging his waist, and pulling him close. And the feeling of euphoria that suddenly flooded Jungkook's veins were so intense. This is where he belonged, and it scared him a lot. He can't hurt this precious boy, he didn't know how to do this..... Bending his head, he pressed his face into the soft silver curls. He wanted this, with all his heart, he wanted Taehyung, to be more than just a friend, more than just his whizz kid, he wanted Taehyung for himself. Jungkook doesn't know how or when this happened, just that it did, and now he was fucked, because he will never let the boy go now. He will cherish him, protect him, treat him like the diamond he is and love him every second of every day.

Tae breathed in the scent of the man, his nose pressed into the elder's neck, feeling those strong arms around him, keeping him safe. Jungkook didn't judge, he didn't blame, he didn't hurt, he just cared. Tae felt his heartbeat going faster, the butterflies causing chaos in his stomach. This is a problem, he can't fall in love with Jungkook, he is his boss and a friend, just a friend... But Taehyung knew it was too late, this feeling came like lightning, just wham! And it was there. He slowly lifted his head, feeling Jungkook doing the same. 

Their eyes met, looking into each other's souls. "Tae" Jungkook whispered "I think I am head over heels in love with you" 

Tae looked into the other's eyes, seeing the truth in them. "I think I am in love with you too" Tae also whispered, scared that any loud sound will break this spell. 

Jungkook leaned in, brushing his lips over the younger's mouth, soft pink lips meeting, softly testing, tasting. Then Jungkook pulled the boy closer, deepening the kiss, hands holding the small waist, while Tae's arms went round Jungkook's neck. The innocent kiss got heated quickly, Jungkook pressing his tongue against Tae's luscious lips, asking for Tae to open his mouth, which he did with a soft moan. Jungkook's heart spiked at the sound, his tongue entering Tae's mouth, sucking, tasting, feeling. Tae kissed him back with so much fervour. Neither have ever been kissed like this, like the oceans are roaring in their ears, tornado's running away with their heart beats, fire filling their veins.

 They finally broke the kiss, both looking up into another pair of wide eyes. "Never in my life have I felt like this just by a kiss..." Jungkook whispered to Tae. Tae almost couldn't get a word out "Kook, I have no words....wow....never before..." He just stopped as words were not working this time. They held each other, giving small pecks, nuzzling necks, experiencing the closeness and comfort of each other.

Getting ready for the day of sailing, they laughed and joked, getting the picnic basket from Mrs Park, who glanced at them both with a knowing look. She wasn't born yesterday, and she secretly shipped them, she and both the guards, but nobody needed to know that.