Supremacy || Taekook

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Taehyung's eyes were always really expressionless, so much so that I had gotten used to them, never been offended or hurt by them. He was like that, after all. Neutral, serious, cold. I had first known him like that, for a long time. And then, from the moment he kissed me for the first time, in Ulsan, everything changed. The blond had become less distant, and if even then the difference was not really visible and noticeable, it had been since the masked ball. After our first intimate moment, everything changed, but this time radically.

My boss was close to me, much closer. But there had always been this wall between us. This wall that he imposed alone. But tonight, in the shower, I felt like we had reached a new milestone.

At this very moment, I still felt him tense against me, while the water was still flowing over our two bodies almost glued to each other. Taehyung didn't move, and my "I love you" still seemed to echo in the narrow cabin. We were silent, very silent, and that's what made me look at him again.

His beauty was so violently painful to me that I had to close my eyes.

"Jungkook." he whispered.

Two hands cupped my face, and when my eyelids opened again, I thought I saw the entire galaxy held in its two intense black pupils. I wanted to kiss him but at that precise moment, he was so wonderful, so desirable, of rare magnificence, that I could not reach him. And I realized why, in that very moment, he seemed so beautiful to me. It was because his eyes reflected, for the first time, fragility.

This fragility suited him so well, was so beautiful, as if his two orbs transformed from a hard black to a prettily blue ocean, making him almost candid. Artificial light, mixed with water from the shower, made his eyes brighter, more blue and trembling. My declaration had just awakened something in him, something even stronger than love, fear, terror.

Taehyung was terrified of losing me.

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"You are stubborn." I sighed.

"You are too." I growled.

My boss grabbed my chin.

"He's gone far, the Jungkook who stuttered in front of me." I groaned as his mouth slid over my jaw, then pushed him away.

We were currently in his bed, facing each other, in the dark. However, we managed to distinguish the face of the other thanks to the night light, through his window, which seemed to caress his face with such delicacy that several times I wanted to melt my lips on his tanned skin. But for the moment, I could not afford such luxury; I didn't have any interest in it to begin with, because I was only interested in Taehyung's plan. I wanted at all costs to change his mind so that he would help me in this mission, so that he would help me avenge Daejung.

I sighed, and the blond looked at me.

"Jungkook, I know you want to avenge Daejung, I'm not saying no to you for pleasure."

"I know." I replied in a whisper.

I opened my eyes and my boss, his face delicately buried in the cushion, frowned slightly.

"When are you going to stop your little game?" he asked suddenly.

I stood up, surprised and alert.

"My little game...? -Yes."

I cried out as Taehyung flipped me over and climbed on top of me. He trapped my wrists in his hands and pinned them on either side of my face. His nose was so close to mine that they were almost caressing each other, while he whispered a few words against my lips.

"Wanting to convince me then that you will carry out the plan anyway." I had a sad, sorry smile.

"Taehyung... -Why are you doing this to me?" His forehead rested on mine. Once again, this intimate moment seemed to allow him to be more open, and I began to wonder if it wasn't the real Taehyung that I had in front of me, in this kind of moment.