Flying first class| Taekook

Chapter 12 🌷

The alarm rang, loud and unwelcome, and Jungkook groaned softly, swiping at his phone before curling back into the warm sheets. Friday. The end of the week he had been quietly dreading.

For days now, Taehyung had been stretched impossibly thin—back-to-back meetings, long nights spent in his office, and Jungkook working non stop on his writing in the free time, and phone constantly glued to his hand.

They barely exchanged more than tired smiles or lingering touches in bed at the end of the night or at the start of the day. And today would probably be the same.

But Jungkook wasn't angry.

He understood. Taehyung wasn't some average office worker—he was a head of his office, just like Jungkook's own father.

And still, he missed him. The version of Taehyung who kissed his forehead in the morning and whispered sleepy "goodnight".

His mind drifted to that night older was slightly drunk, heart skipping a beat.

They'd been tangled together in the bed, Jungkook flushed and wrecked from Taehyung's lips. He'd been breathless, barely able to think beyond the heat in his veins when Taehyung surprised him by pushing him back down on the mattress instead of letting him leave for a shower.

Jungkook had gasped when older kissed down his crotch, slow and reverent, mouth tracing the line of his navel before settling between his legs. Jungkook's toes curled into the sheets as Taehyung's tongue flicked over the head of his cock, warm and wet and so deliberate. He whimpered when Taehyung sucked him in fully, cheeks hollowing as his fingers dug into the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto. He was a fast learner, Taehyung. Despite it being his first time too, he had learned it pretty well.

It wasn't rushed or sloppy—it was intense. Focused. Like Taehyung had wanted to memorize the taste of him.

Jungkook had come hard, crying out his name like a prayer, his thighs trembling. He still felt it in his bones.

Now he blinked up at the ceiling, biting back a smile, and then turned his head to look at the man beside him. Taehyung was still asleep, one arm lazily draped across his side.

"Tae," Jungkook whispered, gently poking his chest. "Should we take a shower together?"

Taehyung barely stirred, his brows knitting but his eyes remaining closed.

Frowning, Jungkook slipped out of bed with a sigh and padded to the bathroom alone. He needed to hurry anyway—and call a cab to reach his office on time.

He had just stepped under the hot stream of water, letting it relax his muscles, when a warm hand suddenly touched the small of his back. He jumped, turning around quickly.

Taehyung was there, hair still tousled from sleep, eyes heavy-lidded and warm.

"Good morning," Jungkook greeted, a soft smile forming.

"I'm sorry," Taehyung murmured, stepping in with him as the water soaked both of them instantly.

"Sorry?" Jungkook asked, now fully aware that they were standing naked together under the spray for the first time, and trying not to let his eyes wander.

"I've been too busy—I haven't given you the time or attention you deserve." Taehyung reached out, gently holding his hand.

Jungkook's smile softened. "Tae, I'm not mad. I understand," he said, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around Taehyung's neck. "I knew what I was signing up for—and I still chose you."

Taehyung leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. "I'll finish early today. I'll pick you up tonight, I promise."

A grin spread across Jungkook's face as he cupped Taehyung's cheek with one hand squishing his cheeks, pulling those pouty lips into a kiss. This one wasn't sleepy—it was playful and teasing, tongues dancing until a soft gasp left Jungkook's lips as their bare crotch brushed together.