SCARRED AFFECTIONS

Chapter 1

As the clock struck 2 in the silent embrace of the night, the shrill ring of the doorbell pierced through the stillness of Jungkook's apartment. With a flutter of excitement stirring in his chest, Jungkook's heart quickened its pace as he recognized the familiar cadence of the sound. Without hesitation, he rose from his slumber-laden bed, his steps echoing softly against the cool wooden floorboards beneath his feet.

As he walked closer to the door, Jungkook felt a mix of excitement and nervousness growing inside him.. He knew who stood on the other side of that door-a figure whose presence never failed to elicit a surge of emotions within him. It was his boyfriend, Kim Taehyung, the enigmatic and commanding figure who had captured Jungkook's heart five years ago.

As he approached the door, Jungkook's fingers trembled slightly, betraying the depth of his longing to see Taehyung once more. With a steadying breath, he reached for the doorknob, his pulse quickening in anticipation of the reunion that awaited him on the other side.

With a soft click, the door swung open, revealing the silhouette of a figure cloaked in the shadows of the night. But even in the dim light, Jungkook could discern the unmistakable features of his beloved Taehyung-the sharp lines of his jaw, the intensity of his gaze, and the aura of power that surrounded him like a cloak.

Their eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, a thousand unspoken words passed between them-words of love, of longing, of understanding. And as Taehyung stepped into the warmth of Jungkook's embrace, the world outside faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of them bound together by the threads of fate and the depth of their shared affection.

Jungkook wrapped his arms tightly around Taehyung, craving the warmth of his embrace. Taehyung chuckled affectionately at his clingy boyfriend, holding him close as he closed the door with his foot and settled onto the couch, Jungkook nestled comfortably in his lap.

"I missed you, babe," Jungkook murmured, snuggling closer to Taehyung's chest.

"I missed you more, Koo," Taehyung replied, pressing a gentle kiss to Jungkook's temple and pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Really? Did you really miss me?" Jungkook asked, peering up at Taehyung with questioning eyes.

"Of course, I did, baby. I missed you so much," Taehyung reassured him, his thumb softly caressing Jungkook's cheek.

"But it doesn't seem like that, you literally ignored me whole week"

"The week was very hectic, I didn't get free time"

"At least you could've replied to my texts"

"Sorry baby, I was busy"

"Busy with taking lives instead of making time for your boyfriend?" Jungkook's words hung heavy in the air, instantly halting Taehyung's gentle caress. A chill settled over Taehyung's features as his expression hardened, his gaze turning cold and distant.

"I said I was busy. Don't keep bringing it up," Taehyung's voice grew colder, withdrawing his hand and rising from the couch to head towards the kitchen.

"Taehyungie, you've been ignoring me for months. Do you even realize? You don't text me, let alone visit," Jungkook's voice wavered with emotion.

Taehyung set down his glass with a heavy sigh, his gaze softening as Jungkook poured out his feelings.

"I miss you so much, hyungie," Jungkook's voice wavered with emotion, tears glistening in his eyes.

"But it feels like you're never around. Waiting for your calls or for you to come see me has become a lonely routine."

Instantly, Taehyung enveloped Jungkook in his arms, feeling a pang of guilt at his lover's distress. He realized how his absence had affected Jungkook, and it weighed heavily on his conscience.

"Baby, I'm sorry for talking to you like this. I'm so stressed, and I'm sorry," Taehyung murmured, his voice softened with regret. Gently wiping away Jungkook's tears, he pressed tender kisses to his face. Today was an exception; Taehyung rarely spoke rudely or coldly to his lover, but the weight of his stress had overcome him, making it difficult to hold back his frustration.

"I'm sorry, my pretty love. I really miss you a lot, but I rarely get chances to come to you." Taehyung's voice trembled as he spoke again, his sadness palpable.

"At least text me back, please, so that I can feel you're with me." Jungkook said sadly

"I'll try from now on, baby. I'm sorry," Taehyung vowed, holding Jungkook close, determined to mend their fractured connection.

With a tentative promise hanging between them, Taehyung leaned in, his lips seeking solace in the sweet surrender of Jungkook's embrace. And as their kiss deepened, the world outside faded into insignificance, leaving only the echo of their shared longing and the promise of a love rekindled.

As their lips melded in a loving kiss, Taehyung's arms wrapped around Jungkook, pulling him close in a desperate embrace. With a whispered promise of longing, Taehyung guided them towards Jungkook's bedroom, their footsteps syncing in a silent symphony of desire.

In the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, Taehyung laid Jungkook gently on the bed, their lips never parting as their bodies entwined in a dance of passion and yearning. With each kiss, their breath mingled in a sweet chaos of desire, their hearts beating in unison against the rhythm of their shared longing.

Their touches grew bolder, fingers tracing every curve and contour with an urgency born of pent-up desire. Clothes became mere obstacles.

Laying beneath Taehyung's weight, Jungkook arched into his touch, a silent plea for more as their kisses grew messier, fueled by a hunger that knew no bounds.

"I need you, Koo," Taehyung murmured between kisses, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent shivers down Jungkook's spine. With each caress of his hand along Jungkook's curves, Taehyung's words carried a raw urgency, a primal longing that echoed the depths of his desire.

As Taehyung felt Jungkook's fervent consent, a tender urgency filled the air, enveloping them in a cocoon of love and desire. With gentle hands, he slowly undressed Jungkook, his touch reverent as he exposed every inch of his beloved's skin to the soft moonlight.

Soon, Jungkook's once-quiet bedroom turned lively and filled with sounds of pleasure. Moans and groans mixed with whispers of affection as they passionately made love. Their bodies moved together in perfect sync, exploring each other with tender intensity, lost in the euphoria of their connection.

....to be continued.