Chapter 2: The First Scar of Morning Light
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POV!!
“But today you will—”
“Bu—” Before Taehyung could even finish, Jungkook pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him with a gentle but commanding touch.
“You believe me, right?”
The word believe—so simple, yet so foreign to Taehyung. Trust had never been something he gave easily—not even to those who claimed closeness. But in that moment, when Jungkook whispered it, something inside him trembled… and surrendered. He found himself nodding, wordless.
Believe me or not, but if I say Jungkook is the first person Taehyung ever truly entrusted with his heart… I mean every damn word.
Jungkook smiled—a soft, soul-bruising smile—and kissed him again. Without breaking the kiss, he led Taehyung to the bedroom, laying him gently onto the bed as if placing him on sacred ground.
Jungkook’s lips claimed Taehyung’s with a hunger that deepened, turned violent—biting and sucking until the delicate skin bled. His tongue slid in, devouring him, exploring every corner like he was mapping the language of Taehyung’s soul.
Clothes were peeled away—every layer discarded with reverence and urgency—until both of them were bare, skin to skin, breath to breath.
“Ahhhh…” Taehyung moaned as Jungkook latched onto his neck, sucking hard enough to leave bruised constellations in his wake. His cold fingers traced Taehyung’s trembling body, eliciting shivers that had nothing to do with the temperature.
Jungkook stripped away the last of his own clothing, standing proud and unfiltered before Taehyung, whose eyes widened with slight panic.
“Don’t you think it’s… too big?”
“Just trust me, okay?” Jungkook’s voice was silk, threaded with warmth.
“Suck,” Jungkook whispered, and Taehyung, nervous for reasons he couldn’t explain, slowly reached for him. His hand wrapped around Jungkook’s shaft, fingers trembling as he lowered his mouth. He licked it first, hesitating… then took him in slowly—gagging, choking slightly.
“Fu-ucki-ing nic-ce,” Jungkook groaned, hands threading into Taehyung’s hair. As Taehyung bobbed his head, Jungkook moaned louder, losing himself in the sensation before gently pulling him off.
Face flushed, Jungkook kissed him again, and slowly lowered himself between Taehyung’s thighs. His tongue found Taehyung’s aching need, sucking hard enough to draw a breathless cry from him.
Then he looked up, brushed the hair from Taehyung’s eyes.
“You ready?”
A nod was all he got—and all he needed.
Jungkook positioned himself and began to push in. Taehyung whimpered, clutching the sheets.
“It hurts—hurts so bad…” His voice was cracked glass.
Jungkook kissed him again, trying to soothe the pain with warmth and patience. He didn’t move until Taehyung whispered, “Move…”
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