The next morning, Taehyung woke up feeling a sense of peace he hadn't known in a long time. He looked over at Jungkook, still sleeping soundly beside him, and smiled. They had the whole day ahead of them, and for the first time in a while, he felt truly excited about what the future held.
As they explored more of Athens together, their bond only grew stronger. They laughed, shared stories, and made new memories. And when it was time for Jungkook to head back, they both knew that this was just the beginning.
Standing at the airport, Taehyung hugged Jungkook tightly, feeling a mixture of sadness and anticipation.
"I'll miss you," Taehyung said softly.
Jungkook nodded, his eyes glistening. "I'll miss you too. But this isn't goodbye. It's just see you later."
Taehyung smiled, feeling a surge of hope. "Yeah. See you later."
As Jungkook walked away, Taehyung felt a sense of excitement for the first time in a long while. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: they would face it together.
Taehyung sat at his desk, the soft glow of his desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. His fingers idly traced the edges of a paper detailing his latest findings in historical research.
He had finally completed his paper on the influence of Greek mythology on modern society, and it had been officially recognized and praised by his peers. It was a significant achievement, one that should have filled him with pride and satisfaction.
But instead, his mind kept drifting back to that night in Athens.
The kiss they had shared—intense, passionate, and so undeniably real—had been imprinted on his soul. He could still feel Jungkook's lips on his, the warmth of his body pressed close, the electric charge that had surged through him. Taehyung's thoughts wandered to the way Jungkook had looked at him, with a blend of desire and affection that Taehyung had never experienced before.
He found himself lost in a haze of longing. His mind replayed the moment over and over, each time adding new layers of imagined touches and whispered confessions. He found himself leaning back, his neck flexing at every angle moment.
His hands made it's way to the buttons of his coat, peeling it off and giving him more room for movement. His fingers then glided over the buttons of his shirt, swiftly unbuttoning it all the way.
He pictured Jungkook's hands roaming over his body, tracing every line and curve. The thought alone made his heart race and his body respond with a heat that he hadn't felt in years.
Taehyung's breath quickened as he indulged in the fantasy. He imagined Jungkook pulling him closer, their bodies entwined, lost in a rhythm that was both primal and tender. The sensation of Jungkook's lips trailing down his neck, his hands exploring, claiming every inch of him, sent shivers down his spine. Soft groans started filling the air of his room.
He could almost hear Jungkook's voice, husky with desire, murmuring his name. The mere thought made his pulse pound in his ears. Taehyung's hand slid down to his thigh, his neck falling backward in esctacy, gripping it tightly as he envisioned the feel of Jungkook's fingers interlacing with his own, guiding them to places that had long been untouched.
A soft moan escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes, surrendering to the fantasy. He could feel the weight of Jungkook's body pressing him into the mattress, the heat of their connection building to an almost unbearable intensity. His own hands mirrored the imagined touch, moving over his chest, down his abdomen, as he imagined Jungkook's touch.
Taehyung's fantasies grew more vivid, more insistent. The way Jungkook's breath would hitch, the look in his eyes when he was on the brink of losing control—it was almost too much to bear. His hand slid lower, seeking the release that his mind and body so desperately craved.
Just as he was on the edge of giving in completely, a sudden noise snapped him back to reality. Taehyung's eyes flew open, his heart pounding in his chest.
He looked around, disoriented, as the fantasies dissolved into the familiar surroundings of his study. The sound was just the soft click of the door as it settled into place after a draft.
The only sounds that were filling up the room were his pants. Sweat was glistening on his neck and chest. He sat up straighter, his cheeks flushing with a mix of frustration and embarrassment.
He hung his head low and hid his face inside his hands. How had he allowed himself to get so lost in his thoughts? He ran a hand through his hair, trying to steady his breathing and regain his composure.
The fantasies might have been an escape, a way to feel connected to Jungkook despite the distance, but they were also a stark reminder of how deeply Jungkook had affected him. The reality of their separation weighed heavily on him, but Taehyung knew he had to stay focused. There was work to be done, responsibilities to fulfill.
Shaking his head, Taehyung stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the cityscape. He couldn't let his emotions control him, no matter how strong they were. He needed to find a way to channel those feelings into something productive, something that would help him get through the days without Jungkook by his side.
He stood up from the bed and moved towards the balcony, leaning over. The night breeze gliding past his torso, provided him the calm and closures he needed as he closed his eyes reminiscing the feeling.
Yet, as he stood there, staring out into the night, he couldn't help but wonder when—or if—he would see Jungkook again. The memory of their kiss, the connection they had shared, was a beacon of hope and desire that he clung to, even as he tried to push it to the back of his mind.
With a heavy sigh, Taehyung turned back to his desk. There was still work to be done, but for now, he allowed himself a moment to remember, to feel, and to hope. He would get through this, one way or another. And maybe, just maybe, the future would bring him and Jungkook together once more.
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