"I love you, Koo hyung"Taehyung confessed,his words hanging in the air like a fragile promise.
Caught off guard,Jungkook's mind raced, grappling with the stark reality."But you are seventeen and I'm twenty-seven.do you know what that means?"he prote...
"Whatever your hands grace or your eyes desire, I'll lay at your feet, my love, for you are my every inspiration."
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After making sure Jungkook was comfortably asleep in his arms, Taehyung gently disentangled himself and got up silently. He retrieved a wet towel and meticulously cleaned Jungkook's messy body, careful not to wake him. Once satisfied, he covered Jungkook with a warm blanket, ensuring he was snug and protected.
Taehyung softly closed the bedroom door behind him and moved to the end of the hallway, his phone already in hand. He dialed a number, his voice a low, dangerous whisper as he spoke. "How much time do you need? I told you I needed the body out of the house today. You were busy in a club in broad daylight while I was nearly caught up in a huge mess. Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you almost caused? Just get here fast and take care of this!"
His eyes remained fixed on the bedroom door, his expression a mixture of frustration and determination.
A short while later, two men arrived, entering the house by inputting a code at the door. Taehyung led them to the room at the end of the hallway, opening the door to reveal the lifeless body of a man in a police uniform.
"Get this cleaned up. I'll transfer the money," Taehyung instructed coldly. He watched as the men swiftly removed the body, his demeanor calm and composed.
After they left, Taehyung closed the main door quietly, his mind already shifting back to Jungkook. He stood in the silent hallway for a moment, the moonlight casting shadows on his face, making his expression unreadable. The contrast between the tender care he showed Jungkook and the ruthless efficiency with which he handled the situation added layers to his mysterious persona.
As he finally headed back to the bedroom, his thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions and plans, the weight of his actions settling heavily on his shoulders. Yet, his resolve remained unshaken. For Jungkook, he would do anything, no matter the cost.
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The next day came soon enough. Jungkook woke up in Taehyung's arms, wrapped tightly around him in a protective embrace. He smiled sleepily, savoring the warmth for a moment before gently removing Taehyung's hand from his waist and getting up. He walked into the closet, standing there for a minute before taking a hoodie and sweatpants from Taehyung's collection and heading into the shower.
After his shower, Jungkook came out drying his hair. He found Taehyung still sleeping, now on his stomach. With a light chuckle and eyes filled with shy affection, Jungkook quietly left the room. He hummed a song under his breath as he walked down the hallway. His eyes briefly landed on the door at the end of it, but he quickly continued downstairs.
It took him nearly an hour to prepare breakfast, meticulously arranging everything beautifully on the table. His movements were calm and gentle, exuding a serene peace. A soft smile and a sunny mood enveloped him, a stark contrast to the turmoil of the previous night. Jungkook seemed to glow, the happiness and contentment from the night before clearly reflected in his demeanor.
