CRIMSON LIES (TAEKOOK)

20.(LIKE A BOOK )

Jungkook's heartbeat was erratic, but his body moved on instinct. He didn't think—he simply acted. As soon as he heard the footsteps nearing, he wrapped his arms around Taehyung's waist and, without a second thought, leapt onto the small adjoining terrace, away from prying eyes.

Taehyung gasped softly as he found himself in Jungkook's embrace, their bodies pressed close as they landed. He blinked up at Jungkook, eyes wide with surprise, but before he could speak, Jungkook tilted his chin up and captured his lips in another kiss.

This time, it wasn't a playful tease or an impulsive chase—it was something deeper, something *consuming*.

Jungkook was drunk. Not on alcohol, but on Taehyung.

His lips moved with a hunger that Taehyung had never felt before, trailing from his lips to his jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses down to his collarbones. Each touch was slow, deliberate, a worship of the man beneath his hands. The golden sunlight bathed Taehyung's face, making his skin glow, but his eyes were shut, his lips slightly parted as he surrendered to the sensation.

He wasn't thinking anymore. He was *feeling*.

The thirst, the ache—Taehyung had never known it like this.

Jungkook guided him down, lowering them both onto the warm surface of the rooftop. Taehyung leaned against the old brick wall, his breath shaky, his body pliant as Jungkook hovered over him. The air between them was thick, electric, every unspoken word exchanged through touch alone.

Then Jungkook's lips moved lower.

A soft sigh escaped Taehyung when Jungkook's kisses trailed to his shoulder, lingering there before moving lower, teasing against his collarbone. His shirt had slipped off his shoulder in the heat of the moment, and Jungkook took full advantage, pressing his mouth against the newly exposed skin, feeling the warmth of Taehyung's body beneath him.

Taehyung felt dizzy, lightheaded from the sheer intimacy of it all. His fingers tangled in Jungkook's dark hair, tugging him closer.

Jungkook's hands, large and firm, moved to the buttons of Taehyung's shirt.

One button.

Then another.

And then—

Jungkook's breath hitched.

Beneath the slightly rumpled fabric, he caught a glimpse of delicate pink lace and silk.

His mind went blank.

Taehyung, lost in the haze of his own emotions, barely registered the way Jungkook tensed above him. But when he opened his eyes, he found Jungkook staring—not just at his exposed skin, but at the *delicate lingerie* peeking out from beneath his shirt.

Jungkook swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. His fingers twitched against the fabric.

And Taehyung?

Taehyung was in a daze.

This was everything he had ever imagined. Jungkook—the man he had chased, teased, dreamed about for so long—was now here, above him, eyes dark with something between reverence and hunger.

But then, just when he thought Jungkook would move further, the older man stilled.

Jungkook exhaled shakily, his fingers curling against Taehyung's side. He let his head drop for a moment, pressing his forehead against Taehyung's shoulder as if grounding himself.

Then, just as quickly as he had undone the buttons, he pulled Taehyung's shirt back into place.

Taehyung blinked up at him, confused, breathless. "Jungkook...?"