Did We Love Each Other ✔️

Chapter 13

Taehyung pressed his palms firmly against both sides of Jungkook’s waist, slowly dragging him closer. But Jungkook’s balance faltered on the stool, and he stumbled forward with a small gasp—right into Taehyung’s arms. Thankfully, Taehyung caught him in time, their bodies colliding—but what made both of them freeze was the sudden contact. Jungkook’s soft chest brushed against Taehyung’s face.

Their breaths hitched. Time paused. Taehyung didn’t move. Couldn’t move. His arms stayed locked around the smaller boy's waist, his nose buried against the warmth of his chest—and the natural scent that hit him so fiercely had him spiraling. It was addictive. Dangerous. Overwhelming. That pure scent of Jungkook's body was driving him insane. His control—already fragile—was slipping fast.

His breath trembled, heart hammering violently as his mind clouded with one dark, wild thought after another. If this is what his body does to him with just a scent… what will happen when he finally get to devour him? He imagined it—Jungkook underneath him, trembling, breathless, begging. He wanted to mark that porcelain skin with his teeth, cover every inch in his scent, and let the world know one thing clearly—

Kim Jungkook belongs to no one but Kim Taehyung.

Only his.

"Why do you have such an addictive body scent..." Taehyung whispered, his voice low and husky, the words brushing right against Jungkook’s sensitive skin.

Jungkook's eyes snapped open, his breath catching in surprise. The deep timbre of Taehyung’s voice held a power that made his knees feel weak, a sound that traveled straight to his spine. Taehyung exhaled again, deliberately, letting the warmth of his breath hit that same spot on Jungkook’s exposed waist. Jungkook clenched his fingers around Taehyung’s shoulders, shivering under the sudden wave of heat coursing through his body.

Slowly, Taehyung began to lower Jungkook down from the stool, and in doing so, his face dragged along the boy’s chest—nose brushing skin, lips grazing every inch until he reached his neck. A soft moan escaped Jungkook's parted lips. It was too much. Too gentle. Too intoxicating. Taehyung’s lips halted at his throat, resting there, breathing in deeply. Jungkook threw his head slightly back, feeling that warm mouth linger, feeling the heavy desire pressing against him—surrounding him.

He should’ve pushed Taehyung away. He should’ve said something. But instead... he stood there, frozen yet melting, surrendering. Because his body wasn’t rejecting it. It was reacting. Worse—his heart wasn’t scared. It was racing. He didn’t understand what was happening… or maybe he did, but just didn’t want to accept it. His husband—this man who once see like his bestfriend—was now setting every nerve in his body on fire, and he couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t stop himself either. So he just listened to the pounding of his heart and did exactly what it screamed—Don’t stop him.

Jungkook could feel it. The rough, wet lips pressed against his throat—unmoving, yet overwhelming. His breath stuttered, caught somewhere between his lungs and his lips, as unfamiliar sounds trembled from his mouth. He didn’t even realize how hard his fingers had sunk into Taehyung’s shoulders and neck, gripping him like he might fall apart if he let go.

And then there was that strange, tingling heat curling low in his belly—spreading down, deep, fierce. What was that? He didn’t know what to call it. Was this what everyone meant 'Pleasure'? He had no idea what this meant… but what he did know—what he felt—was that whatever his husband was doing to him now... it felt like heaven.

The soft, wet lips trailing across his throat were slow. They moved with purpose, lingering on his skin, burning him with every gentle drag. Every breath Taehyung exhaled against him made his skin break into goosebumps, the room turning into a furnace around them. The lips moved up, towards his chin—slow, steady, as if savoring him—until they stopped again. Right at the base of his jaw, Taehyung paused, and that moment of stillness made Jungkook flinch slightly. His breath finally escaped in a shaky exhale as he pulled back just enough to look down.