Did We Love Each Other ✔️

Chapter 16

The room is wrapped in silence, a stillness only broken by the soft rustle of the curtains dancing to the night breeze that slipped in from the open balcony. That breeze kissed Jungkook’s hair gently, threading through the strands like careful fingers, but even that comforting touch couldn’t anchor him from the overwhelming heat building inside.

In that silence, the sound of lips meeting — wet, desperate, hungry — echoed softly, like a forbidden lullaby. Jungkook clutched the bedsheet with trembling fingers, twisting the fabric between them, seeking something to hold onto as his body betrayed him. Every nerve felt too aware. Too exposed.

Taehyung tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his hand rising to cup Jungkook’s cheek — only to squeeze, making the younger hiss softly against his lips. That sting of pain laced the moment with something dangerous, something thrilling. And it made Jungkook’s tongue curl involuntarily, only to be met by Taehyung’s again — wet, demanding, relentless.

The elder’s tongue explored him with no mercy, pulling the very breath from Jungkook’s lungs, stealing every drop of his saliva, leaving his mouth parched and his throat aching. He gasped between their shared breaths, but Taehyung was consuming everything — even the silence that once filled the room.

The younger shifted slightly, lifting his body just enough to deepen the kiss, making it more comfortable for them to connect. Taehyung smirked at the initiative, and without wasting a moment, he pressed their lips together again—harder this time—his mouth capturing Jungkook’s with fervent hunger.

Jungkook mirrored his movements, lips parting as he met Taehyung's tongue with his own, both of them locked in a messy, breathless battle. They kissed like they were starved, denying oxygen the space to enter—just lips, tongues, and the raw tension swirling between them.

Taehyung tilted his head to the other side, deepening the angle, one hand cupping Jungkook’s cheek while the other pulled him closer by the nape. Saliva glistened between their mouths, shamelessly dripping with each aggressive tug and drag of lips. Yet neither of them pulled away.

Taehyung kissed like a man possessed—desperate and unrelenting—while Jungkook melted into it, overwhelmed and breathless, yet unable to stop the trembling need building in his chest. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a storm. One too far gone in desire. The other drowning in it.

The long, messy kiss finally broke—not out of will, but because oxygen demanded its presence, forcing them to part their swollen lips. Taehyung leaned back slightly, their foreheads still resting together, breaths mingling as they panted in sync.

Jungkook opened his eyes slowly, only to see Taehyung’s still closed eyes, his long lashes trembling slightly as he inhaled deeply. But when those familiar blue orbs flickered open and locked with his dark ones, Jungkook’s breath hitched. There was something piercing in that gaze—something raw that struck deep within him. His lips parted instinctively, trembling when Taehyung leaned down and placed a warm, slow kiss on his chin, lips brushing against the trail of saliva that had slipped down. The gesture wasn’t rushed—it was possessive, almost reverent.

Jungkook's fingers, shaky yet eager, slid under the bedsheet, gently wrapping around Taehyung’s waist. But he paused—his brows lightly furrowing.

There a sensation of wetness. Something warm clung to Taehyung’s skin where his palm touched, and Jungkook froze in mild confusion. His eyes flickered down instinctively, but his mind was already spinning with questions. Was it sweat? Or was it something else?

Jungkook hurrily back away, his heart racing as Taehyung sat in front of him, breathing heavily, his gaze unreadable. The weight of the silence between them was suffocating. Jungkook’s gaze drifted downward, and his breath hitched the moment he noticed the dark, damp stain blooming across Taehyung’s shirt.