The Crown and the Sword

Forever and Always

Taehyung couldn't hold back any longer. He had to see Jungkook, had to feel his presence and lose himself in his touch. He stormed through the military quarters, his heart racing with a mix of anger and desperation. His eyes scanned the hallway, searching for Jungkook's familiar face, until finally, he spotted him, emerging from his room, a backpack slung over his shoulder.

"Jungkookie," Taehyung breathed, rushing toward him and throwing his arms around the younger man. Jungkook let out a startled yelp, but quickly wrapped his arms around Taehyung, burying his face in his shoulder. Taehyung closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of his hair and feeling the warmth of his body against his own. It had been too long since they'd been this close.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook whispered, concern lacing his voice. "What happened?"

Taehyung couldn't speak. He could only cling to Jungkook, feeling his heartbeat echo through their entwined bodies. They stood there in the hallway for what felt like an eternity, their silence more intimate than any words could have been. Eventually, they began to relax, their breaths slowing and their muscles loosening. It was then that Taehyung realized what he'd done: he'd just ambushed Jungkook with an unexpected hug, and he had no idea what to say now.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I just... I missed you."

"Shh," Jungkook soothed, running his hand up and down Taehyung's back. "It's okay. I missed you too. I've been worried about you." He pulled back slightly, looking into Taehyung's eyes. "What happened?"

Taehyung took a deep breath, steeling himself before he told the truth. "I fought with Sehun. About us. He doesn't understand, Jungkook. He doesn't know what we have." He hesitated, then continued, "He says I'm just being selfish, that I let such big alliance go."

Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise. "What?" he exclaimed. "He wouldn't dare!"

Taehyung looked away, his heart heavy. "He thinks I'm just being selfish, that I'm not letting you go. But it's not like that, Jungkook. It's... it's different with you. I can't explain it." He paused, gathering the courage to meet Jungkook's gaze again. "You are only mine, Jungkook. I won't let anyone else touch you."

Jungkook's features softened, and he reached up to cup Taehyung's cheek. "I feel the same way, Tae. You're all I've ever wanted. I'm sorry Sehun said those things. He doesn't understand us." He leaned in closer, their lips just inches apart. "I love you, Tae. I always will."

Taehyung said with anger,"he said some very dirty things about you. I couldnt control it. I cannot even imagine someone other than me touching you"

Jungkook held him tighter, his heart pounding in fear. He had never seen Taehyung this upset, this possessive. It was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. He didn't want to lose him, but he couldn't help but feel guilty for the way Sehun had spoken to him.

They stood there, locked in an embrace, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Taehyung buried his face in Jungkook's neck, inhaling his familiar scent. He could feel Jungkook's heart racing beneath his fingers as he ran them up and down his back. It was a strange mix of fear and desire that filled the air between them.

"I'm sorry, Tae. Don't think about him now. I just want you to be happy. I want us to be happy together," Jungkook whispered, his lips brushing against Taehyung's ear. "I love you, and I will always be yours. No matter what anyone says or does, you are the only one I want."

Taehyung pulled back slightly, searching Jungkook's eyes. There was so much sincerity in his voice, in his touch. He could feel the truth of his words deep in his soul. Slowly, he nodded, the tension beginning to ease from his shoulders. "I love you too, Jungkook. And I promise, no one will ever touch you like I will."

With that, they leaned in, their lips meeting in a desperate, passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled together as they explored each other's mouths, their hands moving frantically over bare skin. It was a messy, hungry kiss that spoke of the depth of their love and the intensity of their need for one another.

As they pulled apart for air, Taehyung gazed into Jungkook's eyes, his heart full to bursting. "You are mine, and I am yours," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "And nothing and no one will ever change that."

Jungkook nodded, his fingers trailing down Taehyung's chest. "Forever," he whispered, pressing their bodies together once more. "Forever and always."

Taehyung gazed down at Jungkook's lips, still swollen from their kiss. "You're all I've ever wanted," he murmured, brushing his thumb across the corner of Jungkook's mouth. "And I promise, no one will ever touch you like I will."

Jungkook shivered at the touch, feeling a possessiveness in Taehyung's words that was both thrilling and possessive.

Jungkook squirmed in taehyung's lap, their hands clasped together, fingers entwined. The air around them crackled with a palpable energy, like static electricity before a storm. Taehyung gazed into Jungkook's eyes, their faces mere inches apart, and felt a heat rising up in his chest. He swallowed hard, his heart racing. "Don't look at me like that," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "It makes me want to do something I shouldn't."

Jungkook's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Who's stopping you?" he challenged, his voice a husky whisper. He leaned forward, pressing their bodies even closer, and Taehyung felt his resolve crumbling beneath the weight of their desire.

Taehyung bit his lip, glancing away from Jungkook's intense gaze. "It's supposed to be special," he said, his voice shaking. "I want it to be perfect." Jungkook traced a finger down Taehyung's cheek, tenderly brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen across his face. "And I promise you," he whispered, "every moment with you is special."

The room was bathed in a warm, golden light that seemed to bathe their faces in a soft glow. The air was heavy with the scent of jasmine and candle wax, creating an intimate, almost dreamlike atmosphere. Jungkook leaned in closer still, their lips mere millimeters apart, and Taehyung closed his eyes, anticipating the inevitable contact, the rush of heat and desire that would consume them both.

But just as their lips were about to meet, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room, extinguishing a nearby candle and sending a shower of sparks raining down around them. Startled, they both looked up to see a curtain billowing out the open window, the fabric fluttering like a flag in a storm. Jungkook turned to Taehyung, a mixture of amusement and longing playing across his face. "Looks like we'll have to wait for some more," Taehyung said, grinning. "Maybe next time I'll make myself even more perfect for you."