The Boxer and the Barista

Chapter 8 (mostly about yoonminseok)

Jungkook's breath came in ragged gasps, his heart racing as he came down from the exhilarating high of their intimate moment. He opened his eyes, meeting Taehyung's gaze, his own expression a mix of awe and desire.Taehyung's hand came up to cup the younger man's cheek, his thumb gently rubbing over the flushed skin. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft and concerned. Jungkook's eyes fluttered closed again, his body leaning into Taehyung's touch. "I'm okay," he murmured, his voice still a little breathless.Taehyung smiled, his thumb continuing to rub gentle, soothing circles on the younger man's cheek. "You sure? We didn't go too far?" 

Jungkook opened his eyes again, his gaze meeting Taehyung's with a mixture of gratitude and affection. "I'm fine," he assured, his voice steady now.Taehyung's smile widened at the younger man's words, his hand shifting from his cheek to tangle in the tousled strands of his hair. "Okay, good," he said, his own voice quiet and satisfied.There was a brief moment of silence between them, each man simply basking in the afterglow of their passion. After a few moments of comfortable silence, Taehyung's gaze wandered over the younger man's face, taking in the flushed cheeks and messy hair. "You're a mess," he teased, his voice filled with affection.Jungkook's lips quirked up in a small smile, his cheeks reddening even more at the comment. "Hey, whose fault is that?" he retorted, his voice still soft and a little breathy. 

Taehyung chuckled, his hand still tangled in the younger man's hair, his fingers gently threading through the soft strands. "It's not my fault you're so sensitive," he teased, his voice low and seductive.Jungkook's cheeks flushed even more at the comment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he playfully swatted the older man's arm. "Shut up," he muttered, his voice lacking any real annoyance. 

Suddenly, the quiet moment was interrupted by the sound of loud footsteps approaching the bedroom door. Without warning, the door opened and Namjoon walked in, a broad grin on his face."Hey, lovebirds!" he called out, his voice loud and cheerful, "We're going glamping!" Both Taehyung and Jungkook flinched at the interruption, their intimate moment shattered by Namjoon's boisterous entrance."Jesus, Joon," Taehyung grumbled, his hand dropping from Jungkook's hair as he glared at the older man. "Could you knock next time?" 

Namjoon chuckled, completely unrepentant. "Nah, where's the fun in that?" he retorted, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk.Jungkook huffed out a sigh, running a hand through his already messy hair. "We were kind of in the middle of something, you know," he pointed out, his voice a mix of irritation and embarrassment. Namjoon tilted his head, his smirk growing wider as he took in the sight of the two men, still sitting close together on the bed. "Oh, I can see that," he teased, his gaze roving over their flushed faces and dishevelled hair. 

Taehyung rolled his eyes, his annoyance at the interruption quickly overpowered by amusement. "Are you done interrupting?" he asked dryly.Namjoon chuckled again, still standing in the open doorway. "Not yet," he replied, his tone still playful. "Just wanted to remind you both that we're going glamping. Pack your bags, we're leaving soon." Taehyung let out a low groan, his head falling back onto the pillow in frustration. "Thanks for the reminder," he muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.Namjoon simply chuckled in response, clearly enjoying the younger man's annoyance. "No problem!" he replied cheerfully. "Now get up and start packing. We're not waiting for you two lovebirds." 

Taehyung's eyes widened at Jungkook's muttered comment, his gaze flicking between Namjoon and the younger man. Namjoon, however, simply chuckled, his expression remaining relaxed and unbothered."Oh, don't be jealous," he teased, his tone light-hearted. "Just because Jin and I are married with a kid doesn't mean you two can't have a little love-in in the woods."