CRIMSON LIES (TAEKOOK)

27.( IT'S WARM)🔞

... He had barely finished folding the last blanket on the couch when the doorbell rang. Puzzled, he made his way to the door, running his fingers through his hair to fix it. As soon as he opened it, he froze. There stood Jungkook, clad in a leather jacket over a simple white shirt, his dark hair slightly disheveled from the wind. He looked impossibly good, but there was something in his eyes-an intensity that made Taehyung's breath hitch.

"Jungkook, wha-" Before Taehyung could even finish his sentence, Jungkook stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with a firm click. They both are at inside porch of house .

"Where are your parents?" Jungkook asked, his voice low, almost gruff.

Taehyung blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Uh...they went shopping. Why-"

Jungkook didn't wait for the explanation. His hand shot out, cupping the back of Taehyung's neck, and without another word, he kissed him. Hard.

The kiss wasn't soft or sweet-it was raw, filled with unresolved tension, frustration, and a possessive edge that left Taehyung utterly breathless. Jungkook's lips were rough against his, moving with an urgency that made Taehyung's knees go weak. The bite that followed wasn't gentle, either-Jungkook's teeth sank into his lower lip, tugging just enough to make Taehyung gasp. The sharpness was followed by the soothing sweep of Jungkook's tongue, as if silently apologizing, though his grip on Taehyung's neck never loosened.

Taehyung whimpered against his mouth, clutching at Jungkook's jacket to steady himself. But Jungkook wasn't done. He angled his head, deepening the kiss, their mouths slanting together in perfect sync. The wet, messy sound of their lips moving echoed in the otherwise quiet house. Taehyung's hands found their way to Jungkook's chest, fisting the fabric of his shirt as Jungkook pressed closer, crowding him against the wall.

When Jungkook finally broke the kiss, Taehyung's chest heaved, his swollen lips parted as he tried to catch his breath. But Jungkook didn't give him the chance to recover. He grabbed both of Taehyung's wrists, pinning them above his head against the wall. His body was flush against Taehyung's, their breaths mingling as Jungkook leaned in, his dark eyes boring into Taehyung's wide ones.

"Where were you?" Jungkook demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

Taehyung blinked, still dazed from the kiss. "W-what? I told you...I wasn't feeling well..."

Jungkook's jaw tightened, and his grip on Taehyung's wrists didn't ease. "You didn't answer my call," he accused, his tone laced with a possessiveness that made Taehyung's stomach flutter.

"I-I texted you," Taehyung managed to reply, his voice shaky. He wasn't used to seeing Jungkook like this-so intense, so...hungry.

Jungkook's eyes flicked to Taehyung's lips, which were red and slightly swollen from their kiss. "Not good enough," he murmured. Then he kissed him again.

This time, it was slower, but no less consuming. Jungkook's lips moved against Taehyung's with a deliberateness that sent shivers down his spine. His tongue traced the seam of Taehyung's mouth, coaxing it open, and when Taehyung complied, Jungkook took full advantage. His tongue slid inside, exploring and claiming, and Taehyung couldn't help but moan into the kiss.

Jungkook's free hand slid down Taehyung's side, resting on his waist before gripping his hip tightly. The possessiveness in his touch made Taehyung's head spin. He arched into Jungkook, wanting-needing-more, but Jungkook pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against Taehyung's as he whispered, "Do you know how crazy you make me?"

Taehyung shivered, his heart pounding in his chest. "Jungkook..."

"You don't get to ignore me," Jungkook continued, his voice a low growl. "Not when you're mine."