"POSSESSION" II JJK X THV II 21+ TAEKOOK FF

12. Memories

The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the cozy apartment.

Jungkook stirred from his slumber, the soft sheets of Taehyung's bed caressing his skin. A lazy smile played on his lips as memories of the previous night flooded his mind. The room was bathed in the morning light, adding a serene glow to the space.

His hand reached out instinctively, seeking the warmth of Taehyung beside him, but the bed was empty. It felt cold without Taehyung's presence.

A flicker of anxiety gripped his heart, and he rubbed his eyes, blinking away the sleep.

He looked around intently, hoping to see any sign of his lover. Relief washed over him when he heard the faint clatter of utensils from the kitchen.

Throwing the covers aside, Jungkook stood and stretched, feeling the slight soreness from their passionate night.

As he approached the kitchen, he halted at the doorway, struck speechless by the sight before him.

Taehyung stood by the stove, humming softly to himself as he fried an egg.

He was clad in nothing but Jungkook's oversized shirt, which hung loosely on his frame, the hem brushing his knees. The sleeves were rolled up, and the collar slipped slightly off one shoulder, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his smooth skin.

The sight of Taehyung, so effortlessly beautiful and radiant, made Jungkook's heart race.

It felt as though Taehyung had become even more beautiful overnight, a sight too exquisite to bear, leaving him almost breathless.

He watched as Taehyung moved gracefully, his every action infused with a delicate charm that made Jungkook's chest tighten with adoration.

Unable to resist, Jungkook approached quietly and wrapped his arms around Taehyung's waist, pulling him close.

Taehyung jumped slightly in surprise but quickly melted into the embrace, a soft smile gracing his lips.

"Good morning, baby," Jungkook murmured, his voice husky with affection. He pressed a gentle kiss to Taehyung's neck, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent.

Taehyung leaned back into him, his hand coming up to caress Jungkook's hair. "Good morning," he replied softly, turning his head to nudge his face against Jungkook's.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. The love and tenderness they shared filled the space, making it their own little paradise.

Jungkook tightened his hold, savoring the warmth and closeness. "You're so beautiful, my love. It's almost painful. I wish I could hide you from the world and keep you all to myself."

Taehyung chuckled softly, turning around in Jungkook's embrace. He held Jungkook close, whispering in his ear, "Who said you can't? I belong only to you. You can do whatever you want to me."

Jungkook's jaw tightened, his pulse quickening as blood rushed through his veins. "You shouldn't have said that," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Before Taehyung could react, Jungkook's lips crashed onto his, enveloping him in a fervent kiss. His hands moved swiftly, and soon Taehyung's only clothes were strewn across the floor.

"But breakfast-" Taehyung tried to speak, his breath hitching.

Jungkook silenced him with another kiss, his hands strong and possessive, lifting him effortlessly with one hand and closing the stove with the other.

"You're my breakfast," he growled, carrying Taehyung to the bedroom and almost tossing him onto the bed, breathing heavily.

Taehyung giggled, a playful glint in his eyes. "Is that so?"