VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

Undercover Love (2/2)

After arriving at Taehyung's home, Jungkook felt a mix of nervousness and curiosity. Taehyung's mother, Mrs. Kim, greeted them with a warm smile. Her eyes lingered on Jungkook, assessing him as if she sensed more than just a nerdy high school student.

"Taehyung has told me so much about you," Mrs. Kim said, her voice gentle. "You're his only friend."

Jungkook shifted uncomfortably. How much had Taehyung revealed? How much could he trust Mrs. Kim?

Taehyung stepped closer, intertwining their fingers. "Mom, this is Jungkook," he said. "He's... special."

Mrs. Kim's gaze softened. "Special indeed," she murmured. "Sometimes, the people who seem ordinary hold the most extraordinary secrets."

And then she did something unexpected. She hugged Jungkook. It was a motherly embrace, one that spoke of acceptance and protection. Jungkook's eyes stung; he hadn't felt this kind of warmth in years.

Over dinner, they talked about school, dreams, and Taehyung's cat that Jungkook had initially disliked but now tolerated. Mrs. Kim's laughter echoed through the cozy living room, and Taehyung leaned into Jungkook's side, as if seeking reassurance.

As they left, Mrs. Kim whispered to Jungkook, "Take care of my son. He's been through too much."

Jungkook nodded, realizing that Taehyung's mother saw beyond the façade. She knew they were more than friends. That their half-baked relationship held secrets and scars.

Outside, rain began to fall. Taehyung tilted his face up, catching the drops. "She likes you," he said.

Jungkook smiled, pulling Taehyung close. "Maybe we're not so ordinary after all."

As they went in Taehyung's room, the air held a mix of vulnerability and anticipation. The walls whispered secrets, posters of horror movie classics, faded photographs, and a single wilting flower on the windowsill.

Jungkook hesitated near the door, his heart pounding. Taehyung's gaze was unwavering, a silent invitation. The room felt smaller, intimate. A space where half-baked friendships could ignite into something more.

Taehyung stepped closer, fingers brushing Jungkook's. "This is where I dream," he said softly. "Where nightmares fade and hope takes root."

Jungkook nodded, his own secrets echoing in the dim light. He wondered if Taehyung could see the scars. The ones etched on his soul. But maybe, just maybe, this room held healing too.

As the rain tapped against the window, Taehyung leaned in, lips brushing Jungkook's. The kiss tasted like survival. A promise that they'd face danger together, rewrite their story, and find solace in each other's arms.

Their breaths mingled, hearts racing, as Jungkook pulled Taehyung closer. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in on their half-baked relationship. Taehyung's legs straddled Jungkook's lap, and the weight of their secrets pressed against each other.

Taehyung's eyes held a mix of vulnerability and desire. "Jungkook," he whispered, fingers tracing the curve of Jungkook's jaw. "We're playing with fire."

Jungkook's grip tightened, his lips brushing Taehyung's. "I've been burned before," he confessed. "But with you, it's different."

And then they kissed again. A collision of past and present, danger and salvation. The bed creaked beneath them, a witness to their unraveling secrets. In this room, where nightmares faded and hope took root.

As they pulled apart Taehyung asked what was Jungkook's plan. Jungkook's voice was low, his eyes unwavering as he outlined the plan. Taehyung listened, heart pounding, as the room seemed to close in on them.

"First," Jungkook began, "we gather evidence. Enough to expose the gang's operations. Names, locations, everything."

Taehyung nodded, already thinking of ways to infiltrate their hideouts. "And then?"

"We disappear," Jungkook said. "New identities, new lives. Somewhere they won't find us."

"But what about us?" Taehyung asked, fingers tracing Jungkook's jaw. "What happens to this... half-baked relationship?"

Jungkook's gaze softened. "We'll bake it fully," he promised. "In a world where danger no longer defines us."

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Taehyung, with his uncanny ability to blend in, attended the gang's secret meetings. Disguised as a low-level informant, he eavesdropped on conversations, memorized faces, and noted their hierarchy. His sweet smile and innocent demeanor masked the steel beneath. A determination to protect Jungkook and dismantle the gang.

Jungkook, a master hacker, breached encrypted files. His fingers danced across the keyboard, unraveling the gang's operations. Bank accounts, safe houses, and coded messages. All laid bare. He traced their connections, mapping their web of criminality. Each line of code was a step toward freedom.

Taehyung handed Jungkook a flash drive. The culmination of weeks of risk and sacrifice. It contained the gang's secrets. Their operations, their leaders, and the blood on their hands. Jungkook's eyes gleamed with determination; this was their weapon.

The plane's hum enveloped them, cocooning Taehyung and Jungkook in a world of their own. Taehyung's fingers traced the inked patterns on Jungkook's forearm. A map of memories etched into skin.

Jungkook's lips brushed Taehyung's forehead, warmth seeping through. "What's on your mind, Tae?"

Taehyung tilted his head, eyes searching Jungkook's. "You never told me where we're going," he said, pouting playfully. "I mean, we're escaping danger, rewriting our story, but... where?"

Jungkook's smile held secrets. The kind that danced in moonlight and whispered promises. "Paradise," he murmured. "We're going to paradise, my love."

And in that moment, as the plane soared toward an unknown horizon, Taehyung believed him. Paradise wasn't a place; it was the space between their hearts. A fragile haven where love conquered all.

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I honestly I was too lazy to write and edit this one so if there's any mistakes ignore them like I ignore the fact that I'm not going to see BTS in 2025 because I'm broke and I'm sure tickets are sold out by now 🙃

-lxnnie