you are mine, every day I will make you remember that you are my $lut, my wh'ore, I'll give you the whole world but you have to be in my cage. you try to run I will cut your legs, you try to fly I'll cut your wings, you are born for me.if you leave...
The sun blazed high in the sky, casting its golden rays over the beach. Jungkook, with his sculpted physique and boxers clinging to him, was the center of attention. Taehyung, though trying to hide his jealousy, found it hard to ignore the envious stares of the nearby beachgoers.
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“Just showing off,” Taehyung muttered under his breath as he tried to ignore Jungkook’s confident display.
Jungkook, undeterred, set up their spot on the sand and pulled out a bottle of sunscreen. He turned to Taehyung with a hopeful look. “Can you please help me put this on?”
“Fuck off,” Taehyung snapped, clearly annoyed.
Jungkook sighed but proceeded to apply the sunscreen himself. Just as he was about to finish, a stunning woman in a bikini approached them. Her eyes lingered on Jungkook, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips. “If you don’t mind, I can help you with that.”
Jungkook glanced at Taehyung’s seething expression and then back at the woman. “I’m sorry, but I prefer it when only my wife touches me,” he said firmly.
The woman’s smile faltered, disappointment flashing across her face. “Alright,” she said and walked away.
With the distraction gone, Jungkook turned back to Taehyung, who was still glaring but now also blushing slightly. “Apply it, please,” he requested, his voice softening.
Taehyung rolled his eyes but took the sunscreen from Jungkook, his movements reluctant yet tender. As he began applying the lotion, his fingers brushed lightly over Jungkook’s chest. The warmth of Jungkook’s skin under his touch was undeniable, and Taehyung’s fingers lingered as he worked the sunscreen into Jungkook’s firm muscles.
While applying the lotion, Taehyung noticed something. Hidden among the tattoos on Jungkook’s chest was a name, almost imperceptible unless you looked closely. As his fingers traced over it, Taehyung realized it was his own name, subtly inked near Jungkook’s heart.
His heart skipped a beat. Unconsciously, Taehyung’s fingers lingered over the tattoo, tracing the letters with a delicate touch. The sensation of his name under his fingertips sent a shiver down his spine. Taehyung’s gaze softened, his expression turning contemplative as he focused on the name.
Jungkook, sensing the change in Taehyung’s demeanor, gently shifted him onto his lap. He watched Taehyung closely, noting the way his eyes lingered on the tattoo. Taehyung sat back, his mind drifting as he continued to trace the name on Jungkook’s chest.
Jungkook’s breath hitched slightly at the intimate touch. He observed Taehyung’s focused expression, his own heart racing with a mix of anticipation and longing. The contact was electric, and Jungkook’s arms slid around Taehyung’s waist, pulling him closer.
Taehyung was lost in the sensation of the tattoo beneath his fingertips, his focus solely on the name that seemed to carry so much meaning. The intimate proximity, the warmth of Jungkook’s body, and the softness of his touch created an almost palpable tension between them.
