Whispers of a first kiss

Chapter 25

"Ahhmmm.."

Jungkook whimpered wrapping his hands around Taehyung's neck, who was trailing his tongue from his jawlines to his neck. Jungkook tilted his head to the other side with a soft m.an when Taehyung grabbed his waist, squeezing it hard and pulling him closer. "S..sir, please." Jungkook let out a plea in his sweet voice.

Taehyung took a step back, his eyes locked onto Jungkook with an intensity that was both unsettling and enthralling. It was as if the very air around them had shifted, charged with an electric tension. Taehyung's gaze was dark and intimate, his eyes gleaming with a fervor that made Jungkook feel both exposed and alive. Those eyes seemed to see right through him, peeling away layers until Jungkook was laid bare beneath that piercing gaze.

Jungkook squirmed under the weight of Taehyung's palm all over his exposed waist, feeling a strange thrill that sent shivers down his spine. His heart raced in his chest, a frantic rhythm that matched the chaos of his thoughts.

With a swift motion, Taehyung pushed Jungkook onto the table, sending books, files, and scattered stationery tumbling to the floor. The room seemed to pause for a heartbeat, the air thick with tension as papers fluttered like confetti in their wake.

"Ah!" Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise, meeting Taehyung's dark, intent gaze. His gaze held a silent hidden question that begged to be answered. Jungkook's breath hitched, caught in the web of emotions that Taehyung's eyes spun around him and he nodded.

That was enough for Taehyung, everything else faded away, the world outside, the noise, the fear, leaving just the two of them in the stillness, a beautiful connection weaving between their locked eyes.

Jungkook's pulse quickened, when Taehyung grabbed his exposed thighs, his hands caressing up and down the milky and fatty meat, rolling the skirt along the way. Jungkook wondered if Taehyung could hear his heart beating crazily.

Jungkook's breath hitched when Taehyung's other hand rested lazily on his b..bies, neither doing anything, however doing many things inside Jungkook's stomach.

Taehyung smirked as he could sense the effect he was having on Jungkook. His gaze shifted between Jungkook's innocent eyes and the hand roaming around Jungkook's body restlessly.

"Can I?" Taehyung's question was a whisper, barely audible, yet it carried the weight of something profound and indescribable. It was as if they stood on the edge of an abyss, teetering on the brink of a revelation that could change everything between them.

Jungkook nodded, his mind barely processing Taehyung's question. He was captivated, caught in the intensity of Taehyung's gaze. It felt as though time had come to a halt, leaving them suspended in this delicate moment.

Taehyung immediately wrapped his arms tightly around Jungkook, leaving no space between them. As he nuzzled into Jungkook's neck, he rolled over, keeping his grip firm. But in a sudden twist of fate, he found himself clutching nothing more than a pillow. With a thud, Taehyung hit the floor, his head colliding with the leg of the table.

"Ouch," he whimpered, rubbing the sore spot.

Taehyung jolted awake, his heart racing and his skin slick with sweat. He sat up on the floor, disoriented and bewildered. Was it just a dream? He glanced around the room, piecing together his surroundings. He was in his own bedroom, not some chaotic office, and Jungkook was nowhere to be found. The realization crashed over him like a cold wave, leaving him both relieved and disappointed.

What an incredibly vivid dream it had been. He could almost feel Jungkook's warmth lingering on him.

"Ah! Did I start to manifest things?" Taehyung muttered to himself, ruffling his hair in frustration. He pushed back the pillow and rose from the floor, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the warmth of his dream. He sighed deeply, his heart still caught between the reality of the present and the lingering emotions of the dream.