STAY for a while (Taekook)

💜Chapter -12💜

 Silent

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Jungkook stood in the silence of his room, the emptiness around him feeling almost suffocating. The loneliness echoed loudly, as if the walls themselves were shouting his solitude back at him. No one was there to hear him, no one to offer solace.

He was dressed impeccably, just as he had been instructed. His black tight jeans clung to his legs, emphasizing every contour, while the loose white shirt fell gracefully around his torso. His hair was neatly parted in the middle, each strand perfectly in place. Despite the light makeup, it accentuated his natural beauty—highlighting just how striking he was.

As he gazed into the mirror one last time, he reassured himself that he looked perfect. He needed to, especially tonight, as he would be standing beside Kim Taehyung. A man whose name was synonymous with success, power, and an almost unearthly beauty. Taehyung wasn’t just the top in the business world; he was also crowned the most handsome man globally—a title that brought admirers from all corners, both men and women.

Jungkook had witnessed it countless times, how people, enamored by Taehyung, would throw themselves at him, eager to share his bed, even if just for a fleeting moment. This pressure weighed heavily on Jungkook. It wasn’t just about looking good; it was about looking the best, perhaps even more beautiful than anyone else in the room, just to stand a chance beside someone like Taehyung.

As soon as the sound of the car horn reached Jungkook’s ears, he knew Taehyung had arrived. His eyes, however, remained soulless, empty despite the skillful work of the eye makeup that framed them perfectly. With one last glance at himself in the mirror, he straightened his posture and made his way to the hall.

As he entered, his gaze immediately locked onto Taehyung, who was seated on the sofa like a king, his usual aura of effortless elegance surrounding him. Taehyung’s eyes were fixed on the screen in front of him, but the moment he heard the click of Jungkook’s heels against the floor, his attention shifted.

When their dark eyes met—Jungkook’s soft and innocent , Taehyung’s intense and unreadable—it felt as if time itself had paused. Jungkook’s bunny-like features, a delicate mix of cuteness and undeniable allure, were impossible to look away from. On the other side, Taehyung’s boxy smile and his strikingly handsome face made him look every bit the heartthrob he was known to be.

Taehyung’s gaze lingered on Jungkook, his heartbeat quickening uncontrollably. It didn’t matter how many nights and days they had spent together, how many times their bodies had intertwined, how often Taehyung had asserted his possessiveness over him—just one look from taehyung was enough to make jungkook’s knees weak.

Jungkook felt frozen in place, his palms beginning to sweat as he watched Taehyung rise from the sofa, his movements slow and deliberate. His breathing grew shallow, his eyes dropping to the floor in a mix of fear and anticipation.

A brief silence hung between them, thick with unspoken words and the palpable tension in the air. It was broken only when Taehyung’s fingers gently lifted Jungkook’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet again. The touch was light but firm, commanding his attention.

Taehyung leaned in closer, his warm breath ghosting over Jungkook’s lips. The proximity made Jungkook’s breath hitch, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

“You should be more careful when you get ready, Jungkook,” Taehyung’s voice was low, dripping with a possessive intensity. “How am I supposed to control myself when you look this irresistible?”

Jungkook's big doe eyes gazed up at taehyung, filled with surprise and something deeper, almost like a silent plea, taehyung's hand moved to jungkook's petite waist, his grip firm as he suddenly pulled him closer. The unexpected motion made jungkook let out a soft, surprising gasp, his hands instinctively clenching into fists on either side of taehyung, gripping the fabric of his shirt.