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Jungkook marveled at his predicament. Five days ago, his life had unraveled, and he had been forced to go on the run with only one ally—a person he could only connect with via phone. Then, he had met Mr. Wonderful, the suave and charming Kim Taehyung. Waking up married to him in Vegas was the final twist: now, here he was, living with his "elevator husband."
Though they had only just met, Jungkook felt oddly understood by Taehyung. Only a few people in the world could claim to even be familiar with him, yet Taehyung had already made him feel known. Taehyung actually "saw" him. It was as if they had been part of each other's lives far longer than just a few days. None of it made sense to Jungkook, but he chose to lean into it. He knew their time together was temporary, so he decided to enjoy it while it lasted.
"Taehyung, why aren't you kissing me back?" Jungkook pouted.
The two had freshened up after their flight and were lying in bed, both their backs resting on the headboard, considering watching TV. Taehyung had planned to grab something for them to eat before officially calling it a night. Jungkook, however, had something else in mind.
Taehyung hesitated, knowing exactly where this was heading. "Doesn't your body need a break? We just had sex last night. Twice, actually. And if I kiss you back, it'll lead to other things. I have very little self-control when it comes to you."
"Yeah, I'm still a little sore, but what's one more round? I'll take some aspirin and use some cream after for the light pain. I'm totally prepared. Besides, I even prepped in the shower."
Taehyung sighed. "I just think maybe you should give yourself a little rest."
"I don't want rest," Jungkook mumbled, growing self-conscious. Had Taehyung lost interest in him? At the pool party, Taehyung couldn't keep his hands off him. What changed? He hesitated, then asked, "Is it because I said I was a little inexperienced? Did that turn you off?"
"No, it's not that," Taehyung reassured him. "I mean, it surprised me a bit, but that's not the issue. I just don't want to hurt you. I want you to know I didn't bring you here just for sex. I'd never want to take advantage of you." Even as he said the words, Taehyung couldn't help but remember his initial response when Jungkook had asked if he wanted to sleep with him. He had said yes.
Jungkook smiled softly. "I know that you don't want to hurt me or take advantage of me. Having sex is not taking advantage of me per se, but rather we could take advantage of the moment. So, while we're here together now..." He leaned in, closing the gap, and kissed Taehyung's lips gently. Taehyung didn't respond.
Taehyung took Jungkook's hands, moved them away from his body, and kissed his palm. "You know what I'd like to do instead, Jungkook?"
Jungkook turned back toward Taehyung to face him. "Let me guess: you think I can't handle it, so you want to just do oral—"