VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

Cold

"What's with you today?" Jungkook's voice was a gentle murmur, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within him. Taehyung looked up from his book, a small furrow creasing his brow. He didn't understand why Jungkook couldn't just let him be. He had deadlines to meet, thoughts to think, and a universe of words to explore.

"What do you mean?" Taehyung replied, his tone even but his eyes hinting at annoyance. He shifted in his chair, the fabric rubbing against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. Jungkook's touch had always been a distraction, a warm current that pulled him away from his thoughts.

Jungkook took a step closer, his hand reaching out to stroke Taehyung's cheek. "You're so cold to me," he said softly, his thumb brushing against Taehyung's stubble. "It's like you don't even want me here."

Taehyung sighed, setting his book aside. He knew Jungkook didn't mean it like that, but his need for space was something that Jungkook had never quite understood. "I'm just busy," Taehyung said, his voice low.

Jungkook's hand hovered for a moment before retreating. He took a step back, his eyes searching Taehyung's face for any clue of what was going on. "Okay," he said, his voice filled with doubt. "I'll leave you to it."

Taehyung felt a twinge of guilt as Jungkook turned away, but he quickly buried it under a pile of rationalizations. He needed this space to keep his mind clear, to focus on the deadlines that were looming like dark clouds over his horizon. He watched Jungkook's retreating back, the muscles tensing and releasing as he walked away, and for a brief moment, he was tempted to call out, to apologize, to pull him back into his arms. But he didn't.

The silence in the room grew heavier, each tick of the clock echoing like a gong in his ears. Taehyung tried to return to his book, but the words blurred together, a jumble of letters that held no meaning. Jungkook's presence lingered, a warm ghost that haunted the air around him. He found himself reaching for the spot where Jungkook's hand had been, his cheek feeling cold and empty.

Minutes turned into hours, and the guilt grew into a dull ache in his chest. He knew Jungkook was in the other room, probably watching TV or scrolling through his phone, feeling rejected and misunderstood. Taehyung had always been like this, even before they were together. His mind a fortress that no one could easily invade. He didn't know how to bridge the gap between his need for solitude and Jungkook's craving for affection.

With a sigh, he stood up and stretched, his body protesting after being cooped up for so long. He walked over to the window and stared out into the night, the streetlights casting a soft glow on the raindrops that danced on the glass. The rain soothed him, a gentle reminder that the world outside was alive and thriving, despite his own internal turmoil. He felt a gentle warmth seep into his back, and knew without looking that Jungkook had come up behind him.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I miss you, even when you're right here." His arms wrapped around Taehyung's waist, pulling him back into a warm embrace. Taehyung closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his heart racing in his chest. He didn't know how to explain his aversion to physical touch without hurting Jungkook's feelings, but he knew he had to try.

"It's not you," Taehyung began, his voice tight. "It's just... I need my own space to think. To breathe." He felt Jungkook's grip loosen slightly, but the arms remained around him, a silent plea for understanding. "I don't know how to explain it, but it's like... when you touch me, it's like someone's turned up the volume on everything. I can't focus."

Jungkook's grip tightened again, his breath warm against Taehyung's neck. "But you're my safe place," he said, his voice cracking. "When I hold you, everything else fades away."