TAEKOOK ONESHOTS

The Muse 4: Demon's flame

The candle flickered weakly in the dim light of Jungkook's apartment, its once-pristine white wax now barely a stub. Jungkook sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the last remnants of the cursed candle. The weight of the final wish settled heavy on his chest. He knew what he wanted, what he had always craved but had never dared to ask for. Because it feels wrong.

But he had enough. He wants it for himself and just for once, he wants to be selfish.

Love. Not just fleeting touches or shallow connections, but something real, even if it came from a demon. Speciallyif it is from Taehyung. His heart ached for it, a longing that had simmered deep within him for as long as he could remember. The years of loneliness, of watching others find happiness while he was left with memories of abandonment, had finally reached a tipping point. This was it-the last chance to feel something true before it was all over.

With a deep breath, Jungkook's gaze flitted to the candle one last time then blows it out. The flame flickered, casting long shadows on the walls, and as it did, Taehyung appeared before him, stepping out of the darkness as if he had always been there, waiting.

Taehyung's eyes, as dark as the abyss, met Jungkook's, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. There was no need for words; the wish had been made silently, but the intensity of Jungkook's longing was palpable.

"I'm here," Taehyung said softly, his voice like velvet, rich and smooth.

Jungkook's breath hitched. "I... I didn't say it out loud, but you know, don't you?"

Taehyung nodded, his expression unreadable. "I've known from the start."

Jungkook swallowed hard, feeling his pulse race. He wasn't sure how to proceed, how to ask for what he desired. The idea of intimacy with a demon was both thrilling and terrifying, but it was the only thing he could think of, the only wish that mattered now.

"Show me," Jungkook whispered, his voice trembling. "Show me what it's like... to be loved."

Taehyung's gaze softened, and he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming yet comforting. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Jungkook's cheek with a tenderness that belied his nature. The touch was electric, sending shivers down Jungkook's spine.

"Are you certain?" Taehyung asked, his tone gentle yet laced with something darker, something ancient.

Jungkook nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes. I'm sure."

Taehyung's eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, there was no need for words. The air between them was charged, the tension that had simmered for so long finally reaching its boiling point. Slowly, Taehyung crossed the room, his steps deliberate, until he was standing just inches away from Jungkook.

"You have no idea what you are doing to me," Taehyung murmured, his voice low and rich with emotion.

"I'm here. With you. That's more than I could wish for."
Jungkook moaned through the space between their mouths.

Taehyung's lips curved into a faint smile as he leaned in, his breath warm against Jungkook's skin. He didn't rush, didn't force anything. Instead, he took his time, letting his fingers glide over Jungkook's neck, down to his collarbone, and then further down to his chest. Each touch was deliberate, drawing out the tension, the anticipation.

Jungkook's breath hitched as Taehyung's hand came up to cup his cheek, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down his spine. It had always been like this between them-electric, undeniable. But now, after everything, it felt different. Deeper. More intense.

Jungkook leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he let himself feel the weight of it all. The fear, the longing, the overwhelming need that had been building for what felt like an eternity. And when he opened his eyes again, he saw that same need reflected in Taehyung's gaze.