Top Kook 【SHORT STORIES】

one night stand with my ex husband (pt.4)

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As the morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, Jungkook slowly stirred from his sleep, his senses heightened by the faint scent of Taehyung’s cologne lingering in the air. He blinked a few times, then realized he was still wrapped in Taehyung’s embrace. Pulling back slightly, he took in the sight of Taehyung’s peaceful face. His heart skipped a beat as he reached out, his fingers gently brushing against Taehyung’s soft cheeks. The warmth of the moment made Jungkook’s chest tighten with emotions he wasn’t ready to confront.

But then, his eyes traveled downward, catching the bare expanse of Taehyung’s chest, where his shirt had slipped open slightly during the night. Jungkook’s breath hitched, and he swallowed hard, his gaze lingering on the exposed skin, the curve of Taehyung’s collarbone, and the slight rise and fall of his chest.

Suddenly, Taehyung stirred, and as if sensing the weight of Jungkook’s stare, he opened his eyes slowly, catching Jungkook mid-gaze. For a second, neither of them moved. Taehyung’s sleepy eyes trailed down, following Jungkook’s fixed stare to his own chest. In a flash, Taehyung sat up, his face turning a bright shade of red.

"What... what are you doing?!" Taehyung stammered, his voice a mix of confusion and embarrassment, his hands quickly pulling his shirt closed.

Jungkook, startled by the sudden movement, flinched, sitting up as well. "What? I-I wasn’t doing anything!" he defended, looking genuinely baffled, but his flushed cheeks betrayed him.

Taehyung’s embarrassment deepened. *How can I tell him that he was staring at me... there?* Flustered, he scrambled out of bed, heading toward the washroom without another word, leaving Jungkook sitting on the bed, completely dumbfounded.

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Later that morning, the entire Kim family sat around the breakfast table, with Jungkook joining them. The atmosphere was thick with tension. Jungkook nervously fidgeted in his seat, stealing glances at Taehyung, who kept his gaze firmly on his plate.

Mr. Kim, eyeing Jungkook from across the table, finally broke the silence. "How did he end up inside, Taehyung?" His tone was sharp, filled with suspicion.

Taehyung bit his lip nervously. "It was raining, Dad... so I thought..." He trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Kim hummed, acknowledging the response, but the discontent was clear in his eyes. He put his fork down and leaned back in his chair. "So, Jungkook," he said, his tone heavy with meaning, "you’ve been coming around for days now. What exactly do you want to say? Speak up."

Jungkook straightened in his seat, his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced at Taehyung, who was biting his lip, clearly anxious. Gathering his courage, Jungkook took a deep breath. "I-I need a second chance," he said, his voice trembling slightly but determined.

Taehyung’s heart raced as he heard those words. He didn’t know what Jungkook wanted or how he felt about it. He glanced at his father nervously, who was staring hard at Jungkook.

Mr. Kim chuckled darkly. "A second chance?" His voice dripped with sarcasm. "Do you really think you deserve one, Mr. Jeon?"

Jungkook looked down at his hands, then back up at Mr. Kim. "I know I hurt Taehyung," he admitted, his voice low and pained. "I did... but I had my reasons."