VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

Violin

"Jungkook, I've been dying to hear you play that thing," Taehyung said, his eyes glinting with excitement as he glanced at the violin case tucked in the corner of their living room.

Jungkook's cheeks flushed slightly as he busied himself with the dishes. "It's just a hobby," he mumbled, trying to brush off the compliment.

Taehyung sauntered over, placing a gentle hand on Jungkook's arm. "Come on, please?" His voice was soft, a playful whine that Jungkook found difficult to resist.

"No, I'm not that good," Jungkook protested, but his eyes kept darting to the violin. The case was open just enough to reveal the gleaming wood and strings of his beloved instrument.

Taehyung's smile grew more earnest. "I know you are. Everyone says so."

Jungkook swallowed hard, his heart racing. He'd been playing the violin since he was a child, and it had always been his sanctuary, a place where he could express feelings too complex for words. But the thought of sharing that vulnerability with Taehyung, his strong, dominant other half, was terrifying.

"Maybe some other day," Jungkook said, turning away from the violin. His voice was firm, but the way his hand trembled slightly betrayed his nerves.

Taehyung studied him for a moment, his gaze thoughtful. Then, with a nod, he stepped back. "Alright, but promise me you'll play for me soon."

Jungkook nodded, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. He knew Taehyung meant well, but the idea of playing in front of him was daunting. It wasn't just about the music; it was about exposing a piece of his soul that he had never shared with anyone, not even his closest friends.

"Now," Taehyung began as he walked closer to Jungkook. "Since you asked so nicely yesterday, I've got a sexy lingerie I want to show you." He held up a bag, the contents hidden from Jungkook's view.

Jungkook's heart fluttered. He didn't know if he was more nervous about playing the violin or seeing Taehyung in lingerie. "You're not playing fair," he murmured, but the smile on his face gave away his excitement.

That night, as the moon cast soft shadows across their room, they found themselves tangled in each other's arms. Jungkook's earlier nerves had transformed into a fiery passion that consumed him. His hands explored Taehyung's body with a hunger that seemed to have been building for an eternity. Taehyung's breath hitched as Jungkook's fingers traced the lace of the delicate garment. The material was so fine, it was almost like touching skin, and it made Jungkook's imagination run wild.

The next morning, Jungkook woke up first, the early light seeping through the blinds and painting the room in a warm, golden glow. He laid there for a moment, listening to the steady rhythm of Taehyung's breathing, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Carefully, he extracted himself from the embrace, not wanting to wake his lover. He slipped into his boxers and a t-shirt before making his way to the kitchen, the floor cool under his bare feet.

As he brewed coffee, the melody of a song he'd been working on for weeks played in his head. It was a piece that expressed the tumult of his emotions, the love and the fear, the joy and the doubt, all wrapped up in a symphony of strings. The urge to play was overwhelming, but he pushed it down, not quite ready to break his promise to Taehyung. Instead, he decided to practice in secret, hoping that one day he'd feel comfortable enough to share this part of himself.

In the quiet of the early morning, Jungkook retrieved his violin from its case. The wood felt warm and familiar in his hands, the strings taut and responsive. He began to play, the notes flowing from his bow like whispers in the stillness. The melody grew stronger, filling the room with a poignant beauty that made his heart ache. As he played, he thought of Taehyung, the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his art, the gentle way he touched him, and the trust he had in their relationship.