Reluctant Hearts ✔️

Chapter - 42

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playιng: [Beautiful Life] - [Crush]

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It's a beautiful life, I'll be by your side

It's a beautiful life, I'll be standing behind you

Beautiful love, If I am with you under the sun

Even just breathing feels good

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The next morning, Jungkook snuggles deeper into the blankets, inhaling the familiar musky scent that lingers in the sheets. His hand reaches out toward the other side of the bed, only to find the warmth left behind by someone who had been there earlier. He blinks his eyes open, groggy and disoriented, staring at the empty space beside him.

Sitting up, he rubs his eyes and glances around the room. The sound of silence is interrupted by something more enticing—the unmistakable smell of freshly brewed coffee. On instinct, his feet take him toward the kitchen, still half-asleep, drawn by the comforting aroma.

There, Taehyung is by the counter, preparing coffee. His back is turned, humming quietly as he goes about the morning routine. Jungkook sleepily approaches him from behind and rests his head on Taehyung's back, startling him slightly. Taehyung chuckles at the sudden contact. "Good morning."

Jungkook mumbles groggily against Taehyung's shoulder blade, "Good morning... please tell me that coffee's for me. I'm dying for a proper cup. No one here knows how to make real coffee."

Taehyung smiles, turning his head slightly. "Well, Kook, it's not their fault if you like your coffee extra sweetened when it's supposed to be bitter."

Jungkook huffs, pressing his forehead harder into Taehyung's back. "No, coffee is supposed to be sweet with just right amount of bitter. It's how it's meant to be."

Taehyung laughs, turning around to pull Jungkook into a proper hug, his hands resting comfortably on Jungkook's waist. "You're ridiculous, you know that?" 

Taehyung moves closer, the air between them thick with lingering tension as he gently guides Jungkook to sit on the stool. His hand, warm and firm, rests on Jungkook's thigh, slowly moving up and down in a casual yet intimate manner. The other hand settles on Jungkook's waist, pulling him slightly forward, their proximity almost unbearable. With his voice low and teasing, Taehyung whispers, "You know what else is sweet?"

Jungkook swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry as Taehyung's touch sends a shiver racing down his spine. The hand on his thigh feels like it's burning through the fabric of his pants, and the one on his waist is almost possessive, grounding him in the moment. Taehyung is too close—so close that Jungkook can smell the deep musk of his cologne, the scent swirling around him, making him dizzy but in the best way possible.

He feels his fingers twitch with the need to grab onto Taehyung's broad shoulders and pull him in, to ask, what else is sweet? No, not ask—he wants Taehyung to show him. Every nerve in his body is screaming at him to just give in, to let this moment explode into something else.