Reluctant Hearts ✔️

Chapter - 45

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Lost in a dream where our hearts align,

In your gaze, I find a peace so divine.

Euphoria lifts us, high in the sky,

With you by my side, I feel I can fly.

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As the morning sunlight slips through the curtains, the room fills with a soft golden glow. Clothes are strewn across the floor, an empty coffee cup sits forgotten on the bedside table, and the air smells faintly of sleep and the remnants of their passion from the night before. Beneath the rumpled sheets, a figure stirs, lying peacefully until the warmth of the sun's rays begins to creep across his face. Jungkook blinks his eyes open, squinting against the brightness as he gradually comes to his senses.

At first, there's a moment of confusion. He looks around, registering the unfamiliar room, and the dull ache in his lower body causes him to wince slightly. He breathes deeply, staring down at himself, and then it all comes rushing back—Taehyung. The memories hit him like a wave, and a small, lazy smile tugs at his lips.

Jungkook props himself up on his elbows, scanning the room, until his eyes land on Taehyung. He's standing by the window, bathed in sunlight, deep in thought. He's wearing only his pants, slung low on his hips, his toned back facing Jungkook. Jungkook frowns slightly, curious about what could be running through Taehyung's mind so early in the morning.

With a sigh, Jungkook sits up fully, pulling the sheets around his waist. As he swings his legs off the bed and stands, he's reminded of the night before—the intensity, the way they couldn't seem to get enough of each other—and he feels the lingering soreness. He limps slightly, chuckling softly to himself. Damn, we really overdid it last night... He shakes his head, gaining his balance before making his way toward Taehyung.

Slowly, Jungkook walks up behind Taehyung, slipping his arms around his waist and pressing his chest to Taehyung's warm back. "Good morning," Jungkook whispers, his voice still husky from sleep.

Taehyung startles slightly but quickly glances over his shoulder, smiling. "Good morning," he murmurs, his hand coming up to rest over Jungkook's. He tugs on his hand, gently pulling Jungkook to face him and pressing him lightly against the cool glass of the window behind him. Taehyung's fingers trace Jungkook's face, his eyes roaming over his features, taking in the afterglow still lingering on his skin.

Jungkook smiles, his hands reaching up to cup Taehyung's face in return, his thumbs brushing over his sharp cheekbones. "What were you thinking about?" he asks softly, searching Taehyung's eyes for an answer.

Taehyung swipes Jungkook's messy hair away from his forehead, his eyes soft but filled with something more—something deeper. He leans in close, his breath warm against Jungkook's skin as he whispers, "I was thinking... what am I supposed to do now?"

Jungkook's eyebrows pinch together, confusion evident in his expression. "What do you mean?" he asks, concern lacing his voice.

Taehyung's lips quirk into a small, almost hesitant smile. "Well, my husband told me not to have any expectations..." he begins, his voice low, "but I really want him to tell me that last night wasn't just a one-time thing. That I can now expect to show him love anywhere, anytime, in any way I like." His hands slip down to trace the curve of Jungkook's hips, his touch featherlight but deliberate. "Because, God, how am I supposed to stop myself now?" Taehyung's smirk deepens as he gazes down at Jungkook, mischief twinkling in his eyes.