Reluctant Hearts ✔️

Chapter - 47 [M]

The morning after the party, Jungkook and Taehyung return to their apartment in Seoul. The weekend had been eventful, and both were exhausted from the trip. As soon as they walk in, Taehyung sighs deeply, tossing his bag onto the floor and heading straight for the couch, collapsing dramatically onto it with a groan.

"I'm done for," he mutters, rubbing his temples as his body sinks into the cushions.

Jungkook, with a mischievous grin, stands over him, playfully nudging Taehyung's thigh with his knee. "Oh no, you're not done yet. We've got work to do, mister."

Taehyung opens one eye, staring up at him in confusion. "Work? What work?" he asks, clearly not in the mood for any more tasks.

Jungkook crosses his arms, tilting his head with a teasing smirk. "Well, should we move my stuff to your room or not, or are you planning to stay in our own separate room forever?"

That wakes Taehyung up immediately. He bolts upright, eyes wide with shock, waving his hands in protest. "No, no, no! Absolutely not. We're moving your things into my room—right now!" His sudden energy makes Jungkook laugh, shaking his head at Taehyung's dramatics.

"Life-saver," Taehyung murmurs, grabbing Jungkook's face and pulling him into a heated, breathless kiss before standing up. He gives Jungkook a playful grin. "Come on, let's get your stuff."

Jungkook rolls his eyes affectionately. "You're so dramatic."

They head to Jungkook's room, and what starts as a casual, somewhat chaotic process of moving clothes, books, and personal items quickly turns into something else entirely. As they shift boxes and hang clothes, their touches become more frequent, lingering, until one thing leads to another.

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And eventually in no time, clothes are scattered around the room. Taehyung is above Jungkook, his skin gleaming with sweat, a low grunt escaping his lips as he drives into him with fervor and intensity. Jungkook's hands grip Taehyung's shoulders, his legs hooked around Taehyung's waist as he writhes beneath him, soft moans filling the room.

Taehyung's pace quickens, and their breaths grow ragged as they both inch closer to release. Jungkook's back arches, his head thrown back as he moans deeply, and Taehyung thrusts in one last time, both of them crying out as they come together, the pleasure crashing over them like a wave.

As Taehyung collapses onto Jungkook's chest, his body trembling from the aftershocks, he lets out a low chuckle as sees the left boxes around the room. "Damn," he murmurs, his breath warm against Jungkook's neck, "there are still so many boxes left."

Jungkook, still catching his breath, manages to let out a small laugh, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Then maybe you should've controlled your horny ass," he teases, voice breathless, his fingers running through Taehyung's damp hair.

Taehyung grins mischievously, his hand sliding down to grope Jungkook's ass, squeezing it playfully. "You shouldn't have worn those jeans that make your ass look so round and irresistible," he murmurs, his lips brushing against Jungkook's ear. "And you definitely shouldn't have bent over looking all seductive like that... you knew what you were doing."

Jungkook chuckles, his head falling back against the pillow as he rolls his eyes. "You're unbelievable," he says, but there's amusement in his voice.

Taehyung grinds slowly against Jungkook again when Jungkook clenches around him unconsciously, earning a soft moan from the younger man as his body reacts instantly, coming back to life. Taehyung's breath hitches, his hand trailing down to feel the slickness between them. "See," he whispers, his voice low and husky, "this is what I'm talking about. You're the one who can't get enough."