Shadows of Abyss

Chapter 23

Jungkook carefully laid Taehyung on the bed, his touch lingering longer as he let his gaze trace the curves of Taehyung's face. The room was filled with a hushed stillness, save for the soft rise and fall of Taehyung's chest.

Without a word, Just as Jungkook was about to pull away, he felt a gentle tug on his sleeve. Taehyung, even in his sleep, had grasped the fabric of Jungkook's shirt, his slender fingers curling lightly around it as if unconsciously holding on to him.

As Jungkook gently tried to free his shirt sleeves, he couldn't help but pause, captivated by the sight of Taehyung's peaceful, sleeping form. The earlier tension had faded from Taehyung's features, replaced by a vulnerable calm that pulled Jungkook in.

Jungkook's breath hitched as his fingers slowly, tenderly traced the line of Taehyung's jaw, brushing over his chin and lingering on the softness of his lips. His touch was light, almost reverent, as if afraid to break the fragile moment.

His fingers hovered over the mole under Taehyung's lip, and with a soft, quiet exhale, he brushed over it. Taehyung stirred slightly, the flutter of his thick lashes making Jungkook's pause. His eyes, deep and dark with something unspoken, lingered on Taehyung's lips before daring to let his thumb ghost over them, feeling their warmth.

As Taehyung stirred, his hand still clutching Jungkook's sleeve in his sleep, his long lashes trembled. Jungkook leaned in, his breath brushing against Taehyung's skin as he whispered softly, "You have no idea what you do to me, Mio tesaro." His lips hovered near Taehyung's cheek before placing a tender kiss there, lingering just long enough to feel the soft rise of Taehyung's breath.

Taehyung instinctively tilted his head, his body responding even in sleep, his heartbeat picking up at the warmth of Jungkook's proximity. Jungkook's hand slipped down to Taehyung's throat, the pulse under his fingertips quickening.

He leaned in closer, his lips barely grazing Taehyung's skin, whispering, "Try to Stay quiet, my love, or things might get... dangerous." His voice, low and breathy, sent shivers down Taehyung's spine even in his sleep, his finger slightly tighten , drawing a soft, almost inaudible sigh from his lips.

Jungkook smiled faintly at the way Taehyung instinctively curled into himself, almost as if seeking more of Jungkook's touch. His lips found their way to the corner of Taehyung's mouth, brushing softly as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of him. With a deep breath, Jungkook untangled teahyung's fingers from his sleeves, but before standing, he took a moment to brush his lips against Taehyung's forehead in a final, lingering kiss.

Jungkook pulled back, his eyes lingering on the sleeping figure before him. He carefully draped the comforter over Taehyung's body, his hand trailing down to gently caress his cheek. With one last glance, filled with longing, Jungkook stood and moved away, retrieving a fresh dark navy shirt from the wardrobe.

After changing, he stole a final look at Taehyung before locking the door behind him, leaving the room with quiet steps, his thoughts still tethered to the man sleeping peacefully in the bed.

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Jungkook locked the door behind him, the soft click almost drowned out by his hurried footsteps descending the stairs. His expression was cold, eyes burning with determination as he entered his office, pulling out his phone.

"Beast, is everything alright?" Namjoon's voice came through the receiver, breathless and cautious. When Beast called, it was never a good sign especially when he knows's that he's out there for a specific bussiness.

"You were supposed to keep an eye on Kwak. What did you find out?" Jungkook's tone was ice-cold, the kind of chill that cut straight through Namjoon's chest. He jumped to his feet, every fiber of his being on high alert.