His Dearest Weapon┃Taekook

Chapter 17 | Wearing his ring but taking other's kisses

Taehyung, November 7, 1985, Castle of Darenia

Jungkook walks me back to my room, the echoes of our footsteps resonating in the quiet hallway, creating a mesmerizing rhythm that underscored the tension in the air. We come to a stop in front of my room, and in that suspended moment, I steal a fleeting glance at Jimin, who appears lost in his own thoughts. Jimin, in a gesture of silent courtesy, opens the door for me, allowing me to enter the dimly lit room. I quickly walk in and Jimin goes to close the door but Jungkook stops him. "Wait a second. Taehyung step out," he utters and I hesitantly take a step out. Jungkook grabs my hand. "I forgot to give you the ring, dear." 

"That wouldn't be necessary," I mutter. "I really need some sleep."

"Just a second, dear," Jungkook gives me a look as he pulls out a ring from his pocket. "It's important for others to recognize who you belong to, don't you think?" he questions, his fingers deftly sliding the ring onto my trembling hand. 

It felt strange on my hand. All I wanted to do was to rip it off and throw it at his obnoxiously pretty face. "You did a great job at the battle, Taehyung. I expect you to do even better in the next. Such a good little boy for me." Jungkook lifts his hand to caress my face but I flinch away causing him to smirk. "Good night, dear."

With one last glance at me, Jungkook walks away. I quickly run into my room and sit down onto the plush bed, putting my head in my hands.  "Fuck," I mutter under my breath, the weight of my impulsive decision to propose marriage to him hitting me like a ton of bricks. Why had I resorted to such a drastic measure? I replay the events in my mind, wondering if there could have been a less complicated way to bridge the gap between us.

As I sit there, my mind clouded with regret and self-doubt, my gaze falls upon the glimmering stone of the ring on my finger, a stark reminder of my misguided actions. With a sudden burst of determination, I snatch the ring off my finger, my hand trembling as I fling it forcefully towards the vanity, the metallic clatter echoing in the room. Why the fuck would I wear that fucker's ring? Getting up from the bed, I slowly slip out of my pants. I hope there's some other clothes for me to wear. I can't sleep in this attire nor can I sleep without anything on. 

As I stood by the door, the gentle sound of a small creek caught my attention, prompting me to turn swiftly and witness Jimin's slow, almost cautious entrance. His every movement exuded a sense of stealth as he closed and secured the door behind him. Upon setting his eyes on my exposed bare legs, his widened gaze met mine, causing a heat to rise in my cheeks in a deep shade of crimson. Hastily attempting to don my pants again, my frenzied efforts led to a struggle, eventually resulting in a clumsy tumble onto the bed. 

Amidst the chaos of my failed attempt, a soft chuckle resonated through the room, escaping Jimin's lips as he closed the distance between us with an amused expression. Standing above me, his gaze bore into mine with a mischievous grin, his words teasing yet filled with a hint of affection. "What a delightful sight," he uttered, causing my embarrassment to deepen, and I averted my gaze to evade his intense stare.

"Stop it," I mumble, looking away because of embarrassment. 

Feeling the bed shift with his approach, Jimin's presence loomed closer, his voice now a mere whisper against my parted lips. With a sudden and deliberate lean towards me, he guided my gaze back to meet his. "Don't be shy, love. I'll be seeing all of this soon enough."

 "Jimin!" I yell, making him laugh again, the sound of his laughter echoing through the room. Suddenly, he gently flips me around, causing a surprised gasp to escape my lips as I find myself turned onto my back, the soft fabric of the duvet beneath me. In that moment, my bare back is fully exposed to him, every contour and curve on display.

"I wish I was the only one who could see this treasure," Jimin whispers, his voice barely above a breath, as he delicately traces a single finger down the spine of my back, sending a delightful shiver down my spine, a tingling sensation that courses through my entire body like a gentle wave of electricity. "Would you like me to untie this?" he asks, his tone a gentle mix of teasing and desire.

"Yes, please," I mumble, my words muffled by the duvets. Jimin hooks a finger underneath the strings and slowly unties them, letting them collapse onto my back with a soft thud. Jimin caresses the exposed flesh.

"Gorgeous," he utters, "You're gorgeous, my love."

My skin burns with the intensity of a blazing inferno as Jimin's soft lips meet the sensitive nape of my neck. The sensation of his tender kisses tracing a path down my back is almost intoxicating, each touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. When he pauses to ask, "Is this okay?" I can only respond with a breathless affirmation, a contented sigh escaping my lips. His humming in reply adds a sweet harmony to the moment as he gently turns me to face him, his eyes locked on mine.

"What about this?" He asks as presses a kiss against the flesh of neck. I bite back a whimper at that. Jimin darts out his tongue, letting the muscle wet my skin. The action sends shivers down my spine. 

"Kiss me," I murmur, unable to resist the pull any longer, and Jimin complies eagerly. Our lips meet in a fervent embrace, moving in perfect synchronicity as his hand glides sensuously up and down my thigh, teasingly close to where I yearn for his touch. Our kiss deepens, passion fueling each breathless moment until our chests rise and fall in unison, our bodies drawn together in an electric dance of desire. "Thanks."

"For what, love?" Jimin asks, pressing a kiss against my temple.

"For being there."

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