Twisted Devotion | taekook

chapter. 7

Jungkook swore he would never touch gin and tonics or apple martinis again. Sure, they tasted fine when the world was cloaked in the warm embrace of night, and the alcohol softened his edges, but in the harsh, unrelenting brightness of morning, they only brought regret. As the memories of his recent escapades with Taehyung bubbled up, his skin flushed a deep, mortifying red.

He still couldn’t believe it. He’d let Taehyung kiss him. Worse, he’d kissed him back, eagerly, desperately, as if he hadn't spent the past year convincing himself he was better off without him. And it didn’t stop there. No, he’d followed Taehyung like he couldn’t help himself, like he was addicted to the man. How he had a toe curling orgasm , how Taehyung’s hands and mouth had worked magic on him, making him forget everything else.

Jungkook groaned aloud, pressing his forehead against the cool cabinet door, the dull thump somehow grounding him as he waited for the coffee to brew. The kitchen was quiet, save for the gentle gurgling of the machine, and yet his mind screamed with the memories. He cursed his weakness under his breath, rubbing his temple as if he could somehow erase the thoughts. Thank God Jun is still in Europe, he thought, grimacing. His would’ve sniffed out the truth instantly, with that infuriating sixth sense of his.

He stared down at the coffee pot, the thoughts crept back in. What would last night have looked like if things were different? What if they weren't standing on the edge of a crumbling marriage? What if it wasn’t complicated and messy? What if they weren’t halfway through a divorce?

A kiss. Just one.

He closed his eyes, shivering at the vivid memory of Taehyung’s lips brushing his, his hot breath whispering against his skin, the way his hands slid down his body with confident ease. His touch always set Jungkook on fire, and last night had been no exception. Taehyung had kissed him like it was the first time, like every moment with him was sacred. And then... then his hands had wandered lower, exploring, teasing, until Jungkook was unraveling in his arms.

He shook his head sharply, like he could shake the memory away, but his skin still prickled with the ghost of Taehyung’s touch.

Sex was never the problem between us, he reminded himself, almost bitterly. Even in the darkest moments of their relationship, their physical chemistry had always been undeniable. The sex was always good. Too good, maybe. But they couldn't solve everything with it, could they? no matter how spectacular it was. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“At least you didn’t go home with him,” he muttered to himself, staring down at the half-brewed coffee like it had answers.

He had almost caved. It would’ve been so easy. The alcohol had already blurred the lines, and Taehyung's presence had always made him feel uncharacteristically vulnerable, like he could strip down his defenses and let him in, even when he shouldn’t. But he hadn’t. Somehow, he’d managed to pull himself back from the edge, and a phone call—thank God for that damn phone call—had been the final tether, yanking him out of the spiral.

Still, Jungkook wasn’t naive. He could lie to himself and blame the alcohol all he wanted, but deep down, he knew a part of him had wanted to go home with Taehyung. A part of him always did.

The coffee machine hissed, signaling the end of its brewing, and Jungkook poured himself a cup, the warmth seeping into his cold hands. He took a sip, trying to push away the lingering guilt. Last night had been a fluke, an accident born from too much alcohol and too many unresolved feelings. It was never going to happen again. It can’t. Not after the divorce went through. And it would go through, he reminded himself, even if a small, traitorous part of him still wanted to believe otherwise.

The bitter taste of the coffee grounded him. He shook his head, clearing the fog of regret. He had responsibilities, orders to fill, bills to pay, and a business to run. His world couldn’t stop spinning just because Taehyung had a way of turning it upside down.