𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍┃𝐓𝐊 ✔

Part : 27 Hunting

Jungkook stirred awake, the soft afternoon light filtering through the curtains of the hotel room. His body was warm and comfortable, and it took a few moments for him to register where he was. As he slowly blinked his eyes open, he felt the familiar weight of Taehyung resting beside him, his body tucked securely in Jungkook’s embrace. The steady rise and fall of Taehyung’s breathing told Jungkook that he was still fast asleep.

Carefully, Jungkook shifted, making sure not to disturb Taehyung’s peaceful slumber. His gaze naturally fell onto Taehyung’s face, so serene and gentle in sleep. There was a soft innocence to the way Taehyung’s lashes fluttered against his cheeks, his lips slightly parted as he breathed evenly. It was a stark contrast to the intense moments they had shared just hours ago. Now, Taehyung looked so peaceful, so untroubled, and Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a tug of something unfamiliar in his chest as he watched him.

Jungkook’s eyes drifted lower, catching sight of the faint marks that littered Taehyung’s neck---small hickeys from the night before, each one a reminder of the passion they had shared. A small, almost shy smile tugged at Jungkook’s lips as he traced the faint bruises with his eyes, remembering the way Taehyung had gasped beneath him, the way his body had responded to every touch, every kiss. He hadn’t expected things to escalate like that between them, but even more surprising was Taehyung’s reaction.

He had expected Taehyung to resist him, to push him away and call him a pervert, especially after the heat of the moment had passed. Jungkook had braced himself for rejection, for anger or disgust. But Taehyung hadn’t done any of that.

Instead, Taehyung had been calm---shy, yes, but not uncomfortable. He hadn’t looked at Jungkook with disgust or fear. There was no sign that he regretted what had happened between them. Even when Jungkook had gently cleaned him, dressed him, Taehyung had simply watched him with quiet, trusting eyes. There had been a sense of relief in Taehyung’s expression, as if he had been expecting something different, perhaps something cruel or careless but had instead been met with kindness.

Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief himself. He hadn’t known how Taehyung would react after everything. His mind had raced with possibilities, anxiety creeping in as he imagined Taehyung pulling away, calling what they had shared a mistake. But none of that had happened. Instead, there had been a quiet acceptance between them, an unspoken understanding that whatever had passed between them wasn’t something to be ashamed of.

Gazing down at Taehyung now, Jungkook felt a strange mix of emotions---relief, tenderness, and something deeper that he wasn’t quite ready to name. His heart swelled at the sight of Taehyung lying beside him, so vulnerable yet so trusting. It was strange how quickly his feelings for Taehyung had shifted, how this unwanted marriage had somehow brought them closer in ways Jungkook hadn’t anticipated.

He thought back to the early morning, when they had finally gotten a lift and made it back to the hotel. Taehyung had been fast asleep in his arms, too exhausted from the long night to notice the ride back. Jungkook had carried him inside, careful not to wake him as he laid him down on the bed. Despite the cleaning he had done in the car, Taehyung’s clothes were still messy, stained from the remnants of their shared passion. Jungkook had hesitated for a moment before gently changing Taehyung into clean pajamas, his hands moving carefully as he adjusted the fabric around Taehyung’s slender form. He didn’t want to invade Taehyung’s space any more than he already had, but he also didn’t want to leave him feeling uncomfortable in dirty clothes.

Once Taehyung was settled, Jungkook had climbed into bed beside him, instinctively wrapping his arms around him as they both drifted off to sleep. Now, hours later, the memory of that moment still lingered in Jungkook’s mind. It wasn’t just the intimacy they had shared physically; it was the quiet intimacy that followed, the way they had both accepted each other in the aftermath.