Taehyung, an orphan and mischievous young boy, fell in love at first sight with Jeon Jeongguk, promising that one day he would marry him.
Years later, Taehyung enrolls at Seoul National University, where his life intertwines with Jeongguk, a literat...
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The moment had been electric, charged with a longing that seemed to hang in the air like the scent of jasmine in the night, but now it felt tainted by the sudden intrusion.
“Damn it,” Jungkook muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration. The last thing he wanted was for their connection to be interrupted. He glanced at Taehyung, whose blue eyes were wide with confusion, a hint of disappointment shadowing his features. Jungkook felt a pang in his chest
“What was that?” Taehyung asked, his voice soft, almost hesitant. Jungkook could see the flicker of vulnerability in his expression, a stark contrast to the boldness he had just displayed moments ago.
“Probably someone at the door,” Jungkook replied brushing it off.
"Young master, I brought what you asked for," a boy called out, his voice echoing down the hallway.
The boy hesitated, contemplating the delivery instructions. "They told me to leave it at the door. Should I do that?" he mumbled to himself, uncertainty creeping into his tone.
"Hurry up, Jungkook, get off me!" Taehyung exclaimed, his voice tinged with urgency as he gripped Jungkook's arms. But Jungkook only leaned closer, burying his face deeper into the curve of Taehyung's neck, savoring the moment just a little longer.
"You're insane. Stop! Someone's at the door!" Taehyung pushed him away, heart racing as the tension hung in the air.
"Then you better keep those moans down for a second until he’s gone," Jungkook smirked, a glint of mischief in his brown eyes.
"I mean, I do enjoy your voice," Jungkook continued, his tone teasing, "but I don’t want anyone else to hear it."
Just then, the sound of an engine echoed in the distance, a reminder of reality crashing back in. They had never really listened to this sound before,
Jungkook looked at Taehyung again, who gazed back at him with a look of pure innocence.
“Tell me to stop. I won’t stop once I start,” Jungkook mumbled, his gaze locked on Taehyung. What had he even begun, driven solely by instinct? He was a man, a healthy one at that, and what could he do when Taehyung was there, clad only in a shirt that slipped down his shoulder with every movement?
“Are you not done yet? What more are you planning to do?” Taehyung spoke, his voice tinged with confusion, his brows furrowing together.
“You’ve done everything, and now you’re saying you want to stop?” Taehyung huffed out, frustration creeping into his tone.
