UNLOVED WIFE

47. HIDDEN LONGING

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Jungkook returned to his room, locking the door quietly behind him. His gaze softened as he saw Taehyung carefully arranging his things.

Without a word, Jungkook stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Taehyung from behind, pulling him into a warm embrace.

His strong hands rested on Taehyung’s waist, and he nuzzled his nose into the crook of Taehyung's graceful neck.

Taehyung closed his eyes, letting himself melt into the comfort of his husband’s arms, savoring the feeling.

After a quiet moment, Jungkook turned Taehyung around and said, “Let’s get some sleep now, Tae. I need to wake up early tomorrow.”

Taehyung looked at him, his cheeks a bit flushed, and replied, “I need to change, Master. My clothes are in my room.”

Jungkook smiled softly and replied, “Just put on one of mine.” Taehyung nodded, feeling shy even though they’d shared so many intimate moments.

He picked a random shirt and sweatpants from Jungkook’s closet and started to head toward the bathroom.

But Jungkook gently stopped him, holding his arm. “Where are you going, Tae?”

“To change,” Taehyung replied softly.

Jungkook sat down on the bed, his eyes warm as he looked at Taehyung. “You can change here. I want to see you before I go. I'll be away for two weeks…”

The thought of the coming separation weighed on both of them.

Taehyung took a breath, gathering his courage, and slowly unbuttoned his cardigan, letting it fall to the floor.

Standing in front of Jungkook in his wine-red lacy bra, a delicate diamond waist chain glimmering against his skin, he watched as Jungkook’s gaze lingered, capturing every detail of the moment.

Taehyung then unhooked the bra, letting the straps slip down his shoulders, and removed it shyly.

Noticing faint bruises, Jungkook moved toward him, his expression soft with concern.

“Are your boobs hurting, Tae?” he asked quietly, his eyes scanning the marks with gentle care.

Taehyung nodded, his gaze cast down. “A bit, Master.”

Without another word, Jungkook fetched an ointment and returned, gently applying it to the bruised areas.

As Jungkook’s hands moved with delicate care, Taehyung’s heart swelled, realizing that it was not the ointment but Jungkook’s touch that truly soothed him.

Afterward, Taehyung slipped into Jungkook’s oversized white shirt, feeling a familiar warmth from it.

As he pulled up the sweatpants, they immediately slipped back down, clearly too large.

“Master, the pants are big,” he murmured, a hint of frustration in his voice.

Jungkook chuckled, reaching out his hand. “Then don’t wear them. Just come here.” Taehyung blushed, but without hesitation, he went into Jungkook’s open arms, feeling safe and content.

As they held each other, Taehyung caught sight of Jungkook’s back in the mirror—marked with scratches from their passionate moments.

“Master, can you turn around?” Taehyung asked, and Jungkook obliged. Taehyung carefully applied ointment to the deeper scratches, noticing a few that looked as if they had bled slightly.