VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

Royal Love (2/3)

They laid in each other's arms with Taehyung's head on Jungkook's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of the Duke's heart. The warmth of their bodies melded together, creating a cocoon of love that seemed to ward off the cold reality of their world. Taehyung felt the weight of the ring on his finger, a tangible reminder of the promise Jungkook had made to him. It was a small thing, a secret shared only between them, but it meant everything.

"I must leave," Jungkook murmured, his voice thick with reluctance. "But I'll return as soon as I can."

"No, stay for tonight, please," Taehyung pleaded, his voice a soft whisper against Jungkook's chest. He didn't want this moment to end, didn't want to return to the cold, lonely reality of the court without the warmth of Jungkook beside him.

Jungkook's arms tightened around Taehyung, his own heart aching at the thought of parting. "I wish I could," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "But we both know the risks. If we're found out..."

Taehyung nodded, the reality of their situation a cold shower on their passionate interlude. "Fine, but stay for a little while longer," he said, his voice a soft plea. Jungkook pressed a kiss to Taehyung's forehead, a silent promise that he would stay for as long as he could.

They lay together, the fire casting a warm glow over their intertwined forms. The silence stretched between them, filled with unspoken words and fears. Taehyung traced patterns on Jungkook's chest, his thoughts racing with the future and all the dangers that lay ahead. Jungkook's hand found its way to Taehyung's, their fingers lacing together in a silent show of unity.

"We can't keep hiding forever," Taehyung whispered, his voice a soft echo in the quiet room.

Jungkook's heart clenched at the words, knowing the truth in them. "I know," he said, his voice a low murmur. "But for now, this is all we have." He brushed a stray hair from Taehyung's face, his gaze lingering on the prince's soft features.

Taehyung nodded, his eyes closing briefly. "I just... I don't know how much longer I can bear it," he confessed. "The whispers, the looks. It's suffocating."

"We'll find a way," Jungkook promised, his voice a balm to Taehyung's troubled soul. "We'll find a way to be together, openly, without fear." He kissed Taehyung's forehead, his love a gentle pressure that seemed to hold back the shadows of doubt.

For a while, they lay in silence, their hearts beating in sync, the only sound the crackle of the dying embers in the fireplace. The warmth of Jungkook's embrace was a shield against the coldness of the court's expectations. Taehyung knew he couldn't hold onto this stolen warmth forever, but he clung to it greedily, savoring every second.

The clock chimed, the sound echoing through the chamber like a mournful bell, signaling the end of their time together. Jungkook's arms tightened around Taehyung, as if trying to hold onto the moment for just a little longer. But the world waited outside, unforgiving and unyielding.

With a heavy sigh, Jungkook sat up, the reality of their situation etched into the lines of his handsome face. He began to dress, his movements quick and efficient, each button and buckle a step closer to leaving Taehyung behind.

Taehyung watched him, his heart feeling heavier with every passing second. He knew the risks, knew that their love was a dangerous flame that could burn them both to the ground if not kept hidden. But the thought of returning to the cold, lonely world of the court was almost unbearable.

"Jungkook," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What if we just... left?"

"No Tae, the king loves you so much, and he'll never forgive me if you ran away with me," Jungkook said, his voice tinged with regret as he fastened his shirt. His eyes searched Taehyung's, as if looking for a spark of understanding.