Unfriended | Taekook

19 - Coupling

The light of dawn seeped through the curtains, gently illuminating Jungkook's room. He lay on his back, his arms wrapped protectively around Taehyung, who was asleep against his chest. Jungkook's gaze rested on the older's face—serene, peaceful, utterly beautiful. Taehyung is stunning, no doubt about it.

Jungkook found himself staring, captivated by the delicate slope of his nose, the way his lashes fanned across his cheeks, the way his hair framed his face like a painting, and the full curve of his lips. Those slightly parted lips begged for attention even in sleep.

As his thoughts drifted back to the night before, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. The memory was vivid—every sound, every touch, every moment etched into his mind. His heart thudded against his ribs as he thought about the way it felt to be inside Taehyung.

He chose me.

Jungkook let his eyes close for a moment, replaying it all. Sex with women had always been good, pleasurable, of course. But with Taehyung, it was like stepping into a storm—chaotic, consuming, impossible to escape. He had never felt so out of control yet so connected.

He thought about the way Taehyung sounded as Jungkook moved inside him. He thought about Taehyung's voice, deep and breathy, the way his moans wrapped around Jungkook like a melody: low and raspy, pulling at something primal inside him, it undone him.

He had done that. He made Taehyung lose control, made him beg, made him fall apart.

And the way their bodies merged together. Taehyung was solid, strong, his frame curving perfectly into Jungkook's. It was strength meeting strength, equals surrendering to each other. Jungkook had never felt anything like it before. So much heat, so much pressure, so much need.

He remembered the way Taehyung's body arching under him, his back curving beautifully, fingers digging into the sheets. Taehyung was tight, impossibly tight, his body clenched around Jungkook like it didn't want to let him go. And it was hot, so fucking hot.

Jungkook wanted to devour him, to take him apart and put him back together, to hear every sound Taehyung could make. And he did—those low, broken moans, the way Taehyung gasped his name when Jungkook pushed deeper.

He'd been careful, so careful, but he also lost himself in the moment, overwhelmed by how perfect it all felt.

He opened his eyes, looking down at Taehyung again. Jungkook had always found him bold, confident, even a little arrogant. But now, with his face relaxed in sleep, he looked soft. Gentle. Taehyung could hide his gentleness and vulnerability well behind his always-serious facade and tough words, but there, while he slept, he looked exactly as he was: precious.

He tightened his arms around him, his hand sliding up to rest against the nape of his neck. Taehyung stirred slightly, letting out a sigh, but didn't wake. Jungkook smiled to himself, pressing his lips to the crown of his head.

Every moment with Taehyung had been perfect since he came back into his life, and Jungkook wasn't ready to let him go again.

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Jungkook looked at the clock on the nightstand and saw it was already 7:15. He had something to do, he needed to make sure Taehyung wasn't in trouble again. So he carefully untangled himself from Taehyung's arms, pulled a hoodie over his head, and slid his feet into his slippers. Soon after, he went downstairs and out the door, heading across the street.

When he reached the door of the neighbor's house, he took a deep breath and practiced his best fake smile. He couldn't stand that man. The man who had been abusive toward his friend since he was just a child, but today Jungkook had to fake some respect for him. He rang the doorbell and shoved his hands into his pockets.