His TOY (a Taekook 🔞fiction)

Chapter 17

Taehyung stirred in his sleep, his body aching yet comforted by the warmth beside him. The memories of the night before played softly in his mind—the weight of Jeon's voice saying, "Taehyung, my name is Jungkook," and the way they had repeated it together as if carving it into their souls.

"Jungkook" Taehyung said softly, with a smile. His whole body was aching, but he felt a strange happiness in it. 

Now, as the early morning light seeped into the room, Taehyung opened his eyes to see Jungkook lying beside him. For a moment, he just stared. The ruthless mafia boss, the man feared by many, looked so serene, almost fragile in the quiet.

Taehyung's gaze drifted over Jungkook's face, tracing the moles that dotted his skin like constellations. He reached out cautiously, his fingers trembling as they brushed against Jungkook's cheek. The touch was feather-light as if he feared breaking the stillness.

"What are you doing to me Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook"

An urge welled up inside him—an overwhelming need to show his affection. Slowly, Taehyung leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Jungkook's head. It was soft, tender, and filled with unspoken words.

"Who are you to me?"

 The gesture brought a calmness to his heart, and he drifted back to sleep with a small smile on his lips.

Jungkook opened his eyes two hours later, his body automatically attuned to the world around him. The house was silent, the kind of silence that felt rare and precious. His gaze shifted to Taehyung, who was still sleeping soundly. 

After his father passed away, the first thing he did was move out. No one lived here after that, but he visited this place once a month, to remember, who he was and what he was made for. His people will clean it and store food, not easily perishable. 

For a moment, Jungkook just watched him. The vulnerability in Taehyung's features, the way his lips parted slightly as he breathed—it made something stir in Jungkook's chest. A warmth he wasn't used to, but one he craved.

Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to the top of Taehyung's head, his lips lingering for a beat longer than necessary. Then, he slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him.

In the kitchen, Jungkook stared at the sparse supplies. Cooking wasn't something he did often—he left that to others—but for some reason, he wanted to make something for Taehyung.

His hands moved with purpose as he prepared instant noodles. He added a few extra ingredients from the fridge: an egg, some green onions, and a dash of spice. It wasn't anything fancy, but it felt meaningful.

When the noodles were done, he arranged them on a tray and carried them back to the bedroom. Setting the tray down on the nightstand, he leaned over Taehyung and gently shook his shoulder.

"Taehyung," Jungkook called softly.

Taehyung groaned, his eyes fluttering open. He looked around, disoriented. "Where...?"

Jungkook chuckled, the sound low and warm. "You're with me. We're still in my father's mansion."

Taehyung blinked a few times before his eyes focused on Jungkook. A small smile played on his lips. "Good morning."

"Good morning," Jungkook replied, his voice softer than usual. "Come on, let's get you freshened up before the food gets soggy."

"Food?" Taehyung asked, his curiosity piqued.