His Hidden Legacy~ Vhope

Lingering Impressions.

Authors pov

Taehyung stirred awake, a low grunt escaping his lips as he instinctively reached for the other side of the bed. His hand met warmth, but the space was empty. Confusion flickered through his half-conscious mind as his eyes fluttered open, vision blurry. He blinked a few times until his surroundings came into focus, only to frown at the absence of Hoseok.

Propping himself up slowly, Taehyung ran a hand through his disheveled hair, the memories of the night before flooding back in vivid fragments. A pout tugged at his lips as he muttered to himself, "He didn’t even stay... didn’t even tell me his name."

He sighed, his hand absentmindedly smoothing over the spot Hoseok had occupied. His fingers stilled when they brushed against a dried patch of blood on the sheets, and his eyes widened slightly.

"His first time, huh?" Taehyung murmured, a tinge of regret mingling with admiration in his voice.

As he glanced at the bed, his gaze caught on something tucked under the pillow Hoseok had slept on. Curious, he reached for it, pulling out a delicate bracelet. It glinted faintly in the morning light, and as Taehyung turned it over in his palm, his thumb traced the letter "H" etched into the small charm.

A soft smile played on his lips, a rare gentleness overtaking his usual stoic demeanor. "At least I have something to remember you by," he said quietly, holding the bracelet like it was a treasure.

Leaning back against the headboard, Taehyung let his mind wander, the vivid images of last night replaying with haunting clarity. The way Hoseok had clung to him, his legs trembling as they wrapped tightly around Taehyung’s waist.

The memory of Hoseok’s cries filled his ears, the pure pleasure that had overwhelmed him as Taehyung moved within him, their bodies slick with sweat. Taehyung could still feel the desperate grip of Hoseok’s fingers clawing at his back, the marks now stinging faintly, a reminder of how intense their passion had been.

His mind lingered on the sight of Hoseok beneath him, his head thrown back, lips parted in breathless moans. His tear-streaked cheeks and the way his body arched so beautifully as he gave in completely... Taehyung shivered, running a hand down his face as he exhaled deeply.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath, a smirk tugging at his lips. "That boy is beautiful."

Still clutching the bracelet, Taehyung stared at it for a long moment before tucking it safely into his palm. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his thoughts swirling with an odd mix of satisfaction and longing as he stood and prepared to face the day.

But the ghost of Hoseok’s touch lingered, leaving Taehyung wondering if he’d ever cross paths with the boy who’d left such a mark—both on his body and his memory.