MY WIFE

CHAPTER: 40

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Jungkook walked down the familiar hallways of his high school, the faint hum of distant voices and footsteps echoing in the background. His heart pounded in anticipation as he approached the storage room, his fingers tightening around his phone. The text he had received was simple—"Meet me here." He didn’t have to ask who it was from. He already knew.

Pushing open the door, Jungkook stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, shelves stacked with books and equipment casting long shadows against the walls. It was eerily quiet. He looked around, expecting to see someone, but the space was empty.

Just as he took another step forward, a strong hand reached out from the dark and grabbed him, yanking him inside a smaller room hidden behind the shelves. His back hit the wall, his breath hitching in shock.

Jungkook gasped, but his fear melted the moment his eyes landed on the figure in front of him. Though his face was blurred, the warmth of his embrace was unmistakable. The faceless man leaned in, wrapping his arms around Jungkook tightly, burying his face against the curve of Jungkook’s neck. A deep inhale sent shivers down Jungkook’s spine.

"I missed you, bun," the man murmured, his voice deep, filled with longing.

Jungkook smiled softly, his hands finding their way to the man’s face, caressing his jawline with gentle fingers. "I missed you too, hyungie," he whispered. "Where have you been these past two weeks?" His lower lip jutted out in a small pout.

The man chuckled, leaning in to capture Jungkook’s pout with his lips, pressing a tender kiss against it. "My dad took me overseas for a business trip. I had no choice."

Jungkook’s frown deepened as he traced his fingers along the collar of the man’s shirt. "Was it hard for you?"

A slow nod. "Yeah. It was exhausting." The man sighed before suddenly pulling Jungkook even closer. "That’s why I need my bun bun’s love now."

Jungkook giggled as soft kisses rained all over his face, each one filled with affection. The ticklish sensation had him squirming slightly, but he didn’t stop smiling.

"I really missed you, bun," the man whispered again, this time his voice deeper, heavier.

And then, his lips found Jungkook’s.

The kiss was slow, lingering, and full of love. Jungkook melted into it, his arms wrapping tightly around the man’s neck as he kissed back with equal passion. The warmth, the way their lips molded together so perfectly—it felt like coming home.

The man’s hands roamed down Jungkook’s waist, gripping firmly before pulling him flush against his own body. Jungkook gasped into the kiss when he felt strong hands squeeze at his hips, the closeness making his heart race. Seizing the moment, the man deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past Jungkook’s parted lips, exploring every corner with a possessive hunger.

Jungkook’s fingers tangled in the man’s hair, gripping tightly as he moaned softly into his mouth. The heat between them grew, and soon, the kisses trailed down his jaw to his neck, leaving a trail of love marks in their wake. Jungkook’s breath hitched, his body trembling at the sensation of teeth grazing against his skin.

"Hyungie..." he whimpered, gripping the man's shoulders.

The man hummed against his neck, satisfied with the way Jungkook shivered under his touch. His hands traveled lower, fingers brushing over the waistband of Jungkook’s uniform pants, toying with the button.

Jungkook gasped, his mind hazy with pleasure, but as soon as he felt the button pop open, he quickly grasped the man’s wrist.

"W-We have to stop," he panted, trying to steady his breath. "Class is about to start."