Forbidden Threads Of Fate | TaeKook

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Jungkook gently picked Taehyung up in a bridal style, cradling him close before laying him down on the bed.
Taehyung’s half-lidded eyes never left him, following his every movement with longing.
He didn’t care what Jungkook’s definition of love was—he just wanted to be loved by him.

"You'll regret it... you'll regret loving me,"
Jungkook whispered, his voice trembling with guilt and fear.

Taehyung gave a broken smile, the kind that came from loving too deeply, too selflessly.
"Never..." he breathed.

That was all it took for Jungkook to lean down and capture his lips again—
And Taehyung gave in, pouring his heart into the kiss, as if it was the last one he’d ever have.
Because deep down, he feared it might be.

"You... you're young," Jungkook mumbled between kisses, his hands trembling as they rested against Taehyung’s cheek.
"Tell me to stop, please... You deserve someone else. Someone better. Someone who can love you without fear..."

But Taehyung only shook his head, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

He didn’t want someone else.

He wanted him.

Even if it hurt.

Even if it didn’t last.

Even if loving Jungkook meant breaking apart slowly.

"It's always been you... Don’t stop."
Taehyung whispered against Jungkook’s lips, voice trembling with need and certainty.

Jungkook’s restraint cracked. He kissed Taehyung more fiercely, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. Then his lips trailed down to Taehyung’s neck—kissing, sucking, leaving behind a string of heated touches that made Taehyung arch beneath him.

A soft moan escaped Taehyung's lips, his fingers tangling into Jungkook’s long hair, pulling him deeper against his throat, urging him not to stop.

Jungkook buried his face into the crook of Taehyung’s neck, right where the scent gland pulsed beneath the skin, and inhaled deeply.
That familiar hyacinth scent—it wrapped around his senses like a drug. Addictive. Comforting. Dangerous.

Taehyung gasped, his knees curling up involuntarily, tension building deep within him.
Jungkook reached for his shirt and peeled it off, tossing it aside without care.

The sudden touch of cold air on Taehyung’s bare skin made him shiver, but not from the chill—Jungkook’s eyes were on him, reverent and hungry.
He didn’t look away.

Taehyung's chest rose and fell rapidly, his breaths shaky. He felt exposed, vulnerable... yet desired in a way that made his heart pound.

Jungkook hovered above him, eyes dark and conflicted.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he whispered, voice hoarse as if fighting himself.

Taehyung only reached up and touched his face, thumb brushing over Jungkook's bottom lip.

“Then let me be the one who shows you it's okay to feel this...”

. "Ah—oh!"
Taehyung gasped aloud, his body trembling as Jungkook’s lips trailed across his chest, stopping to lavish attention on his sensitive skin. The sudden sting of a soft bite made Taehyung arch up into him, breath catching in his throat.

Jungkook, feeling Taehyung’s body react so vulnerably beneath his touch, slipped an arm beneath his waist, drawing him impossibly closer. Their bodies aligned, breaths mingled, hearts pounding in unison.