Forbidden Threads Of Fate | TaeKook

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Taehyung woke up when he heard a knock on his door. It was his mother.

His eyes flew open as he was met with the heavenly sight right in front of him—Jungkook, asleep. He looked breathtaking. Taehyung’s gaze softened as he lifted his fingers to gently brush against Jungkook’s lips.

He nearly gasped when Jungkook’s arms around his naked body tightened, and that’s when he fully registered it—Jungkook had been holding him the whole night, tightly, like he would disappear if he loosened his grip even a little.

Their bare bodies were tangled together.

Taehyung brushed back Jungkook’s messy hair from his forehead, just to admire those sharply attractive features. Jungkook looked so innocent, so peaceful in his sleep.

“Tae?” came Hana’s voice through the door.

“Hey... wake up,” Taehyung whispered, tapping Jungkook’s cheek lightly. Jungkook groaned in his sleep but slowly opened his eyes. The memories of last night flashed before him instantly.

“Are... are you feeling okay?” Jungkook asked hesitantly. The experience had been refreshing and new. He had never slept with a man before—and especially not with someone who was technically his descendant.

But Jungkook had to admit one thing—that was the best sleep he’d had in a long time.

“Eomma... she’s here. You need to leave,” Taehyung mumbled, his eyes still glued to Jungkook’s plump lips. Jungkook could clearly see it and smirked inwardly.

“Hm...” Jungkook hummed lazily, and Taehyung frowned at how dry that response was.

“Tae?” Hana called out again, her voice closer this time.

“Eomma! Wait a minute,” Taehyung called out, but he wasn’t sure if she heard him clearly. She would’ve barged in already if the door wasn’t locked.

Jungkook sat up, and Taehyung instinctively covered his eyes. Jungkook chuckled at the gesture.

He dressed quickly and then leaned in, removing Taehyung’s hands from his face.

“You weren’t this shy yesterday,” Jungkook whispered near Taehyung’s lips, sending shivers through his body.

“Leave, please... If Mother finds you here and me like this... things won’t end well,” Taehyung whimpered, his voice faltering when Jungkook’s thumb brushed over the bite marks and hickeys on his skin.

“That’s... valid,” Jungkook murmured, and with that, he slipped out through the window.

Taehyung quickly dressed and opened the door—only to find Hana standing there with a suspicious look on her face.

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"Yes, the patrolling is tight. Seokjin's plan to attack seems quite abrupt, but it's the best we can do right now," Yoongi said as Jungkook hummed, lost in thought.

As Yoongi was about to continue, his eyes fell on Jungkook’s neck, which was slightly exposed as Jungkook tilted his head back.

“Fuck...” Yoongi’s eyes widened, and he quickly yanked Jungkook’s collar down.

“What are you doing!” Jungkook snapped, but it was too late—Yoongi had already seen everything.