Taehyung is the ceo of kim enterprises, he was cold and rude and didn't believe in love. Jungkook was a bubbly person but he was broken both physically and mentally because of his so called family.
What happens when jungkook and Kim Taehyung are for...
First of all It's going to be a long chapter and get ready with holy water. 💦💦 May god bless your souls.
“Ready to see our bedroom?” Tae whispered, making kook gulp and nod his head. Tae took kook’s hand and led him toward the bedroom.
As they stepped inside, kook froze, stunned by what he saw. He looked at Tae, who was smiling softly at him. “It’s so beautiful, hyungie,” kook murmured with a blush creeping up his cheeks, making Tae smirk.
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“Liked it?” Tae asked, taking him gently towards the bed. Jungkook nodded, blushing as he looked around the beautiful room. “Yes,” he whispered shyly.
Tae smiled, his eyes darkening with something more intense. “Then… are you going to give me a reward?” he murmured, leaning closer. Jungkook’s breath hitched. “W-What kind of reward, hyungie?”
Tae’s hand slid up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over his warm skin. “I want you,” he said in a low, possessive voice. “Every part of you… just mine tonight.”
Jungkook’s heart was racing as he looked up into Tae’s eyes, unable to look away. “I’m already yours,” he whispered, his voice trembling.
Tae smirked and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, just enough to make Jungkook melt. “Good,” he breathed against his mouth. “Don’t forget it.”
Tae leaned in and kissed him softly at first, just a brush of lips that made Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut. But then Tae deepened the kiss, pressing harder, claiming his mouth with slow, deliberate hunger.
Jungkook whimpered, his hands clutching Tae’s shirt as their lips moved together, heat pooling in his chest. Tae’s tongue traced along his lower lip, and Jungkook parted his lips without thinking, letting him in.
Their kiss turned breathless, lips and tongues tangling, hearts racing. Tae’s hands moved down to Jungkook’s waist, gripping him firmly. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted Jungkook effortlessly into his arms.
Jungkook gasped against his mouth, his legs instinctively wrapping around Tae’s hips. Tae carried him to the bed and laid him down gently between the roses, never letting go of him.
The soft rustle of petals filling the quiet room. The roses scattered everywhere, red petals against the black sheets, their sweet scent curling around them like something alive.
Jungkook sank into the softness, his heart fluttering when he felt the cool silk of the petals under his bare arms. Some clung to his skin, to the curve of his throat, the line of his collarbone.
Tae pulled back just enough to look at him—really look at him—and for a moment, he didn’t say a word. He just took in the sight of Jungkook laid out before him, surrounded by flowers, breathing hard, eyes wide and shining.
“You look…” Tae’s voice broke a little, thick with something raw and reverent. “You look so fucking beautiful between these flowers.” Jungkook swallowed, his cheeks burning as he shifted against the petals. “Hyung…”
