TAEKOOK (SHOT MOVIES )

HIDDEN TIME ❤️💦🔞(part-3)

Next Morning

The soft morning light filtered through the thin curtains, painting gold streaks across the wooden floor and tangled bed sheets. The room was still - the kind of silence that felt fragile, as if one wrong sound would shatter something unspoken.

Jungkook slowly opened his eyes, his lashes fluttering against the pillow as he turned his head.

There he was - Taehyung.

Sleeping.

His face was calm, expressionless even in rest, like a statue carved out of moonlight and shadow. His dark hair was messy, lips slightly parted as he breathed quietly, chest rising and falling under the shared blanket.

Jungkook didn't move at first. He simply lay there, eyes tracing every familiar angle of the man beside him - his jawline, his brows, the slight scar near his collarbone.

His heart clenched.

They were both still naked, bodies still warm from the night they had finally shared. It had been years. Their wedding night hadn't been like this. Last night felt like a miracle - or a mistake. Jungkook wasn't sure which yet.

Gently, he reached out, fingers trembling, and touched Taehyung's cheek with the back of his hand.

Taehyung didn't stir.

"You sleep so peacefully when you're not pretending," Jungkook whispered with a bitter smile.

He leaned closer, his voice barely a breath, "I can't live without you..." He paused, his chest tightening. "But I think... I have to."

Jungkook slowly sat up, the ache in his body reminding him of what had happened - not just physically, but emotionally. The pain of yearning, the release, the raw closeness they shared. He looked down at Taehyung once more, lips trembling, then carefully climbed out of bed.

The cold air kissed his skin.

He reached for the nearest thing - Taehyung's black shirt from the night before - and slipped it on. It hung loose on him, smelling faintly of gunpowder, cologne, and something undeniably Taehyung.

As Jungkook passed by the mirror, he stopped.

His breath caught.

His body was marked - everywhere. Hickeys scattered across his neck, his chest, his hips. Proof. Traces. Bruises of love or desperation - maybe both.

He stood there in the quiet, staring at himself in Taehyung's shirt, in Taehyung's world - but not truly with him.

"What am I even doing?" he whispered.

A tear welled in his eye but he wiped it away quickly. He wouldn't cry again. Not now.

Not when he had already decided.

Taehyung's Apartment - Private Office

The soft click of the door was barely audible as Jungkook stepped inside Taehyung's personal room, lit only by the early sunlight seeping through the blinds. The air smelled of books, old leather, and metal - like secrets trapped in time.

He stood still for a second, eyes scanning the familiar yet distant space.

The heavy mahogany desk sat in the center, spotless, the black laptop resting neatly on it - quiet, unaware, loyal only to one man: Taehyung.

Jungkook's fingers didn't hesitate.

He sat.

He opened the laptop.

Password screen.
A smile curled on his lips.

"Still the same?" he murmured, typing it with a flick of muscle memory - "V7Ghost."