Anger never builds; it only tears down. In the heat of a single moment, it can feel like strength, an armor to hide behind. But when the fire fades, all that's left are the ashes of what once mattered. Anger doesn't solve anything-it devours patienc...
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If my body is a map, then your touch is the ink that makes sense of every line.
Chapter 28: First Time
Jungkook’s kisses trailed lower, from Taehyung’s lips to his jaw, down the column of his throat, lingering against the delicate skin of his collarbone before slipping further. Each press of his mouth grew slower, hungrier, as though he was savoring every inch of him, every shiver and gasp that spilled from Taehyung’s parted lips.
By the time Jungkook reached his stomach, Taehyung was already a trembling mess beneath him, fingers gripping at the sheets, chest heaving with anticipation. Jungkook looked up once, his dark eyes meeting Taehyung’s flushed face, and the way he smiled—mischievous yet tender—made Taehyung’s heart clench and his body burn.
Jungkook lowered himself between Taehyung’s thighs, kissing softly along the inside of his legs until he reached the most vulnerable place. Taehyung’s breath hitched sharply when he felt the warmth of Jungkook’s mouth there, somewhere no one had ever touched before. His body stiffened, unsure, almost trembling.
“Relax, baby,” Jungkook whispered against his skin, his breath hot and steady. “Trust me.”
Then his tongue slid forward, slow and deliberate. The first touch made Taehyung jolt, his hands clutching the sheets so tightly his knuckles whitened. It was wet, foreign, strange—something he couldn’t quite process. A shaky whimper slipped past his lips, his cheeks burning in confusion and embarrassment.
Jungkook didn’t push deeper right away. He circled gently, letting Taehyung feel the rhythm, soft flicks that teased instead of overwhelmed. “You taste so sweet,” he murmured in a low, husky tone, his lips pressing kisses between each stroke.
Taehyung squirmed, his legs trying to close instinctively, but Jungkook’s hands were firm and tender, keeping him open without force. “Don’t hide from me,” he coaxed, kissing the sensitive skin again. “Let me take care of you.”
When Jungkook finally pressed his tongue deeper, Taehyung’s entire body tensed. The strange pressure made his stomach twist, a sound caught in his throat. It wasn’t painful, but it was so unfamiliar it left him breathless.
“I—I don’t know if I can…” Taehyung stammered, voice breaking.
“You can,” Jungkook reassured softly, pulling back just enough to look up at him. His gaze was steady, filled with warmth. “I’ll be gentle. I’ll stop if it’s too much. Just breathe for me.”
He kissed the inside of Taehyung’s thigh again before returning, his tongue working slower this time, careful not to overwhelm. Every motion was tender, coaxing, as if he was teaching Taehyung’s body to trust him. Soon, the tension in Taehyung’s muscles began to melt, the sharp strangeness dulling into a warmth that made his breath grow uneven. The wet strokes grew addictive in their rhythm, his body trembling not from fear but from sensation he had never known before.
