Par Amour [Taekook ff]

EPILOGUE: PAR AMOUR

Author's Note:

Thank all of you who wanted an epilogue. Sorry it took so long but I had to reread portions of the book to get back acquainted with the story.

I never answered questions from the Q&A. If you guys want answers still, I can answer them if I can in one last chapter.

But with all that said, here is Taekook in all their PAR AMOUR glory....
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Epilogue — Eight Years Later

Jungkook barely had time to set the grocery bag down before Taehyung's hands were on him—firm, possessive, pinning him back against the kitchen counter with a thud that rattled the drawers.

"You said you'd be home late," Jungkook breathed, laughing even as his fingers dug into Taehyung's shirt.

"Plans changed," Taehyung said, mouth at his throat, voice rough with want. "The kids are asleep and I'm seizing the moment."

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The counter was cold beneath Jungkook's palms, Taehyung's body all heat and momentum, crowding him in until there was nowhere to go except into it—into the kiss, the urgency, the way Taehyung always took what was already his.

It started hurriedly, like Taehyung was thirsty in the Sahara. Like he'd waited through precinct paperwork and late trains and bath time and bedtime stories just to earn this. His mouth moved over Jungkook's with careful pressure, coaxing him open, tasting him until Jungkook's hands slid up his shoulders and clutched.

He guided Jungkook back into the island again, this time not rough, but certain. He pressed Jungkook against the counter edge and slid his hand under the hem of Jungkook's shirt, palm warm over skin. His thumb traced the line of Jungkook's ribcage, and Jungkook's body responded like it always did—like it was grateful to be remembered.

Taehyung's mouth traveled from Jungkook's lips to his jaw, then down his throat, kissing slowly as if making a point. Jungkook tilted his head back, giving him access, fingers threading into Taehyung's hair.

Jungkook loved the urgency and surprise of it all. And Taehyung had the kind of focus that made Jungkook feel two things at once: safe... and dangerously interested.

Taehyung caught Jungkook's wrist and pinned it gently against his own sternum. His eyes dropped to Jungkook's mouth. "You want it soft or do you want it honest?"

Jungkook swallowed. "You always start soft," he whispered, "and then you get... dishonest."

Taehyung's grin flashed—quick, wicked. He tugged Jungkook's shirt up and off with one smooth motion, then stared at him like he was still surprised—like all the years of marriage hadn't dulled a single edge of his hunger. His hand cupped Jungkook's chest, thumb circling a nipple slowly until Jungkook sucked in a sharp breath.