Under Noirwood | Vminkook ✓

Fifteen: Lingering

A/N: I hope your day is well.

Mine isn't but at least I get to write this story :)

Thanks for reading my junk. 

love you all.

IZZY~

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Hands on warm flesh. Eyes raking gorgeous trails of soft, grabbable skin flushed with a soft brush of pink.

"F-faster..."

Foreheads dripping with sweat, lights dimmed. A husky voice laced with the sweet taste of lust. Panting in tune to each others racing hearts.

"Jungkook-"

Dark, dark room...loud with the chimes of push and pull, give and take. Soft whines and sharp nails.

Every cell inside the Oak Prince's body was alight with pleasure as he moved within the man beneath him. They were one--a single unit of love, passion, and eternity. 

"Kook, I'm going to-"

A flash of light.

Jungkook's eyes widened in awe. His pace sped up as he caught sight of the man's face underneath him, full lips hanging open in an ethereal gasp. Hair lightly fluffed against pillow, cheeks red, and irises blown.

The harsh patter of rain against the window mixed with the thumping of the room. Heart beat beat beat beat-

"Jungkook, I love you."

A whisper, an ode, a profession of love. 

And as their bodies slid together one last time, Jungkook didn't miss the sparks flying throughout his mind, regret and guilt completely forgotten as he opened his mouth.

"I...I love you too...

Jimin."

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"Jungkook, wake up! Wake UP!"

The Oak Prince shot straight up as he felt a pair of hands grab his shoulders, pulling him from the dream world he had just been enjoying.

Enjoying a little too much...

"Fuck, Kook. You made a mess..." Taehyung sighed, rolling off the bed in only his boxers as he swept towards the bathroom. "Dreaming about me so soon after we-"

"Yes! It was you. It was you again, Taehyung." Jungkook's lips trembled as he forced the lie out, tasting its bitterness with a strong kick of guilt. To make it worse, his brain went further in drawing the lie out, not wanting Taehyung to get suspicious if he didn't explain. 

"I know you want the details-"

Taehyung smiled at him. "Hell yeah I want the details! You were wiggling around so much in bed that you woke me the fuck up. I'm sure you woke up Rose too with your moans, god I could fucking feel the vibration of your voice in my pillow!"

Jungkook froze in shame, but mentally sighed that Taehyung was deaf. Otherwise the other would have heard him yelling out Jimin's name.

"Um..." Jungkook forced himself to recall his dream, trying desperately to replace the person under him with Taehyung. It wasn't too difficult, imagining Taehyung pleasing him so well, but the lingering feeling of seeing Jimin's face in pleasure...

"Wait, I'll go get a rag from the bathroom first to clean you up, love. Then tell me everything!" Taehyung chimed, waltzing into the bathroom with only boxers on. Jungkook shifted, naked and uncomfortable, under the covers. It felt as if a film of his dream was wrapped tightly around his skin, clinging uncomfortably to his heart.