In a dimly lit Parisian bar, Taehyung and Jungkook cross paths-two strangers bound by an unspoken pull. Jungkook, an enigmatic Alpha businessman, sees Taehyung not just as an alluring Omega draped in silk but as a story worth knowing. Their flirtation is electric, filled with sharp wit, lingering glances, and an undeniable connection that feels both foreign and familiar. As the night unfolds, conversation turns to confessions, desire turns to something deeper, and a single invitation-Jungkook's outstretched hand-becomes the catalyst for a night that neither will forget. But when morning comes, will this encounter remain a fleeting Parisian memory, or the beginning of something far more profound?

After getting drunk & wasted on a party waking up with no memory about the night before other than just a hungover, Taehyung couldn't help but to feel so intimidated with his roommate A.K.A Jeon Jungkook, who had a fucking glow up over the summer break, not like he hates it because Taehyung couldn't stop his-bicurious-self from drooling over the latter. Just when Jungkook offers him to help his studies he takes up his chances, which lead on one thing to another exploring each other, getting lost in their own pleasure. Taehyung failed to see how Jungkook stares at him with adorned eyes, attempts to hold his hand and not missing to leave a peck on his lips. There was something more than he thought... something that made him feel thousands of butterflies swarming inside his stomach each and every time he made eye contact with the certain raven. Suddenly the butterflies he felt inside him turns into venomous bees as Taehyung becomes anxious about his own feelings, more like does Jungkook really has feelings for him or is it just another fling? Word Count (-) Start [2022|01|19] End [-] (This book is intended for an 18+ audience.) This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without written permission from the author. Copyright © 2022 by Muraisaya

My love is an oath, if I can't marry you in this life, I will marry you in heavens. Even death will not do us apart.

[taekookau] "When the war is over, we'll get married and I'll grow flowers like you, and our story will be one of the most beautiful love tales in the universe." - a letter found in the pocket of a dead soldier ; Captain Jungkook Jeon, 1895.