The sunlight spilled into the spacious living room through the curtains, giving a gentle light over the plush couch where Taehyung and Jungkook lay intertwined. A variety show played on the TV, loud voices mixing with bursts of laughter from both the television and the two lovebirds on the couch.

Jungkook’s chin rested delicately on the top of Taehyung’s head, his arm wrapped around Taehyung’s waist. His hand toyed with the hem of Taehyung’s oversized sweater as he pressed occasional kisses on his head. 

Taehyung leaned back a notch more, melting into Jungkook’s warm embrace. He reached up, his slender fingers curling around Jungkook’s forearm where it rested on his stomach. He gave it a mild squeeze and kept his hand there, holding it loosely. 

They were blissful. It only had been a day since they cleared any remaining misunderstandings and confessed their unending love, yet they already felt so comfortable going back to their familiar, carefree rhythms. 

They talked with Minseok on the phone yesterday, and he narrated everything that happened in Woosung’s office. Taehyung also called his mother to tell her everything was over, and that she was finally free from Woosung. She was already in the process of filing for a divorce and searching for a house to buy. She had her own business, a nightclub, so money wasn’t a problem. 

Sung Ryung hired as many bodyguards as she could for her business and helped the rest find a job at another place, as they had planned. They secretly distributed Woosung’s money to the hundreds of employees that were affected by their actions and also gave a certain amount to Taehyung’s mother, although she insisted she didn’t need it. 

Everything was taken care of, and Jungkook and Taehyung could finally start anew with no loose ends, unsaid words, or sorrow. 

The key twisting in the lock drew their attention, and they glanced at the door, watching as Sung Ryung and Jiyu entered the house. 

Jiyu caught sight of them at once and froze, her eyes popping open with wonder. “Oppas! Are you together again?” she blurted out, her voice high-pitched with excitement.

Taehyung grinned as he pushed himself to a sitting position, with Jungkook mirroring his moves. “Actually, we are, baby girl.”

“Yay!” Jiyu screeched, darting toward them as she shook her school bag off her shoulders. She leaped onto the couch, throwing her small arms around both of them in a fierce hug. “I’m so happy!”

“We are too, Jiyu-yah,” Jungkook uttered, hugging her back as a fond smile curved his lips.

Sung Ryung picked up her daughter’s bag and approached them with a soft smile illuminating her face. “I’m glad you got back together too,” she said, her tone tender as she ruffled their hair in turn.

“Thanks, mom.”

Sung Ryung settled into the armchair, her gaze soft as it lingered on the three, who were still tangled in a warm embrace. “So, will you keep staying here, Taehyung?”

The question distorted Taehyung’s blithe smile with a notion of uncertainty, and he cast a glance at Jungkook’s way, though unable to meet his eyes. “We haven’t discussed it yet. But for now, I think yes.”

“We’ll stay here until we build our own house,” Jungkook added, his tone casual but decisive, as if he already had everything planned out. 

“What?” Jiyu asked, her small face scrunching into a pout as she drew back. “Your own house? You—You’ll leave me again?”

Jungkook’s eyes bristled with worry, and he pulled her onto his lap, caging her into a tight hug. “Of course not, angel,” he said, his voice soothing. “Listen, love. Adults need their own space. But that doesn’t mean I’ll leave you. I promised to never leave you again, remember?”

Jungkook sensed his little sister nod against his head, her pout probably softening at his reassuring words. He turned enough to plant a loving kiss on her cheek and tucked a clump of hair behind her ear. “Even when we move out, I promise we’ll come here every day to spend time with you. You can stay over at our house, too. Nothing will change, sweetie. You’ll still be our baby girl, and you always will be.”

“Jungkookie is right, Jiyu-yah,” Taehyung said, his palm sliding over her back in warm caresses. “We’ll never leave you.”

Jiyu beamed, her earlier worry vanishing in seconds. “Okay, oppas!”

“There’s a property ten minutes away from here for sale,” Sung Ryung said. “Go check it out, and if you like the space, I’ll buy it for you.”

“What? Mom, you don’t have to,” Jungkook said, his forehead filling with creases. 

“It’s my gift to Taehyung,” she replied, shifting her gaze to the said man. A twinkle of sadness framed her smile, tainted with regret. “My way of apologizing for everything I did wrong the past five years.”

Taehyung’s expression mellowed, though his surprise was still evident in his eyes. “Sung Ryung-ssi, you really don’t have to. I know you couldn’t tell me the truth. I don’t blame you for anything.”

“Still, I want to do this for you.”

Taehyung exhaled a soft breath, the tips of his lips stretching into a grateful smile. “Thank you.” 

Jiyu climbed down from Jungkook’s lap and perched in the space between them. She tilted her head to glance at her mother, curiosity rushing through her insides. “What did you do wrong, mom?”

Sung Ryung aimed a pointed look at her daughter with vestiges of both playfulness and solemnity. “You know you shouldn’t ask about adult stuff, Jiyu-yah.”

“Right. I’m just curious,” she said, shrugging a carefree shoulder. 

“Well, I’m curious to know how your day at school was, love,” Taehyung chimed in, a coltish lilt coloring his voice as he smiled softly. He exchanged a glance with Sung Ryung, noticing the gratitude in her eyes for changing the subject before she disappeared upstairs.

Jiyu snapped her head towards Taehyung, her eyes gleaming. “It was amazing, oppa!”

“Yeah? You seem too excited. Did something good happen?”

“Yes! Hyunwoo—” Jiyu stopped mid-sentence as the remembrance of her oppa sitting right beside her thundered down on her. 

Jungkook’s face twisted into a stern frown. “Hyunwoo what?”

Jiyu recognized the severity in Jungkook’s voice and peeked at him to confirm his scowl. She scrambled onto Taehyung’s lap, hiding her face against his chest as she clutched him. 

“Jiyu-yah,” Jungkook said, disapproval coating his words. “What did Hyunwoo do?”

Jiyu wavered, but quickly realized there was no point in staying quiet. “He kissed my cheek,” she mumbled, her words muffled against Taehyung’s sweater. 

Taehyung bit his lower lip, glancing nervously at Jungkook. He thought Jungkook would lash out at any moment, but instead of the expected outburst, Jungkook’s face was calm.

“Did he ask for your permission first?”

Baffled by her oppa’s poised reaction and gentle tone, Jiyu risked a glance. “Yes. He wanted to thank me for buying him a juice and asked if he could kiss my cheek.”

Jungkook nodded. “Then, I approve.”

Jiyu’s jaw dropped, a silent gasp flying out of her mouth as she twisted her head to fully look at him. “Really?

“Really,” Jungkook chuckled, guiding her onto his lap again with a mild pull on her hand. “Listen, Jiyu-yah. Permission is the most important thing in everything, and especially in relationships. Don’t let anyone do something you don’t want, even if it’s something small. And you should always ask permission too, okay?”

“Okay, oppa! Thank you.” 

Taehyung grinned at the heartwarming sight, though he couldn’t resist his urge to tease. “I don’t remember you asking for my permission before you kissed my cheek the first time.”

Jungkook snorted, his lips forming an askew smile. “First of all, you kissed my cheek first.”

“No, I didn’t. You did.”

“I’m pretty sure it was you.”

“No way. Remember when we were nine, and I slept over here? You kissed my cheek to say goodnight,” Taehyung countered with playful defiance.

Jungkook arched an eyebrow. “No, before that night, you had kissed my cheek as a thank you for carrying your bag.”

“No!” Taehyung argued, his tone laced with mock irritation. “That was after that night.”

“It was before,” Jungkook insisted in the same peeved yet impish way. 

“You’re both wrong,” Sung Ryung said, suppressing a chuckle at their cute argument as she walked down the stairs. “It was when Jungkook was two years old. You were running around, and Taehyung bumped into the couch and fell on his butt. He didn’t cry, but you, Jungkook, rushed to help him stand up. You asked him if it hurt, and Taehyung said it hurt a little. Then you kissed his cheek to make him feel better.”

A veil of tender amazement carpeted the two, their hearts brimming with fondness for each other. They locked eyes in the silence that flooded the room, letting their sweet interaction sink in, cherishing it. 

“Aww, that’s so cute!” Jiyu gushed, clapping her hands together. “How can you even remember that, mom?”

“It was the sweetest thing I’d ever seen,” Sung Ryung replied, her smile glittering with affection. 

“Well, I guess I kissed your cheek first,” Jungkook admitted, leaning back with a sheepish grin.

Taehyung’s smile was similar as he directed his eyes to Sung Ryung. “That’s a nice memory. Tell us more.”

Sung Ryung shook her head with a chuckle. “I’d love to, but I promised Jeoan I’d take Jiyu to her house for lunch. Would you two like to join us?”

“That sounds lovely,” Taehyung said, glancing at Jungkook to check his reaction. Mystification gripped at the muscles of his face as he detected the peculiar glint in Jungkook’s eyes, a quiet intensity that slashed a ripple of curiosity through him. “Or... not?”

Jungkook tilted forward, bypassing Jiyu, who was still sitting between them. “Taehyung. My mom and sister will be gone for at least three hours,” he said, his voice wafting with an undertone of lewd intentions. 

The implication landed, and Taehyung’s eyes widened before he quickly collected himself, feigning casualness. “You know, now that I think about it, I don’t really feel like going anywhere.”

Sung Ryung, sharp as ever, chuckled softly, catching on to their innuendos. “Alright then. Jiyu, let’s go get you ready.”

“Okay!” Jiyu chirped, hopping off the couch and bounding upstairs with her mother.

As soon as the coast was clear, Taehyung straddled him with a fling of his leg, his hands nearly shivering in excitement as they cupped Jungkook’s face. “We’re going to do what I think we’re going to do, right?”

Jungkook’s lips twitched with amusement, his eyes darkening. “Yes. We’re going to train.”

“Yah!” Taehyung hissed in pretended outrage, slapping Jungkook’s shoulder.

A throaty chuckle slipped through Jungkook’s mouth as he glided his arms around Taehyung’s waist, tugging him closer. “I’m kidding. Yes, we’re going to do what you think we’re going to do. And I can’t wait.”

“Me neither,” Taehyung whispered, leaning their foreheads together. “But we have to send Minji away, too.”

“I know. I’ll go find her.”

Having the house all to themselves was a heaven-sent gift, an opportunity they couldn’t miss. Although Minji refused at first to leave, saying she had so many chores to do, Jungkook insisted with almost pleading eyes, reassuring her they wouldn’t mind if she finished them later in the afternoon. 

They said goodbye to Jiyu and Sung Ryung, waiting eagerly for the front door to close. Once it did, they locked eyes, anticipation burning brightly in them, and they jumped to their feet. Jungkook snatched Taehyung’s hand, pulling him up the stairs as dulcet giggles enclosed them from both. 

They rushed into the room, not forgetting to close to the door behind them, and fell into the bed in a knot of arms and legs. Another angelic laugh spilled from Taehyung’s lips, a heady sound of pure content as Jungkook mounted him. 

Jungkook paused, taking a moment to assimilate the reality of the situation. Taehyung was underneath him, with a luminous smile decorating his gorgeous characteristics, his chestnut brown eyes shining like embers on a pitch-dark night, reflecting the joy that brimmed him from head to toe. 

Jungkook’s smile softened with bone-deep adoration as he passed delicate fingers through Taehyung’s hair, brushing it back. “You’re stunning, Tae. The most beautiful man in this world,” he uttered, then dipped to press their lips together in a mellow kiss. “I can’t believe this is real.”

Taehyung’s heart fluttered like a little bird’s wings, his chest feeling so overwhelmed with emotion. He curled his arms around Jungkook’s waist, gently tugging him flat against his form. “For me, you’re the most beautiful in this world. And I can’t believe it either. That we’re here again, in our room, so happy. Feels like a dream.”

Jungkook puffed out a blissful breath as he cupped Taehyung’s cheek, his thumb tracing the gentle curve as if to absorb every inch of him. He sensed Taehyung tilt his head into the touch, witnessing his emotions gush out through the window of his eyes — a fast-flowing tide that drowned Jungkook in happiness. 

The sweet atmosphere shrouding them sparked with need and lust, drawing them closer until their lips sealed in a loving kiss. Jungkook cherished his mouth with slow, tender rolls of tongues, pressing his body over Taehyung’s to really feel him. 

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Taehyung whined into his mouth, slanting his head to take the intrusion of his tongue deeper. His hands slid down Jungkook’s back with satisfying pressure and anchored on his hips, his toes curling in delight as their hardening cocks brushed together. 

Their sweet make out grew fiercer, with an undercurrent of want urging them to feel more. A grunt buzzed in Jungkook’s throat at the continuous press of their crotches as he sucked Taehyung’s bottom lip into his mouth, biting it just hard enough to have him shivering. 

The steady grip on Taehyung’s hair relented in need to explore his body, though the layers of clothes between them forced Jungkook to draw back. Mildly quivery hands undressed each other completely as their eyes, swimming in hunger, remained connected, shallow breaths of anticipation jumping all around the room. 

The skin-to-skin contact as Jungkook lay over Taehyung again was ecstatic, a spine-tingling boost to their senses. “Fuck, I feel like I’m on fire,” Jungkook muttered against his lips, breathy and shaky, as he let his hand cruise Taehyung’s elegant yet sturdy body. 

Taehyung’s hands spurted into action too, gliding and fondling Jungkook’s stout back as his rock-hard cock kicked in stimulation. “Me too,” he released in a tremoring whisper and captured his mouth in a sloppy, fiery kiss. 

Each one of their heartbeats thudded in their ears with spikes of deep-rooted longing as their tongues kept clashing, their lips going numb by the fierceness burning in their core. Electric waves of sensation shot through their system with every grinding shift of their hips, every sizzling stroke of their tongues, every needy, possessive caress of their hands. 

Now dripping and shaking in want, Taehyung broke the kiss with a whine. “I need to feel you inside me, Kook,” he said, begged really, his hips refusing to stop their rolls against Jungkook’s hard cock. 

“Me too, fuck,” Jungkook rasped through his panting and placed one more kiss on Taehyung’s wet lips. “I didn’t want to rush this, but I can’t control myself. I need you now.”

“We can do slow another time. We have all the time in the world.”

Jungkook smiled, a gentle arc of lips that projected the unending fondness he had for that ravishing man. “Of course, love.”

With a last peck, Jungkook dismounted him to retrieve the lube from the drawer of the nightstand and settled between his legs. He lifted them, instructing Taehyung to hold them, and his gut tightened at the heavenly sight of his pink hole. His demanding hands settled over Taehyung’s asscheeks, squeezing the thick muscles and caressing them. 

“I missed your pretty hole, Tae,” Jungkook uttered, his eyes stuck on his entrance, so inebriated, just like his mind. He dipped down and let his tongue lead, swirling a messy pattern down from his balls to his hole as he spread his cheeks. 

A row of muffled profanities burst from Taehyung as he felt his hot tongue lick thick lines over his entrance and his mouth close over his rim, sucking it with passionate motions. “I missed your tongue on me, fuck,” Taehyung managed through his endless whimpers, shivering by the sparks of heat flying up his spine. 

Grunting, Jungkook pressed the tip of his tongue to the center of his hole, paving his way inside with forceful jabs. The feeling of Taehyung’s soft, fluttering walls squeezing against his tongue was oneiric, so enthralling it spun him. His hands grasped Taehyung’s cheeks harder, pulling them apart for deeper penetration. 

Taehyung gasped at the first invasion, his chest lifting in a sharp arch. He was gone, already so lost in the all-consuming sensations Jungkook gifted him. His cock leaked more and more precum, jolting at every deep thrust of Jungkook’s tongue. That tongue he had truly missed so much — that tongue that knew all the right things to do to send Taehyung into delirium. 

Taehyung’s whiny moans created wavy vibrations around Jungkook, fueling his hankering to please him more, give him everything. A fierce heat radiated from his groin, setting his whole body alight as he kept on fucking his tongue into his divine hole. He needed to make Taehyung his again, needed to feel every inch of him. Now. 

Taehyung perked his head up the moment Jungkook’s sinful tongue drew away from his hole, whimpering at the loss of contact. He spectated through a haze of ecstasy as Jungkook spilled abundant lube over his opening, the liquid cool against his skin. 

Taehyung quaked at the hot feel of slick fingers massaging his entrance and broke out moaning when a digit slipped in between his walls, moving slowly at first against the tight resistance. “So good,” he babbled as he dug his head deeper into the pillow, welcoming the familiar burn and stretch.

Jungkook’s gaze held fast onto his finger disappearing into Taehyung’s tight hole as he grasped his cheek, spreading him further. “Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Me neither. Gimme another one,” Taehyung muttered, swiveling his hips to feel his finger along his inner walls. 

“Already?” Jungkook asked with a crooked smile, moving the digit in sharp jabs as his thumb caressed over his rim in little swipes. “Always so impatient.”

The pressure in Taehyung’s hole grew with the second finger that squeezed into him, and his walls squirmed around the burning intrusion. “Fuck, fuck, yes,” Taehyung breathed out, too high on rapture to care about the pain of stretch. 

Jungkook stilled his fingers deep inside him and alternated between spreading them and circling them to help him get used to the stretch. He plunged down, painting sloppy kisses over Taehyung’s expanded rim, the squelching of lube mixing obscenely with their moans. 

Feeling Taehyung push his pelvis towards his hand, Jungkook worked his fingers into him fast and deep, twisting them in ways that had him squirming. His breath came harsher upon seeing the needy reactions Taehyung gave him, spine arching high and legs quivering, his entrance clenching around his knuckles. 

“I’m getting close and I don’t want to cum like this,” Taehyung said, breathless, as he struggled to control himself. “Another one.”

Even Jungkook felt like he would burst, and his cock hadn’t gotten any kind of attention. Everything with Taehyung always felt just too much. Too much lust, too much longing, too much affection, too much love. He couldn’t explain it. Everything was just perfect with him. 

Jungkook obeyed with a breathy groan, easing a third finger into him. He sat still for a bit, leaving soothing kisses over Taehyung’s asscheeks, surrounded by the wanton sounds Taehyung produced. “So good for me,” Jungkook whispered, sending quivering ripples of warmth along his skin before sucking it gently. 

Taehyung reveled in the praise, his mind a pool of desire. He felt the burning invasion brush and twist against his inner folds, nudging deep inside him. Every inch of him felt electrified, his heart slamming against its confines, dizzying his already groggy senses. 

Jungkook kept a quick pace, making sure to open him up well. He grunted in absolute delight as Taehyung’s hole clamped down on his fingers and his rim twitched, then relaxed as Jungkook thrust harder against him. His knuckles slapped against his hole at every shove, his grip on Taehyung’s cheek fierce enough to imprint his hand on it. 

Taehyung’s whole body vibrated with his consuming need to finally feel Jungkook, connect with him in a way that always blew each one of his senses, in a way their hearts trembled and cried in ultimate joy. His desire leaked from him in a whiny string of words, barely coherent and audible, but Jungkook seemed to understand. Like always.

“I got you,” Jungkook uttered, already slathering his cock with lube. He hissed at how bloated his erection was, the simple touch bringing an immense amount of temporary relief to his hardness. 

After hastily cleaning his hand with a wet wipe, Jungkook returned between Taehyung’s legs. He held onto his asscheek to keep him open and guided his cock to his hole, brushing the head against it. The slippery contact was spine-tingling, the feel so hot and smooth. 

In one slow, careful slide, Jungkook buried his cock balls-deep into the restrictive heat, goosebumps cutting through his form in all directions. He toppled over Taehyung, supporting himself on an elbow. He drew mild kisses on his cheek, releasing his guttural grunts against his skin as he remained still to give Taehyung the time he needed. 

The pressure and fullness Taehyung experienced dazed him in the most heavenly of ways, every part of him feeling ablaze with pained pleasure. He clawed at Jungkook’s back, fingertips digging into his skin as his open mouth spewed moan after moan. The seismic trance that overruled his mind tamed as Jungkook’s suave voice floated around his senses like snowflakes drifting gently to the ground. 

“I love you, Tae,” Jungkook whispered between the soft caresses of his lips against Taehyung’s skin. His hand meshed into Taehyung’s hair, a gentle grip that anchored him to the reality of the moment. “And I’m so in love with you. You’ve always been my dream. My everything.”

Taehyung found comfort at the sweet confession, his whispering words and tender kisses cocooning his heart in a feathery, cozy blanket of warmth. “I love you, Kook,” he uttered, holding him securely, the firm touch of their bodies electric. “I’ve always loved you, every day of my life. And I always will.”

Jungkook pulled back enough to connect their eyes, sealing the confessions with their honesty. He carded his fingers through the silky strands of Taehyung’s hair, smiling softly. He closed the space between them, pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss, and edged away only a few inches before smoothly rolling into him again. 

Taehyung erupted into moans, all released into Jungkook’s mouth that now devoured him fiercer, tongues sliding against each other with thrilling pressure. With every slow-paced, powerful push of his cock into the deepest parts of him, Taehyung felt so full. Full of everything. 

Their chests rubbed together voluptuously as their bodies rolled against the other in perfect harmony, heating up every part of them — of their souls. The connection melted their insides, their minds swimming through puffy clouds of rapture. It was euphoric, a moment truly pulled out of a dream. 

With no dreg of air in their lungs left, they broke apart in unison. Jungkook leaned their foreheads together, feeling Taehyung’s breath hit his face in quick, warm bursts. Gazes fondly locked, he gave up on the hold on his hair and sought for Taehyung’s hand. He found it clasping his waist and took it into his own, threading their fingers together. He pushed their united hands into the pillow beside Taehyung’s head, the grip tight, conveying their blazing feelings.

The rolls of Jungkook’s hips were still slow but firm, wanting to feel everything from that ecstatic moment, soak up every second and engrave it into his heart. There was no roughness, no urgency, no filthiness. Only their desperate need to connect, feel, remember, project their love, and make their new beginning — one that they would never allow anyone to ruin again. 

Their eyes carried the intensity of their feelings as they held fast to each other, eclipsed by a fog of inebriation and sparks of adoration. The surrounding air was charged, saturated with the vehemence of their love. Heavy pants and broken moans buzzed in the atmosphere, tangled with the explosions of their hearts thudding in a harmonious, rapid rhythm. 

No words were needed as Taehyung’s moans rose in volume and Jungkook’s frame quaked more often. The wildfire in their core bubbled over, sprawling through their skin and bones, melting everything in its passage. Everything they felt amplified — the closeness, the strong hold of their hands, the friction of their bodies, the intensity in their eye contact, the big cock splitting Taehyung apart, the tight hole sucking Jungkook in so heavenly. 

Taehyung claimed his lips like a thirsty man as a certain jab of the cockhead against his prostate rushed him to the cliff of his orgasm. All the sensations overpowered him, his brain turning into a mush, his whole body tingling. 

He moaned into Jungkook’s mouth, a sonorous, whiny tune that echoed through the room as cum spurted from his cock. A sort of dreaminess rained down on his body, which convulsed with every string of cum that jumped out, making their chest a sticky mess. 

Jungkook exploded just seconds later, diving into a similar pool of stupefaction. The orgasm Taehyung wrenched out of him was slow and ferocious, like an endless tide. Continuous grunts vibrated in his throat as he emptied everything inside Taehyung with intermittent, rough shoves. It unbalanced him, the way Taehyung squeezed him, milking his cock until it spilled every single drop into his hole. 

Both shuddered throughout the pulsations of the all-consuming rapture, the ultimate connection of their hearts. Slowly but steadily, it reduced to gentle ripples, and they stilled, letting their lips brush together more softly. The euphoria of their orgasm lingered, cruising over their skin in muted tingles as they cherished each other’s mouth, refusing to part. 

They were overwhelmed, too full of emotion and drunk in fulfillment to move or break their kiss. Everything burned in ways that trapped them at a standstill, urging upon the fire between them, the infusion of their panting, the roar of their heartbeat. Their overpowering love. The feeling of being home. 

They pulled back simultaneously, not because they wanted to stop kissing, but because they had the need to see the other. Their spit-covered lips formed blissful smiles designed only for each other and a mild wetness glittered in their eyes, along with flickering stars of fondness. Beautiful. They were so beautiful, so in love, so full, so content. 

Together again. Together forever. 

“Tae bear,” Jungkook breathed out as he embraced his cheek in a loving palm. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been right now. Even more than the seven years we shared. Because you forgave me. And our love is still so strong. Even stronger than before.”

Taehyung exhaled a soft puff of air, his lips stretching into a smile. “Our love is stronger now. And every memory we create from now on will be even happier than the previous one.” He looped his arms around Jungkook’s form, placing a tender peck on his mouth. “I love you, baby bun. So much my heart feels like it’ll burst.”

A suave chuckle slipped through Jungkook’s lips as he dipped down, blending their mouths in another short, but sweet kiss. “You’re the cutest,” he uttered, brushing Taehyung’s hair back before cupping his face again. “And I feel exactly the same. I love you so, so much.”

The joyful smiles decorating their faces melted into the kiss they exchanged, powered by the ultimate affection for each other and their unbreakable love. 

As they kissed so sweetly, with their hearts fluttering in waves of safety and warmth, they knew their future would be filled only with happiness, because nothing would ever break them apart again. 

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There's only one chapter left, which I'll publish today, after I reread it! It's over 10k words, but I promise it's worth it😊