If the mind is willing, the flesh could go on and on without many things.
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The Art of War
Sun Tzu

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For over an hour, Jungkook and Taehyung lay forehead to forehead, their eyes closed and hands clasped between their bodies.

Nothing was said. No glances were shared. The only form of communication they used was the constant touching of skin, the subtle reminder that they were not alone. That was more than enough for the moment.

After the countless revelations - the exposing of secrets and the uncovering of the truth - a peaceful calm had settled over the room. The sun streamed through the windows, barely dimmed by the sheer white curtains. Birds chirped melodically in the garden, a soft white-noise only found outside of the city. And the tense, strained environment from earlier on had finally smoothed into a state of relaxation.

All was calm.

All except Jungkook's raging mind.

Every single emotion that coursed through his body amplified, pounding through his veins and increasing his heart rate. He didn't know how he was supposed to manage all of these conflicting feelings. He didn't know how he was supposed to feel at all.

There was the despair from learning how exactly his brother died; the wrath over his senseless murder, the desperation for vengeance that clawed at his insides until he needed to scream out loud.

There was the shock of learning Taehyung's true identity; the embarrassment for lying and getting caught, the regret that made him wish he never deceived the bodyguard in the first place.

There was the sympathy for Taehyung, the man who lost his mother and bodyguard; the disbelief over what the elder experienced, the remorse that burned his throat and left him gasping for air.

Then there was the relief over still being alive; the amazement that he shared his story and didn't end up dead, the hopefulness that maybe he'd survive this after all.

And finally, there was the adoration Jungkook felt for Taehyung; the appreciation for the man who so selflessly protected him, the affection that warmed his chest and begged him to move closer to the former bodyguard.

Shit. How did he even begin to process all of these emotions, especially when they were occurring simultaneously?

He knew the answer: one by one.

But that would take an unwavering amount of patience, a clear and open mind, and a boundless stretch of time - all things he didn't have at the moment. It could be weeks, months, or years until he had the capacity to unpack and work through his feelings. For that reason alone, it'd be so much easier to pretend that everything was peachy fucking keen instead of acknowledging the truth.

Though the truth was so obvious . . . There was no denying it.

Jungkook was an emotional wreck, a ticking time bomb. He experienced so much trauma, anguish, and fear over an incredibly short period - over a collection of days. It all compounded and pressed down upon his shoulders, resulting in a heavy weight one should not have to carry on their own.

And although he longed to take the easy way out - to run away and hide from the world - things would only get worse unless he faced it head-on. That fact was undeniable. He had to accept that everything was not alright; he had to allow himself to be overwhelmed. And now that he put names to all of his emotions, it was time to actually feel.

That was fucking terrifying to Jungkook. He didn't think he was ready.

But laying here - fingers intertwined with Taehyung's, breaths blending - Jungkook took solace in the fact that he wasn't entirely on his own. There was someone else who understood the depth of his pain, someone else who might be willing to provide comfort. Maybe he and Taehyung could help each other work through their underlying heartache, taking small steps towards acceptance.

Maybe together they could no longer be alone.

But Jungkook wasn't completely stupid. Anything he hoped to have with Taehyung had a time limit, an expiration date. He couldn't expect to hang out here, with the highly targeted heir of a multibillion-dollar company, like they were on a fucking vacation or something. The visions of conversations in the gazebo and strolls around the garden were pointless and unproductive. Jungkook would not be afforded that sort of time with Taehyung.

Realistically thinking, only hours remained until he was separated from the former bodyguard.

And the worst part of it all was that Jungkook had absolutely no say in his fate. It wasn't up to him whether he was outright killed or ordered to leave the premises. He couldn't ask to stay despite that being the only thing he longed to do. The Chief - and maybe even Taehyung - would instantly deny him.

Truly, Jungkook knew he should just be grateful. He already lucked out once when Taehyung ordered Yoongi not to harm him, but there was no telling whether or not that request would be fulfilled. The Chief could be organizing a way to dispose of him right now, ensuring he posed no active threat to anyone at Korean National Oil.

And even though Jungkook had no ill will for anyone at the company - especially not for Taehyung - no one trusted his intentions. Of course, he was the only one to blame for that outcome, but he honestly wanted to be of value and to help where he could. Yet there was no reason to keep an outsider hanging around, especially a non-essential, useless imposter like Jungkook.

The best hope he had now was for a painless interrogation - the opportunity to divulge all he knew - and then to return home. If that happened, if that was offered to him, he should bow down and thank the Chief for not taking his life. He'd be so incredibly fortunate to leave this cruel world and continue as best he could. The mental scars - and physical, based on the status of his cheek - would forever remain, a constant reminder of what he endured.

And he'd live.

In order to reach that outcome, Jungkook knew he needed to cooperate with Korean National Oil in any way they asked. If the company's leaders told him to leave this place and forget Taehyung's name, he should. As long as he wasn't ordered to do anything against his morals, he should wholeheartedly agree to anything they demanded of him.

But fuck, Jungkook hated to even think about leaving. For once in his lonely and powerless life, he wanted to have control over his future.

He just wanted to stay.

Jungkook could make an endless amount of arguments as to why he didn't want to flee. He could say he wanted to follow in Namjoon's footsteps, to finally be of use. He could try to convince Yoongi he was already in too deep, that too many people saw his face and jeopardized his safety. Many plausible reasons could be suggested as to why he shouldn't be exiled, though they'd all be lies.

The only reason Jungkook wasn't running for the hills by now was because of one man: Kim Taehyung.

Fuck.

Jungkook knew it was irrational to risk his life just because he felt affection for another. It was even more foolish to put everything on the line for someone he hadn't even known for a full week. But he couldn't explain it. Every single bone in his body urged him to stay. It was almost like a higher power whispered in his ear, encouraging him to do everything possible to remain with Taehyung.

It made no sense. It was just . . . It was just a gut instinct.

But if he continued to think about this any longer, his head would surely explode. Whether or not time brought him closer to his eventual departure, he had no control over that outcome. So instead, he concentrated on something less maddening. He focused his entire attention on the boy he didn't want to leave.

Kim Taehyung.

The brave, intelligent, and caring Kim Taehyung. The pacifist who blamed himself for not taking the life of another. The tense and alert man who constantly had his guard up, attempting to protect both Jungkook and himself from danger. The grieving son and friend, who still didn't have the time to feel the depth of his emotions.

Kim Taehyung.

Jungkook lightly pulled back his head, opening his eyes to study the elder. Even though he made the same observation each time, he couldn't help but marvel at Taehyung's beauty. Really, it was difficult to believe someone so magnificently crafted existed in this world.

But that someone did. Taehyung did exist and he was right here, right across from Jungkook.

Jungkook took the time to appreciate the elder's smooth, caramel skin that was punctuated by a randomly placed freckle or two. He adored Taehyung's thick lashes that created long shadows on his cheek, framed by his full and sculpted eyebrows. And he could comment on and on how much he loved the elder's pink lips, his defined jawline, and perfectly kissable neck, but he opted for observing his thick, dark hair instead.

Overall, Kim Taehyung was simply a masterpiece.

Tentatively, Jungkook reached out his free hand to push back the elder's unruly hair. The strands were silky beneath his fingertips, cascading over Taehyung's forehead as they were brushed into place. Jungkook would be perfectly content spending his remaining time just like this - comforting and appreciating the former bodyguard.

A content hum rumbled in Taehyung's throat, the smallest of smiles pulling up his lips.

"Tae?" Jungkook asked in a hushed whisper, not wanting to disturb the elder if he wasn't actually awake. "Are you sleeping?"

"Why? Are you going to kiss me again?" Taehyung chuckled, his voice deep and hoarse from not using it.

As always, the elder's voice caused a pool of warmth to gather low within Jungkook's stomach. He'd never been so easily affected by someone before. Since the beginning, Taehyung always managed to drive him crazy in all the best ways.

Jungkook lightly pulled on a strand of the elder's hair. "You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you, angel?"

Taehyung's eyes opened, his dark and probing gaze roaming over Jungkook's face. After a few moments of assessment, he shook his head like he was clearing his thoughts. "You asked if I was sleeping. I'm not."

"Right," Jungkook responded, letting his fingers fall from the elder's hair to clasp over their intertwined hands. "I . . . I just wanted to talk."

"Of course, you did," Taehyung smiled, shifting so he laid flat on his back. He brought their joined hands to rest on his stomach. "Sweetheart can't go for an extended period of time without talking."

Jungkook rolled his eyes, but his lips spread into a smile of his own. "I can be quiet for a very long time if I'm otherwise entertained."

Judging by the subtle parting of Taehyung's lips, the elder thought of an activity that was decidedly not innocent. "Kook -"

"Or if I have no one to talk to," Jungkook cut him off, not wanting to think about physical intimacy right now. Truthfully, he did want to talk with Taehyung, to commit the sound of his voice to memory.

"What do you mean?" The elder asked, a shallow crease forming between his eyebrows.

"Once Namjoon left and forced me into hiding, I was pretty much locked in my house. Sure, I'd text and call friends when possible, but it was lonely. Outside of my dad, who I definitely didn't want to talk to, I had no one. So . . . I would go a while without talking."

Taehyung's eyes turned serious, understanding the implications of those words. But he didn't apologize, for which Jungkook was extremely grateful. He didn't want pity.

"What's he like?" The elder asked, thumb rubbing soothing circles over Jungkook's hand. "Your dad, I mean."

Jungkook blew a stream of air out of his mouth. "When I was a kid, before we all knew about my mom's affair, he was a great dad. Fun and playful, kind and sympathetic. But the news broke him. He couldn't handle that my mom had strayed. Even though she'd been a bitch for as long as I could remember, it was knowing that she cheated that finally did it. He started drinking shortly after, but he became a full-on alcoholic when my mom left."

"Wait, what do you mean left?" Taehyung probed, his mouth tightening into a thin line. "I assumed you all still lived together."

"No," Jungkook admitted, shaking his head slowly. "I woke up one day, and she was just . . . gone. She took some clothes and valuables but left the rest. I was sixteen. And after that, I never heard from her or saw her again. It's been six, almost seven years now."

Taehyung didn't verbally say anything in response, but in this case, his actions spoke louder than words. He tugged on their linked hands, pulling until Jungkook scooted closer and rested his head on his chest. And once they were both settled, Taehyung wrapped an arm protectively over his waist.

Jungkook's ear pressed against the elder's heart, and he took comfort in the sure and steady beat. It gave him enough solace to continue. "I want to hate her so badly for everything she did to Namjoon and me. She was cruel and critical, never once loving or encouraging. She made it so fucking clear she hated her life with us. But even still . . ."

"You can't hate her. Not really," Taehyung supplied, fingers tracing the hem of Jungkook's shirt.

"Exactly. I have every reason to, but she's still my mom." Jungkook always struggled to come to terms with this; he felt wrong to still hold out hope that one day she'd return.

"I can't say I understand completely," the elder murmured, "because I haven't experienced that firsthand. But you shouldn't feel bad about not hating her. That just proves you're human. And human emotions are weird."

Despite everything, Jungkook chuckled. He eyed Taehyung, taking in his compassionate gaze and smiled. "They are weird. So fucking weird."

They looked at each other for a few moments, lost in thought as they reflected over their individual pasts. But as Jungkook continued to think about his family, something else came to mind.

"I saw your dad on TV this morning," he shared, searching for any trace of the CEO within Taehyung. And while he didn't get the best look at the man, he could see the similarities of their eyes and mouths.

"Oh, yeah? What did you think of him?"

"Well, at first, I mistakenly thought the other CEO - that Golden Oil guy - was your dad. He looked mean and intimidating, so I assumed he was the head of Korean National Oil. That was how Yoongi outed me, actually," Jungkook reflected with a sheepish shrug. "I never expected the infamous CEO to look so . . . kind."

Taehyung sighed, tilting his head back to study the ceiling. "I got really lucky. My dad is a great guy. Ambitious and a go-getter, sure, but always very supportive of my dreams and goals. He never once pushed me to follow in his footsteps. And my mom . . . My mom was everything I wanted to be. Energetic, loyal, warm-hearted, and so curious. She was my role model."

Jungkook reached up, gently taking hold of the elder's face to draw his attention back down. "I may not know you very well, but I see a lot of those qualities in you, Tae. And I'm not just saying that. It's the truth."

"Oh, is it now? You know, you don't exactly have the best track record of telling the truth," Taehyung chided, though his tone was soft and undemanding.

"The only thing I lied about was pretending to be you. Well, that and how long your ex-boyfriend watched us at that bar. I just wanted an excuse to touch you for as much time as possible. But that's it, I swear. Everything else . . . the things I told you, my thoughts and feelings for you . . . I meant it all."

"Good," the elder said, hands settling on Jungkook's waist once more. "I meant all I said, too. But it all seems so fast . . . I never felt this sort of affection for someone so quickly."

Jungkook shifted his position, leaning closer to Taehyung's face and letting their legs tangle. "I know, I haven't either. But I thought about this earlier, and I think I understand."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah," he affirmed, looking down at the former bodyguard, whose hair was splayed out against the pillow. "I think the stress of all we've been through has bonded us, quicker than any normal situation. We've only had each other for the last few days, and even though we weren't completely honest, having the company helped us endure."

"Thank goodness for my brat, then," Taehyung smirked, eyes twinkling in amusement. "How would I have survived without you?"

Jungkook's fingertips danced along his jaw, savoring the feel of skin against skin. "You wouldn't have. Just like I wouldn't have survived without my uptight bodyguard."

"I'm not a bodyguard anymore, remember?" The elder mock pouted, pretending to be upset over that fact.

"If you're not a bodyguard, then I'm not a brat," Jungkook joked, smiling at Taehyung's cute expression.

"You'll always be a brat."

They shared a knowing a look, one of solidarity, as they enjoyed their lighthearted moment. And to Jungkook, this was all he needed. Nothing big or flashy, just a natural conversation. This final memory would always bring a smile to his face.

He sobered quickly as his thoughts turned toward the future, and he figured it wouldn't hurt to know Taehyung's opinion on the matter.

"Tae? I'm going to be sent away, right?"

The elder's lips pulled down, taking on a more serious look. "What do you mean?"

"Now that the Chief knows I'm not you and that you're the one worthy of protection, he has no reason to keep me around. I'm nothing but a liability."

"Do you want to go?" Taehyung asked, fingers slipping under Jungkook's shirt to directly touch his skin.

Jungkook couldn't help but sigh at the contact; the elder's touch was that comforting. "No, I want to stay with you. But I feel like that's selfish of me."

Taehyung shook his head, his eyes turning wistful. "I feel the same way. I . . . I don't want to say goodbye to you yet. But Kook, I have no idea who or what is coming for me. I'm afraid to get you involved in all of that."

"Does . . . Does that mean you're going to send me away?" Jungkook tried not to frown too much, but he felt the tension tugging at his lips.

A long exhale pushed through Taehyung's mouth, a defeated sort of sound. "It's not up to me. I've never had that sort of control; someone else has always called the shots. And in this case, Yoongi will decide what's going to happen to both of us."

"But if it were up to you, what would you decide?"

There was no hesitation at all as Taehyung said, "I'd get you as far away from me as possible."

"Oh."

Jungkook didn't know why he was so surprised; leaving was the logical choice. But that didn't stop his heart from hurting or his throat from tightening. He thought . . . He thought the elder might just fight for him to stay.

So neither of them had to be alone.

Taehyung seemed to understand his reaction. "Kook -"

"It's okay, Tae," Jungkook quickly interrupted, trying to smooth over his voice. "You're being smart. I shouldn't be allowed to stay with you. I'd probably just get you in more trouble somehow. I . . . I get it."

"You don't."

Taehyung brought one of his hands to the back of Jungkook's head, pressing downward with a light pressure. When their faces were just a couple of inches apart, the elder shifted his hand to cup Jungkook's face.

"Kiss me and I'll show you exactly what I mean," Taehyung ordered tenderly, thumb sweeping over Jungkook's mouth.

And Jungkook didn't need to be told twice. He closed the remaining space between them, lips pressing gently against the elder's. The gesture was yielding for a moment - delicate and careful - as both boys did nothing but savor the feel of the other's mouth. It was an opening of hearts and minds, an acknowledgment of their mutual affection.

It was their first kiss with no secrets between them.

Jungkook's lips were forced open by Taehyung's, the elder angling his head and taking the lead. Their kiss melted into one more passionate, all carnal heat and silky wet as their mouths pushed and pulled and sucked. At one point, Taehyung lightly bit down on Jungkook's lower lip, earning a small gasp in shock. He used that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into Jungkook's mouth, exploring and tasting and consuming.

Taehyung broke away after a while, panting for air as he buried his face in Jungkook's neck. "People around me always end up dying. If . . . If you ended up getting hurt because of me, too . . . I'd rather hate myself for sending you away than hate myself for being the cause of your death."

"What would that mean?" Jungkook asked, lowering his weight more onto the elder. Their hips aligned intimately, showcasing their shared desire. "Would I ever see you again?"

"I don't know."

If Jungkook never saw Taehyung again . . . No. He couldn't afford to think of that. Not when he was still here with the bodyguard, when they still had time left.

"Tae? I . . ."

"What, sweetheart?" Taehyung intoned, his voice both smooth and husky at the same time.

Jungkook rolled his hips against him, intoxicated by the feel of their arousals gliding together. "I . . . I want you. I want you inside of me, Tae."

The elder swallowed audibly. "You want me to fuck you?"

"As long as I get to fuck you the next time . . . whenever that would be . . . Yes. I want to know what that'll feel like. What you will feel like."

"Sweetheart," Taehyung murmured, his expression softening as he stared up at him. "Kook . . ."

Taehyung didn't voice anything else. He gripped the back of Jungkook's head and forced him down, capturing his mouth with a renewed energy. Their lips moved fluidly together, a molten passion that continued to grow hotter and more urgent.

In search of air, Jungkook slid his mouth over towards the elder's neck, kissing a path along the tan column. "How much trouble would we get in if the Chief saw these hickeys?"

Taehyung gripped the hem of Jungkook's shirt, pulling it up over his back. "Oh. Yeah. He already saw mine."

Jungkook helped with the elder's efforts, shrugging off his shirt and flinging it across the room. "He what?"

"Yeah," Taehyung laughed, reaching for his own shirt and wiggling it off. "I told him everything, Kook, including the Bogum situation. Naturally, Yoongi was curious how we evaded him, so . . . I explained that part as well."

"What did he think about Bogum being at the bar?" Jungkook asked, shoving the elder's shirt off of the bed. His eyes locked on that gloriously smooth chest, tracing all over his skin.

"Do you really want to talk about my ex now?"

With a chuckle, Jungkook shook his head. He placed his hands flat against Taehyung's stomach, loving the warmth that seeped into his palms. Soon enough, he'd feel that heat pressed against his entire body.

His fingertips danced over the elder's lower abs, delighting in the tickle of hair just below his navel. He wanted to see where precisely that little trail led. He gripped the material of Taehyung's pants but didn't pull down just yet. Instead, he lifted his eyes up.

"I know you don't do one night stands, so if you want me to stop, I will."

"I don't know what tomorrow will bring, Kook. I don't even know what today will bring. So I'm making an exception to that rule." Taehyung lifted his hips, making it easier for Jungkook to remove his pants. "I want to show you just how long I can last, sweetheart."

Jungkook's stomach clenched, remembering the words the elder spoke just a few days ago. "Are you going to fuck me for six hours?"

A devious smile was his answer, accompanied by, "Maybe."

Saliva pooled in Jungkook's mouth as he slowly started working the pants over Taehyung's hips. A stream of curses left his mouth as he took in his sleek and shapely legs, golden and long and toned. The muscles weren't as defined as Jungkook's legs, though he didn't mind that one bit.

Kim Taehyung was absolutely fucking perfect, an angel sent to welcome him into hell.

And then his eyes drew up to the elder's brief-covered bulge, a prominent arousal pressing against the fabric. Jungkook bit down on his lip to stop a moan from escaping.

"Hard and I haven't even touched you," Jungkook reflected, unsure of where he wanted to start. Taehyung was like a feast spread out before him, and he was fucking hungry.

"Speak for yourself," the elder said, eyebrows rising as he eyed Jungkook's crotch. "Now, take your clothes off, Kookie."

Jungkook didn't waste time arguing. He quickly shimmied out of his jeans, kicking them off his legs and onto the floor. He left his underwear on for now; he wanted to take his time with this and didn't trust himself not to rut against Taehyung's leg.

"Anything off-limits?" He asked as he settled in between his legs, planting a kiss against the elder's throat.

"Nope."

That surprised Jungkook, and he pulled back. "Really? Nothing? You wouldn't object to me tying you up?"

Taehyung shook his head. "Kinky. I like it."

"How about spanking?"

"Doesn't intimidate me."

Jungkook licked his lips in excitement, feeling like a kid in a candy store. "I didn't expect that. For some reason, I thought you'd be vanilla."

"I'm adventurous. And besides, my ex didn't like anything but doing it from behind . . . I'm past due for something new and exciting."

"Wow," Jungkook breathed, dipping his head to lick over the elder's collarbones. "That sounds boring. Did you switch at least?"

Taehyung's hands knotted in Jungkook's hair, his grip none too gentle. "No, he wouldn't allow it. It took me nine months too long to figure out Bogum had a masculinity complex. Since he was older, taller, and had more muscles, he decided only he could top. No matter how many times I suggested we try something different, his answer was always the same."

"Sounds like a douche," Jungkook replied as he left open-mouthed kisses over the elder's pecs. "But rest assured, angel. I want you in every single way possible."

His mouth dipped lower on Taehyung's body, tasting every gorgeous part of his chest. He left hickeys over his pecs and ribs, sealing his mark for only the elder to see. After he tongued his belly button and traced that tantalizing line of hair, he dipped a finger beneath the waistband of Taehyung's briefs.

"Play with your nipples," Jungkook instructed, getting more comfortable on the bed. "I want to watch as you touch yourself that way."

Taehyung smirked, bringing his fingertips in front of Jungkook's mouth. "Suck."

Jungkook parted his lips, taking in the elder's fingers. He gave an enthusiastic performance, swirling his tongue around the digits and sucking on them hard. It was all a preview for what he planned on doing a bit later.

"Good boy," Taehyung murmured, pulling his hands from Jungkook's mouth and running them over his stomach. He circled his tight buds a few times, all while maintaining eye contact with Jungkook. After a few rotations, he flicked over himself, a soft sigh escaping from his mouth.

"Beautiful," Jungkook murmured, gliding his hands up and down the elder's thighs. "You're so fucking beautiful."

Taehyung slowly licked over his bottom lip, his wet tongue leaving behind a shiny path. All the while, he twisted and pulled at his nipples, back arching in response to the sensations he experienced.

It would be too easy to lie here all day, watching Taehyung pleasure his chest, but Jungkook decided to move things along. He ran a hand up and over the elder's covered dick, loving how long and thick he felt beneath his palm. His touch was light and tantalizing, moving slowly in order to tease the boy. Jungkook wanted to get a reaction out of Taehyung; he wanted to be the very brat he knew drove Taehyung crazy.

But Taehyung didn't tell him to do more. He seemed content enough to have Jungkook's heated stare on him, his lazy touch casually getting him harder. And it was then Jungkook remembered that this was the first time Taehyung had been touched in a while, too. He probably appreciated all of the attention.

"Tell me how much you care for me, Tae," Jungkook murmured, putting more pressure on the elder's arousal.

"You're making me regret ever telling you that," Taehyung said breathily, a faint moan sounding as Jungkook ran over his balls. "If I hear that come out of your mouth one more time, I'll -"

"You'll what, angel?" Jungkook smirked, gripping his underwear and pulling down one centimeter at a time. "What will you do?"

"I'll make sure your mouth is filled with something besides words."

Jungkook's response died on his tongue as he uncovered Taehyung's cock, mouth instantly watering as he saw what waited for him. He hastily pushed the briefs down and off his legs, resisting the urge to swallow him whole.

"I want you to fuck my mouth, Tae. Please. You'd like that, right?"

"You sound desperate," the elder chuckled, spreading his legs open. "But sure, sweetheart. I'll fuck your mouth. Take off your underwear first, though. I want you to grind against the bed."

Jungkook obeyed, rolling off his briefs as Taehyung propped himself up against a stack of pillows. After he was completely naked, he settled back into position.

"Such a good boy, listening like that," the elder praised, hands coming down to brush through Jungkook's hair. "Are you going to continue listening to me?"

Jungkook had a strong reaction to Taehyung's approval; it made him even more excited. "Yes."

"Good. Now, I want you to -"

A sharp knock sounded at their door, and Jungkook swore he was about ready to break something.

"What?" He snapped, hand wrapping around Taehyung's cock and slowly stroking.

"Um, hi. It's Hoseok. A Min Yoongi is demanding to see the two of you right now," the lodge owner said from the other side of the door. "Should I tell him you'll be down in a minute?"

Jungkook met Taehyung's gaze, seething at the interruption. But he didn't answer. No, this one he'd leave up to the former bodyguard.

"You can tell him we'll be there soon," the elder called out, thrusting his hips to better slide into Jungkook's hand. "Do you mind putting him in an office or something?"

"You two owe me," Hoseok shouted through the door. "That guy didn't seem too inclined to wait patiently."

"Are you sure you want to keep him waiting?" Jungkook asked, speaking quietly for only Taehyung to hear. "I don't know if we have time -"

"We don't have time for everything," Taehyung acknowledged, voice thick with regret. "But I'm not letting us go downstairs like this. Yoongi will sit tight for a few more minutes."

"So, what do you want to do?"

The elder held up a finger, signaling him to be quiet. "Thanks, Hoseok!"

There was no answer, indicating the elder had already left.

Jungkook sighed in relief, picking up the pace of his hand. "I didn't want to rush through anything. I wanted us to take our time with each other."

"I know, sweetheart. This isn't what I hoped for us, either."

"What if this is it?" Jungkook worried aloud, a smile faltering on his lips. "What if these next few moments are the last we have together?"

Taehyung gripped his chin, forcing their eyes to meet. "Then we'll make this time count. Now, let me take care of you."

But Jungkook shook his head. "No. You first."

"Jungkook -"

"Fuck my mouth, angel. Show me how much you want me."

🔥

Jungkook didn't wait for him to agree. He swatted the elder's hand away, leaning down to lick up Taehyung's cock. His tongue flattened against his intimate flesh, making long, wet stripes over and over again. A loud moan broke through Taehyung's lips, his hands coming back down to knot in Jungkook's hair.

And even though the elder's grip hurt a bit, Jungkook loved it. He'd never seen Taehyung so unrestrained, and he longed to see him lose all sense of control. He didn't care if his body was covered with hickeys and scratches by the end of it . . . He wanted it all.

Fuck, full-on sex with him would've been so wild.

He focused his efforts on Taehyung's leaking tip, lapping up the dripping fluid and letting it coat his tongue. "I love the way you taste."

"Do you want me to come in your mouth?" Taehyung asked, the question breathy as he continued to moan out.

"Of course," Jungkook replied, thinking the answer should've been obvious. Nevertheless, he appreciated that the elder had the decency to ask.

He parted his lips, taking Taehyung's tip into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. One hand resumed stroking the base of the elder's cock, while the other rested on his hip. And even though he knew they had limited time, he was dedicated to giving the best performance possible.

Jungkook began lowering down, breathing sharply through his nose as Taehyung brushed the back of his throat. He managed to take most of the elder's cock; his younger years had been spent working on his gag reflex, which came in handy now as he got used to Taehyung's size. He lifted off and repeated the motion, taking more and more each time.

"Fuck, Kookie, just like that," the elder moaned, his hips pushing himself deeper into Jungkook's mouth. "You're so good at this."

Jungkook hummed around him, a long and deep sound that would feel heavenly to Taehyung.

"You know, I thought about your mouth since the beginning," Taehyung said, grunts punctuating his words as he thrusted more forcefully. "How it drove me crazy. How I wanted to shut you up. But now . . . fuck, I . . . Fuck."

If Jungkook could laugh, he would. It felt so empowering to have this sort of effect on Taehyung, rendering him almost speechless from the pleasure he received. He only wished they could've done more. It had been six years since he'd had anyone inside of him, and he really wanted it to experience what that could be like with Taehyung.

But fate was cruel.

"Grind against the bed, Kook," Taehyung ordered, holding Jungkook's head in place as he thrusted faster into his mouth. "But don't come."

Even though Jungkook wasn't uncomfortable or gagging, tears still sprung to his eyes from the elder's force and impact. But he enjoyed every moment of it; he loved seeing the elder break apart at the seams. So he kept at it, listening to Taehyung's command and thrusting his own aching cock against the silky sheets.

"Such a good boy," Taehyung praised once more, eyes glued on Jungkook's mouth. "So fucking good."

Jungkook moaned, more from the words than his full mouth or the friction against his dick. He quickly rose off of Taehyung, taking a deep breath as saliva dripped from his lips. He smirked at Taehyung, running a hand over his wet cock.

"You're so big, Tae. Fuck, you would've destroyed me."

Taehyung groaned, pointing to the nightstand. "Get me the lube."

A smile spread over Jungkook swollen lips, surprised excitement lighting up his eyes. "Are we going to - ?"

"We don't have time, baby," the elder answered, waiting until he was handed the lube. "I want it to be perfect for you. And right now, I can't promise that. But I will make you feel good. So climb on top of me and turn around."

"Alright, angel," Jungkook let out, straddling Taehyung's chest and leaning down to take hold of his cock again. He wasn't one bit self-conscious that his ass was in the elder's face; he knew whatever was coming his way was going to be amazing.

He resumed sucking on Taehyung's tip, hollowing his cheeks and moving faster than before. His ears picked up the sound of lube squeezing out, and he moaned at the thought of Taehyung's fingers inside of him again.

"I'm close, Kook," Taehyung panted, running slippery fingertips over Jungkook's entrance. "But stay just like this when I'm done."

Jungkook moaned as a finger slid into his body, the burn the same as the night before but not entirely painful. He slowly rocked back, needy for more stimulation.

"I love seeing you squeeze my finger," the elder said, his free hand reaching around to stroke Jungkook's cock. "So beautiful."

The double stimulation only intensified as Taehyung rubbed over Jungkook's prostate, focusing all of his attention there. It was clear his goal wasn't to stretch out Jungkook; no, this was purely for his pleasure.

Jungkook's nails sunk into Taehyung soft thighs, moaning loudly around his cock as he took more and more. Judging by the harsh thrusts the elder gave him, he was nearing his climax with every single slam down Jungkook's throat.

"Play with my balls," Taehyung ordered, running his thumb over Jungkook's tip and inserting two fingers inside of him. "I'm almost there . . . fuck, good job, baby."

It took a few more moments until Taehyung came, releasing into Jungkook's mouth with a drawn-out moan. And Jungkook swallowed everything, not lifting off to breathe until he took each and every drop.

"Such a good boy," Taehyung breathed, voice deeper and huskier than before. "Now lay down and I'll take care of you."

Jungkook collapsed onto the elder's legs, cheek pressing against his knees and eyes closing. He kept his ass in the air, letting Taehyung fuck into him and stroke his cock. Moans tumbled out of his mouth as he remained still, receiving whatever the elder wanted to give to him.

"Tae, feels good but . . . ah, fuck . . . I wish it was you," he said, pitchy cries accentuating his tone.

Jungkook decided that if the Chief didn't kill him, the man needed some form of retribution for being such a cockblocker. But those thoughts were muddled as he envisioned it was Taehyung's magnificent cock sliding inside of him, intimately gliding against his walls instead of his fingers. That mental picture caused his stomach to clench and his balls to tighten.

"Fuck . . . Tae . . ."

Smoothly and fluidly, Taehyung pulled his fingers out of Jungkook and tapped his hip. "Turn around for me, Kookie. Come in my mouth."

Jungkook raised himself on his hands, his muscles spent and quivering. His actions were slow and wobbly - he didn't have enough energy to move.

"Okay, stay there, baby. Hold on," the elder chuckled, lightly pushing Jungkook back down and flipping him over. He scooted back and bent down.

Jungkook cried out as Taehyung's mouth enveloped his cock, sucking hard and fast and without abandon. His hands knotted in the elder's hair, keeping him down as he slammed his hips up. He was so fucking close, he just needed -

"Tae," he moaned, coming into the boy's mouth once Taehyung thrusted two fingers back inside of his entrance. He arched off of the bed, legs spasming and eyes rolling back in pleasure.

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After he calmed down, Taehyung crawled on top of him and placed a soft kiss onto his mouth. "I love the way you taste, too."

"We should definitely brush our teeth before we go downstairs," Jungkook drawled, puckering his lips and waiting until the elder kissed him again.

Taehyung smiled, meeting his lips once more. "And maybe wash up, too."

Jungkook nodded, eyes falling shut and refusing to open. He wrapped his arms around the elder's waist, keeping him against his body. "Can I hold you for a moment, or do you think the Chief will drag us out of here himself?"

Taehyung tucked his head under Jungkook's chin, relaxing in his embrace. "You can hold me, Kook."

For no more than five minutes, the two lay in each other's arms. Jungkook half-dozed, his breathing evening out as Taehyung's soft caresses lulled him into sleep. Just like earlier, everything was peaceful and quiet.

But then Taehyung shook him awake, pulling him out of bed so they could get ready. They took a two-minute shower together, washing their bodies to remove the smell of sweat and sex. After that, they dressed and brushed their teeth, making sure their appearances were acceptable.

And finally, they left the safety of their room in search of Min Yoongi, Chief of Security at Korean National Oil.

Their hands brushed as they proceeded down the hall, that constant reminder that they were not alone. And while Jungkook urged to just take hold of Taehyung's hand, to thread their fingers together and not let go, he was afraid of the position that would put the elder in. So for now, he took comfort in this minimal contact.

They were halfway down the stairs when they heard and saw a commotion. Guests milled about the lobby, bags packed and annoyed looks on their faces. Workers meandered between them, offering up vouchers, drinks, and snacks. And Jimin stood in the corner, eyes wide and unblinking. As soon as he saw Jungkook and Taehyung, he sprung into motion.

"How could you?" He accused as he approached the pair, skin pale and lips trembling. "How could you not tell me about Namjoon?"

Jungkook's heart lurched in his chest as he reached out for his friend. "Jimin -"

"I knew something was wrong. I could see it in your eyes when we talked about Busan and our families. But not to tell us? To pretend everything was fucking fine while you vacationed with your boyfriend?" Jimin's happy-go-lucky demeanor was nowhere to be found. In its place was a look of complete disappointment.

"Jimin, please," Jungkook begged, taking a step closer. "I can explain. If we just sit down or -"

"It's my fault," Taehyung breathed, fingers brushing against Jungkook's wrist. But instead of dropping, he held on tightly. "I'm the reason Namjoon is dead."

"Tae, it's not your fault," Jungkook pleaded, needing him to let go of some of this guilt. "Please, please believe me."

Jimin shook his head, confusion flitting over his eyes. "Are you two even dating? I overheard Hoseok talking with that guy, and I don't know what the fuck is going on. And now they're making all of the guests leave . . . This whole thing is a shitshow."

"Where are Hoseok and Yoongi?" Taehyung asked, hand sliding down to fully hold Jungkook's. "We need to talk to them."

Jimin explained that they were in the lodge owner's office, pointing them in the right direction before storming off. And as much as Jungkook wanted to explain the situation to his friend, he once again had no time.

So he let Taehyung lead the way, concentrating on nothing but the feel of the elder's soft skin. His heart beat wildly in his chest; his tongue felt heavy in his mouth.

He was absolutely fucking terrified.

As they neared Hoseok's office, loud and threatening voices could be heard arguing inside. Taehyung froze at the door, fist half-raised as if to knock. But he didn't move just yet; he waited and listened.

"I already told you. We will reimburse you for your lost business. This is just for a few days, and then you can operate as normal," Yoongi could be heard saying, his tone unrelenting. "This is nothing to get worked up about."

"Of course, this is something to get worked up about!" Hoseok yelled in response, a slamming noise accompanying his rebuttal. "My bed and breakfast has a reputation, one I'd like to uphold. And kicking my guests out during their stays is going to harm everything I've worked years creating."

"Well, I'm sorry, but you don't have a choice. I've explained the situation, and you'll be expected to cooperate," Yoongi intoned, barely any inflection to his voice.

Hoseok let out an incredulous laugh. "I built something that I can call my own. Do you see all this? This is mine. So who the fuck are you to tell me what to do with my establishment?"

"I'm the one keeping those two idiots upstairs from meeting their ends. And I'll be the only one keeping my boss' enemies from visiting your establishment. So I'd appreciate it if you'd stop bitching for two fucking seconds so I can do my damn job."

"This feels like the wrong time to knock," Jungkook muttered under his breath, looking over at Taehyung.

The elder nodded, preparing to take a step back when the door flung open.

"Great. You two," Hoseok complained, his stony gaze raking over both boys before settling on Jungkook. "I don't even know what to say to you."

"Hoseok, I'm sorry -"

But the older male walked away purposely, leaving them alone in the hall.

Well, almost.

"Now that you two are done fucking around, get your asses in here now," Yoongi barked from inside of the office.

Jungkook turned towards the Chief, still unbelieving that this guy - who only looked a year or so older than Hoseok - was the head of security for a massive corporation. But with his unwavering stare and intimidating stance, he appeared very much a man Jungkook didn't want to mess with.

He attempted to let go of Taehyung's hand, but the elder wouldn't budge. He stalked into the office, pulling Jungkook along with him.

"Yoongi, I believe you've met Jungkook," Taehyung said, using an authoritative tone Jungkook hadn't heard before.

"Sit down," the Chief ordered, bringing his fist down against the desk. "We have a lot of ground to cover."

Taehyung squeezed Jungkook's hand reassuringly, a silent show of encouragement. They fell into two separate chairs, finally letting go of that physical connection, the tether keeping Jungkook from entirely freaking out.

"Now, why don't you two start from the very beginning. This will go smoothly if you work with me here. Then, we can figure out our next steps," the Chief said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Okay?"

"Fine," Taehyung said firmly.

"Okay," Jungkook added a little more meekly.

"Good. First question. Are you two fucking idiots or what?"

Taehyung smiled, looking over at Jungkook. "I think that was meant to be a rhetorical question."

Jungkook gulped. "No shit."

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》 V A L E N W R I T I N G 《

Ahh, I missed you all so much! I hope this extra-long chapter made up for my extended absence!

This chapter felt like a real Taekook breakthrough for me (and not just because of the steamy scene hehe). Everything is out in the open, and the two could openly talk about their past and fears for the future. Slow and steady wins the race, am I right?? And although it was short, I loved the mini Sope banter!

Last thing! As many of you know, I work a full-time job - it's been very draining over the last few weeks. I'm trying to stick to my every-other-day update schedule, but always keep an eye on my bio to see when the next update is. Thank you and borahae!!