Cuz sm of y'all responded to my new book, here is the update.

[Two weeks later]

"Hmm... sure. Oh—why not?! Haha, I'll be there in twenty minutes," Taehyung said before cutting off the call with a careless flick of his finger, the faintest hint of excitement lingering on his lips.

Jin, lounging lazily on the couch while sipping the lemonade Yoongi had made earlier, raised an eyebrow at his younger brother. The cold drink soothed his throat, but there was a slight edge to his tone. "Are you really going there? You've gone mad, Tae."

The soft chuckle that escaped Taehyung's mouth was almost melodic, the kind of sound that might be heard in a lazy summer breeze. Without offering Jin a single word, he pulled off his T-shirt, tossing it carelessly onto the floor, and began rummaging through his wardrobe, as though the very act of choosing clothes was somehow cathartic.

Jin’s patience, however, was wearing thin. The silence was grating, a heavy stone tied to his sinking mood. He set his glass down with an exasperated sigh. "Kim Taehyung," he called, his voice a mix of annoyance and brotherly authority.

"Yeah?" Taehyung's response was nonchalant, as if Jin’s growing frustration had failed to pierce the bubble of his daydream. He slid his arms into the sleeves of a denim jacket, the rough fabric hugging his broad shoulders with a certain defiance.

Jin's gaze darkened with disbelief. "Are you really that whipped for Jimin?" The disbelief in his voice was unmistakable, like the incredulity of a mythological hero gazing upon a task the gods had set him. He shook his head, as if to clear the absurdity away, but it lingered like a mist.

Taehyung’s mind seemed far away. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, a faint smirk curving his lips. "Blonde suits me, right? I’m not planning to cut my hair anytime soon." His fingers stroked the neatly tied man bun, and for a fleeting moment, he resembled a modern-day samurai, torn between honor and rebellion.

"Unbelievable," Jeongguk muttered from his spot beside Jin, his voice laced with dry amusement. He had been quietly observing the entire exchange, lying with one leg propped up, a smirk playing at his lips. "This lad’s lost his last two brain cells since last night."

Without missing a beat, Taehyung replied, "Nice tongue twister," all while drowning himself in a cloud of cologne, as though the act of spraying the fragrance would somehow cloak the inner turmoil he refused to acknowledge.

Jin rolled his eyes. He had grown accustomed to his brother’s antics, but something about Taehyung’s behavior gnawed at him today. "Last night, Yoongi had to go back to his old institute for some documents. Jimin went along to keep him company because it wasn’t safe for Yoongi to go alone. What’s the big deal? Why are you acting like this?"

The question seemed to linger in the air, heavy with implication. Taehyung's expression darkened. He glanced between his two brothers, his usually sparkling eyes clouded with a mixture of offense and vulnerability. "Jimin didn’t even tell me. My own brother didn’t bother to tell me," he muttered, his voice a delicate balance of hurt and accusation. He crossed his arms over his chest, standing like a tragic figure from a forgotten epic—betrayed by his own kin, left to wrestle with emotions he didn’t fully understand.

"Okay, maybe he forgot because he was in a rush," Jeongguk offered with a shrug. His tone was casual, but there was an underlying curiosity in his gaze. "Why are you complaining like he’s your boyfriend or something?"

Taehyung blinked, momentarily caught off-guard. His lips parted, but no words came. Instead, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, like an ancient hero struggling with unspoken inner demons. "What rush? And why can’t I miss him? We don’t have to be lovers to miss someone. If I miss my brother, why is it such a big deal?" His words were almost philosophical, as though he were musing aloud to the gods themselves. He sighed again, his shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of his unspoken feelings.

The room grew still for a moment, the air thick with unsaid truths. Taehyung turned his gaze towards the window, where the sky was slowly fading into a twilight hue, the colors swirling like the remnants of a forgotten dream. "Jimin and Yoongi have been getting close. Too close. They’re like best friends from a past life," he finally said, his voice a mixture of bitterness and resignation. "I’m not jealous, I’m just... upset." He added a pout, though the playful expression did little to mask the vulnerability in his eyes.

Jeongguk burst into laughter, unable to contain himself any longer. "Jealous? Puppy, please. You're upset because Jimin’s ditching you for Yoongi, and now you’re going to screw around with Jackson as revenge?!" He rolled over, clutching his stomach, his laughter spilling out in waves, his words barely coherent. "I swear, you sound like some lovesick idiot—like something out of Greek mythology. Like you’re Apollo, jealous of Hyacinth because he’s spending too much time with Zephyr!"

Taehyung shot Jeongguk an offended glare, barking, "Shut up, you idiot!"

Jin, however, wasn’t laughing. His tone grew softer, almost reflective. "Tae, Jimin’s your brother. He’s always going to be there. He’s not going to leave you behind. We’re all his brothers. Do you see any of us acting like this? You're seriously going to fuck Jackson right now."

Taehyung smirked at Jin’s attempt at reason. "Oh please, Jin. Look who’s talking. The same person who’s been storing the lemonade Yoongi made last night, taking sips like it’s the elixir of life, just because you miss him. Don't preach to me."

Jin froze, his fingers tightening around the glass of lemonade as if Taehyung’s words had physically struck him. He sighed, his gaze dropping to the half-empty glass in his hand, his lips pressed into a thin line. The truth of Taehyung’s observation was undeniable, and yet, he wasn’t ready to admit it aloud.

Jeongguk caught the exchange and tried—unsuccessfully—to stifle another burst of laughter. His entire body shook with mirth as Jin got up, muttering under his breath, and grabbed his precious lemonade before storming out of the room.

Jeongguk wiped the tears from his eyes, his laughter still bubbling up uncontrollably. "Oh God, why are my brothers such clowns? They’re impossible! Jin’s lemonade—Tae’s jealousy—I swear, if anyone saw me laughing like this, they’d think I’d lost my mind."

His laughter echoed through the room, but the momentary joy was underscored by a quiet sense of melancholy. Beneath the banter and the teasing, there was something deeper at play—something unspoken yet understood by all three of them.

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"Ah- ngh h-harder" Jackson's moans were getting louder with each thurst he received from the blonde above him.

"c-close fuck d-deeper. I need t-to feel y-you deeper" Jackson demanded and the blonde gave the latter what he asked for.

The blonde made Jackson sit on top of him and let the aforementioned ride the blonde. Jackson let out a satisfied moan when the blonde's cock reached more deeper, stabbing the deepest part one could ever reach inside him.

With few more thursts , Jackson came inside his condom while the blonde was still chasing his high.  A few minutes later, the thursts started to get sloppier & messy , indicated that the top is close to his release.

"argh fuck" With a loud groan, Taehyung came inside his condom.

He let out a sigh in relief as he released each drop of it inside the condom.

“Let’s clean up,” Taehyung murmured softly, reaching for a pack of wet wipes. The light from the hotel room's bedside lamp cast a golden glow on his tanned skin, highlighting the contours of his muscled arms as he moved with calm precision. He wiped off Jackson's sweat, the damp cloth cooling the heated surface of Jackson's chest where sweat had pooled from their earlier exertion.

Though both had worn protection, ensuring no mess from cum, the remnants of their intense encounter remained. The faint sheen of sweat covered their bodies, and the lingering traces of lube dripped from Jackson’s abused entrance, staining the bedsheets beneath him. Taehyung’s hands moved with careful tenderness as he cleaned Jackson’s skin, the wet wipe dragging slowly over the older man's flushed body, soothing rather than rushing.

Jackson lay sprawled out on the bed, his breath coming in shallow, labored gulps. His chest heaved as he tried to regain control of his breathing, his eyes fluttering half-closed in exhaustion. His face was flushed, a light blush staining his cheeks, his lips slightly parted as he panted for air. His normally sharp features were softened by the aftermath of their passion, giving him an air of vulnerability that was rarely visible.

Taehyung’s brow furrowed slightly as he carefully removed the condom from Jackson's softening cock, his fingers deft and efficient. With a flick of his wrist, he discarded it in the trash bin beside the bed. He glanced down at Jackson, watching as the elder lay sprawled across the rumpled sheets, his once muscular form now relaxed and languid. Taehyung couldn’t help but feel a pang of fondness for him.

“I-if I didn’t have trust issues and fear of commitment, I would've seriously fallen for you,” Jackson mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper, his words slurred with exhaustion.

Taehyung chuckled softly at the confession, applying a soothing gel to Jackson’s lower back with slow, rhythmic strokes. His hands were warm against Jackson’s cooling skin, providing comfort where the soreness from their earlier activities lingered. His movements were gentle, tender even, as though caring for a lover rather than a casual hookup. A fleeting smile tugged at the corners of his lips, but he kept his expression neutral, letting Jackson’s words hang in the air between them.

“Oh?” Taehyung hummed lightly, the sound vibrating in his chest, as he leaned closer to Jackson, the proximity between them suddenly feeling intimate despite the casualness of the situation.

Jackson let out a soft sigh, his head rolling to the side as his heavy-lidded eyes met Taehyung’s. There was something vulnerable, almost fragile, in his gaze.

“Hmm… You’re such a beast in bed, yet still manage to be a gentleman,” Jackson murmured, his voice barely audible, as if speaking his thoughts aloud required too much effort. His lips curled into a small, tired smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes.Taehyung’s face softened at the compliment, but he kept quiet, continuing to gently massage Jackson’s aching body. His mind wandered for a moment, pondering how someone so tough and stoic like Jackson could be reduced to such a state of honesty after sex.

The mask that Jackson usually wore, the one of indifference and strength, had slipped off entirely, revealing the softer, more fragile side of him—a side that was almost childlike in its vulnerability.

“In this cruel world, where people only care for themselves, you care a lot about others. You have such a kind heart that you even pay for the orphanage from whatever money you have. You help others, treat your sportsmates with so much respect… Even now, you could’ve just left after the sex because, let’s face it, there’s no aftercare in a ‘sex buddy’ thing, right?” Jackson continued, his voice filled with genuine admiration. His words, though heavy with fatigue, were laced with sincerity.

Taehyung’s expression shifted slightly, a hint of surprise flickering across his features. He wasn’t used to receiving praise for things he did unconsciously, the small acts of kindness that had been ingrained in him since childhood. It was strange, yet comforting, to have someone like Jackson notice and acknowledge the pieces of himself that he hadn’t even realized were there. His chest swelled with an unfamiliar warmth, and he found himself at a loss for words.

Jackson’s lips quirked into a lopsided grin as he caught the shift in Taehyung’s expression. “I swear, man… I doubt what we’re doing. You could easily find a lover in the blink of an eye. You could do this with them and get some love back too, you know?” Jackson added, his tone light but tinged with an underlying sadness.

Taehyung chuckled softly, shaking his head in amusement. “You’re blabbering nonsense now,” he muttered, though his voice was laced with affection. He ran a hand through his tousled blonde hair, brushing it back into a loose bun that gave him a rugged, samurai-like appearance, as if he had just stepped out of some ancient tale of warriors and lovers.

He glanced down at Jackson, who now lay with his eyes closed, his body utterly spent from their encounter. “Rest for a while, then leave. Or should I drop you back?” Taehyung offered, though he already knew what Jackson’s answer would be.Jackson scoffed, waving him off with a lazy hand.

“Aish, I’m not saying nonsense, Tae. You don’t even want to take the credit for how good you are. Your future partner… whoever they are, they must have done something truly great in their past life to deserve you,” Jackson mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

A laugh bubbled up from Taehyung’s chest, light and melodic. “Jeez, stop it, hyung. You’re portraying me as a saint or something. I’ve got a dark side too, trust me,” Taehyung replied, his tone teasing. He watched as Jackson, suddenly jolted awake by his own realization, shot up in bed with a look of shock as if his soul had just been swapped with someone else’s.

“God! My parents are coming tonight! Tae, you should go. I have to pick them up, so I’ll head out alone,” Jackson said, hurriedly dressing himself as if the mere mention of his parents had ignited a fire under him.

“Fine, sir. I’ll take my leave,” Taehyung replied with a mock salute, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he grabbed his jacket.

“Bye.”

“Bye-bye,” Jackson replied absentmindedly, already half-dressed as he rushed to gather his belongings.

As Taehyung exited the hotel and climbed into his car, he felt an odd weight settle in his chest. The soft hum of the engine as he started the vehicle was soon drowned out by the melancholic notes of jazz filling the cabin. The music wrapped around him like a comforting blanket, yet the lyrics spoke of loneliness, of a man who felt his life darkening despite the daylight, of feeling lost in a crowd, invisible to the world.

Taehyung could relate.

He was always the romantic one among his brothers, the one who believed in love stories, in soulmates. Yet, despite all the casual hookups, the fleeting moments of passion, he still found himself yearning for something deeper. He didn’t want the blinding light of fame or fortune; he just wanted someone who could ignite a fire in his heart, even in the dead of night. Someone who could love him, not for what he was, but for who he was.

With these thoughts swirling in his mind like a relentless storm, Taehyung pulled into his driveway.

The house stood silently before him, its empty windows reflecting the growing shadows of the evening, and for a moment, Taehyung hesitated. He stepped out of the car, the cool air washed over Taehyung like a gentle, soothing balm, easing the tension that had been coiled tightly in his chest.

It was as though the evening breeze had the power to sweep away the storm of thoughts that had plagued him for hours. The notion of seeking a lover, once so vivid and pressing, now seemed to dissolve like mist under the morning sun, leaving behind a quiet calm in its wake. Perhaps it was a fleeting moment of clarity, or maybe just a temporary distraction, but the darkness that had clouded his mind seemed to evaporate, leaving him with a renewed sense of focus.

He ran a hand through his tousled blonde hair, letting the strands fall loosely around his face. With a decisive press of the doorbell, he waited, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he contemplated the relief he felt just being here.

Moments later, the door creaked open to reveal Kim Jimin, the very person Taehyung had been missing and pining for since last night. Jimin’s eyes, though tired, lit up with a warmth that contrasted sharply with the cooler night air outside.

“Get inside,” Jimin said, his voice soft and inviting. He pulled Taehyung in with an affectionate gesture before closing the door behind them, creating a small sanctuary from the outside world.

Taehyung’s heart swelled at the sight of Jimin, his own tiredness melting away as he took in the familiar presence. “Argh, I missed you so much,” Jimin said, his voice tinged with exhaustion. “I accidentally left my phone here and couldn’t even contact you because we’ve been running around for those documents since morning. I’m so tired. Yoongi is such a tyrant. He made me walk all over that massive campus. My feet are killing me.”

Taehyung listened with a warm smile, his eyes softening as he took in Jimin’s complaints. The sight of him, a bit disheveled but endearing, made Taehyung’s heart ache with affection.

“It’s okay now,” Taehyung said gently. “Let me give you a super relaxing hug.” He wrapped his arms around Jimin, pulling him close in a comforting embrace.

“Mmm… I missed you, missed this,” Jimin mumbled sleepily, burying his face into Taehyung’s shoulder and inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. “But Jesus, why so much deodorant?” he added with a playful scowl, causing Taehyung to chuckle.

“Actually, I had to go out for some work,” Taehyung explained, his voice light and musical. “By the way, welcome home, Jiminie.”

Jimin was about to respond when Jin’s voice cut through their moment, his tone casual but with a hint of mischief. “Oh, hi Tae… How was it? You came two hours late.”

Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat as he registered Jin’s words. “Ah, it was o-okay,” he stammered, his gaze flicking nervously towards Jimin, who had made it clear in the past how much he disliked Jackson.

“What?” Jimin’s voice was laced with confusion and hurt.

“Oh, Taehyung had a fling with Jackson today,” Jin said with a smirk, clearly enjoying the drama of the situation. “He even bathed in deodorant to impress Jackson.”

Taehyung opened his mouth to explain, but the words were swallowed by Jimin’s furious outburst. Jimin’s eyes flashed with a fiery intensity, and Taehyung could have sworn he saw metaphorical horns sprouting from his head. The atmosphere seemed to crackle with Jimin’s anger, and Taehyung felt a chill run down his spine.

“Welcome home, cheater,” Jimin growled, his voice low and menacing. At that moment, Taehyung felt an acute awareness of his own vulnerability. The playful embrace he had cherished moments ago now seemed a distant memory, overshadowed by the looming storm of Jimin’s ire.

His heart raced as he realized that the safe harbor he had sought in Jimin’s presence was now a battleground. The expiration date on his peace had arrived, and the consequences of his actions were suddenly very real.

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Okay so I wrote the erotic scene while imagining jackie and sm random blonde then gave it tae's name. I'm getting smarter nowadays 😂😭💀

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Date- 3'rd Jan 2023
Words count- 3260

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